Better Living Through Chastity: The Story of Blair and JackieSubmitted by: firstname.lastname@example.org
PART ONE: THE ARRANGEMENT
I’m Blair and my wife is Jackie. We had conventional American upbringings and are pretty normal in every way. I met Jackie in college and we married soon after graduation. She was trained as a librarian and got a job at a local library. I settled down to a middle-management existence in a large company. We lived in the exurbs in an area where houses were sprinkled in a stand of trees. Our lives were steady, solid and, truthfully, lacked much punch.
Jackie is cute. She’s about 5’7 and was a bouncy ball of energy when I met her. She is one of those women who despite having a fine figure never developed a fashion sense. Her clothes always seemed to detract from her physical assets, cut too big here, cut too small there. Perhaps being a bit mousy comes with being a librarian. I shouldn’t talk, however. I’m about 5’11 with a pretty average build and features. My wardrobe was straight out of the Midwestern middle-class male play book. I dressed to blend in, not to impress. Life for both of us was about getting along and going along.
We were pretty hot for each other in college, kissing sloppily and making love on single beds with bad springs in boxy college dorms. Our intimacy cooled quickly after we married. Neither of us was comfortable taking the lead in initiating lovemaking. Soon our lovemaking settled into a routine. About once a week I’d run my hands over Jackie’s lower back when she came to bed. I’d fondle her pert breasts, cup my hands over her privates, and after awhile we’d assume the missionary position. We’d buck around for awhile until one or both of us came--maybe--and then drift off into a not-quite-contented sleep.
Despite this somnolent love life, I had a strong current of lust. I was secretly turned on by strong, dominant women. I had hardly brushed the surface of dominatrix pornography, but I masturbated often to pictures of strong women in various advertisements. I also fantasized as I masturbated just feet from our marital bedroom where Jackie was sleeping (I thought!) of serving as a sex slave to a bossy women so unlike my Jackie. I suspected that Jackie was masturbating regularly too, having interrupted her on occasion when her flushed face told me that something was up. But we didn’t talk about sex much. It just wasn’t done in our families, in our white bread culture, and between us.
Were we happy in our life? Not really. Were we unhappy enough to make dramatic changes? Not hardly. We were resigned to a comfortable, quiet life together. Perhaps not a life of quiet desperation, but one of a quiet lack of inspiration.
The catalyst to our transformation moved next door a few years ago. Jackie and I had turned 28 and had just celebrated our 5th year wedding anniversary Paul was a pilot for a large airline. About 45, he had flown fighter planes in the military for a decade. At 6’2 and 210 pounds and quite handsome, he still had the erect posture of a military pilot. His wife Sylvia was a former business executive who had cashed out her stock options in just the nick of time. She was an African-American lady in her mid-30s. She was a knockout, standing 6’ tall with a wonderful figure, a posture as erect as her husband, and limbs that seemed sculpted out of brown stone. They made an impressive couple.
When they moved in we trod the path through the trees to their house bearing a somewhat misshapen carrot cake as a welcome present (neither of us were particularly good cooks). Immediately, we felt outclassed, although it was no fault of Paul and Sylvia. Despite the rigors of moving in they were both crisply dressed in very stylish clothes that fit them well. They were sitting on top of some boxes sharing a bottle of champagne and a plate of pate, crackers, and an assortment of fresh fruit. We lumbered over in our typical set of home clothes that, frankly, made Land’s End look like Armani.
Paul and Sylvia were quick to introduce themselves and graciously invited us to join them in toasting their new house. We snacked and drank together. Even the carrot cake made an appearance, much improved by being served on a platter made of good quality china. Sylvia and Paul seemed genuinely interested in our work and our lives and we found ourselves opening up to them easily.
I could tell from the stuff lying around that Paul and Sylvia had good taste. Paul explained that he loved antiquing and that his specialty was the Art Deco period. Sylvia loved to garden and decorate her house. She said that having traveled around the world many times, she was now content to build a little paradise here in this woods.
Three hours passed quickly and it was sundown. When Jackie and I walked home as darkness thickened in the woods, we were largely lost in our own thoughts. I was impressed by Paul and enchanted by Sylvia. She was so regal, yet so approachable, so classy and yet not at all condescending. I suspected that Jackie was as impressed with Paul. He was strong, yet quick with subtle compliments. His eyes seemed to dance over Jackie whenever he engaged her in conversation.
We invited them to our house, but things weren’t quite the same. We didn’t have the same gracefulness and the dinner we hosted feel just a bit short in our estimation. But Paul and Sylvia didn’t seem to care and we still had a delightful evening. Sylvia was gorgeous in a dress slit up the side and a pair of sandals laced up her ankles. I noticed that her hands and feet were perfectly manicured. Paul was wearing a pair of leather pants that somehow seemed tasteful rather than a rude intrusion.
Life and work went on. We found ourselves over at Paul and Sylvia’s a lot. Paul had a bad back, or so he claimed, so I often volunteered to help Sylvia hang fixtures, move furniture and lay paving stone. Jackie got interested in antiques. Paul helped her refinish some old pieces of furniture that we had accumulated. Once in awhile Paul and Jackie went to antique shows in the area while I helped Sylvia around the house. Sylvia and Paul reciprocated with great generosity, supplying us with gifts of flowers for our garden, some antique furnishings, and occasional delicacies from their kitchen. Paul was an excellent cook, as was Sylvia.
I also spent time with Paul. He was delightful company, interested in my work and full of encouragement. He was filled with worldly wisdom and I often felt very young in his presence. Even though he was older than I he was in far better shape, swimming, biking and practicing aikido at a local dojo almost every day that he was not flying. Jackie spent time with Sylvia as well. Sylvia helped Jackie restyle her hair. They went to a day spa together occasionally. Like Paul, Sylvia was athletic and even outranked Paul in Aikido, having tested for her black belt all of a half hour before Paul. I noticed how Sylvia seemed to really enjoy having her hands on Jackie, working with her hair, smoothing a wrinkled skirt over Jackie’s derriere, or hiking up the hem of Jackie’s dress a few inches to show how the cut would be could be much more becoming.
I found my thoughts as I masturbated drifting ever more often to Sylvia. I was thrilled at Sylvia’s regal bearing, her subtly sexy dress, and the swing of her hips. Jackie seemed more preoccupied than ever. The frequency of our lovemaking gradually went down as we got to know Sylvia and Paul better. Of course, we never discussed the cooling intimacy between us. The changes were nearly imperceptible over time anyway. I opened up a bit to Paul about the situation, noting that I just wasn’t comfortable being the initiator when it came to lovemaking. Paul sympathized, offered a few suggestions, but did not press the issue. At no time during this period did I sense that Sylvia or Paul had any romantic or even sexual interest in either Jackie or I. Due to my poor sense of self-esteem I just couldn’t believe that they would be interested in either of us.
That is why I didn’t worry when the four of us got together for drinks and Paul asked Jackie to go with him to an out-of-state antique show for the weekend. I could tell that Jackie was excited at the prospect--she had developed a real interest in antiques--and Paul winked at me and said that the two of them would stay in separate hotel rooms. Sylvia piped up and asked if I minded spending Saturday afternoon helping her on some gardening tasks. I was becoming an expert on home maintenance, no doubt because Jackie was such an alluring instructor. She promised the four of us a wonderful dinner when we reassembled Sunday night.
Jackie left with Paul Saturday morning and I spent the next few hours watching the clock impatiently, willing it to be the afternoon so I could start my work under Sylvia’s tutelage. When I went over, Sylvia was dressed in a starched white blouse tied up under her breasts, a tight skirt, and some classy sandals. She asked me to dig holes for two fence posts while she worked inside. I cursed my luck because hard work seemed to go so much faster in her presence. Soon I was covered with sweat and dirt as my shovel seemed to clang in the hard earth under the hot sun.
After a couple of hours Sylvia rescued me with the promise of lemonade and a couple of small tasks inside. She took one look at me and said I wasn’t fit to be in her house. She told me to disrobe, leaving my dirty clothes outside, which she would pick up. I was to run naked upstairs and take a shower, putting on a robe she had laid out. She promised me she wouldn’t peek and disappeared back inside. My head was light from the sun and the exertion so I did what I was told. The shower felt great and the silk robe wonderful, although it was a bit too small. I smelled the robe and smelled Sylvia’s unmistakable scent. When I realized that I was wearing Sylvia’s robe I got a raging hard on that I controlled with difficulty. I hadn’t had sex for ages and with the press of office work I hadn’t masturbated for a few days.
I came downstairs and Jackie offered me a big glass of lemonade, which I drank down quickly. She refilled my glass and soon I started feeling a very pleasant glow. "Did you spike this lemonade," I asked. She replied that she had added "only a nip." After a second glass Sylvia said "back to work" and in my pleasantly buzzed state I took her statement as a question rather than a demand. I answered by standing up, embarrassing myself by exposing my privates when my robe came unfastened. Sylvia looked aside with a discreet smile and I hastily retied the robe.
Sylvia left to take a quick phone call. When she returned she asked me to stand on a step stool and put light bulbs in some fixtures high on the walls. I was a bit wobbly--that was some "nip"--and she put her hands on both side of my rib cage to steady me. There I was with my arms high overhead clutching a light bulb. My robe was coming open in the front and Sylvia hands on my ribcage and her breath on my neck had yielded an instant boner. All of a sudden I felt her hands move up and expertly open the robe and move to my nipples. I started to bring my arms down but she said "keep them up and lean against the wall." I did as I instructed as she kneaded by nipples. Jackie had never paid much attention to my nipples, but I always tweaked them hard when I masturbated.
Sylvia massaged my nipples until I started to moan and move my hips. One of her hands moved down to stroke my cock. It was wonderful. She caressed me all over for what seemed like hours. When I tried to reciprocate she hissed for me to stop or she "would tie me up." I gave into her ministrations.
Soon we moved to a massage mat on her floor. She put me on my back and straddled my face. She wasn’t wearing panties and soon I was licking furiously a luxuriously juicy and tasty pussy. She moaned a bit and kept a hand commuting between my cock and nipples. Then Sylvia turned around and offered me her rear portal. I had never licked an asshole before, but that didn’t stop me now. I tongued and thrust and growled when the full fecundness of an aroused woman hit my nostrils.
I was aching to cum in the worst way, in a way that I had never felt with Jackie for years. I began to softly plead for release. I heard a click as Jackie slid off my face, her hands continuing to play up the incredible tension in my body. She said in her husky voice, "beg me for release like you really mean it." I began to moan and beg "please Sylvia, I want to cum." "Louder, like you mean it," she demanded. I was near a crisis point, writhing and thrashing as I found myself pinned between Sylvia’s legs. "Louder," she demanded. I’m a soft-spoken person--what accountant isn’t--but I bellowed out "please, please Sylvia, let me cum, please, I beg you, I want to fuck you so damn bad, please let me cum." "Tell me how beautiful I am," she whispered, as her hands continued to play me like a fiddle. "Oh my god, you are so lovely Sylvia, so beautiful, so incredible Sylvia," I moaned.
I heard another click and the sound of a few finger strokes on a keyboard. Was Sylvia doing something on her Powerbook I wondered, but as she brought her marvelous pussy up to my face again I just didn’t care. I started licking and moaning and I heard her say "that was not quite good enough, I want you to hear someone beg for release and really mean it."
I heard another click and then, out of the stereo speakers in the living room I heard the sound of a woman in an erotic rapture screaming out "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard" over and over. The voice sounded familiar and then unmistakably I understood that it was Jackie when she cried "come on Paul put that wonderful cock in my pussy."
I started bucking with real fury now. My wife was getting boned by Paul. But Sylvia kept me pinned to the floor with her strong legs and in my intoxicated state she quickly had me back in a high state of erotic tension while my wife’s cries as she begged to get fucked filled my ears. Soon I was bucking and begging again and still no release. The sound of my wife’s voice soon subsided and with it Sylvia’s ministrations. I kept bucking, and thumping and begging but Sylvia would not give me release. Oh was I frustrated.
Sylvia moved off my face and sat on my chest, holding down my arms and dangling her luscious breasts still clothed in a starched blouse in front of my face. She explained that she and Paul had sensed a great erotic need and potential in both Jackie and I. They had decided that they wanted to awake that great potential. Paul had brought Jackie to a high state of erotic frenzy at the same time that Sylvia had seduced me. Just as I had heard Jackie beg for fulfillment, at this very moment Jackie was listening to me beg Sylvia for fulfillment. (What you can do these days with a Powerbook, Quicktime and a high-speed internet connection!!)
Sylvia was going to pose the same question to me that Paul would be posing to Jackie: would we be willing to be trained in the erotic arts by Sylvia and Paul. To do so, we would have to cast aside all of our preconceptions and inhibitions and be prepared to dedicate our minds and bodies to Paul and Sylvia. In turn, they would be conscious of our limits and protective of our real life obligations. I started to answer but Sylvia shushed me. She said that Jackie and I would give our answers to Paul and Sylvia when we got back together the following evening for dinner. Sylvia said that I was not to masturbate between now and then and that she would unfortunately not be able to give me sexual release until Jackie and I had committed to the proposed arrangement. Sylvia then kissed me for the first time, passionately, and said she hoped that Jackie and I made the right choice.
Sylvia then dismounted my chest and took me by the hand upstairs to the master bathroom. She asked me to draw water for her bath, which I promptly did. She then asked me to disrobe her, which I did with trembling hands. Oh was she beautiful. Then for the next hour I bathed her with loving hands and rubbed her body with oil. While she put together a light supper I cleaned up and we dined in silence with only a single candle between us.
I had visions of slipping in bed next to her, but she guided me to a guest bedroom. "Not yet, my handsome pet," she purred in my ear when I started to protest. Then she had an odd request, saying that "I want to measure you." She pulled out a tape measure and expertly measured my waist, various dimensions around my crotch, and even my penis, both flaccid and erect. "It’s a surprise," she whispered, adding that Jackie was getting exactly the same treatment.
The next day I walked around Sylvia’s house in another silky robe. I offered to go back to our house and get clothes but she said that I should just be comfortable and, in any event, Jackie would be coming back in the same condition. We puttered around the house. She asked me for a foot massage and help in tying the laces of a pair of sandals around her ankles. She caressed me often. When I tried to press her for details about the proposed training, she said that she had told me all that was necessary for me to know to make an informed decision.
When dinner time drew near I got nervous. Would Jackie be mad because she had solid proof that I had all but committed infidelity (well I hadn’t penetrated Sylvia, but I doubt that Jackie would make that fine distinction). I felt rising currents of shame at how easily I had succumbed to Sylvia’s advances. Would Jackie view me as a weakling, morally and physically? Competing with these thoughts were other, more exciting thoughts. I kept picturing how Jackie must have looked writhing around in the throes of passion. It had been years since she had gotten so excited with me. I reflected on how hot Jackie was, or at least could be under the right hands. My mind wandered up and down my wife’s body. Yes we both had let ourselves get a little chubby around the edges, but Jackie still had a lovely firm ass. Her breasts jutted out like little sentinels, begging for attention. She was the real deal and I realized how I had failed miserably in helping Jackie realize her erotic potential.
Sylvia made sure I remembered how hot she was, bustling about the house getting ready for what was shaping up to be a fine dinner. She put me to work chopping vegetables and setting the table, always accompanied with a caress and a warm smile. Boy was she hot in a pair of josphur pants and a starched white blouse left largely unbuttoned.
The doorbell rang and Paul and my Jackie tumbled in the door. Jackie was wearing a short terry cloth robe from the hotel. We looked at each other quickly and then glanced away embarrassed. "Come here Jackie," Sylvia beckoned. When Jackie came near Sylvia gave her a hug and then stood close behind her, gathering her hair in her hands, softly but firmly. "Now come over and give this lovely woman a welcoming kiss," Jackie ordered me with a smile. I approached my wife. She smiled and reached out to me. I got closer and picked up her smell. Oh she smelled good. I banished aside for a moment the thought of who had rubbed scented oils over her body and embraced her. My wife responded with a warm kiss, warmer than I had gotten for years. As we kissed I felt Sylvia’s hands reach around and caress my ass, pulling me into an even tighter embrace.
The ice had been broken and the conversation flowed. Paul plied us with glasses of a really good red wine. Sylvia served us a wonderful dinner. Our faces glowed in the candlelight. After dessert Sylvia asked us gently if we wanted to engage in the training program. We nodded in tandem. Paul retrieved the Powerbook in the living room and quickly typed up a contract:
We, Jackie and Blair, agree to submit our minds and bodies to Sylvia and Paul for a one-year training program in the erotic arts. We fully realize that in this program our minds, spirits and bodies will be pushed to the limits. We convey mastery over our bodies to Sylvia and Paul and pledge to devote ourselves wholeheartedly to their program without hesitation or complaint.
We, Sylvia and Paul, agree to take on the responsibility for training Jackie and Blair. We are mindful of the great trust and responsibility that Jackie and Blair have placed in our hands. We promise not to abuse that responsibility. We promise to devote our minds, bodies and spirits to awakening their full erotic potential.
This agreement shall run for one year. It may only be terminated by Sylvia and Paul.
Now what? When we pulled apart, a bit reluctantly, Sylvia left and came back with two boxes. She and Paul sat on the couch and they beckoned us to sit comfortably on the floor at their feet. Jackie explained that it was first necessary for us to channel the erotic energy coursing through our bodies. From the boxes she pulled out leather and steel mesh panties, one for Jackie and one for me. She directed us to go to different bathrooms and try them on.
I put my pair on in front of the mirror. The briefs had a thick built-in belt in the waistband. There was a mesh cage in the front that was molded to accommodate a cock in a downward position. The mesh ran all the way around and under my cock. The back was open in part. I deduced that this would allow me to take a dump while wearing the briefs. The rest of the briefs were made of fine grain leather. The briefs fit me comfortably, but snugly. I must admit, however, that I felt very sexy in the briefs. My penis began to swell and then I realized that it had no place to go in the cage.
I put my robe back on and went back to the living room. Jackie soon emerged with a strange smile on her face. Sylvia came over to me. She reached inside my robe and slipped a small padlock though a loop in the waistband on the briefs and locked it. The click of the lock sent a shudder through me. Then she pulled back my robe and displayed me to Paul and Jackie. "Doesn’t my pet look so wonderful," she exclaimed with a trill in her voice. Her hands tweaked my nipples and rubbed over my body and even teased my cock in its mesh cage. I could see Jackie’s eyes glowing
Paul slipped over behind Jackie. He pulled back her robe, exposing her belly and breasts, and padlocked her panties, which had a similar construction as mine. "Isn’t she marvelous," he exclaimed as he rubbed his eager hands over her body and her caged mons. Jackie reached back and caressed him right back. "Oh aren’t you a hot little slut," I heard Paul whisper to her. My wife, a slut? No way. But there she was with eyes half closed grinding her hips in a circle against Paul. But who was I to talk. I was practically growling with desire as Sylvia caressed me.
The moment passed. We assumed our positions at the feet of Sylvia and Paul. Sylvia explained that the "chastity briefs" were a temporary measure until the more precise chastity devices for which we had been measured arrived. She then laid out a few rules. We were to call once a day and ask for permission to come over, at which time the chastity device might be removed "for hygienic and other reasons." Jackie and I were never to wear clothes in Sylvia and Paul’s house, except for the robes that they would supply. We would address Sylvia and Paul as "Ma’am" and "Sir" respectively. We would not beg for sexual favors unless directed to express our desires. Jackie and I were directed to not discuss the details of our individual training with each other. Sylvia explained that "we want to take you to a place beyond words that can only be be communicated through touch and caresses. Words only get in the way." Finally, we were directed not to let our professional life slip in any respect.
"That’s all for now," Sylvia said, "now go home and rest up for the week ahead." We mumbled our thanks and Sylvia quickly corrected us. "Thank you Ma’am, thank you Sir," we responded. They hugged us as we left, taking our robes. We ran back through the woods to our house naked except for our leather and mesh chastity underwear and the clothes that we clutched. Our house seemed even less exciting and more bland than usual. We both felt that we had been living a dream the past 48 hours.
We washed up and went to bed absorbed in thoughts of the intensity we had just lived through and the demands of everyday life that faced us in the week ahead. I caressed my lovely wife and she reciprocated warmly. Soon the mesh of our underwear was grinding together. After a time we gave up with a contented, but somewhat frustrated sigh and a smile. We went to sleep in each other’s embrace.
What would the next few weeks bring?
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