She tapped my cage, which swung between my legs.
“You are no longer a man, as the one thing that defines you as such is now taken away from you, so you are not allowed man clothes.” She reached under the dress she was waring and slipped down her panties, kicking them on to the floor. “I expect you like wearing these any way, so you may have them for the weekend. I’ve only had them on today, so they shouldn’t be too messy.”
I picked the black cotton pants off the floor and slid them on. They felt warm and damp against my skin, and I could smell Louise’s mucky scent on them. Slipping them over the cock cage, the thin back disappeared between my buttocks. Walking round me, as if giving a tour of inspection, Louise, swatted me on the buttocks and laughed. “Nice and firm, the way I like them. Better for showing off hand prints as well.” The cell door clicked as she unlocked it, and as she pointed, I crawled inside, sitting n the rubber mat. Louise gestured at a button fixed next to the metal bowl. “Press that.” Water trickled out while I held in, filling the bowl. Louise impatiently pointed at the bow, so I bent my head to lap at the bowl. It tasted lukewarm and stale, but at least it was drinkable.
“We will call you when we are ready.” She walked out of the door, and as it closed I saw her flick a switch on her phone, plug-in the garage into darkness. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see that it wasn’t completely pitch black, and that there was a dim glow coming from a low-strength light in the far corner, which was just enough for me to see the shape of the objects around the garage.
Although the door to the kitchen was shut, it was fairly thin, and could hear someone moving about, which I assumed was Louise. Eventually I heard the front door open and close, followed by excited voices, and I assumed that Emma had arrived. The door to the garage suddenly burst open, and the light came on, dazzling me or a moment. As my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I saw the two lovers standing bin front of me, arms round each other, and Emma giggling as she looked at me locked in the cage.
She pointed at my cock cage, covered by Louise’s panties. “Oh look at him, locked up, and locked in! Are those yours? I hope you didn’t waste a fresh pair on him?” Louise giggled. “Oh no, I’ve had them on all day. I need to change anyway, they were getting a bit smelly.” She smiled at her girl friend, “and I wanted to put one something nice for you, anyway.”
Louise was still wearing her skirt from work, and I watched Emma slide her hand underneath, fondling her buttocks for a moment before I heard the snapping sound as she pinged the string of her thong. “Nice,” she smiled, “I’ll look forward to pulling those off – with my teeth!”
Giggling together they started to leave the garage, before Louise turned and barked at me, “Gin and Tonic, now!”
There was a buzz as the cage unlocked and I struggled out on my hands and knees. I hurriedly put the shirt and jacked on, and rushed through the door she had left open, into the kitchen to make their drinks.
They made me stand on the corner holding the tray while they relaxed on the couch, ignoring me while they caught up, gently kissing at stoking each other as they talked. Louise was quite happy to flirt with Emma in front of me, getting more comfortable each time they were together. I was sent to refresh their rinks a couple more times, and then after about an hour, Louise gave me my instructions.
“We are going to go out tonight so we won’t need you for a while. Go back to your cage and stay there until I release you after we have gone. Make sure the house is tidied up before we get back, I expect the bedroom to be spotless, and waiting for us. When you have done everything you are to back into the garage and close the door. It will lock behind you so make sure there is nothing you have left out.”
“We are not eating here tonight so there will be no left over food for you. You may take something out of the cupboard if it is unlocked.”
After they had left I busied myself tidying up the mess they had made getting ready to go out, handing up Louise’s clothes that she had just dropped on the bed, and putting fresh sheets on the bed. Louise had already emptied a chat of drawers of mine things, which wee now kept in the spare room, and had let me know that this Emma’s now. I unpacked the small case she had brought, unable to help myself fondling the tiny panties and thongs I found inside, suddenly relishing that I was fantasising about Emma rather than Louise.
Eventually I had finished, and the house was spotless. Returning to the garage, hearing the door lock as I closed it behind me. The light was still on, and I tried the cupboard, which was still unlocked. Inside there was just a packet of breakfast cereal and some milk, and a bowl, along with a note. I recognised Louise’s hand writing.
“This should be enough for you. I haven’t bothered with cutlery. The milk might last the weekend, but there isn’t a fridge, so let’s hope it doesn’t get too warm in there. ”
I poured some of the cereal into the bowl, and added a touch of milk, justas the main light went off, leaving me in the gloom. I wondered if Louise had been watching? Perhaps they were laughing at me right now, in some bar, having fun, while I crouched in the garage, eating cold cereal with my bare hands. For a moment, I felt sore as I crawled into the cage and lay down on the bed. The door swung shut while I was inside, and I heard it lock. I was here for the night.
I heard noises much later on as they came home, stumbling around the kitchen and laughing, before eventually stumbling up the stairs. I now realised that their bedroom, (‘our’ bedroom?) lay directly above the garage, and I could hear their footsteps and distant voices as they got ready for bed. The moaning and creaking noise that came later as the bed rocked on the floor above me left me in no doubt as to what was going on, and I lay listening to them having sex, recognising Louise’s moans of passion, until they eventually stopped, and we all fell asleep.
I was awoken by a buzzer and heard the cage and garage doors click open, swinging slightly open on their hinges. I could see light through the window in the kitchen, and assumed that it was time for me to get up and get started on the day’s work. Slipping the apron over my head, I went into the kitchen to discover that they had made themselves supper when they got home. The surface and floor that I had cleaned so carefully the night before was now littered with crumbs, empty plates, and bits of food. There were a couple of empty glasses in the living room, the half empty bottle of wine staining the surface. With a small sigh to myself, I started to tidy up, clearing the mess in kitchen and was having a go at removing the wine stain, when I heard a buzzer sounding in the kitchen, so I guessed I was being summoned. Taking a Depp breath I walked up the stairs, and quietly knocked on their bedroom door.
A voice called me in, and I found Louise sitting up topless in bed, her firm breasts being stroked by a sleepy Emma who was snuggled in decide her. The order was simple, “Tea!” When I brought the cups back up, they were kissing each other, Louise holding Emma in a tight embrace, her head bent down to her as their tongues entwined. Oblivious to me stranding there, they carried on, eventually separating with a sigh, Emma flopped back onto her pillow, while Louise silently pointed at the table beside her, and turned to stroke Emmas hair. They didn’t say another word to me as I put the cups down beside them and left.
I was summoned later on to take their breakfast orders, which they came down and ate, sitting at the table in their dressing gowns, just a typical suburban couple, apart from being two women with a naked butler. After the previous time that Emma had stayed, I was expecting an unpleasant weekend, being continually abused, but it turned out that they just acted like an established couple. They had breakfast and went back upstairs to get dressed, before going out for a few hours. When they returned, they retired to their room, while I listened to the bed creaking again from down in my cage, before having cocktails and going out to eat for the evening. Sunday brought breakfast in bed, and a lazy day lolling on the sofa, cuddling and kissing, and watching chick flicks. I looked a meal for them in the evening, and they went to bed for the third night.
Throughout the weekend, they totally ignored me, only speaking to me to give orders. I followed them around, tidying up, making them drinks and food, like something out of period drama, a typical butler if it were not for the fact that I was naked apart from my apron and thong. I dressed into my butler’s uniform for the evenings to serve them their drinks and food.
When there was nothing for me to do in the house, I retreated to the garage, taking the opportunity to rest in my cage. Sometimes the locks clicked as I went in and at other times I was free to come and go. I supposed that Louise was monitoring me while I was in there, deciding my level of confinement. When they ate in the house, I was given the leftovers to eat, scraped cold onto a metal dish, which I eat in the garage with my bare hands.
It was deliberately unpleasant, but nothing like it had been previously. I felt myself getting into character as their slave-come-butler, and raised that I enjoyed the feelings of humiliation and servitude. Perhaps this could work after all.
I took then their final cups of tea oh Monday morning, having been summoned early. Washing up in the kitchen, I heard voices in the hall, and the front door close, followed by foot steps behind me and a playful swat across my bare buttocks. I turned to find Louise, smiling and holding up the chain around her neck. Lifting the key that swung from it, she knelt, and unlocking my cock cage, released it slowly. As I felt myself slide out of the cold metal tube, she got up again, took my shoulders and leant forward to kiss me gently on the forehead. “Thank you, darling.” She was my wife again.
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