Carrie’s legs clamped firmly around her husband’s head as her orgasm hit, gripping him tightly as he continued lapping at her soaking wet pussy, pushing her through her climax as it wrenched her body until she was exhausted. She relaxed her thighs and Ben was finally able to get his breath; they both lay for a moment, their breathing slowly returning to normal.

Then, having regained her composure, Carrie let out a slightly theatrical sigh.

“Well slave, as I’m sure you know, that was ‘ten’… so I guess I’ll have to unlock you now.”

Ben quickly got up on his knees, his caged cock coming into view as Carrie pushed herself upright. She put on a show of being disappointed, but inside she was already buzzing with the details of her new plan, one she had concocted over the last few days.

“Come here then…”

Ben moved up the bed and knelt next to his gorgeous wife, looking excitedly at the key between her breasts.

Carrie took his hand and placed it on her right breast, encouraging him to caress and gently squeeze it as she spoke to him.

“Is that where you want to shoot your load?” She asked innocently.

Ben could only nod and groan a little, hoping that she wasn’t giving him false hope.

“Well, today could be your lucky day… but before I unlock you, I want to tell you about some ‘changes’ I’m making to our little game.”

She smiled up at her husband, who instantly looked suspicious and a little nervous.

“So we’ve had this ‘rule of ten’ for a little while now, but I feel like maybe it’s a little too rigid and predictable for the longer term. So I’ve decided to allow you a little more control over how things go down in future.”

Again she smiled up at him and her hand came up between his legs, her long nails gently digging into his heavy, swollen balls.

“Hmm, I love how big and full these feel… it seems such a pity to let you empty them. Still, I said ten orgasms and you’ve given me what I asked for… so let’s get this off you.”

Carrie pushed his hand away from her breast and then reached up and took hold of the key on her necklace, she leant forward slightly and pushed the key into the small padlock. Ben watched intently as she slid the shackle free and then pulled the front of the cage away, releasing his cock and allowing it to stretch out a little. 

Within seconds he was getting hard. He knew Carrie wouldn’t remove the rest of the device – what was the point, it would be going back on just as soon as he had cum, that’s how it always went down. Besides, the back ring only served to make his cock even harder and Carrie loved to see it throb away, aching for release.

Carrie’s hand closed around her slave’s cock and began to stroke it gently. Ben gasped and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling while simultaneously trying to avoid cumming too soon. After all, it had taken him nearly three weeks to earn his release and it sounded like things were about to get worse for him, no matter how positive a spin his wife was putting on it.

“So let me tell you what I’ve come up with. From now on, each time I allow you to cum the number of orgasms required for your next release will increase by 1. But… you will get a choice of where to cum; if you cum on my feet that will be an additional 1 and if you cum on my breasts that will be an additional 3, so let’s say you chose to cum on my feet today, that would mean you would need to give me 12 orgasms before you can cum again. Or say you chose to cum on my breasts, then that would be 14, understand?”

“Yes Mistress,” groaned Ben.

“And in future they only count if I cum really hard… if I’m dissatisfied in any way at all, I can delete it – okay?”

“Yes Mistress,” sighed Ben, he would agree to pretty much anything as long as she kept stroking him.

“And obviously wherever you decide to cum, you still have to lick it up – that’s definitely not going to change. But I don’t really think you’d want it any other way, would you?”

“No Mistress, I love licking my cum off of your gorgeous body.”

Carrie smiled and stroked him a little harder, wondering if he would enjoy licking it off his own skin as much? Probably not…

“So I guess you’re wondering what I meant when I said I was going to let you have a little more control in future…? Well, if you decide to cum in your own hand, rather than on me… and lick it up of course, then the number of orgasms you need to give me would stay the same, so if you did that today you would still be on 10, right?”

“Yes Mistress…”

“And, if you really want to knock it back, all you have to do is ruin it. Ruining your orgasm means you halve the number of orgasms you need to give me, so today that would mean you only needed to give me 5 before you got released again.”

Carrie tightened her grip a little and stroked him slower, just letting that sink in.

“Or, alternatively you could beg me to tease you and edge you once for each orgasm you owe me and lock you up again, in which case the number will reset to 1.”

Carrie stroked him harder and faster still for a few seconds, then stopped.

“But… if I edge you and you lose control, then your number gets doubled.”

Ben groaned in frustration and gently rocked his body back and forth trying desperately to continue the stimulation he craved so badly.

Carrie let go.

“You can take over now…”

Ben reached down and grasped his swollen cock, it felt so good to be able to touch it after so long and he had to fight the urge to pump it as hard and fast as he could.

“Oh and if you choose to ruin it for me and halve your number, that will be into your own hand too.”

Carrie looked decidedly pleased with herself.

“The question is, how long will you go before you decide to ruin it for me? The longer you leave it the worse it’s going to get, and if you don’t ruin it this time there’s no point doing it next time because it will get rounded up to 6 anyway…”

Ben grunted loudly as his fist moved back and forth, he knew the smart thing would be to ruin it now and knock his number back down to 5, but he was so desperate to cum hard he didn’t know if he could face doing that. 

“But I know you’d rather shoot that thick, creamy load all over my pretty little feet or my gorgeous breasts wouldn’t you? I know that’s what you dream about when you’re lying next to me in bed and I can feel your cage pressing into my ass.”

Carrie lifted her foot up until it was right by Ben’s face, he kissed it then sucked a couple of her toes into his mouth. 

“Mmm, wouldn’t you love to lick all that hot, sticky cum out from between my pretty little toes?” She taunted evilly.

“I know you love my feet so much… but not as much as you love my gorgeous tits. I know you love to blow all over my soft, smooth tits don’t you and it’s been a good long while since I let you do that hasn’t it?”

Ben grunted in agreement.

“You love how they look when they’re covered with your creamy load, don’t you?”

Carrie dropped her leg down and got up onto her knees, pushing her tits up towards her husband’s mouth. 

“Go on, suck on them… I know how bad you want to taste your cum and I know exactly where you want to lick it up from. Come on, it’s only going to cost you 14 mind-blowing orgasms before you get let out again, that’s nothing…”

Ben sucked on his wife’s nipples greedily, he was slowing down now as his orgasm approached and he tried to reason with himself. Surely the sensible thing to do was to ruin his orgasm and knock his number right back down to 5… 

“Come on slave, I know you’re close – you can’t hold back forever.”

Carrie reached down and squeezed her husband’s swollen balls.

“Are you there? Are you ready to blow for me?”

“Yes Mistress!” 

Carrie leaned forward and presented her tits.

“This is what you want isn’t it? Come on, give in, do it…! ”

Ben rose up to his feet. Admitting defeat he stroked his cock harder and faster until he felt the edge arrive and turn into release. He grunted loudly as he felt the cum explode from his cock, rope after rope of pent up nut juice gushing free and splashing over his wife’s delectable breasts.

Carrie laughed and looked up at her slave deviously.

“That was so good wasn’t it slave? And now you know what you have to do.”

Ben milked the last drops of cum out of his wilting cock onto his wife’s fleshy tits, they looked so hot spattered in cum but she would never let him take a photo. Perhaps it was a good thing, after all having a photo to look at would only make the waiting even worse.

Ben knelt down and bent his head forward, his tongue slipping out of his mouth to taste the warm, sticky mess he had made.

“Good slave… lick all that nasty cum up for me, I know you love cleaning me up… it tastes so fucking good doesn’t it, when you’ve waited soooo long for it?”

Ben continued to lap greedily at her slippery breasts until they were clean and he had swallowed every drop.

“Good slave… I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me, and since you have so many wonderful orgasms to give me before you get to do that again, I think you should start right now.”

Carrie pulled her husband down between her spread thighs and shuddered as his wet tongue made contact with her clit.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to give you ‘lots’ more opportunities to make me cum in future…”

Ben groaned his thanks as he settled in to eat her pussy just the way he knew she liked it, his half hard cock pressing against the cool sheets.

Carrie lay back and used her hands to pull his head deeper, grinding her pussy against his eager tongue. She was already thinking ahead to how she could manipulate the game to her advantage once again, but for now she was satisfied with her new rules.