My Wife’s Girl Friend Ch. 05 – laver1812

Emma was now going out with Louise every Thursday. For one night each week, she ceased to be a happily married wife, and switched into a relationship with her lesbian lover Emma. I never knew where they went or what they did, and Louise totally ignored my from the time she left for work on Thursday morning until I saw her on Friday. Sometimes she would come home, late at night, and go to sleep alone in our bed, with me relegated to the spare room. At other times, she didn’t come home at all, having gone to a hotel with Emma, so that they could have uninterrupted sex all night, eventually returning exhausted and sore.

We had tried a night where Emma had come and stayed at our house, as Louise’s girl friend, with myself related to the role of butler and slave. This had been pretty intense, with a slave contract, and myself locked in a chastity device for the whole time. We had decided afterwards that we would like to carry on with the arrangement, but it would need finessing, and that it would probably be better to try it for a whole weekend rather than just one night.

We had agreed to spend time thinking on the best way to move this forward, and a few days after Emma had stayed, Louise sat down with me one evening, announcing that she had an idea.

“We both know that it wasn’t quite right last time, but we both want to try and make it work. I think that one of the problems was that we had made you are slave, which seemed quite easy at first, but we hadn’t thought of the practicalities of how it would work. Neither me or Emma were happy knowing that you were next door, where you could hear us, and we also didn’t know what to do with you when we needed your services, so I’ve had an idea. We never use the garage anyway.”

Our house had a built in garage, which could be accessed directly through a door in the kitchen, as well as from outside. Like most couples, we had never put our car in it, and it was filled with what we couldn’t bear to through out, but was really junk.

“We could clear a lot of space in the garage with a couple of trips to the tip, and I think we could use that space. You remember the cell?”

We had spent a weekend as slaves for a dominant couple that we knew only as Mistress and Master, and Louise had also sent me to stay there for a couple of nights so that she could be alone with Emma, when they first met. It had not been a pleasant experience, and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to replicate it at home.

Louise reassured me. “I’m not thinking of anything as severe as that. But we do want you to be our slave when Emma is here, and I know you want that as well.” It’s true that I had willingly signed their slave contract, and I had always been excited by confinement scenarios. “I want you to be a bit uncomfortable when Emma is here, and also I want you to have to imagine what we are doing without necessarily seeing us. So I thought that we could set you up with somewhere to stay in the garage, and you would only be let out to serve us, when we had tasks for you, and the rest of the time you would have to stay in there.”

I could tell that she had given this a lot of thought, and suspected that she already knew how she wanted to work. I asked her to be more specific. She took a deep breath.

“Let’s talk about the chastity cage that you had to wear when Emma stayed. That cage is going to be symbol of our relationship. Whenever you are wearing the it, I am no longer your wife and you are no longer my husband. I become Emma’s girl friend, and we are a couple, until it is removed, at which point I become your wife again. The cage will be locked on you, and I will carry the key with me, on a chain round my neck. It will my symbol that you are longer my husband, but I still own you.” She paused. “This isn’t just while Emma comes here, this will also happen every Thursday when I go out with her.” Louise laughed, ‘Of course, sometimes I don’t come home until Friday evening do I? That means you will have to wear the cage all Friday as well.”

I was excited by the thought of being owned by Louise, no longer her husband, while she was with her girl friend. I asked her about the garage.

“I was coming to that. Ive been doing some research, and it is possible to get cages from specialist sites, that are like a large dog cage, but sturdy enough to keep a human from breaking out of. They are large enough to sit up or lie out in, but not stand up. I thought we could get one fro the garage.” She was beginning to get excited as well as me, the tell tale points of her nipples hardening against her top.

“I thought we could get one and put it in the garage. We can put stuff in front of it so it can’t be seen if the garage door is opened from outside. There’s a tap in there, so we could rig up some sort of drinking water, and very basic sanitation. I’ve also found out about remote control locks, so that I could lock you in and let you out from my phone. What do you think about that?” She smiled, “Wouldn’t you like to be our toy at weekends, only let out to attend to us, and then put away until we need you again?”

She started to breath quicker, her excitement mounting, as she leant close to me. “I might even let you put me in there sometimes ….”

I was silent, imagining myself caged I the dark garage, knowing that Louise and Emma were in bed upstairs together, locked away until they let me out.

“I’ll tell you what, why don’t you sort it all out, and surprise me?”

Louise had always been the one who organised things in our relationship and I was happy to leave it to her, so she took over the project. The door into the garage from the kitchen was locked, and she warned me to keep out. She carried on going out with Emma, but this time, before she left, she put the chastity cage on me, leaving it locked until she saw me again the next day. Eventually she told me that she had finished in the garage, and wanted Emma to come the following weekend, so did I want to see it first.

I had been wondering what she had been up to. I had heard her in there several times, working away in secret. “Why don’t you show me now?” I suggested. Her eyes brightened, and she grabbed my hand, and lead me into the garage. I noticed that the lock had been replaced by something electronic. “This is a new type of door lock, which uses biometrics and internet to unlock it. I can set it with my finger print or remotely from my phone. I can also tell whenever it is opened or close.” She smiled, “but of course, only my finger print and my phone is set up to control it. I’ll probably add Emma as well. She paused, “but not you.”

Holding her finger to the sensor, it unlocked with a click. The garage was in darkness when she opened the door. “I’ve changed the lights in here as well. There is a switch, but I can also control it from this.” I could see an app already open on her phone, and as she pressed a button, the lights came on. The centre of the garage was occupied by a large steel cage. It wasn’t as large as the one in the Mistress’s basement, but I could see that it was tall enough to sit up in, and also long enough to lie down in. There was a large rubber mat on the floor, and a metal bowl attached to the side, with a tube leading into it.

“That provides a supply of water to the bowl, and can be operated from inside. There’s a button on the cage, and as long as it is pressed, water will flow into the bowl.”

I noticed a couple of other things. A wooden stud wall had been constructed behind the cage, blocking off the other end of the garage. Even if the outside door was opened, the cage and everything else would be blocked from view. I also meant that the only way out way through the kitchen. A very basic metal toilet stood in the corner, next to a small sink.

“That provides you basic hygiene requirement. You don’t need any privacy in here, there’s no one to see you. Well, that’s not quite sure.” Pointing at the ceiling, Louise showed me the webcam she had installed, its winking red light indicating that it was running. “I can see in here at any time and from anywhere with my phone. Its even infra-red, so I can see you when the lights are out. It’s also got a speaker in it so that I can talk to you.” She chuckled, “well may be not talk. I can give you orders at least.”

I noticed the references to myself, it was obvious who would be spending their time in here.

“What do you think of your new home, are you looking forward to Friday night?”

I wasn’t sure if looking forward was the right phrase, but I had to admit I was keen to put it into practice. I wouldn’t have long to wait, the coming weekend was when Emma was going to come and stay.

Friday morning arrived, and we were having breakfast together. Louise was excited and impatient, looking forward to her lover coming after work. “Make sure you are home in plenty of time. I can’t wait to switch over.” That was her phrase for changing from being my wife to Emma’s girl friend.

I was home at around 5, to find Louise waiting for me. “Go and undress in the spare bedroom and then come down here, naked. I will put your cage on, and then tell you what’s going to happen.”

I was back in a few minutes, standing naked in my own kitchen. Louise pulled the cock cage out of her pocket and held it. “Once this goes on, you are no longer my husband. You are my slave, Emma’s slave, and only here to serve us.” She slid me into the cold tube, and clicked the lock shut, slipping the key on its chain around her neck. Instantly she changed character, no longer loving wife, suddenly a hard faced lesbian bitch. She slapped me across the face.

“That’s just to get me warmed up. Come.”

I fallowed here into he garage and saw the clothes rail with a clean white shirt, a black jacket and a plain mans apron hanging on it.

“You will wear this apron at all times in the house, before 6 p.m. After that time you will wear the shirt and jacket. We are not going to waste any other clothing on you, but I think we can cover that up.”