Feel The PowerFiction Submitted by: bink
My wife gets every catalog known to man.
She's quite conservative in her shopping, but also quite eclectic. The way direct-mail marketers buy and sell customer lists, it's not hard to see how we wound up on so many, such diverse, mailings. The most recent of each catalog is categorised and filed. Clothing, accessories, electronics, jewelry, housewares, erotica...
It surprised me not even a little that within 10 minutes of her discovering me whacking off one afternoon that she had sat me down in front of the computer, catalog page in hand, ordering the CB-2000 Chastity Device i've had encasing my cock since its arrival by overnight air the next day, freed only on those times and for as long as she wants intercourse. The cage, pin, and 'Points of Intrigue' are removed for this but the 'A' ring always remains in place -- she likes the way it makes me bigger.
i was surprised by the sequence of events beginning a couple of days ago, but it's become painfully clear since.
The arrival of the UPS truck was no surprise -- although my wife is a conservative shopper, our rural locale means delivery services are common sights here. The package from the sporting goods company was a bit of a puzzle, since we're not really outdoorsy types, but it came addressed to her and i respect her privacy. When she picked the package up from the kitchen counter she just said 'Oh!' and smiled a devilish smile. She didn't open the box.
She was feeling frisky Saturday morning, and i awoke to the feeling of her securing leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles, a raging erection drawing most of my attention to the CB-2000's 'Points of Intrigue' pressing insistently into the shaft of my cock.
She pulled me out of bed and over to the 4 eyebolts screwed into the door frame, using 4 small padlocks to fasten the wrist and ankle cuffs, positioning me spreadeagled and completely vulnerable. i was blindfolded with a long, black, silk scarf, and not much surprised by the sting of a paddle on my ass, my involuntary 'Ow!' and the ball gag thrust into my open mouth and quickly buckled. She likes seeing me this way, naked, blindfolded, gagged, vulnerable. i've grown to like it too, although the burning sensation in my scrotum and the pressure from the Points in my highly aroused state were becoming quite uncomfortable.
But i heard the sound of her key ring and thought -- hoped -- i knew what was coming next. She unlocked the CB-2000's small brass padlock and removed the cage, the pin, and the Points. She walked away, having learned the value of anticipation. When she returned a few minutes later i was still rock-hard.
i felt her warmth kneel between my spread legs. i felt her take my cock into her mouth -- s-o-o-o good -- i wanted her so much. Within moments i was at the brink and she gave no indication of slowing down. A powerful orgasm overtook my senses and i pulled my cuffed wrists against the locks and eyebolts - but of course i was held securely. As i came down, cooled down, and shrunk down, she pulled the CB-2000 'A' ring off my cock and balls. "I'll be back" was all she said as i hung there, trying to catch my breath past the gag.
i lost track of time but it seemed like she'd been gone about a half hour. When she returned, my balls drained and cock still limp, she had no difficulty re-mounting the 'A' ring into its familiar place. Points, pin, cage, click of the small brass lock, and my manhood was once again beyond my reach in its small plastic prison.
i heard her opening a cardboard box.
i felt her buckle a strap around my upper left thigh, above the muscle. Anything fastened there wouldn't be moving any time soon. Muffled, indistinguishable sounds, faintly mechanical. She lifted the end of the CB-2000, affording her better access to my scrotum and trapped balls. More fiddling - i couldn't tell what she was doing. Soon enough she was done, gathered up the box and the packing materials, and put them out of the way.
She returned, and i felt her closeness as she removed the blindfold scarf from my eyes. My spreadeagle posture prevented me looking down to see what she'd done. As i blinked to refocus my eyes, i could see her holding a small black cube in her hand. It looked just like the car's keyless remote entry transmitter.
"You know I can't resist a sale, and when I saw this little item, I immediately thought of you. I know you've grown used to my 'coaching' you during your weekend workouts, but it's not efficient having me stand there with a crop. And you know I don't like shouting for your attention when we're working outside. So I've attached a little device where I know you can't ignore it.
"It's the very best in training technology, and you know it must be safe or those animal-rights activists would have had it banned before now. And besides -- those duck hunters have thousands of dollars tied up in those retrievers -- you know they wouldn't be putting that investment at risk.
"See here? It has three settings, Low, Medium, and High, and of course we don't know yet what those mean, since you're not a dog, and it's not installed on a collar, but someplace more -- ahh -- sensitive... Oooh -- this is the best part -- it has a two-mile range. I bet I can use it to get your attention across a crowded Nordstrom's. And I can give you a little zap when I'm coming home and you'll have plenty of time to have a drink ready for me."
She was bubbling with enthusiasm at her new toy. i was beginning to get more than a little apprehensive.
"Now I've left your gag in, because we can't have you disturbing the neighbors in case you feel the need to shout. Are you ready for your first test?" i shook my head 'No!' frantically. "Good," she said, "We'll start on Low and work our way up."
She pressed the button.
A sensation somewhere between a powerful itch and a light sting gripped me between the base of my cock and the back of my scrotum. Now it was clear what she'd done -- she'd bought a dog-training shock collar and attached it to some kind of electrodes on the bottom of the 'A' ring and the back of the cage.
The sting got my attention immediately, although it lasted for less than a second. my cock was beginning to swell.
"See, that wasn't so bad -- let's try a couple more." My eyes widened. "How long does it last? Why just as long as I press the button, silly. As long as I want. As long as it takes to get your attention. I want to go try it from the living room. You tell me how many you feel when I get back." She walked out of the room. i had a bad feeling about what would be happening next -- my cock continued to swell as i contemplated my predicament, and i was beginning to sweat a little from the anticipation. i was pretty sure that was going to mean improved contact with the electrodes, and more intense sensation.
ZAP! Wow! i felt that! ZAP! ZAP! two more, each more intense than the last. i struggled to catch my breath for a moment. ZAP!! She walked back into the room, grinning. "Okay, honey, how many?"
i showed her one finger -- a mistake, probably, considering my predicament, but it was the first thing that came to mind. She frowned. "Really? We better try that again, then." i shook my head and immediately held up four fingers. "Good," she said, "It looks like I'm getting your proper attention already."
"Let's try Medium" she said, and before i could react she'd changed the selector switch and pressed the button. Z-A-P! 'OW!' i shouted into the ball gag. i jerked at the leather cuffs securing me spreadeagle in the door frame. Damn!
"OOooh!" she said. "That was effective. I bet it wouldn't take many of those for you to quicken your pace on the stairstepper, now, would it?" Panting, eyes wide, i shook my head. "Good," she said, "we better do a few more so you remember the sensation." i watched in horror as she matter-of-factly pressed the button three more times, ZAP! -- ZAP!! -- ZAP!!! i thrashed in the restraints, gasping, my cock and balls throbbing and twitching. That was beyond anything i'd felt at the business end of a paddle, flogger, or crop, and there would be no bruising, no permanent damage.
i had a fleeting image of me, flailing away frantically on the stairstepper, her on the couch reading a magazine, glancing up, quietly saying "faster" and pressing that damned button. ZAP! Or lying in bed, attending to her needs orally, my cock straining against the bars of its cage -- "more of that" -- ZAP!
My breath was becoming more controlled again. i was beginning to consider the implications - held in indefinite chastity at my wife's whim by the device locked on my cock and balls that was now a remote-control pain-compliance device as well. This was no theoretical Star Trek fantasy episode on Triskellion, this was locked on _my_ cock and balls right now!
"You've done very well so far," she said. "Very soon, I'll release you so you can begin your workout and housework. But for completeness, of course, you must experience the High setting. For maximum effectiveness, you will not know when it is coming. I will press the button one or more times, for not more than a second, some time in the next hour. So that you will not know when the last has occurred, you will remain here, like this, the entire hour." And with that, she stepped behind me, retied the blindfold, and walked away.
As bad as the last series of shocks had been, this unrelenting anticipation was worse. i twisted my wrists in the leather cuffs, shifted my weight as much as the ankle restraints permitted. The throbbing from the Medium shocks had subsided to a tingle.
"AAAHHHHHH!!!" i screamed into the ball gag as the first pulse hit my scrotum. i flailed against the restraints, pulling my body right up off the floor. i was held firmly, powerless against the device locked onto my cock and balls. A 2-count later there came another one, a little longer. i thought i'd been keeping track of time but i'd been jarred loose from the realm of normal time. My life was coming one heartbeat, one breath at a time. How much longer would i be held in this jeopardy? How many more shocks could i endure?
That answer, it turned out, was six. As good as her word, at the end of the hour, she returned, removed the blindfold and the gag, and unlocked the cuffs from the eyebolts. She did not remove them from my wrists or ankles.
"You may sit" she said, flatly. "These are the rules. I will apply whatever corrective action I feel is appropriate at any time. You will not complain. Any complaint will be met by additional correction, at a higher setting. Any attempt to disconnect or remove the device will be immediately met with a shock on the High setting. I've been reading the instruction book. As a safety measure, the receiver -- that's the part you're wearing -- will stop the shock pulse after one continuous minute. Do you think you can withstand one continuous minute on the High setting ?" i knew i could not. i said "No."
"'No' what?" she demanded.
"No, Mistress?" i suggested.
"Very good," she said. I think this relationship is headed into a wonderful new direction. Workout time! Let me see those cute buns pumping up those stairs! And need I remind you not to even -think- about slacking?"
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