Massage in chastity

Professionally I'm a manager, with a tough reputation, nobody would guess at my home persona. At home I'm a sissy... body waxed smooth, glittery toenail polish and my small penis locked in a restrictive chastity cage (don’t judge me).

My wife is a domme and loves control, she particularly enjoys setting up experiences that might humiliate me or solidify her control.

It was with some trepidation that I asked permission to remove my chastity cage to go for a massage and when she said she would think on it I assumed it was a NO.

Days later my wife announced that she had found a massage therapist who she felt "would not be troubled by the presence of a chastity cage". She gave directions and bank notes (since it was cash only) with spare "just in case".

I arrived at the address to a nondescript shop "Oriental Massage with Herbs" with a bright OPEN sign in LED lights in the window. Opening the door revealed an empty reception desk with a Chinese pottery cat with a moving arm. After a minutes wait a pretty oriental woman came, checked my reservation, took cash and led me to a room.

"take off clothes - lie face down", she said and left the room.

As I lay there naked I felt deliciously vulnerable and my penis began to tighten in its cage against the warmth of the massage table.

The massage was great with just hints of its sensual nature. As she massaged my back, I felt her pussy mound press into the top of my head. The long flowing massage strokes down my back ended in her hands parting my buttocks.

She ran her oily fingers between my buttocks and I stiffened and gave a sharp intake of breath.

"You like baby?" she said putting pressure directly on my hole with the tip of her finger... I was lucky not to cum right then.

I was starting to regret being caged and was dreading turning over and exposing my locked penis. I realised I didn’t have answers to the inevitable questions.

"turn over now baby" she said fetching a pillow.

I complied and a silence followed as her eyes alighted on my chastity cage.

"what this" she said holding the cage between thumb and forefinger... "it come off?"

I explained that it stayed on all the time as my wife didn’t allow me to have sex.

She giggled, "first time, I'm seeing this", she said.

"You mind if I show other girls".

"No" I mumbled weakly… This was getting out of control quickly!

She un-locked the door, and shouted down the hallway in Mandarin. One by one, three pretty Chinese girls arrived and an animated conversation broke out (I wish I could've understood them). The questions came thick and fast...

"Your wife lock you?"... "yes".

"It come off for sex?"... "I never have sex".

"You make pee-pee in it?"... "yes".

"how long you wear it?"... "years".

"it never come off?"... "only to clean".

They were very handsy, lifting my testicles to see how it was attached and one asked to take a picture on her mobile phone.

I was getting overwhelmed rapidly and the girl taking pictures was the final straw... I came... spurting thick gobs of cum into the air narrowly missing picture girl. She recoiled and, once over her shock, started giggling.

They all displayed shock, varying from a sharp intake of breath to nervous giggles... Someone had the presence of mind to fetch a wet cloth to clean up.

"wow baby, you OK?"

The room emptied, but I could hear animated whispered discussions going on in the corridor outside...

I got multiple hugs as I left - I certainly wasn't going to be forgotten!