You stood naked in the middle of the master bedroom, hands behind your back, the pink steel chastity cage locked tightly around your aching cock. Your slutwife Elena circled you slowly, her black silk robe barely covering her curves, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
“You’ve been such a needy little cuck lately,” she purred. “Staring at my phone when Marcus texts me. Leaking in your cage every time I tell you how much better his huge black cock feels. Tonight your slutwife is going to teach you a new lesson… with ginger.”
She held up the thick, freshly peeled ginger root she had carved into a smooth, tapered plug. “This is called figging, my love. Once it’s inside your ass, every clench, every squirm, every spank is going to burn hotter. And you’re going to clench a lot.”
Elena pushed you face-down over the edge of the bed. She spread your cheeks and slowly worked the ginger plug into your tight hole. At first it was just cool pressure — then the heat started. A warm tingling that quickly bloomed into a deep, stinging, relentless burn.
“Feel that?” she whispered, giving your ass a firm spank. The impact made you clench hard around the ginger, and the burn instantly flared hotter. You gasped into the sheets.
“Good boy. That’s what happens when a slutwife decides to punish her locked-up husband.”
She took soft black rope and bound you thoroughly. Wrists tied together behind your back, ankles secured to the bedposts, forcing you to stay bent over, ass presented and vulnerable. The figging plug sat deep inside you, the burning sensation growing stronger with every passing minute.
Elena stepped back to admire her work. “Look at you — my pathetic, figged, chastity-caged husband. All tied up and burning for me while I get ready for a real man.”
She slipped out of her robe, revealing sheer black lingerie that made your caged cock strain painfully. Then she picked up her phone and texted Marcus.
While you waited, the figging continued its merciless work. The burn was constant now, a fiery fullness that made you shift and squirm. Every small movement intensified it. Elena noticed and rewarded you with a series of sharp spanks across both cheeks.
“Clench for me, pet. I want to see how well the ginger works.”
You couldn’t help it — each spank made you tighten, driving the heat deeper. Your moans filled the room as the burning blended with the sting on your skin.
Twenty minutes later the door opened. Marcus stepped in — tall, muscular, confident. His eyes immediately went to your bound, red, figged ass and the chastity cage dripping precum onto the floor.
“Damn, Elena,” he chuckled. “You really do keep him locked up tight.”
“He’s my little figging toy tonight,” your slutwife replied proudly. She kissed Marcus deeply, pressing her body against his while you watched helplessly. The ginger continued burning as they made out right in front of you.
Elena dropped to her knees and pulled out Marcus’s huge black cock. It was thick, heavy, and already rock hard — easily twice the size of your caged dick. She stroked it lovingly, looking over at you.
“Watch how a slutwife worships a superior cock while her husband burns.”
She took him into her mouth, sucking eagerly, moaning around his length. Every wet sound, every gag, every slurping noise sent fresh waves of humiliation through you. The figging made sure you couldn’t escape the sensation — every time you clenched in arousal or jealousy, the burn punished you.
Marcus eventually pulled Elena up and bent her over the bed right beside you. He slid his massive cock into her wet pussy in one smooth thrust. Elena cried out in pleasure as he started fucking her hard.
“Right next to your figged ass,” she gasped between moans. “Can you feel the bed shaking? That’s what a real man does to your slutwife.”
Marcus pounded her relentlessly while Elena reached over and spanked you in rhythm with his thrusts. Each slap made you clench around the ginger, the burning intensifying until tears pricked your eyes and your locked cock leaked steadily.
For the next hour they used you as their live entertainment. Elena would occasionally pull the ginger out for a few minutes to give you a break, only to slide it back in after teasing you with her fingers or making you watch her ride Marcus’s huge black cock reverse cowgirl, facing you so you could see every inch disappearing inside her.
At one point she made you kneel (still bound) while she sat on the edge of the bed and let Marcus fuck her inches from your face. The figging plug stayed firmly in place the entire time.
The burn, the rope, the spanking, the visual of your slutwife being thoroughly fucked by a superior cock — it all blended into overwhelming submission.
Finally, Elena pulled the ginger out for good. The sudden cool relief was almost as intense as the burn had been. She unlocked your chastity cage but immediately tied a tight leather cord around the base of your cock and balls.
“You’re going to watch him cum inside me,” she told you, “and then you’re getting a ruined orgasm.”
Marcus fucked her harder until he groaned and filled your slutwife with his load. Elena moaned loudly, kissing him passionately as he came. Then she pulled you forward.
“Clean me while I edge you.”
You licked her clean while she stroked your desperate cock with expert, torturous slowness. The moment you got close, she stopped. Again and again. The slutwife denial was merciless.
When she finally allowed it, she commanded:
“Cum now — but ruin it.”
Your orgasm was weak and unsatisfying, spurting pathetically onto the floor while she laughed softly and stroked your hair.
“Good boy. My perfect figged little cuck.”
She locked you back into the chastity cage, the click loud in the quiet room.
“This is what life with a slutwife is like now,” she whispered, kissing your forehead. “More figging, more rope, more huge black cock, and more of you burning for me.”
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