The Price of Surrender

My wife didn't just want a partner; she wanted a pet. She took my name, my clothes, my freedom. She locked my cock in a tiny pink cage and taught me to serve. I thought I'd reached my limit, that I'd finally earned my place by her side, whimpering my thanks as she took me from behind. But when she brought him home—a man to give her what I no longer could—I learned the true price of my surrender. My humiliation was just beginning, and my cage was the only home I had left.