"I'm sorry dear, I know we had plans this weekend but something has come up with work and I have be there for the new arrival. I promise to make it up to you." At this the phone goes dead. I sigh in frustration and put my phone down angry. Once again he's to busy to spend time with me, sometimes I actually feel a bit jealous of the prisoners, he spends more time on them than me. I'd got the whole weekend free so that we could spend some quality time together and now he's probably going to be at work all weekend. This is always happening.

Annoyed I go to my computer and start looking at adult sites, if my husband won't satisfy me I don't really have much choice. I don't know how I got on the dating site but I find myself on a website for those looking to cheat on their partners. I don't want to cheat on him, I love him but I have needs as well. I'm being selfish, his job is important, it's not his fault that he's busy, it's whoever the new prisoner is, they're who I should be angry at, I hopw he enjoys his stay in prison. I close the website and go to bed.

Another date night another disappointment, yet again he was called into work and I'm left to cancel our dinner plans, instead it's another night of takeaways and feeling rejected by my own husband, what's worse is that I'm used to it. I find myself back on the website and find that I have a message. Curious I open it. Part of me feels happy to be getting some attention, someone is willing to spend time with me. Despite for any interaction I respond to the message.

It's been a month now and whenever I have days left alone I chat to the mysterious stranger, one who is interested in me, the conversations filling the lonely nights, they were there when he wasn't. After yet another day together is cancelled I log into the site for a chat, to vent my frustration and to feel some sort of connection, as the page loads a new message appears in the chat.

"I'm in your area for a business trip next weekend. Do you want to meet up?" I was enjoying the attention and conversation, but I never actually wanted to do anything further. I quickly close the website and get on with my day. Later in the day my husband returns exhausted and looking as if he's deep in thought.

"I've been thinking, I need a break and I still need to make up for the other week. How about we spend the weekend together, I'll take you out for dinner, maybe even go away somewhere." I smile and hug him, happy that he's giving the attention I deserve, the attention that he used to give me.

"Dinner would be lovely." He used to always take me out to dinner, sometimes we'd see a film, a few times we even spontaneously go away for the weekend but since his work started getting more and more busy he slowly stopped. All I want is him to go back to doing those things with me, to not have to spend evenings alone or fall asleep in an empty bed.

"I'm sorry honey, I hate to do this to you again but something important has come up and I'll be busy till tomorrow evening. I promise to make it up to you. X" great. Of course this has happened again. Why did I expect anything else? I put my phone down hard into the arm of the chair. Picking up the phone again I log into the website.

"Are you still available this weekend?" Screw it, he keeps doing this, just once I want to feel needed, to be the centre of attention, I was promised an evening out, so I'm having an evening out. Moments later I get a response,  the notification noise filling the empty home, telling me their hotel address and a time. I feel conflicted but I'd had enough, it's time to focus on my needs.

I walk up the corridor of the hotel, my mind racing. Am I really doing this? I hesitate outside his room, my hand hoovering in front of the door. I feel my phone buzz and read the message.

"Things are very chaotic, looks like I'll be here all week at this rate." Frustrated I knock on the door without thinking. It opens to a handsome gentleman, he smiles at me and steps out, walking me down to the bar.

Slightly tipsy I hold his strong muscular arm as we head back to his room. We'd spent hours talking, about various things, including both our partners, and how mine never has time for me, busy with work, always there rather than with me. We stop at his door and I lean against the wall looking at him longingly, he has been so good, he listened to me, he paid me attention, he was here, at no point did he have to answer his phone or leave, he was just there. Opening the door he guides me in and we begin making out, quickly falling onto the bed as we start removing each others clothes. As we kiss he pulls away.

"You want to make things more interesting?" He gets up and pulls some rope out of his suitcase. At the sight of the rope my heart beats fast, I've always loved being tied up, me and my husband would often spend the day and night together with me tied up. I allow him to tie rope around both my wrist and secure them to the corners of the bed, he then ties my ankles to the end of the bed, leaving spread eagle, I playfully struggle and pull on the restraints as he lowers a ballgag to my mouth, I playfully resist moving my head away slightly but as I smile he takes the opportunity to slide it into my mouth. I moan into it pretending to be unhappy, my erect cock showing my true feelings. He leans in and kisses my gagged mouth and slowly moves down my body until he gets to my cock and begins to stroke it, making me moan and wiggle in my restraints. I begin to breathe faster as pleasure builds, as I begin to reach the edge he suddenly let's go and moves away with a miscellaneous smile. I pull frustratedly on the rope, needing to cum, I look at him pleadingly, hoping that he'd return to finish the job. He moves to his suitcase and picks something up. As he walks calmly back towards me I see a shiny metal object. Is that a chastity cage? I begin to panic as he slides my cock and balls through the ring, I pull hard on my restraints and shake my head as I feel the small metal tube slide over my cock and the lock click shut, sealing my cock in a tiny steel prison. I immediately feel it crush against its new home as I try to get hard, the feeling of the cold metal and the fear and panic turning me on more than I have been in a long time. Then I think how will I explain this to my husband? I can't be trapped in this? A new wave of panic hits me and I frantically pull on my restraints, desperately trying to get free.

"Are you worried what your husband might think if he sees you locked away in your chastity cage? Don't worry, I'll tell you a secret." He leans in close to my face.

"Your husband knows that you went on that website, he hired me to lure you here, to test you, and if you failed to tie you up." In shock an overwhelming fear consumes me. How did he know? Was he spying on me? How could I have been so stupid? I'm snapped out-of my thoughts as I hear a knock on the door and my heart beats fast. My date let's them in and standing in front of me is my husband, in his work uniform, along with four of his prison officers. Fully exposed and on full display I feel overwhelmingly vulnerable, they could do anything to me.

"So you wish I could spend me time on you and less time at work? The work that pays for our house, food, car, everything you own, I work hard to give you everything you could possibly want and this is how you repay me?" I try to talk, to tell him how sorry I am, that I just wanted him to give me some time and attention like he used to but the gag filling my mouth makes it impossible.

"I don't care what you have to say. I've got a solution that will make you happy, one that will mean that we can be together even when I'm busy at work." My panicking mind tries to piece together what he is saying, wait, no not that. As I figure out what he plans to do I feel a sting in the side of my neck and before I can protest and beg for a second chance and forgiveness the world goes dark and cold.

I awake in darkness, the floor beneath me is cold, uncomfortable and hard. As I move I hear and feel the heavy chains and shackles locked around my neck, wrists and ankles, I also quickly feel the chastity cage still locked around my cock and the gag in my mouth but this one is different, having been swapped for a large ring gag. I slowly stand and begin exploring, only to quickly be pulled back by the chain attached to my collar linking me to the wall. I curl up against the wall as tears form in my eyes. Where am I? What is happening? Where is my husband? Did he leave me here alone forever?

Blinding light fills the darkness and I hear a heavy metal door unlock and open. As my eyes focus I see my husband walk towards me.

"Welvome to my prison. You may be wondering about your current situation but no this isn't special treatment, this is how every prisoner is kept. As you wanted to spend more time together and want more attention I thought I'd keep you here. That way I can come and see you regularly while I'm busy at work and in the mean time your cheating ass can get the attention you crave from visitors and guards. From now on you are prisoner 007, I hope you enjoy your stay. Now then let's celebrate our new arrangement." At this he undoes his trousers and walks towards me his cock hard.

Epilogue:

I sit in my cell, my husband, ex husband, just left after using me, this time funking my ass, roughly and without any consideration for me. Why should he? I'm his stress relief, he regularly sees me multiple times every day, where he either fucks me or tortures me, he loves to whip me or use me as a punching bag. He filed a missing person's report soon after my imprisonment, of course I was never found. Since then he has informed me that he is getting married to someone else. I wish I never cheated on him, my life before now was great, I miss it, even though I see more of him everyday.