After our meeting with the GM, my husband was thoroughly aroused. Before we got in the car to drive home, I made him strip and put his clothes in the trunk so he would have to drive home naked. Once we started home, I told him he had to keep both hands on the steering wheel the whole way home, or there would be consequences. I also told him there would be consequences if he came without permission. As he drove, I casually played with the head of his hard, throbbing cock, sticking my fingernails in his urethra, massaging his balls, pinching the head of his cock, but purposely staying away from his shaft. I giggled watching his cock literally bounce up and down with excitement as I teased it. I thought for sure he would explode before we got home, but he managed to control himself.

When we got home, it was early evening, so there was little sunlight left, but enough for neighbors to see us if they were watching. I had him pull up on the curb rather than in the garage and told him to stay in the car until I returned. I gathered up his clothes from the trunk and carried them into the house with me, before returning with a slip leash. I had hubby open the door and I looped the opening around his balls and cock, then pulled the leash tight, causing some clear agony as it tightened. Once the leash was secure, I tugged on it, coaxing him to get out of the car and follow me through the yard to the porch. Once on the porch, I had him kneel in front of the door and told him to wait five minutes before he could come in.

One he was allowed in the house, I gave him a challenge. I told him I would suck him off, but if he came in less than ten minutes he would be put in a chastity cage for one week. I could see the frustration on his face as he was already about to explode. I was barely able to close my lips around his head before he erupted into my mouth. I collected all of his cum in my mouth and fed it back to him, then I immediately put a pink cage on his cock and placed the key to the lock on my anklet for safe keeping.

A week had passed before we got a call from the GM asking us to come back to the team offices. I decided to only wear a pair of heels and stockings under a trench coat, since I had every intention of teasing both the GM and my husband during the meeting. I also tucked another pink cock cage in my coat pocket, just in case.

We got to the office, and the GM welcomed us in. He started to return to his desk when I cleared my throat and snapped my fingers.

“I believe that’s my desk you’re headed to, isn’t it?” I stated, rather coldly.

The GM nodded meekly and stepped aside, allowing me to walk past him to the desk chair. As I passed him, I opened my coat and let it fall from my body, gathering in a heap at his feet.

“Pick that up and hang it up for me, pet,” I said, emphasizing the last word.

He was so fixated on my naked breasts and bare pussy and ass that he didn’t move. I slapped him firmly but not harshly, just enough to snap him out of his entranced state, and watched as he picked up my coat and hung it as instructed. I then simply pointed to the floor next to the desk, signaling where I expected him to be for the meeting.

Over the next several minutes we discussed my husband’s raise and some of the high-level logistics of the plan we proposed at our previous meeting. This is when the GM began to stammer.

“There is one piece to the puzzle that we have to have in place before we can make this happen,” the GM said softly.

Having anticipated this, I nodded and said, “Yes, we’ll need to get Coach Smith on board. We plan on talking with him next week about this.”

The GM looked down, as if he was ashamed. “I, um, I already shared the plan with him,” he said very softly.

I was surprised that he had enough chutzpah to talk about our plan with the coach. I honestly thought he would have been too embarrassed to say anything. But while I may have been impressed, I was also frustrated because I had planned to use the same element of surprise on the coach that I had used on him.

“Well that’s disappointing,” I stated flatly. “I had a pitch prepared for Coach Smith. And since you spoiled my fun, you will be disciplined. But before we take care of that, what did the coach think of the plan?”

The GM looked a little worried as he quietly replied, “Coach Smith said he wants to discuss the plan with the two of you at his home tomorrow evening.”

I sighed dramatically, though I had already started to think through our impending meeting with the coach. Then, returning to the moment at hand, I told my husband to fetch the spare cage from my coat pocket and bring it over to the desk. He did so without question and set the cage on the desk before returning to his seat.

“What’s that?” the GM asked, truly confused by the sight of the chastity device.

I smiled and said to my husband, “Be a dear and show him what the purpose of that cage is, sweetie.”

My husband stood and loosened his pants, letting them fall to the floor around his ankles, revealing his caged cock to the clearly shocked GM.

“You… you want to put that on me?” the GM asked, clearly alarmed.

I simply nodded my response.

“But it won’t fit,” he protested.

“I’m sure it will,” I replied with little expression.

The GM continued to protest, but his face started to redden at the same time. “But I… I’m too…”

“Too what? Too big?” I giggled. “I’ve sucked you off, pet. I assure you it will fit.”

He shook his head, “I’m too… hard…” he said with a mix of pride and humiliation.

Amused at his clear discomfort, I looked him in the eye and simply said, “Show me.”

He paused, only for a moment, before he lowered his pants and boxers and revealed his erection. I got up from my chair and walked over, sitting on the edge of the desk next to the cock cage. I reached my hand out and casually played with the head of the erect cock for a few teasing seconds.

“You’re right, you’re much too hard to fit in this little cage,” I said, tapping the cage next to me. “But that’s a temporary issue.”

I could see the smile start to form on his face, knowing he was thinking I would be granting him another blowjob. But I had something else in mind.

“Since you clearly need to release your pent-up sexual frustration,” I said as seductively as I could, “you have a choice to make. Either masturbate right here, right now, and cum on the desk, or let my husband suck you dry.”

It was debatable who was more shocked at that last statement, the GM or my husband. I knew which option the GM would choose, trying to maintain what remained of his masculinity.

Without saying a word, he began to jack himself off. I got up and moved from the desk, glancing over at my husband. I noticed what appeared to be a look of slight dejection, which made me smile as I tucked that little thought away for a later time.

In less than a minute, the GM groaned loudly as he expelled his seed onto his desk next to the pink cage. I was impressed with the amount of milky cum that had pooled up under his shrinking cock. I stuck a fingertip into the thick, sticky substance, then teasingly licked it from my fingertip.

“Very good pet,” I said, as I reached down and flicked his now flaccid cock. “Now we can get this cage on you.”

I quickly placed the ring around his scrotum and fitted the small, curved cage over his cock, realizing that the cage was indeed a little small, but without mercy I forced the cage on and locked it. The groans of the GM told me that he was clearly in discomfort. I put the key on my anklet with my husband’s.

“The cage is because you shared our plan with Coach Smith without permission,” I told the GM. “But that’s not your punishment,” I said with a mischievous smile.

“What do you mean?” he asked, struggling to understand.

“You were getting this cage tonight regardless,” I said. “You telling Coach Smith simply gave me the reason and opportunity to accomplish that.”

I could see the confusion on his case as I continued. “No, your punishment is you now have to lick that wonderful puddle of your seed from your desk.”

“You can’t be serious,” the GM stammered.

Without saying a word, I walked behind him and squatted next to where he was standing. With my left hand I reached between his legs and squeezed his balls roughly, eliciting a loud groan. With my right hand I reached up and grabbed a fistful of hair, pushing his head down until his nose was in the puddle of cum.

“LICK!”

I heard him whimper as I watched his tongue sneak out between his lips and he started licking his sperm. He coughed and gagged repeatedly, as most men do the first time they swallow cum, but managed to slowly take in all of his cum.

Pleased with his performance, I gave him a kiss, tasting his cum on his lips. I allowed my tongue to lick his lips playfully, before pulling away. The evening was getting late and I had to plan for our meeting with Coach Smith the next day. So I told the GM to get up and sit on the desk as I lifted my leg and set my foot down on the desk next to him. I beckoned my husband over to stand in front of the GM, close enough that their matching cages were almost touching.

“Be a dear and unlock my husband's cage,” I said to the GM, pointing to the correct key on my anklet.

I smiled as the GM complied, not even attempting to argue or hesitate. I was surprised at how effortlessly he cradled my husband's balls as he unlocked the cage and set him free, watching my husband's cock instantly harden. I noticed how excited my husband was to have his boss fondling his balls, despite his best efforts not to let the excitement show.

A wicked thought flashed on my mind, and I looked at the GM and said, “Now kiss the head of my husband’s cock.”

Expecting resistance, I was pleasantly surprised when the GM simply replied, “Yes Ma’am,” before leaning down and gently kissing the head of my husband’s cock.

The smile on my husband’s face said more than any words could. I told him to get dressed as I walked over to fetch my overcoat.

“What about me?” the GM cried out as we prepared to leave.

I smiled as I responded, “Oh you’ve been a naughty boy, remember? I think a week in the cage will be a sufficient reminder of your place.”

“But… but my wife… how do I explain…” he stammered.

I simply smiled. “Tell her you have a headache,” I said as we walked out of the office.