Carolers' Sleigh Ride (Caged)

Carolers' Sleigh Ride (caged)

Description: Joyful wife rides caged hubby's face, three girls teasing him.

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#### My contribution to "WINTER HOLIDAY 2023" Literotica Contest: //rosa-blanca.ru/desixxxphoto/stories/contest.php/winter-holidays-2023

Disclaimer. BEWARE! Adult ONLY!

FETISH AND TEASING! BDSM! Cuffs! Male Chastity Cage for his Keyholder wife!

Don't read if the prolonged marital facesitting is not to your taste!

This tale follows a similar parody of the notorious song "Jingle BALLS (1850)", published on Literotica.com as a contribution to the Karaoke 2023 event: //rosa-blanca.ru/desixxxphoto/s/jingle-bells-1850

The characters in this tale are Britney and Dean, keyholder wife and caged husband respectively; and some of the girls present at her Bachelorette Party, described in my "Here Comes The Bride" //rosa-blanca.ru/desixxxphoto/s/here-comes-the-bride-4

It is not strictly necessary to read those tales. It is sufficient to know that the husband wears the chastity cage willingly and consensually; the faithful wife is monogamous but a little tad of gentle Femdom; and the girlfriends are delighted when she orders her husband to lick toes, nipples or pussies in front of her, like a good submissive boy.

In the words of another very nice fellow, the girls will engage in many fetish activities, but without overdoing it: no permanent damage, minors, animals, or other illegal activities. Gentle Femdom, tease and denial, blue balls, chastity fantasies, bondage, CBT, nipple play, anal play, whips and paddles, forced cum-eating, behind-closed-doors just a tad of willing humiliation, as a joke between good friends (with full respect out of session).

Like in a Musical (or a Muppet Show), in some cases, the women sang (or hummed) a song over a karaoke-like musical base, provided by one of the many home automation music players (it did not seem important to me and I did not describe it in detail: everyone elaborates with their imagination). At other times, the girls used words and formulae already heard many times in the carols, but with a gravely perverse, generously selfish, and kindly mischievous meaning.

English is not my mother tongue, please forgive my mistakes.####

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Chapter 1. Preparing to welcome as Guests the girls.

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By mutual agreement, husband and wife had earlier in the day decided that today would be the day to show Dean's devotion to Britney's girl friends.

It was Christmas Eve: 23 December. Perfect for Christmas greetings. Each family had other plans for the evening of the 24th, as was only right. But the 23rd was everything to us.

It was snowing outside in a windy blizzard. But inside the house, it was comfy and cozy in the warmth. They even had a fireplace with wood and fire burning, but mostly heating was provided by wind turbines.

Therefore, he could be naked even if it was snowing outside. Dean 'had' to be naked: it was one of the first rules his wife had laid down since their honeymoon, as a form of small behind-closed-doors humiliation. The ban on wearing clothes would remind him, at any time of day, that he was the Queen's servant, the Paladin with the shining armor padlocked around his cock.

He was allowed to work remotely, and on the rare times he had to participate in some video conference, he was allowed to wear a shirt: only between 9 and 5, office hours.

Moreover, if he was naked, she could admire the shape of her submissive's muscular and virile body. Britney had never understood why pornographers insisted on the fantasy of wives making their husbands dress up as females, with baby dolls and French Maid costumes: she used to tell the girls, "If I wanted to subdue a human being with a feminine appearance, I could do it with a lesbian woman, and it would be candy for the eyes! But what enjoyment do I get out of seeing my husband ridiculously disguised, with those broad shoulders and masculine neck? And the beard sticking out of his chin, even a few hours after shaving? No, it's not for me: someone else will like it, but not me!" Britney delighted in looking at his bare, exposed muscles. Depending on the day, she was either aroused or amused, by seeing the blue balls dangling helplessly as he performed domestic chores without protest or recrimination. At the company where he worked, Dean was a true Alpha male, respected and feared by his co-workers. But at home, the hubby was just an obedient knight. She often ordered him to do chores while she watched from the couch: and to prolong the show, she made him work handcuffed and naked.

Britney, on the other hand, loved to wear something. At home she was almost never naked: and certainly not today, when newlyweds were expecting visitors! Britney always loved to emphasize the role difference in the CFNM dynamic.

Sometimes she wore something very provocative, like stockings with a garter belt that framed her naked pussy, or high heels to sway as she walked. Other times, she wore a jumper or a comfortable sweater. In both cases, he would get excited looking at her: he was so in love with her, he would get excited even if she wore a burlap sack to carry Idaho potatoes (like Marylin Monroe in the famous photo).

For the 23rd of December, the newlyweds had bought a special wooden bench, on which he could lie on his back. Beyond his shoulders, there was a seat with a large hole in the middle: and a comfortable upholstery of padded red leather, which allowed her to sit on it for hours without straining his neck bones. For extreme comfort, he also had an inflatable cushion under his head. Next to his ears, the frame had two steel hooks, which allowed a particularly generous Owner to cuff her husband's wrists without them hitting his spine. This also helped to prolong the session. To top it all off, a pair of handcuffs on the side forced his ankles into a position where his knees and thighs remained wide open. When they were husband and wife alone, that forced gaping was useful to provide a convenient target for the lashes she could inflict on him with a soft velvet nine-tailed riding crop. But now that they were guests, that position could have offered new opportunities for torture against him.

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In the days leading up to the Guests' arrival, the newlyweds were very busy setting up for the party. But not for silly things like decorations, food, and drink.

Britney had orgasmed for the umpteenth time, thanks to Dean's deft tongue, and then stood for long minutes with his face buried under her rosebud and pussy.

He didn't move or protest: he was just trying to breathe somehow, while his cock clenched in the cage and yearned to cum, to no avail.

After several minutes, Britney emerged from the post-orgasmic bliss and sighed, "Forgive me, darling, this time my orgasm was so intense I thought I was going to pass out. At one point my eyes lost contact with this world and all I saw was an intense white light..."

"Oh, no, Shrek! Stay away from the white light!" he exclaimed feigning concern.

"Silly you!" she chuckled "It was a White Christmas, just like the ones I used to know since we started this chastity cage Lifestyle... with your rules, Ladies First, and Never Reciprocate, which are two Mottos to be carved in marble."

"Maybe next year we'll buy the marble too. May your days be merry and bright, darling, and may all your Christmases be white," Dean smiled.

"Yes, dear. I love you so much too. But I also love fiddling with your blue balls, exposed and dangling like two bells! I can't wait for the girls, to hear sleigh bells in the snow! But now, make me a fresh coffee, darling, and then let's concentrate on the torture furniture."

Dean lit large red and green Christmas candles on the shelves. Britney placed two buckets near the bench: in one was ice, and in the other was snow taken from the garden outside the porch. Ice could be used for many delicious tortures, or to give new sensations to a girl's pussy while he had a cold tongue! Or it could be used to reduce the erection of the penis, perhaps to make it slide out of the cage on the occasion of a (very unlikely) release. Britney smiled. Dean hoped, but couldn't take any opening for granted.

Then he hung a large branch of mistletoe right above the bench, at the spot where his head would be as a throne for facesitting.

Britney ecstatically admired the colors of the mistletoe. "Oh, yeah! Candles burning low, lots of mistletoe, lots of snow and ice. Everywhere we go, choirs singin' carols right outside my door... All these things and more: whoa, that's what Christmas means to me, my love!

"Yeah! And you know what I mean, I see your smilin' face like I never seen before... Even though I love you madly, it seems I love you more. The little strokes you'll give me will touch my heart for sure!" Dean and Britney were truly soul mates.

Britney smiled at him. "Just think, there are couples who use these holiday days to cook! Only my grandmother could waste time like that! We, on the other hand, will use these days to make your balls as blue as possible. Do you mind if I tease you constantly, wearing small portions of indecent clothing?"

"No, Britney. It makes me so happy to see how much levity and serenity encourages you to neglect me... knowing that every single movement of a pink toe or nipple will be enough to make me jerk in the cage."

"Yeah. Partly because you think I'm beautiful (which is not), partly because you've been continually denying yourself for days or weeks. Would you rather I went compulsive shopping on the commercial streets?"

"I'll have a Blue Balls Christmas without you: I'll be so blue just thinking about you! Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree won't be the same, dear, if you're not here with me. And each time those blue snowflakes start falling that's when those blue memories start calling. You'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white orgasm... but I'll have a blue, blue blue blue Christmas." Together they sang the Elvis melody:

"Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, oh, oh / / you'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white, but I'll have a blue, blue blue blue Christmas!"

Britney laughed with such joy. Dean pouted a faux-painful and frustrated face. He was frustrated, but he was also happy that his wife had so many orgasms and was always with him. And the embrace of the bars around the skin of his cock gave him a sense of calm, both mental and physical. His brain was no longer subordinated to the urgings of his penis, and he could devote himself to making his wife and the girls she invited happy. And physically, the cage was like the fingers of a woman's hand, embracing and protecting him every minute of the day. Caged, Dean was merry.

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The visiting girls arrived around ten o'clock in the morning. She had been riding facesitting for at least two hours, and he had his blue balls swollen with frustrated excitement.

He was not allowed to cum. Dean wore a chastity cage, consisting of a short tube made of metal bars (with small gaps filled by the compressed skin of his cock), and joined tightly to a ring that hugged the base of his penis and dangling testicles.

The happy wife was enjoying her joyride, when the girls arrived. She smiled at her husband who could not see her (with his nose buried in rosebud and his eyes covered by her buttocks) but her voice was cheerful and smiling: "Outside the snow is falling, and girl friends are calling "Yoo Hoo"... Come in, girls!" Britney didn't feel like getting up from her throne, so she instructed her sister, Abigail, to open the door with her spare keys.

"Come in, come in, girls! Make yourselves comfortable! Just hear those slave-balls jingle-ing 'n' ring tingle-ing too... Come on, it's lovely weather for a slave ride, together with you!"

All the girls giggled. They had arrived in the car of their sister, Abigail; it was snowing furiously outside, but they had parked under the porch and had not gotten cold.

Abigail said it was so nice to be together with her friends (and Dean) on a relaxing day. "Everybody's in a hurry, in a flurry, shopping until they're dropping in the snow! Kids are cryin', dogs are barkin', catchin' up with folks we barely know."

Britney interrupted her. "Sure it's madness, but it's magic as soon as you hang up the mistletoe," and she mentioned the branch of mistletoe she had hung above Dean's head. Underneath that mistletoe would have been many a long kiss: lips down there!

She looked at her submissive husband: "Because you're the reason for the season! No, we don't need to keep up with the neighborohood, just my girls and nobody else! Our love is something priceless! I don't need diamonds, just these little sparkly things! Cause you can't buy this A-feeling (no, oh, oh, oh). Nothing lights my fire or wraps me up, baby, like you do: I just want a cozy, cozy little Christmas here with you."

Britney stroked Dean's face, but Abigail wanted to receive her first orgasm from his tongue. So the sister-in-law said to him:

"So, Mr. Santa, take the day off and start a tongue massage! 'Cause we've got this one all under control! A little whiskey and I'm getting frisky (ooh!) to horizontal slow dancing to Nat King Cole..."

The girls rested their bare feet on his helpless thighs. "No, we ain't stressin', just caressin' (mm-hmm) warmin' up our popsicle toes... Nothing's missing, because you're a blessing!"

Abigail with pussy on his face confirmed, "Yet, you're the only one I'm wishing for, until my sister allows me to share your oral skills, just to tease you in your cage!"

His wife's approval was confirmed by Britney's nod: "Our love is something priceless! I don't need anything: take back all the Cartier, and the Tiffany's and the Chanel... Well, can I keep that Chanel? Please?" The girls laughed, while Dean had his mouth busy licking his sister-in-law's pussy.

Abigail had already seen the chastity cage several times... her friends, Kym and Zuri, hadn't seen her since the night of the bachelorette party (more or less) with rare other visits. For a moment, Dean had feared that the girls would mock and humiliate him... instead they were greatly admired for the devotion he showed and looked at him with respect mixed with a firm determination to torture him precisely because he appeared so resilient.

Tall and dark as an ebony statue, Zuri couldn't help herself from giggling: "Girls, what do you say? Do you think that if Camilla, the Sour Feminist, were present today, she would accuse poor Dean of 'manspreading', for this patriarchal and oppressive posture of his against all women, ha, ha! What do you say?" The very white teeth contrasted with the purple lipstick and the skin, the color of dark chocolate. The very short frizzy hair gave way to small earrings in pan-African colors: yellow, red, and green, like on Bob Marley's records.

Even Dean laughed silently. Ah! Manspreading... since when he only used his mouth to lick pussy, no woman ever accused him of mansplaining again, not even in the office where he was the boss of a large number of men and women who respected him very much. But the day life Dean led at the office (albeit caged, 24/7/365) was very different from the nightlife Dean lived at home. At night and on weekends, Dean was a devoted and obedient slave, always at the disposal of his wife and her female friends.

To tease him, Britney said that the girls could masturbate in front of him, and also force him to lick nipples and pussy.

"Aren't you afraid that if he gives me an orgasm, it would be like he's cheating on you?"

"But of course not! We are all consenting adults, and I am the wife, I am here, and I knowingly share my man's kisses with my girls! Under the Mistletoe... it's a tradition!" They look up, to the mistletoe hanging over his head.

Abigail intervened. "I confirm. When my husband cheated on me, he did it secretly, and that was the most painful thing. If you get Dean to eat your pussy now, it's torture and teasing for him, because he WISHES he could cum but he can't. If the day was football and basketball games, he wouldn't even know his penis was imprisoned... your body, your scent, is a constant temptation for him!"

Britney nodded, and added whit glee: "Nipples, feet, rosebuds, and pussies, they're his favorite things! Yet... Precum drops on the cage, and whiskers on kittens, bright copper handcuffs and warm leather manacles, brown or blue balls tied up with strings... These are a few of MY favorite things! Cream-colored titties and crisp apple strudles, Dean's balls as slave balls, and schnitzel with noodles, wild girls that fly with the moon on their wings... These are a few of my favorite things!"

The girls giggled as they thought of themselves 'flying' but Abigail had a butterfly vibrator over her clit and was flying.

"And consider that if you masturbate in front of his eyes, it will remind him of the hierarchy: each of you can masturbate, but he can't, and that turns him on!"

With a dirty look, Abigail soon convinced Zuri to stop joking about Dean's predicament. Even mocking him would have been a way of putting HIM in the spotlight: instead, it was better if the girls talked about other topics. That way he could concentrate on his marital duty: that is, making his wife come with his mouth and displaying his frustration. Abigail had already explained these things to the girls during the car ride.

Fortunately, Kym had an idea to talk about. She was of South Korean origin and took the opportunity to ask for confirmation of a doubt she had had for a long time. "Girls, but in your opinion, does the title of the song 'Jingle Bells' mean 'loud bells', as if it were an adjective, or is it an imperative verb, as if to say, 'you must bang those inert bells', without ceasing?"

Abigail chuckled, covering herself with one hand. "Funny you should ask. Just yesterday I was reading an article by a music historian who argued learnedly in favor of the second interpretation. The bells themselves would be silent if no one rattled them.

On horse harnesses in the 19th century, it was the horses' muscles that rang the bells, to warn pedestrians in the street that a sleigh was coming silently over the snow.

But, you see, in my family we had long known that Jingle is an imperative verb: in fact, the home version we always sang was "Jingle those Balls" or even "Dangle Balls", again as an imperative verb."

While her friends chatted quietly about the linguistic peculiarities of the English language, Britney groaned unrestrainedly at the intensity of her orgasm. It was precisely the presence of her friends that had multiplied her wife's emotions but also her husband's commitment, who licked and sucked as if it were the last thing before the end of the World as if there was no Tomorrow.

Exhausted and sweaty, Britney shook a lock of hair that had clung to her sweat-soaked forehead. "Help me provoke him, girls! I am so tired right now, and I can't even reach his imprisoned cock with my fingers. We're gliding along with the song of a wintry fairyland! Giddy-yap, giddy-yap, giddy-yap, let's go! Let's look at his KNOB! We're riding in a wonderland of knobs! Giddy-yap, look, Zuri, there is a GLAND, just hold it in your hand!"

Zuri was closest and promptly obeyed her friend's invitation.

Dean felt the girl's warm hand through the voids between the bars, and for a moment imagined that perhaps she would help him cum. But instead, Zuri bent down to nibble the skin of his scrotum, keeping her hand still. The girls laughed as Dean writhed in frustration.

Britney was breathing heavily, so Abigail led the chorus in her voice: "Her... bottom... cheeks... wait for it... Her bottom cheeks are...Nice and rosy, And comfy cozy are we [we the girls, except the husband!] We're snuggled up together like two Birds of a feather would be! Let's take the road before us, and sing a chorus or two! Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you!"