The Business TripSubmitted by: Anne O. Nemus
My wife and I had been married for about 3 years when I first developed an interest in enforced male chastity. I had always had a very kinky and active fantasy life to fuel my almost daily masturbation habit. I was a 22-year-old virgin when I met Karla and I was looking to resolve that problem. Karla seemed like an exciting 20-year-old girl and I thought that she would share my interest in fetish activities, although chastity wasn't one of those at the time. We only dated for about 6 months before we decided to get married. We had been having sex for a few months and I was ready to settle down and get into the more interesting possibilities of a full time marital sex life. However, I soon realized that Karla wasn't really interested in anything but traditional sex. Her idea of kinky was being on top. She didn't even like foreplay that much. It turned out that she was a big tease. All talk and no action. Therefore, it wasn't long before I was masturbating to fantasies more often than having sex with my new wife.
I don't remember exactly how I discovered the idea of male chastity. I spent a good deal of my free time surfing the Internet for stories relating to spanking, mild bondage and discipline, tickling, mild female domination, forced cross-dressing, infantilism, etc. It must have been in one of those stories that I first was exposed to chastity. As I started to explore the new and exciting world of chastity, I also came across the subject of teasing and denial. It wasn't long before chastity and teasing/denial hit the top of my fantasy list.
My wife and I experimented once in a while, but things didn't work out very well. She tried spanking me a few times, but her heart wasn't in it. She tied me to the bed on occasion, but she lost interest after about 10-15 minutes. She seemed to enjoy tickling me, but she didn't want to go through the effort of tying me down and even when she did, she would get bored after only a few minutes. I also learned through passing comments that she was completely against the idea of cross-dressing or diaper play. I was always the one to bring up kinky topics and joke about them, hoping that one day she might show a little interest. She did laugh a bit about what it would be like to use a strap-on on me, but it never went any further than that.
Anyway, Karla and I both work for the government and we share an office at home. We have to go into the main office about once or twice a week, but for the most part we stay home. Part of our work requires that we both travel frequently. One, or both, of us is usually gone on business for at least a week every month. This gave me an opportunity to start exploring some of my fantasies. Whenever Karla was gone, or I had to go out of town, I would plan on treating myself to a little kinky fun. It started out by wearing some of her panties or lingerie when she was out of town or buying my own panties to take with me on a trip. I experimented with self-spanking, self-enemas, wearing diapers, and anal erotica. None of this was what I truly wanted since I was still in complete control of everything. However, it did make masturbation more enjoyable.
The more I explored sites about chastity, the more I wished that Karla would be interested in being my key holder. I even bought a CB-2000 with the intent to put it on and then present the keys to Karla as a gift, but I lost my nerve. I secretly enjoyed wearing the CB-2000 whenever I got the chance. It took a while to find the right combination of ring, guide pin and spacers and to adjust to wearing the plastic prison. I found that I was incredibly turned on every time I locked myself up. Of course, I always had access to the keys and I could release myself to masturbate anytime I wanted. Still, it was incredibly exciting to have my cock confined in the small plastic cage, straining to be released.
I never got to wear the CB-2000 for very long periods of time. I would wear it around the house whenever I knew that Karla would be gone for several hours. Anytime she went out of town I would immediately lock myself up and try to stay that way until a few hours before she returned. Usually I couldn't manage this since I would always become so horny that I would release myself and masturbate. Even though I would put the cage right back on again, I knew that I wasn't getting the whole chastity experience. When I went out of town, I would pack the CB-2000 in my carry-on luggage and put it on with a plastic lock as soon as I could. Sometimes I would stop and put it on in the car on the way to the airport. Other times I would put it on in the airport or airplane bathroom. There was always a little thrill when I secured the plastic lock. It was more like not having the key. I purposefully left all the other locks at home so that I couldn't put that CB-2000 back on again if I took it off. Since I really enjoyed being locked up, this was sort of a punishment. I did manage to go a whole week locked-up once. I thought I would go crazy. Sleeping was the worst part. During the day I found that I was constantly trying to get an erection and my leaked pre-cum left a continual wet spot on my underwear. It wasn't the same as having a key holder, but it was the best I could do.
I hid my CB-2000 in the emergency kit in the trunk of my car. It was the last place my wife would ever go since she had her own car. I kept the keys hidden in a small pocket of my suitcase upstairs in our bedroom. I preferred this arrangement because sometimes I would lock myself up in my car and leave the keys at home. There were a few close calls when Karla almost caught me wearing the CB-2000. Secretly I wanted her to find out and take the keys so that I would be under her total control, but I couldn't get up the nerve to actually make that happen. I was fairly certain that she would react the same way as she had to all the other fetish things I had mentioned in the past.
I was looking for a way to improve the security of the CB-2000 since it didn't seem like it would with stand a serious attempt to remove it. The most serious shortcoming was the plastic guide pin. I thought I had lost the keys once and Karla was due home any minute. I became desperate and decided to cut the device off. I discovered that is was relatively simple to take a regular steak knife from the kitchen and saw through the exposed portion of the guide pin. With a final snap, the lock was out of the guide pin, the device was off, and I was free. This disappointed me quite a bit, even though I didn't have a real key holder. It was still my secret fantasy for Karla to be my key holder one day and the thought that I could so easily remove the CB-2000 was a let down. Of course, your actions would be immediately discovered, but I couldn't see myself in a truly dominant situation with Karla where she would seriously do anything about me destroying my chastity toy. She would be upset that I had wasted my money, but that would be about it.
So, I casually mentioned to a friend one day that I needed to have a custom metal piece made and wasn't sure were I should go. I knew that he had a lot of contacts in the local community and he might know if someone could make me a metal guide pin to be an exact match for the plastic version that I used. Sure enough, he did know someone. He was a little curious, but I just told him it was a piece of something of Karla's and that I didn't know what it was for. He let it go at that and took the plastic guide pin. I anxiously awaited word from him and, to my surprise, he came up to me at work about a week later and handed me both the plastic guide pin and an exact metal match. I tried to contain my excitement, thanked him, said that Karla would be very happy, and put my new treasure into my pocket.
It was another week before I could find time to experiment with my new, more secure locking pin. I was thrilled with the results. Even though I still held the keys, I felt more controlled. The only draw back was that I couldn't use the metal guide pin for trips by air. The metal detector would pick up the piece as assuredly as it would detect the metal lock. But, for the most part, I was happy.
Things were going pretty well when Karla came home one night and told me that she had been selected to go on a trip to Miami. Of course, this wasn't surprising since we both traveled all the time and I was looking forward to being locked up again. It had been over a month since I had been able to wear my chastity device for more than a few hours at a time and I was longing for some extended playtime. To my surprise, it turned out that this trip was supposed to be 2 months long! Karla would be gone for a month, come home for a quick weekend visit, and then be gone again for another month. I was excited about the possibilities that this presented. I also privately fantasized about what it would be like if Karla was my key holder and took the keys with her to Miami. I would have no choice but to stay locked up for a whole month without any hope of release. This idea thrilled me, but I knew that I would go crazy if I had to go a month without an orgasm. After all, I hadn't gone more than a week without masturbating since I was 12 years old. Usually I masturbated daily. A month would be impossible!
Anyway, I discarded the idea of hiding the key in Karla's luggage so that I could be locked up beyond my control, but still leave Karla with no knowledge of what was going on. First of all, even if I could manage to survive a whole month, it would be tricky getting the key back out of the luggage and releasing myself for some much needed attention without Karla finding out. So, as intriguing as the possibility was, I resolved to make the best use of my free time while still holding on to the key.
To set the stage, I exercised extreme self-control and managed not to masturbate for an entire week prior to the day Karla left on her trip. This was quite extraordinary considering that I wasn't able to wear my CB-2000 at all during that time. Needless to say I was very horny. I was walking around with a constant erection and to my surprise, Karla giggled when she saw it and teased me that I wouldn't be getting any attention for an entire month. She was just finishing up her period and we both find sex during that time to be disgusting, so the idea of having sex before she left was out of the question.
The next morning Karla was supposed to leave for Miami. Since we only live about 14 hours away, and because she was going to be there so long, Karla decided to drive instead of fly. I had to run into our home office that morning and Karla called me on her cell phone to let me know that she was on her way. I told her to have a safe trip, quickly wrapped up my affairs, and practically ran to my car to head home. I couldn't wait to lock myself up so I stopped off in a secluded section of a strip mall parking lot. Taking out the CB-2000 and a small bottle of baby oil I lubed myself up and assembled the device. The lock shut with a satisfying "click" and my cock immediately tried to become erect in it's cramped home. I was already staining my underwear with pre-cum before I even put the car into drive. I was so excited that I knew that I wouldn't be able to stop myself from masturbating soon.
When I got home I spent some time on the Internet reading through some erotic stories and making myself even hornier. I took a break and went out into the garage to retrieve my secret stash of fantasy material. I decided that I would try to hold off on releasing myself by doing some housework. Normally I am not very excited about housework, but when I learned that Karla was leaving for such a long time, I splurged and bought some new things to play with. One of my fantasies was that Karla would make me do all the housework and wait on her and her friends like a servant boy or maid. Then, on the Internet, I found the cutest French maid costume and I just had to have it. Pulling out the satin costume and placing it on the couch, I quickly stripped off my clothes. I was literally trembling with excitement as I started to get dressed.
The entire outfit was made of shiny black satin and covered with fancy white lace. The panties were rhumba style with lace covering the back in 4 rows and lace around the leg openings and waistband. The dress portion was zipped up tight and very short. A layer of crisp crimoline made the skirt portion stick straight out so that the panties were always in complete view. I keep my body shaved and entirely hairless except from my head. It is one of the few things that Karla tolerates even though she teases me about the fact that I look like a little boy without my pubic hair. I must say that I am not very hairy to begin with and my penis is only about 5 inches long when erect. When I am soft, I do look very much like a little kid.
I pranced around the house in my skimpy French maid costume for about 3 hours. In that time I cleaned the house from top to bottom. Every time I passed a mirror I would stop to appreciate my reflection. I especially loved the ruffled panties, the crotch of which was soaked from my contained excitement.
When the housework was finally done, I was hornier than I could ever remember. I was tempted to unlock myself and masturbate, but I didn't want everything to end so quickly. I was fairly sure that I wouldn't be able to last all night even though I wanted to, but I could probably have a little more fun. Going back to my box of toys, I took out a vibrating butt plug, coated it with lubricant, and inserted it into my ass. Turning it on, I pulled my panties back up and proceeded to start supper. The stimulation of the vibrator was maddening when my cock was safely secured in the CB-2000. It felt like my body wanted to work up to an orgasm, but couldn't. Needless to say it was all very distracting and I didn't eat very much.
The phone startled me out of my lust filled fantasy. It was Karla calling from her hotel. She had decided to break her drive into two days. We made small talk and I enjoyed my little secret of being dressed up, locked up, and vibrated up. I was becoming quite distracted again and knew that I would need some relief soon when Karla said something that caught my attention.
"I'm sorry, dear, what was that?"
"I said," and her voice was slightly exasperated, "that I have to go get supper."
"No, no. Before that." It was something important. I just knew it.
She paused for a second, thinking. "Oh, I mentioned that I borrowed your small suitcase from the bedroom closet. The zipper on mine broke when I was packing. I didn't think you would mind."
Mind. Mind! Oh dear God it couldn't be. I tried to stay calm. I wasn't on the cordless phone so I couldn't run and check. She wasn't talking about that suitcase. She couldn't be!
"Anyway, I love you dear. Don't have too much fun while I'm gone."
I mumbled something that wasn't quite comprehensible.
I sat and listened to a dial tone until the automated voice telling me that if I would like to place a call to please hang up and dial again woke me out of my shock. I dropped the phone back onto its receiver and ran to the bedroom. Desperately I looked around the closest for my suitcase. The suitcase with the hidden pocket. The hidden pocket with my special keys. But it was nowhere to be found. Karla had, in fact, taken my suitcase with her to Miami, and with it, the control of my chastity belt! She was suddenly in control of my cock and she didn't even know it!
The full realization hit me. It was thrilling, exciting, and horrifying all at the same time. My cock seemed like it was ready to burst through the confines of the CB-2000. I sat down in the middle of the closet floor, suddenly feeling very ridiculous in my satin, ruffled French maid outfit, the vibrator still humming in my rectum. I felt like crying. I was so desperately horny. I couldn't believe that it was happening. Worse still, I had been using the metal guide pin for wear around the house. I was as securely locked as I had always wanted to be. There would be no cutting my way out of this mess.
It was going to be a very long month.
I found life in helpless chastity very difficult. I had been horny to begin with. By the end of the first night, I had already broken my non-masturbation record. I didn't get any sleep. I had already discovered from wearing the CB-2000 overnight on business trips that I couldn't sleep on my stomach. Also, sleeping on my side was difficult unless I propped a pillow between my legs. I usually just ended up sleeping on my back. However, several times an hour I would come completely awake, my cock straining inside the plastic cage, and the cage literally pulsing with the flow of blood through my trapped member. For some reason, I had noticed that wearing tight fitting underwear helped to easy any discomfort associated with wearing the device, and by the next morning, my cotton bikini briefs were stained (and still wet) from a long night of dripping pre-cum.
I was tired from lack of sleep, but the day didn't get any better. My usual morning erection was on the verge of being painful and my balls felt swollen and full. I managed to relax long enough to urinate and showered, paying very close attention to cleaning around and inside the CB-2000. At the end of my shower, I squirted baby oil over my secured penis and balls, allowing the slippery oil to coat all around. I knew that this would help to avoid chaffing or pinching and would allow my penis to slide inside the cage when it tired to get erect. I dried off, used the blow dryer to make sure that all the skin under and around the plastic prison was dry, and then slipped into a pair of my special undies.
A few months back I had found a site on the Internet that sold "Manties". For anyone interested, it is www.manties.com. They sell satin panties for men, thus the word "manties". When I saw them I immediately fell in love with the days of the week manties. After much deliberation I finally order a set, complete with ruffled waistband, leg openings, and ruffles across the back. The days of the week were already embroidered on one side of the front panel. On the front panel, directly covering the cock, I had them embroider a small padlock with the words "Locked Up". On the other side panel I had them embroider different messages, one for each different pair. They were "Sweet Chastity", "Chaste Sissy", "Totally Desperate", "Complete Denial", "Just Say NO!", "Naughty Boy", and "Locked for Life". At the time, these phrases seemed funny and exciting, but all of a sudden they took on a totally different meaning.
Although I like the feel of the silky smooth satin against my hairless ass, I also found that the stimulation to my hairless balls, aching balls was very distracting. I logged onto the Internet like I always do when I have free time, but within a matter of minutes, I discovered a new problem. Normally, I like to surf the net for stories and pictures that relate to my fantasies. This usually gets me very horny and I end up masturbating. However, now that masturbation was no longer an option, the stories and pictures just left me feeling more frustrated than ever. In desperation, I logged off the computer and went upstairs to my bedroom.
In my time reading about chastity, I had heard about milking and although it seemed to me that the idea was to drain the balls of cum without providing any real pleasure, I was sure that even if it weren't enjoyable, then at least it would relieve the ache. I stripped off my soaking manties and lubed up a 6" life like dildo. It had always been one of my fantasies, ever since Karla had laughed about it, to be fucked with a strap-on. I had purchased the dildo, with the strap-on harness, hoping that Karla would eventually express a real interest. Of course, she hadn't.
I pressed the slippery head of the dildo against my tight rectum. I physically tried to relax as I eased the head inside. It was the first time that I had tried the dildo and it was very different from the vibrating butt plug that I had been using. Slowly I slid the dildo into my ass. Once the dildo was insert all the way, I lay back on the bed, bent my legs up and spread them as far apart as possible. I maneuvered the dildo around, trying to find my prostate. The feelings were very intense. In a matter of moments, I found myself slowly moving the dildo in and out. The sensations began to build and it felt like I was approaching an orgasm. I began to move the dildo faster, almost fucking myself, but no matter what I did, I couldn't seem to make myself cum, or be milked, or anything. It was almost like I hit a climatic plateau and couldn't find the edge to drop over. The only thing I succeeded in doing was creating a large pool of clear, sticky pre-cum on my belly and I made myself totally frustrated. My balls ached worse than ever, and I began to remember what "blue balls" really felt like. Not knowing what else to do, I ended up starting a very cold shower. Although that helped to deflate my bulging penis, it seemed to make my balls hurt worse as they tightened into a little sack from the cold. However, switching to warm water seemed to help a little bit and I ended up standing in the shower for at least 30 minutes.
When I finally got out of the shower, my balls ached whenever I moved and I had a sick feeling to my stomach. I actually started to get worried that I might hurt myself somehow. I began to worry about what I would do if things didn't get any better. What would I do if I had to go to the emergency room? How could I explain this? I ended up laying down on the couch and watching TV. I found that my balls didn't hurt as long as I didn't move or my cock didn't try to swell. Unfortunately, watching TV turned out to be more of a challenge as well. I never realized how stimulating TV shows and commercials could be. Suddenly, every girl seemed to be dressed very provocatively, everything had a sexual undertone, and I was constantly aware of my chaste situation. It seemed like I couldn't go more than 5 minutes without something sparking my interest, leading to swelling, hurting, arching, etc.
Anyway, I spent most of that day lying around the house, trying not to move. I took a warm bath later that night and eventually fell into a fitful sleep on the couch.
I woke up the next morning feeling a little better. My balls still seemed tender, but that didn't ache constantly like the day before. I refused to make the same mistake of surfing the Internet again and settled down to work. I purposefully tried to keep my mind away from anything remotely close to a sexual thought and I found that suddenly I seemed to have a lot more time on my hands. Since it was Sunday, and I knew that I would need to work on Monday, I spent most of the day trying to take it easy and acclimate to my new chastity experience. After all, this is what I had fantasized about for so long. Of course, fantasy and reality are rarely compatible.
I found that keeping the house clean really wasn't that big a deal and I even managed to get to some of the various chores that Karla had been asking me to do for months. When you aren't wasting several hours a day on the Internet or watching "suggestive" movies, you have a lot more time for other things. I discovered that I couldn't stop thinking about sex in general and Karla more specifically. I realized how unfair I had been to her by selfishly masturbating all the time and then not be interested in sex. I thought about all the exciting things that I could do for her. I have never been very interested in oral sex, finding it more than a little unsanitary and disgusting, but in my overly agitated state of arousal, doing things to give Karla pleasure seemed very exciting, even if I didn't get immediate relief from the action. You might say that I was mentally becoming a more considerate husband and potential lover. I must say that at least a part of me also was thrilled at the possibility that chastity could become regular part of my life.
Over the next few weeks I grew more accustomed to my plastic prison. I still leaked like a sieve; soaking whatever underwear I chose to wear. I took to wearing disposable adult diapers when I went out of the house so that I wouldn't have any embarrassing wet spots on the front of my pants. The diapers were also helpful if I needed to go to the bathroom and didn't want to use the public toilet. Whereas before I could just stand up, I was now forced to sit down, squat, or hold it. Suddenly, Karla's complaints about public restrooms were very understandable.
I also found that I was more productive at work, finishing my required duties much faster and actually receiving numerous commendations regarding the quality and quantity of my work (something that Karla heard about from some of her friends and was very pleased with). The house and yard remained spotless, I had finished all of the chores that Karla had ever asked me to do that I had put off, and I even found additional projects by myself. Every night Karla and I would talk on the phone and she would ask me about my day. When she found out all that I was doing, she was curious what had gotten into me. I was tempted to tell her the truth, but instead settled on telling her that I missed her and was just bored. Our nightly conversation usually turned sexual and I found that Karla was being even more flirtatious and teasing with the more attention that I paid her. Apparently she was also finding lack of sex difficult, because she admitted that she had even experimented with masturbation, but wasn't that successful. I was shocked to say the least since this was something that Karla had always been against. She wanted the real thing or nothing at all. I joked that she should try to find a vibrator of something, assuming that she would be completely against the idea. I was really surprised when she told me that she had already thought of that, but didn't want to go into that part of town to purchase anything. The very next day I mailed her a package with the dildo and harness that I previously purchased. I enclosed a little note about how they were a packaged set and we could decide who would wear the harness later.
I was worried sick about how Karla would react when she received the package. Of course, once it was mailed, I had no control over the situation. In my overly horny condition, it seemed like a good idea at the time. As the days went by, I grew more and more unsure.
It was almost a week later when we were talking one night that Karla casually mentioned that she had received my package. Her tone seemed teasing without any hint of anger or disgust and my heart skipped a beat. She went on to thank me for being so considerate and that she really enjoyed it. I was shocked that my conservative wife was talking so frankly about masturbating with a dildo! Then she really floored me!
"As to your note, I think that I get to wear the harness. After all, you already have something sticking out below your waist. It isn't fair that I don't get to have any fun." She said slightly pouty. "What do you mean?" I asked, my stomach doing flip-flops.
"Well, what with all the things you used to be interested in, you might enjoy it if I wore the harness and took control once in a while. You might benefit from a good long fucking."
I couldn't believe my ears! This was definitely a change in behavior. It seemed that being horny had an interesting affect on Karla as well. At the same time I was scared. Karla seemed genuinely interested in trying out the dildo on my relatively virgin ass. I wasn't sure if that would be entirely pleasurable for me.
"Karla, I can't believe you just said that!"
"Well, isn't it true? Don't tell me you haven't thought about that at all."
All I could do was stammer an incoherent response.
"Besides, you are always begging me to be more adventurous and playful. Hmmm. Maybe I should play the schoolboy and then YOU can be the schoolgirl. You do remember the little plaid skirt that you wanted to buy me, don't you?"
My imprisoned member tried to burst free, throbbing uncomfortably, as I suddenly had a vision of Karla standing over me with a dildo sticking out of her school boy outfit while I lay bent over the bed, my short little school girl skirt hiked up around my waist waiting to be fucked. I shivered and my I am sure my voice shook. I tried to change the subject since my attempts at an erection were becoming painful again.
Karla joked at how flustered I was, but went along with the change in the conversation. However, from that point on, our nightly conversations began to be more and more sexually oriented. One time Karla even told me that she had started to use the dildo during our conversation. I could hear her breathing more heavily and little gasps and moans occasionally escaped her lips. I was more horny than I ever thought possible. Karla told me to start stroking my cock because she wanted to orgasm together on the phone. Of course I couldn't do that, but it wasn't like I could just confess everything. Well, I seriously thought about it, but I just couldn't bring myself to do that. I ended up having to fake my masturbation and climactic ecstasy. Let me tell you, it wasn't easy to listen to your wife getting off, pretend to do so as well, all while your dripping dick is throbbing within a cage.
The days continued to slip away and I became more used to my predicament. Not that it was easy! I was horny all the time. My cock wouldn't stop leaking. My panties were constantly soaked. I had pretty much stopped wearing anything but my special "Manties". I couldn't stand to surf the Internet because the fantasy sites just made things worse. I hardly watched TV because I found myself turned on by every woman that I saw. I concentrated on throwing myself into my work, both for my job and around the house as a way to occupy my mind. My productivity at work soared and I received numerous compliments. The house remained spotless and it top order. I was thinking more and more about how I was going to get the key and free myself before Karla discovered my condition. I thought about what might happen if she did catch me and I tried to come up with a good explanation. Nothing seemed to sound very good. My anxiety grew it grew closer to her short weekend home. Then one day my problem was solved for me.
I was taking a shower on Friday morning, which is my normal day off. When I am not traveling, I work ten-hour days so that I can take a three-day weekend. Typically, I sleep in till about 8am, lay out my French Maid outfit, shower, dress, then spend the morning cleaning the house. After that I do yard work in the early afternoon and then after another quick shower and usually spend the late afternoon and early evening shopping.
I was shampooing my hair and my eyes were closed when I suddenly felt a hand touching my encased cock. I practically jumped out of my skin!
"Well, well, what have we here?"
Holy shit! I practically died right there. I frantically swept water and shampoo off my face and opened my eyes to see Karla looking at me with an amused, curious look on her face. She was naked and I immediately realized that she had intended on coming into the shower with me for some a much awaited "welcome home".
"Karla!" I stammered. "What are you doing home already?" OK, I know it sounded lame. Especially considering my new apparel. It wasn't like she wasn't going to notice!
"I took a day of leave and left last night." She said, as she climbed into the tub with me. My cock was instantly straining in its plastic and metal re-enforced prison. Her hand went back to the CB-2000 and she lifted it, cupping under my balls. "What I'm curious about is just what is this thing and why are you wearing it? Is it really what I think it is?"
I swallowed hard and shook my head yes. I didn't think I could trust my voice at that moment. I couldn't tell how Karla was going to react. This was my worst scenario realized. I had secretly been hoping to be able to put her off until I had retrieved the key and released myself. I had made myself believe that I could still somehow keep the horrible events of the past month a secret. She seemed to understand my discomfort, and more than a little fear, and didn't wait for a verbal response.
"Is this really a chastity device?"
Again I nodded my head yes.
"And you really can't take it off without the key?" She asked with interest as she twisted and turned it in her hands, making my trapped member struggle even harder to get erect.
This time I shook my head in the negative.
"Why are you wearing it?" She had seemingly temporarily lost interest in the device and had taken the soap and begun to lather up my bare chest.
"I was curious what chastity might be like." I whispered hoarsely, finally finding my voice.
"And how is it?" She asked, running her soapy hands over my stomach and down around my now swollen balls.
"Very frustrating!" I half gasped, half sighed.
"I can see." She teased. "You look rather uncomfortable all squished up in there and your balls feel very full. I don't think I have ever felt them like this."
In response, I just moaned with increasing frustration, desperate to dash from the shower to find the keys.
"Why don't you take it off so we can have a little fun?" When I hesitated, she added, "Don't worry. If it really want, you can put it back on again. I think it looks kind of sexy. I'm already dripping from just looking at you."
She drew my hands to her pussy and I couldn't believe how slick she was. I couldn't remember ever seeing her that wet without serious foreplay.
"Where are the keys, baby?" She practically purred. "I need some relief that only you can give me!"
"You have them!" I blurted out.
She stopped exploring with her soapy hands and took a step back.
"What do you mean, I have them."
"I mean, the keys were in my small suitcase that you took with you to Miami."
She instantly seemed puzzled.
"But if the keys were in the suitcase that I took, then why did you put this thing on?"
"Because I didn't know you had taken my suitcase!" I whined.
"How long have you had this thing?"
"I bought it a few months before you left."
"Why?" "I had intended to give the keys to you as a Christmas present, but then I was afraid you wouldn't like it and get mad."
"So you have been wearing this thing.what's it called anyway?"
"So, you've been wearing this CB-2000 when I'm not around?"
"But still, why did you put it on if you knew the keys were gone?"
"I told you. I didn't know!"
"But I told you the first night I was gone!"
Then I could see her putting two and two together and her face literally lit up with understanding.
"You mean to tell me that you have been wearing that thing since I left?" She asked incredulously.
"Yes!" I stammered, almost in tears.
"Oh my God! You must be so fucking horny by now!"
"Oh, Karla! You have no idea! This is the longest I have gone without cumming since before I hit puberty!"
"You're kidding, right?"
"Jesus!" She started to giggle. "It looks like your going to burst out of that thing!"
"If only I could! Please, Karla, get the keys and let me out of this thing! I need to cum so badly!"
Suddenly Karla started to laugh uncontrollably.
"Karla, this isn't funny! I'm desperate!"
"Oh, honey. You are going to be a lot more desperate before the weekend is over!"
"What do you mean?" I asked, a hint of fear creeping into my voice. "You wouldn't keep me like this, would you?" Deep down inside, a part of me was thrilled by that idea, but the horny part of me was telling that part to shut the fuck up.
"I don't know. For some reason this is making me so fucking hot that I can barely stand it! The thought of you being all locked up and helpless like that is getting me very hot and bothered." Then something else hit her. "But wait, that time you masturbated on the phone with me." The look on my face told the whole story. "You were faking! Jesus!"
Suddenly she was kissing me deeply, probing my mouth with her tongue, guiding my hands into her pussy, encouraging me to finger her while her hands began to roam over and squeeze my ass. I was caught up in the feelings and broke away from the kiss, trailing my lips down over her neck. I made my way to her breasts. While one hand fingered her dripping crotch, my other hand pinched and squeezed one of her nipples while my mouth greedily sucked at the other. She moaned and arched her back. It wasn't long before I had her panting with pleasure. To my surprise, I felt her pussy contract and shudders coursed through her body. She was having her first orgasm! She never had an orgasm from foreplay before. She definitely was hot!
Quickly making sure that all of the soap was off our bodies, Karla shut the water off and practically pulled me out of the shower. Her hand was holding onto my CB-2000 and there was no refusing her. She was like a totally different person! Dragging me to the bed, she dropped down onto the sheets and spread her legs. With her fingers yanking my hair, she forced my head down to her waiting pussy. There was no doubt what she wanted! I was amazed because she had never been interested in any type of oral sex before. I had never seen my wife act that way before.
Within seconds of my starting to lick and probe, Karla was moaning and writhing her hips. Her fingers remained clenched in my hair and she alternated between mashing my face into her pussy or rubbing and twisting it to guide my tongue to different spots. My balls were starting to really ache and pre- cum was dripping steadily onto the floor by the bed. Karla's second orgasm hit her, a small one that built with increasing intensity until she was riding the strongest orgasm I had ever witnessed. Her thighs clenched together on either side of my head and even though my ears were suddenly covered, I could hear her screaming in ecstasy. For a moment I was afraid that I was going to suffocate, but I just held my breath and kept licking, caught up in the excitement, trying to give her every once of pleasure possible.
When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, Karla released her death grip on my head and we both lay gasping for breath. My mouth was sore and my jaw and tongue were tired, but I felt extremely satisfied that I had finally been able to give my wife such pleasure.
"God, Karla! I need you so bad!"
"Oh, baby! I am still so fucking hot! Just the thought of you being locked up is having an effect on me that I didn't think was possible! I want you to fuck me!"
"Oh, yes, honey! Give me the keys!"
"No! Not yet! This is too good! I want to make sure you fuck me good and long. Right now, I bet you could cum as soon as that thing is off!"
"Oh, but honey." I started to whine.
Karla jumped up off the bed and ran to her suitcase. She pulled out the strap on dildo that I had sent her and immediately knelt down in front of me. In seconds she had it strapped on me so that it rested just above my own trapped, dripping, straining dick.
She dropped back onto the bed and spread her legs.
"Fuck me!" She demanded. "Fuck me hard!"
I groaned, but couldn't refuse her request. I was so horny! I moved between her legs and guided the dildo into her sopping pussy. She instantly responded with new levels of panting and moaning. I thrust deep on the in stroke, pulled back until the head of the dildo was just barely touching her, then I would plunge back in. I was able to use long strokes, something I could never do on my own without cumming in minutes. I could tell that she was building to another earthshaking orgasm by the level of her pants and shrieks. I redoubled my efforts and she approached a new climax.
"Cum with me!" She suddenly screamed! "Like you did on the phone! Pretend like your cumming!"
I didn't have time to think about her request. She started to buck and writhe on the bed, clawing her fingernails into my ass and screaming out her pleasure.
"Oh yes! Yes! YES! CUM WITH ME! FUCK ME!"
I instantly went into my best rendition of short, pulsing thrusts and started to grunt/pant my false pleasure. If anything, this seemed to fuel the intensity of her orgasm. She suddenly stiffened and pulled me tight against her, keeping me from thrusting anymore. As I watched her in the throes her orgasm, I couldn't help but remember how sore my balls were or how painful it had become for my straining erection.
My helpless whimpering brought Karla back around to her senses.
"Oh my God! That was so intense! I can't believe it!"
"Please!" Was all I could beg.
"Oh, honey. Not yet! This feeling won't go away! This feeling of power while you are so helpless has got me going out of my mind!"
She started to frantically pull the harness and dildo off of me. To my surprise, she began to strap it onto herself. My eyes widened with understanding and alarm as she disappeared into the bathroom and returned a second later with a jar of Vaseline. She giggled at the expression on my face.
"I want to fuck you, honey! Just like you fucked me!"
"Karla, wait. The keys!" I pleaded, to no avail.
Karla literally spun me around and pushed me onto the bed. She grabbed several pillows and when I didn't lift my hips fast enough she slapped my thoroughly scratched buttocks hard.
"Lift up!" She commanded.
I whimpered in response, but complied. I had never imagined Karla as being so forceful and demanding. As she stuffed the pillows under my hips, effectively raising my ass up into the air, open and defenseless, I became truly frightened. I had fantasized about this, but suddenly the dildo was very scary. Especially given Karla's extreme agitated state.
She moved behind me, slapped my ass again, and forced my legs wide apart. Before I could protest, I left the lubed up head of the dildo pressing against my ass. I tried to relax as best I could, but Karla was insatiable. She did her best to maintain control, but she grabbed onto my hips and steadily forced the intruder into my relatively virgin hole. Of course, by this time, I was so horny that I wasn't thinking straight either.
It wasn't very long before Karla was thrusting in and out, driving the dildo deep into my rectum. At first I winced and gasped with pain, but shortly, I could hear myself moaning and panting, not unlike what Karla had sounded like just moments before.
Using her hands to steady my hips, she started pounding into me, the fake balls of the dildo slapping my sore, trapped balls with each thrust. The combination of pleasure/pain was driving me insane. I wanted her to fuck me forever and I wanted her to stop all at the same time. Anything to make the feeling in my balls go away!
Suddenly Karla's thrusts became quick and short. I lay helplessly as I realized that I was still locked away and she was having her fourth orgasm! She was actually having an orgasm from just fucking me! For a moment I thought she was going to lift me entirely off the bed at the high of her passion!
When Karla's orgasm subsided and she collapsed down on top of my back, I continued to involuntarily hump the pillows with my caged member. Anything to get to orgasm! Anything to release the boiling cum in my tormented balls! But it was no use. I remained bulging, squished, and unsatisfied as I clenched the sheets, groaned in frustration, and wriggled my hips.
Karla came to her sense and withdrew the invading dildo, leaving my hole empty, stretched, and quivering. I instantly felt empty and bit the pillow in helpless sexual agony.
"Shit!" Karla suddenly exclaimed. "You came while I was fucking your ass!"
"What?" I managed to stammer. I sure as hell didn't cum. I was sure of that.
"There's a puddle of cum soaking into the pillow beneath you. Fuck! You came right through that thing!"
"Karla, I didn't!" I cried. "I didn't have an orgasm yet. Please get the keys! This is killing me!"
"Look at the pillow! You must have had an orgasm!"
"But I didn't! I am still so horny!" I struggled to sit up, my ass now aching along with my balls. Karla had removed the dildo and harness and sure enough, there was a puddle of my cum soaking into the pillow. Suddenly the realization hit me.
"Oh NO!" I exclaimed! "It can't be!"
"You milked me!"
"What! What the fuck do you mean by milked?"
"Oh, God!" I moaned. "While you were fucking me with the dildo, you put enough pressure on my prostate to make my cum ooze out of my dick without an orgasm."
"Holy, FUCK! You mean to tell me that you can cum without having an orgasm!"
"Oh, Jesus, that is fucking exciting!" Her hands had gone to her pussy and she was fingering herself, something she had never done in front of me.
"It's terrible!" I groaned. "I didn't feel anything! It wasn't even a real orgasm!"
"Well, you can't say you didn't get to cum." She reasoned.
"Karla! You've had 4 of the biggest orgasms of your life and I just had the worst!"
"I know, and believe it or not, I am more horny than ever now. Fuck! Why didn't you show me this thing months ago? This is totally awesome!"
"Karla, please go get the keys. Let me have a little relief!"
"Not yet, lover boy. I need more of your attention right now!"
She dropped back down on the bed and spread her legs again. She pulled me into a partial 69 position, with my face in her crotch and my trapped cock over her chest were she could get a good look at my pulsing, dripping dick and discolored balls.
"Lick!" She demanded, slapping my ass to punctuate the command. When I hesitated, she spanked me several more times, getting increasingly harder, grabbed my caged cock and gave my balls a gentle squeeze. "Lick me now!"
Wincing, I immediately started back to work. She spanked my cheeks every 10 seconds or so as a method of encouragement which only served to increase my frustration and torment. Karla knew that one of my turn-ons is spanking.
When Karla was well on her way to a 5th orgasm in less than an hour, I decided that there was a way I could get her to release me. I knew that once Karla gets but so worked up, she wants to feel me inside her. So instead of doing my best to work her up to another orgasm, I started to teasingly start her on a slow path to a level of frustration that I was already enduring. I knew that if I teased her long enough, she would become so frustrated that she would beg me to go get the keys. She was never one to tolerate long foreplay. Besides, she must be getting tired.
Karla tried to encourage me to work harder by spanking my ass more frequently. I could tell that her frustration was building by the way she was half moaning, half groaning and rocking her hips, trying to increase the sensations. I purposefully continued to toy with her.
"Your teasing me, aren't you?" She accused, after about 10 minutes of this treatment.
"Uh huh." I mumbled, not stopping my assault.
"Oh, you naughty boy!" She insisted and spanked my ass harder. "Make me cum!"
"Oh no." I declined coyly. "You release me from this prison and I'll make you cum 3 more times. Otherwise." I trailed off and concentrated my licks on a spot that I knew would heighten her level of frustration even more.
"Oh, you bastard!" She panted and spanked my ass as hard as she could. I just chuckled and concentrated on teasing her quivering pussy.
Suddenly my ass was on fire! I jerked my head around and tried to jump up, but Karla had a firm grip on the CB-2000.
This time I saw the plastic hairbrush descend on my other cheek and yelped.
"OWW! That hurts!"
"Exactly!" She smiled evilly at me. "Don't think you can play around with me! Now you're going to give me 3 more orgasms while I use this little baby on your ass. Otherwise, I'll leave immediately back for Miami and you can kiss those keys goodbye!"
"Karla, you wouldn't!" I pleaded.
In response, she gave me a flurry of spanks with the hairbrush.
I instantly dived back down and started to work in earnest. Now her irregular spanks of encouragement sent blazing fire through my backside.
It wasn't long before she was building to her strongest orgasm yet and the spanks became short and quick. I clenched my butt against the pain and redoubled my efforts. It was only a matter of seconds before Karla's body stiffened and the waves of pleasure began to hit. She stopped spanking me and released her hold on my balls. She clawed at the sheets, shrieking and arching her back. I decided to try to make her orgasms as close together as possible so that she wouldn't have an opportunity to start spanking me again. She was barely coming down from the first peak when the second one loomed even bigger. This time she cried out in primal ecstasy. It was unlike anything I had heard before.
Suddenly she grabbed my wrists so that I couldn't move them and clenched her legs together. My head was pulled away from her pulsing pussy so that I couldn't lick anymore. She continued to cry, pant, writhe and moan as her body shook with dozens of mini orgasms. When the last one had finally passed, her entire body went limp. I struggled around to face her and she managed to pull me into an embrace. Tears continued to run down her cheeks. I held her for what seemed like forever, partially content to be with her, but partially longing to get my own release.
"Karla?" I finally managed. "Are you all right?"
"All right? Oh honey, that was fantastic! I never imagined sex could be so great!"
After a minute I dared to ask, "What about me?"
"Oh, honey. You must be desperate by now." She giggled, regaining some of her composure.
"You have no idea!"
She suddenly got a look somewhere between excitement, pleasure, and remorse.
"Honey, I don't know how to tell you this. If you had only told me earlier, I would have known."
I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. This certainly couldn't be good news.
"Oh no, Honey! Don't tell me!"
She nodded her head. "Yup. I left your suitcase back in my hotel room in Miami. I don't have the keys with me!"
My face must have said it all.
"Oh my poor baby! You must be so frustrated!"
I actually started to cry. She pulled me close and hugged me. She couldn't help but laugh.
"You survived one month. I am sure that you can survive another."
"What! Aren't you going to mail me the keys when you get back to Miami?"
"I thought about that, but to tell you the truth, the idea of you staying locked up and horny while I am gone is just too fucking exciting."
"Karla, you can't!"
"Oh, sweetie, but I can. You were the one who was interested in chastity and you bought the thing. Now you'll just have to live with it."
"But I am so horny right now! You had more orgasms than I could count and I didn't have any!"
"True, but you did get to cum at least. Your balls should be a little less full."
"That didn't help!" I whined, the full impact of my situation finally hitting me.
"Well, that's not my fault. Besides, if you're a good boy, maybe I'll fuck you again before I leave to make sure you get a little more relief."
"That's not relief." I complained.
"Well, you better take what you can get." She cautioned. "I have big plans for you this weekend. You have never been able to make me cum more than once at a time. Most of the time we only had sex a couple of times a month. But from what you said earlier, it sounds like you used to masturbate a lot more often than that."
My guilty look and flushing cheeks told her that she was right.
"I'm the one that should be upset here. All those times that you weren't interested and I was horny. Just because you were pleasuring yourself. Probably with fantasies like the one that you are experiencing right now."
"But it isn't what I thought it would be."
"Fantasies rarely are."
She paused for a moment.
"God, all this talk is making me hot again. We better get cleaned up and dressed before I have to attack you again."
I sighed and headed toward the bathroom.
"Oh and honey?" She called after me. "When you are finished cleaning up, why don't you put on that cute little outfit that you had laying on the bed?"
For the first time I remembered my French Maid's outfit. I noticed that it had been moved from the bed and hung on the back of the closet door.
"At first I thought that might have been for me. Another one of your little fantasies. But now, I am willing to bet that you bought it for yourself. That must be why the house looks so clean. You must like prancing around in that little costume playing the prissy maid."
To my amazement, there wasn't any scorn or disgust in her voice. She used just a matter of fact tone.
"I really want to see what you look like in it. And I want to hear all about your month without being able to play with yourself. I bet that is why you managed to get all that work done around the house and to win all those awards from work."
Again I blushed. She had me dead to rights.
"Well, I think that this chastity thing is working out wonderfully. I don't see any reason to change a thing. I really like the new you."
As I turned to go back into the shower, she gave me one final surprise.
"You better put one of those diapers on under your frilly panties as well. You wouldn't want to drip all over your pretty undies."
It didn't seem like there were any more secrets. I gulped. The might be a very long weekend and the next month didn't promise to get any easier.
What the hell did I get myself into?
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