I am experiencing many physical and emotional senses that are playing games with me. My wife is very sexy. When I see her shower, walk around naked, o... just lay in bed and play with herself. I still get hard. At least as hard as the chastity cage allows. Getting hard for me used to be a pleasurable thing. Now getting hard brings me pain and suffering. I have told my wife this and she says too bad. I asked for this so live with it. And she is correct. I asked to be locked in chastity. We. Perhaps if she loved Misty she should also love her mother."She's okay. Very nice. What about you? Do you still think as highly of your mother now you're seeing so much more of her?"This was partly intended to remind Misty of her past eulogising on her mother, who over the distance of a few miles had taken on some kind of mythical quality."In fact I like her more, I think," Misty replied with a nod. "She's pretty clued up. On the ball. Age hasn't blunted her at all. And, you know, she's not bad. "Oh, yeah. That's good." He slid his hand over her head, wrapped his hand in her dark brown hair and guided her head forward and backward on his erection. "When I get ready, I'm going to cum in your mouth. Make sure you're ready cuz I don't want you to lose a drop. Once I'm done, I want to see it on your tongue and then I want to watch as you swallow it. Understood?" Mmm hmm," was Rebecca's only response. It was the best she could do with her mouth full of cock."That's a good girl. Now, let's. Come Friday evening I waited at the computer we normally 'Skype'd' each other, using video, so we would have some intimate video to relieve our frustration, so in expectation, I sat in netted stockings and a large smile, with a large Gin and Tonic, not to mention my vibrator, we normally got right down to it as we both needed the connection.I had just finished the first large one and went for my refill, when I heard the Skype calling sound, so I ran upstairs, dressed in my stockings and.