Fantasy and reality.

My wife and I talk about what she will do for me.

My fantasy:

Coming home locked away as usual to find her sitting on the couch dressed all in black leather, the only thing shinny on here is the chain on her wrist with the key attached. There is a list of things to do on the door as I come in. I have to strip down to my cage, prepare the table for her to eat, and then cook. I bring her a white russia and she tells me how she will let me out of my cage tonight. Once the food is cooked she sits and eats while I stand beside her and serve here what she needs. Once done, she leaves to the bedroom while I am allowed to eat for 5 minutes. I go to the bedroom where she is waiting, I serve her orally and then she handcuffs my hands behind me. She takes off the cage and play's with me. I get so close to cumming, she would stop and kiss and talk with me then start again. Finally she reaches over and I feel the ice cold rag against my balls and cock. I jump and she laughs, I shrink and she locks the cage back on. Kisses me and unlocks the handcuffs. I busy myself with giving her a massage before trying to go to sleep.

Reality:

She dress up for me in a sexy outfit, we go out for dinner, we come home and I orally bring her to a orgasm, we kiss, she flirts with the idea of letting me out, then roll's over and say's night honey it was great. The next morning she usually lets me out in the shower and I take care of business in there.