Dreams Number Four

My wife is wearing a full-length cotton nightgown and instructs me to begin stroking my cock. She encourages me by demonstrating the motion herself while also rubbing her own body beneath the gown. She does everything she can to build my arousal, giving me glimpses of her breasts and pussy through the fabric, saying all sorts of things to turn me on. Positioned on all fours facing me, I can look down under her nightgown at her chest. She asks if I enjoy watching them. Next, she lies on her side with legs spread, moving her hand as if jacking off a cock herself, all while wearing the gown so my view of her nakedness is hidden. She shifts position until her pussy is right next to my face and rubs her clit—still concealed under the nightgown. I can’t see exactly what she’s doing. Then she tells me to stroke slowly as she kneels up and pulls off her gown. She cups her breasts, telling me to continue stroking at a slow pace. I am in agony, wanting to speed up and finish quickly. She then leans in until her face is just an inch from mine and says:

I’m going to straddle your face and get myself off. When I cum, you must stop stroking. If you come first, the cage goes back on for a week and we’ll have sex. But if I cum first, the cage stays on for at least three weeks, with no promises beyond that. She kneels over my face, telling me to keep stroking slowly until she starts. The agony is intense. Just before she reaches for her clit, she gently strokes my cheek and says: If you’re close, don’t cum. I want to lock you up again, frustrated. And then she begins rubbing her clit while telling me to jack off as fast as possible. I am stroking like a madman, desperate for release. She keeps talking about how I’ll be locked away, frustrated for weeks if she cums first, and mentions that she is getting closer and hopes it happens before I do. I reach the point of no return… but I hold off. It’s incredibly difficult; I am in utter agony, yet somehow manage to keep stroking without cumming. Then she cums. She has an intense orgasm and falls over to her side. She tells me to embrace her, so I stop stroking and hold her as she trembles with aftershocks for more than a minute. She looks at me and asks if I came. When I say no, she smiles, saying how much she’ll enjoy locking me up while completely frustrated. She reminds me it’s a minimum of three weeks, but might extend it further. During all that time, I need to remember what good relief would have felt like in just one week. What does this mean? For the situation to end this way—where I prioritize her desire over my immediate orgasm and sex within a week—shows that I have accepted chastity and her needs above my own pleasure. This is happening while every physical signal in my body screams for release. That said, I’m not sure if I could hold off cumming again under these circumstances.