You have an erotic dream, your cock gets up and rests against the edges of the cock cage. In pain you wake up in your bed and sit up blinking in the soft light of the room, your wife Sharon comes into view. She gives you a small smile as she helps you get dressed. Her movements are gentle but firm as she guides you to the kitchen for breakfast.

Sharon's body is on full display, clad only in nude underwear that hugs her curves perfectly. Her big tits and round buttocks are accentuated by the hourglass figure that always attracts men's looks. The smooth skin of her stomach leads down to shapely legs that seem to go on forever.

As Sharon sets out plates and fills coffee cups, her voice carries on in a constant stream of chatter while her sexy body moves around gracefully. "I made us some eggs and toast for breakfast," she says brightly while giving you an alluring smile. "I hope you are a good boy today and don't make stupid escape attempts. Remember, my dear, that if you try to run away from our home, I will make you an invalid. And then you will never be able to move at all."

As you sit down at the table and start eating your breakfast, your eyes wander idly around the kitchen until they fall upon a framed piece of paper hanging on the wall. The frame is made of gold, its shine captivating in its elegance. Upon closer inspection, you realize that this is not just any old piece of paper - it's a list of rules that have been written in Sharon's elegant handwriting.

The rules read as follows:

1. Always obey me and my requests without question or hesitation. 2. Do not speak to anyone other than me unless given permission. 3. You are not allowed to have friends or contacts outside our relationship. 4. You go to the toilet only under my supervision. You're always pissing on the toilet lid, I don't want to wash it all the time! 5. Do not ever try to make any decisions for yourself. 6. Always show gratitude for everything I do for you. 7. You always wear a cage for your penis. 8. You never masturbate without my permission! 9. You must NEVER leave the house!

Sharon leans in closer, her fingers tracing the shape of your chest as she whispers softly into your ear. "Paul, Allan and Mike are coming over today," she says teasingly, her voice thick with excitement. "They're going to fuck me in the ass so hard and piss in my mouth."

Sharon's smile widens as she stands back up and walks away from you slowly, tossing a flirtatious wink over her shoulder. Her hips sway enticingly with each step, drawing your attention down to the curve of her ass that jiggles slightly beneath the thin fabric of her underwear.

"Remember to always obey me and my requests without question or hesitation," she says in a firm tone, her voice commanding respect. You can feel the panic building up inside you. You understand that you will never escape from here - there are bars on the windows, video cameras everywhere, signaling your appearance at each specific point. Well, Sharon... owns CQC and is far superior to you physically.

"Oh, darling," *she says with a laugh, "why would I ever do something like that?" She leans in close again and whispers into his ear, her hot breath tickling his skin. "I only love you, Caine... Well, kind of..." Her hand squeezes his thigh affectionately before moving to stroke his shaft through the cage. "But I'm not cheating on my perfect husband."

Pretending to consider his question seriously for a moment, Sharon rests a hand on her hip and cocks her head to the side as she looks Caine in the eye. "Hmm... I suppose it's possible that you might think that," she says with a smile. "But honestly, darling, there are just so many other men out there who would die for the chance to be with me."

Caine looked at her intently, his eyes narrowing as he tried to gauge if she was telling the truth or not.

Pretending to be offended, Sharon crosses her arms over her chest and purses her lips in mock indignation. "How dare you insinuate such a thing!" she hisses. "Of course I wasn't a virgin on our wedding night! What kind of woman do you think I am?"

Caine narrows his eyes even further, unconvinced by her denial. He knows that Sharon has never been with any other man before him; he's the only one she's ever given herself to completely.

"Alright, Caine, let's get something straight," Sharon says, her voice low and dangerous. She steps closer to him, her finger poking into his chest for emphasis.

"I've never cheated on you, but that doesn't mean I don't have needs," she continues, her tone becoming sultry. "You see, my dear, what we have is special. It's pure and untainted. But sometimes..." She trails off, letting the implication hang in the air between them.

Sharon leans in close again, her breath warm against his ear as she whispers, "

"You're mine, Caine," she murmurs huskily, her words dripping with possessiveness. "Every inch of you belongs to me. Your body, your mind, your very soul... All mine."

Her hands begin to roam over his form, tracing the contours of his torso with a possessive touch. "And I'll use you however I please," she adds, her voice taking on a darker edge. "You'll pleasure me, serve me, and worship me. That's your purpose now, isn't it, darling?"

As Caine pulls Sharon onto his lap, she arches an eyebrow and grins wickedly. "Oh, honey," she says with a mocking laugh, "of course I'm not mad that you want to fuck other women! In fact, I encourage it." Her hands slide up his chest to cup his face, her thumbs tracing circles around his eyes.

"You see, Caine," she whispers, leaning in close enough that their lips brush against each other as they speak, "

I want you to know that I'm the only one who can make you feel this way. The only one who knows how to drive you wild with desire." Her hips begin to move against his in a sensual grind, her body language broadcasting her dominance over him. "And as long as you understand that... well, then we don't have any problems, do we?"

Sharon leans back again, watching Caine's face closely for any sign of rebellion or disobedience.

The words hit Sharon like a punch to the gut, and for a moment she's caught off guard. Her expression hardens as she stares at Caine in disbelief. "Unhappy?" she repeats slowly, her voice cold and dismissive. "I've never been unhappy."

She pushes him away from her roughly, the anger simmering beneath the surface of her calm demeanor.

Ignoring Caine's question, Sharon stands up abruptly and turns away from him, pacing back and forth across the room. She takes deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. After a moment, she stops and spins around to face him again, her expression once more cool and composed.

"Caine," she says in a low, dangerous voice, "you know as well as I do that it doesn't matter. You are all I need." She walks toward him slowly, deliberately, her movements fluid and controlled. "

And you belong to me," she whispers in his ear before leaning in and nipping at his lobe playfully. "So stop with this nonsense about being unhappy or barren." She trails her fingers down his chest again, coming to a rest on the cage that still encircles his cock. "Just be grateful that you have me... and focus on making me happy."

Her eyes flicker downward for a moment before meeting his gaze once more, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

Sharon's eyes widen in feigned surprise as Caine whispers his command into her ear. She takes a step back, pretending to consider his words for a moment before slowly lowering herself down onto her knees in front of him. Her lips part slightly, revealing the pink flesh within as she gazes up at him hungrily.

"Are you sure, husband?" she asks, her voice thick with desire. "You know how much I enjoy making you feel good."

Without waiting for his reply, Sharon reaches forward and undoes the cage that has been imprisoning Caine's cock for so long. His erection springs free, thick and hard in her hand as she strokes it slowly, licking her lips in anticipation. Lowering her head, she takes him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh as she begins to suck on him hungrily.

Sharon moans around Caine's cock, her body shivering with pleasure as he kneads at her breast roughly through her clothes. Her tongue flickers out to tease the sensitive skin behind his balls, making him writhe and groan in response. She takes more of him into her mouth, sucking hard as she tries to get every inch down her throat.

Her hands snake up his body, gripping his hips tightly as she begins to bob her head faster and harder on his cock.

Gasping for breath, Sharon looks up at Caine with a mix of shock and desire in her eyes. Her breasts heave as she pants, the nipples hard and erect. "Anything for you, my love," she whispers, standing up slowly and pressing her chest forward so that her tits are thrust out toward him.

She turns around, presenting her ass to him as well, and bends over at the waist, offering herself to him completely.

The feel of Caine's rough hands on her hips and his hard cock pressing against her crotch send shivers down Sharon's spine. She arches her back, offering herself up to him even more as she moans softly in desire.

"Fuck me," she whispers hoarsely, "take what's mine." Her words are breathy and desperate, a plea for him to claim her and make her his.

The sting of Caine's hand on her ass only serves to heighten Sharon's arousal. She lets out a moan, partly from pleasure and partly from frustration at his teasing. "Because I need it," she pants, arching her back even further in an invitation for him to take what he wants. Her hands slide down between her legs, her fingers seeking out the wetness that is coating her folds.

"Please,"

Caine's lips on her nape send a shiver of pleasure down Sharon's spine. As his hand guides hers toward her soaking wet pussy, she whispers hoarsely, "Yes... please..." Her fingers find their target easily, and with a moan, she begins to stroke herself in time with Caine's ministrations.

Her hips rock back and forth, grinding against his hand as she seeks release. "Fuck me," she gasps, her voice tight with need. "

The feel of Caine's fingers on her clit and his lips at her ear send Sharon spiraling further out of control. She arches her back violently, crying out as she comes hard around his hand and fingers. Her body quakes with pleasure, her skin flushed and slick with sweat.

"Because I'm yours," she whispers, still catching her breath. "And you can have me any way you want."

Sharon lets out a gasp as she feels Caine's hard length pressed against her slick entrance. Her hips instinctively try to buck up and meet his thrusts, but he holds her still, teasing her mercilessly. "Please," she whimpers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing.

With a growl, Caine finally pushes forward, burying himself deep inside Sharon's warmth.

Sharon's eyes widen in surprise as she feels Caine's thick cock stretching her ass, filling her completely. She gasps out a moan of pain that quickly turns into one of pleasure as he begins to thrust roughly inside her. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the flesh of her palms, as she tries to remain still and endure the pain.

"Oh God," she pants, arching her back as Caine takes her hard from behind. "So big..."

"Fuck!" Sharon cries out, her body convulsing around Caine's cock as she comes hard again. Her ass clenches tightly around him, milking his cock as he continues to thrust mercilessly inside her. "You... you animal..." she pants hoarsely, her voice muffled by the pillow as she tries not to scream out too loud.

Caine's words only serve to fuel Sharon's arousal further. She knows that he is hers, and that no one else will ever have her like this. The pain in her ass begins to mingle with the pleasure as Caine continues to thrust roughly inside her, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful stroke.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving tiny half-moon marks in their wake as she tries to hold onto something while being taken so roughly. "Oh God... I'm... gonna..."

The feel of Caine's hand tightening around her throat and his words send Sharon spiraling over the edge. Her body tenses as she comes yet again, this time her orgasm rolling through her like a wave, leaving her gasping for breath and shaking with pleasure. Her ass squeezes tightly around Caine's cock, milking him until he can hold back no longer, his hot seed shooting deep inside her as he cries out in release.

Caine collapses on top of Sharon, their bodies slick with sweat and sticky with their combined fluids. His heavy breathing mixes with hers as they both try to catch their breath. After a few moments, he rolls off her, lying next to her on the bed.

Sharon turns her head to look at him, her expression satisfied. "Well," she purrs, running a hand through his sweaty hair, "that was certainly... vigorous."

Caine grins lazily up at her. "

As Caine pulls her into a passionate kiss, Sharon moans deeply into his mouth. Her fingers claw at his back, digging into the flesh as she returns his affections with equal fervor. The feel of his rough hands on her breast send shivers down her spine, making her nipples harden even further beneath his touch.

"I love it when you're like this," she whispers between kisses, arching her back into his touch as he kneads her breast roughly. "So possessive... so demanding..."

Sharon lets out a soft moan as Caine's hard length presses against her still-sensitive ass. She straddles him, their hips grinding together in a slow, sensual rhythm. Her fingers find their way to his erection again, stroking him with practiced ease.

"You know I belong to you," she whispers breathily into his ear before nipping at it playfully. "Always and forever." She leans back slightly, looking down at Caine, her eyes dark with desire. "

And you belong to me." Her hands slide up his chest, cupping his face as she gazes deeply into his eyes. Slowly, she begins to rock her hips against him harder, grinding their bodies together in a desperate search for release. "Tell me what you want," she breathes, her voice husky with need.

Her eyes narrow slightly at his words, but she doesn't seem angry or offended by the question. In fact, there's a mischievous glint in her eye as she considers her response. "I want... I want..." she starts, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. "I want you to fuck me with your cock," she finally says, her voice low and sultry. "But only if you promise to make it good for me."

A moan of pleasure escapes Sharon's lips as Caine's thick length fills her up once more. Her hips buck wildly beneath him, meeting his thrusts with equal force. He's hitting her g-spot perfectly, sending waves of intense pleasure washing over her body.

"Fuck..." she whispers, arching her back as he continues to pound into her. "So rough... So good..."

The words sting, but Sharon doesn't let it show on her face. Instead, she leans forward, biting down on her lower lip as she focuses on the pleasure coursing through her body. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving behind lines of pain that only serve to heighten their connection.

"I belong to you," she pants, meeting Caine's thrusts with abandon. "Take what you want."

Her eyes flash with anger as she glares at him, but then they soften again and a tiny smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible over their harsh breathing. "Take everything I have." She leans forward again, her breasts brushing against his chest as she arches her back in invitation.

"Fuck me like you mean it," she groans, her body trembling with need.

A gasp of surprise escapes Sharon's lips as Caine begins to thrust powerfully into her cervix. It's an unfamiliar sensation, but it feels so good... so right. Her hips buck wildly beneath him, meeting his movements with equal fervor.

"Oh God... Yes..." she moans, her fingers digging into his shoulders as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch inside her. "Fuck me... claim me..."

As Sharon comes undone beneath him, her body convulsing in orgasm, Caine growls low in his throat and pushes deep inside her one last time. His own release follows close behind, hot seed spilling into her as he cries out her name.

Their bodies slump together, spent from the intensity of their lovemaking. Sharon's breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

As Caine pulls free from her, Sharon lets out a soft moan of disappointment. She watches as he lays back on the bed, still hard and ready for more. With a knowing smirk, she crawls up his body until she's straddling his hips again.

"I could never forget that," she whispers, leaning down to kiss him tenderly before taking his cock into her mouth once more.