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Melting the Ice
I knew I had been had! Something was not right at this very moment.
I had done this very thing several times before? I had gotten more
brazen I know, but how could this be. Let me tell you my story if you
will. Fifteen years of marriage. I am a happily married man! No
complaints to speak of! My lovely wife Sheila had told me several
weeks ago that she and her sisters were going to Las Vegas for a
week. I would be left alone at home to fend for myself.
I had planned my own perversions accordingly. I was to meet my wife
in Vegas in three days. I had planned an evening alone with my stash
of make up and femme underwear. I had frozen my restrain key in a
cube of ice that would ensure my bonds would hold for a bit longer
than they had the times before. This particular cube of ice takes
approximately two hours to melt. I can reach the key while in my
restraints if I work very hard at it. I could hold the cube in my
hands to speed up its melting process but why? I thoroughly enjoy my
captivity. My hard on proves that point with out a doubt!
I am dressed like the tart I know I am. I am wearing black satin
panties with appropriate hose and carters to match. I even have on a
black under wire bra that show my boobs, holds them up and pushes
them out if you know what I mean. I had some fake nails on that were
painted slut red as were my toe nails. I was wearing a wig that
probably needed some work, but who really cared.
This is my perversion and I was not going to share it with anyone!
At least that is what I had thought. I was into this whole scene for
about two hours when the key finally made itself available to me. I
had my hands cuffed behind my back with my palms facing inward. The
key hole was pointed down so that I could insert the cuff key with
out any problem.
I was wrong. I had tried for what seemed like a long time when I
decided to look at the key to see if there was something wrong with
it? There was! It had been filled with super glue or something. I had
to drop the key onto the bed and turn around to see it after turning
on all of the lights in our bedroom.
I was unsure of what to do! I did not have to worry very long. Our
home phone rang and rang. Picture me trying to answer it, yeah right.
It took several moments before the machine picked up to record the
message being left by no other than my wife. Sheila was laughing so
hard she could barely leave a message.
Sheila stated she must assume that I was all tied up and not
available to answer at that particular moment. Sheila went on to say
that she was calling from our home town and that she would be home in
a minute because she just knew I would like to talk with her!
Sheila hung up the phone and I just sat there sweating trying to
figure how she had known. I didn't have to wait long for that answer!
Sheila walked in the door with that stupid smirk and just started
taking pictures. I could only cry and laugh at the same time. I had
been had.
Sheila told me that she was sick and tired of my masturbation and
the use of her things in my rituals. She told me not to worry about
the pictures unless I refused to follow some very basic and easy to
follow instructions. She kept saying, "you are kind of cute," over
and over again.
She undid the handcuffs and replaced them with a pair of thumb cuffs
after placing my arms around the center pillar of our bed. She
attached a cock ring around my genitals and then two condoms were
placed on my already hard cock! She climbed on and began to ride me
while playing with my wig. I tried to complain about not being able
to feel much through two separate rubbers! Sheila just smirked and
said this was not for my benefit but for her.
After awhile I was permitted to clean up and to join her in the
family room for a conversation as she put it. I noticed that she had
connected her digital camera to her laptop computer. I asked the
purpose and she smirked once again and stated she had sent her most
prized pictures to herself at work and that they were her insurance
policy.
"Things are going to change in ways you can't even imagine," she
stated!
I asked what she meant and she said I would find out soon enough.
She was right about finding out. Two days later she said it was time
for me to get a P.A. piercing. I laughed and asked if she was
serious. She smirked and asked it I was refusing her direction. I
said that I was not refusing but wanted some time to think about it.
She smiled and said o.k. dear; let me know when you are ready.
Everything seemed to be normal till I opened my lunch box at work
the next day to find nothing more than photo copies of me dressed
like a tart in full restraints. I was hungry and mad! I had made up
my mind to not accept this and tried my best to ignore it. I found a
cross cut paper cutter in the boss's office and had barely finished
shredding my pictures as she walked in. I make some excuse of being
there and left with out any further problems.
I was angry and was not paying attention to my speed while driving
home. However a Police Officer must have been watching my speed
because I was pulled over and asked for my driver's license and proof
of insurance. I opened the glove box to find several more copies of
my tart appearance! The cop was looking in at me while I shuffled my
papers till I found the required documents. I was let go with nothing
more than a warning.
I was planning on having a heart to heart with my wife upon getting
home. However when I got home I saw a nice jeep in the drive way.
There was a lady shaking my wife's hand and saying thank you as she
got into her jeep and drove away. I asked what that was all about.
Sheila smirked and asked how my day was.
I again asked who the lady was that was departing as I pulled up.
Sheila ignored me and asked if I had chosen to get the P.A. yet?
I said that I had not and that I didn't like her games. Sheila
stated that I had better sit down and listen intently because she was
only going to say this once!
She clearly stated she was sick and tired of my selfish ways and
that I had two choices. Number one was to get a divorce. Sheila
handed me an envelope and said to review the papers and to sign them
is all you have to do. She would file them and not have a problem
moving on if that was my choice.
Second choice is the one she said she would prefer me to pick. I
asked what it entailed and she handed me a file folder. It contained
some legal documents too, but they were different. Several papers had
our bank account information on them and I was to sign on the lines
that were previously highlighted in yellow. Sheila stated it was
nothing more than the bank's requirements to remove my name from all
of the accounts. The titles to my two vehicles were in there as well.
I was to sign them over as open titles so that they could be both
sold.
I was distraught at the thought of losing my R.V. and my truck. "How
am I to get around with out a vehicle?" I asked. Sheila said that is
not as important as me choosing my path. "Option one or two?" She
asked. I looked further into the file folder to find a pre-marital
agreement. It had been back dated to just prior to us getting
married. It had been signed by Sheila and a witness I did not
recognize. It even was notarized and dated some fifteen years ago. "I
don't understand," I cried "I don't understand why you would do this
to me." Sheila walked over and placed her hand on my shoulder and
said that if I did not trust her, I should go for option one and take
the beatings that come with that choice. Sheila rubbed my shoulder
and suggested that I choose option number two and just wait and see
if it was not what we both want and need for our relationship to
flourish!
Options my ass, I was going to lose either way I select. Like any
marriage I figured I would walk away with nothing anyway. I opted for
the file folder and started signing. I gave the entire package to my
wife, who instructed me to get into her truck. I started to get in on
the drivers side, but she cleared her throat and I realize she wanted
to drive.
Sheila drove to the nearest Q.T. and entered asking me to wait in
the truck. She went in with the file folder but came out with two
legal size envelopes. She then drove through the Post Office where
she placed both envelopes into the mail slots. She had mailed them
somewhere? I asked where she had sent them and she clearly stated
that was none of my business any more. I was humble and stoic. What
was my reaction suppose to be? I am truly confused at my position in
life. Where is this all going and why?
We parked in front of a small tattoo and piercing shop. I did not
have to guess why we were at this particular place. It's a P.A. for
me! That really hurt until it healed. It was kind of erotic in its
own way.
I am assuming you can see where this is going even before I did. It
was down hill for me! Then again, maybe my glass is half full and not
half empty? I am not so sure that I don't like my new place in life.
'What is my place in life?' you may ask. I will tell you.
My wife sold my auto's and deposited the money into her account. I
was forced to sell my half of a small business that I had started
several years ago. It did not make much money but it was kind of fun
to run. I am the stay at home, cook and clean type French maid or
just a whipped man who cleans and cooks and tends to his wife's every
wish. It all depends on her whims of course. I have been humiliated
in ways unimaginable. I am not permitted any hair on my body
whatsoever!
I can't even mow my own yard while wearing shorts in fear that my
neighbors may ask of my clean shaven legs. I even wear gloves while
doing the yard work so as to not show my well manicured nails that
may or may not be painted of the color of Sheila's wishes. I had been
forced to wear a bra and tan myself in our back yard for several
days. This was particularly humiliating when we went to the beach in
Del Ray and Sheila directed me to remove my shirt and walk up the
beach with her. She is in control and I know it! The P.A. piercing
was to secure my chastity device in place. She is the key holder now.
I must wait for her and not some melting cube of ice.
Sheila stated the other day that it was time I got a tattoo. I asked
what she had in mind. She smirked like she always does and said she
was thinking of cum slut slave or cuckold? It was up to me. She held
up a finger and said that I should research both as an option before
deciding. She said I had a week to decide!
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