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If you are not of a proper age, don't read this. Keywords Use of Sex Toys High Heels Chastity Belt Categories Bondage Femdom Synopsis Jay and Janet were happily married until Jay.... Chastity By Janet Baker I'm twenty five, so is my husband. We met in college, married after graduation. I started to work, my husband Jay went on for his Phd in software operating system design subsequently starting to work in a neighboring city. His credentials and his drive moved him up in salary and gained the respect of his peers and his management. We remained here where we had been married and found our first apartment. We were planning to buy a home in this town since we found it convenient and we had started to make friends here. We were very much in love and very very much in lust. To put not too fine a point on it we fucked like mink both morning and night. Our couplings were varied and passionate; we were deeply in love. Our lovemaking was mostly vanilla as regards variations such as bondage or anal sex but we did almost everything else we could think of. One of my favorite positions was bent over with rear vaginal entry. Sometimes I bent over a sofa back while he held my arms and thrust away, fucking passionately. I could also bend way over, holding my ankles while he rummaged away again in my very hot cunt. We may have been vanilla lovers but I do know the words. Jay really liked to have me impale myself on his cock and gyrate on it, round and round, up and down, up and down. I would squeeze my pussy muscles -- he loved it. He would stand while I put my arms around his neck, lowering myself onto his cock, wrapping my legs around him. I also knelt on our bed on all fours while he thrust home and fondled my breasts at the same time or hold me by my shoulders while he rammed his cock into me. I worked as an interior designer -- upscale homes, primarily but occasionally some office design. I loved my work; I dealt with the affluent segment of our city and my commissions were quite respectable. Our work hours were compatible, so Jay and I (I'm Janet, by the way) could arrive home at roughly the same time. Frequently we would have a cocktail, shower together and commence a good fuck. Exhausted we would plan dinner, in or out, whatever we liked. If we went out, it was usually to an upscale restaurant where I could dress to the nines, lots of cleavage, heels high, skirt tight, hair up, perfume, and perhaps a few pearls. The waiters loved serving us -- they could hardly keep their eyes off my boobies. Most of the time we ate at home, gobbling our dinner so we could return to fucking. Jay was late Thursday night; I was so worried, it was the first time he had ever been late. When he arrived home about two hours late I was so relieved, I cried "Oh Jay, you're alright, I was so worried, you were so late." "Sorry sweetie, I got hung up at the office." "I wish you had called, I made dinner and it's cold now but I can heat it up for us." "OK hon, heat it up, I'll take a quick shower and be right down." That was odd, we always took showers together. Oh well, lets see if this food is recoverable. When Jay returned after his shower, I had the meal ready and on the table along with some wine. After dinner we cleaned up; I did some vacuuming and Jay wrote some checks, paying a few bills. An hour later my desire rose and I suggested we adjourn to bed since I was hot horny and in need of a good fuck. My darling said, "not tonight, sweetie, I'm beat, really tired, tomorrow morning though." "You're kidding -- really -- you -- tired?" "Yeah, sorry sweet, but I am beat." The remainder of the week was filled with our usual activities, sex, sex, and more sex. Thursday came around again. I arrived home and started to prepare dinner for us. Oh, damn! I need milk, I'll call Jay and ask him to bring some home with him. I called, got his secretary who told me that he had left an hour ago -- said he had some errands to run. "Oh, OK, thank you." H'm, it's seven, where the hell is he? Is he OK or what? H'm, I'll try his cell. ............h'm his cell is turned off. Ah, I hear his car, he is so late again. "Hi hon, what happened, you're so late again?" "Oh I got held up at work again, sorry. I'm going to shower quickly while you're heating dinner." Work hell, he's lying to me, I know it. I sneaked into the bathroom, got his briefs out of the hamper, sniffed them. They were damp and had some odd odors about them -- strange to me. And look, a smudge of lipstick on his shirt collar. Oh, oh, I really have a problem! I served dinner and asked, "what happened sweetie, working late is something new, is it going to be a regular thing? Perhaps I should wait to hear from you before starting dinner." "Oh by the way, are they going to pay you overtime or is that just part of your professional obligation." He growled. "Oh honey, I'm just joking." "I know, it is a professional obligation, I am very well paid so I can leave early and sometimes work late. No big deal, but you're right, I should call when I work late." I was mollified partially by this comment but only partly since he did lie to me. I'm sure I have a problem. For the next six weeks, he called, told me he would be late and not to worry, he should be home about seven or eight. Twice I called his office ostensibly to ask him to bring something home but really to check on him. Each time, his secretary told me he had left. I confided in my good friend Myra. I asked her what I might do. Myra had a number of ideas. I rejected the suggestion that I castrate him in his sleep. But I did agree to go to an attorney. The attorney asked what I would like to do if my suspicions were borne out. I replied that I really did not know exactly what course I would take; punishment, divorce, or simple reconciliation. I really did not know; I was devastated at learning my husband had betrayed me, had cheated on me and was doing it continually. The attorney set me up with a private investigator. A few weeks later the P.I. reported to me with proof that my love was in fact cheating on me with some woman I had never met. The next Thursday night, he arrived late as usual. I said nothing but served dinner with wine, cleaned up and said, "Honey we have to talk, come with me to the living room." "What' up, hon?" "You have been cheating on me, betraying our vows, humiliating me. Don't bother denying it, I have proof. A P.I. has followed you, even photographed you. I have enough evidence for a divorce. My attorney feels that I can easily get a fault divorce and get a large settlement. Now do you have anything to say in your defense?" He gasped, choked and said, "No." "No?" "Is that all? No sorry? No nothing?' He took a deep breath, started to speak, haltingly, "OK, I'm guilty, I was having an affair, of course, it stops now. I'm sorry darling, I didn't intend to...but I fell...I failed you, I know but please don't divorce me, I love you...I promise I will never see her again and I will never do this again." "I would like to trust you but this has gone on for so long that I'm not convinced you could stop." "Janet", he pleaded, "I will, I promise, I'll do anything you ask to stay with you...I really love you, I just lapsed..." "Lapsed, you liar, you lapsed at least a dozen times, I've been documenting your absences since the first time you lied to me." "Please Janet, don't leave me", he pleaded on his knees, "Please don't leave me." "I'll consider it. Until I have decided what to do, you will sleep in the guest room." "I'm going to talk with a friend of mine, she went through a divorce and maybe she has some ideas. Of course, one of her suggestions was that I castrate you in your sleep but I think that a little extreme, don't you?" He shuddered, said, "Yes that would be extreme, please don't." He missed the next Thursday, but our conversations were still quite strained. I had not yet decided what to do with him. Myra and I talked a bit; she gave me some good ideas. When Jay arrived home, we had dinner, he cleaned up and we talked. "Jay, you have devastated me, I am so depressed, I don't know what to do. I still haven't decided whether to leave you or what. One thing is certain -- our life -- our marriage will never be the same because of this betrayal. I will never forget this; I may, just may begin to forgive you but I will always be concerned that you will lapse again with another woman." "Janet, please, I don't want you to leave me; I will do anything you ask to permit me to stay with you, anything. I'll clean up the dishes, I'll check in with you constantly so you'll know where I am at all times." "Oh, crap Jay, that's no punishment, you help with the dishes now. If I select some kind of punishment as the price for staying with you, it will really have to be something onerous. H'm, I'll think about it; I think I'll check with Myra. She had some clever ideas; some things I'm sure you will detest. I'll see you at home tonight, I might be late, I have a meeting with my attorney and also I want to see Myra again." ********************* "Jay, I want to learn more about this affair. What did she have that I don't have? What did she do for you that I did not do? What would you like me to do? Jay, I want details; I want to know exactly what she did, what you did." "Well, hon, nothing really different. I think maybe it was the newness, the idea that someone found me attractive. But yeah, I failed you, I'm sorry." "I don't buy that Jay, that's crap. Fess up! What did you do together? Jay, take pencil and paper and write in detail what you did with her -- leave nothing out, nothing!" "I really don't want to Janet", he pleaded. "Do it or else; and you know what 'else' means", I snarled. "After you have finished come to the guest bedroom, strip and shower and show me your writings." Jay moved pretty fast, he thought he was on a fast track to forgiveness; he was mistaken. Jay jumped into bed with some trepidation because he saw the handcuffs I had fastened to the headboard. He lay there trembling, looking at me, fear in his eyes. I told him to put his hands in the cuffs. He was scared stiff -- except for his cock -- it was soft and shrunken. Reluctantly he complied; I examined the cuffs, tightened them a little. Since he couldn't escape, I cuffed his ankles, spreading his legs toward the bed corners. I walked over to a dressing table, picked up a straight razor, turned, looked at him with a slight smile on my face. I attached a razor strop to a bed post and started to strop the razor to a fine edge. Jay was turning pale, almost white while I hummed to myself, stropping the razor. "Now, Jay, is what you have written the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help your balls?" "For God's sake Janet, please! I might have missed something, let me review it." "OK, but first....", I approached him, holding the razor in a threatening way, sat on the bed beside him, facing him and reached for his penis. His eyes got wide, he shook with fear. I took his penis, held it up, out of the way and started to shave the hair around his balls and penis. His relief was palpable, he breathed deeply, smiled nervously. I put the razor away. I smiled at him, kissed the end of his prick, tongued it, then sucked it to an erection. He thought he was out of the woods, forgiven, little did he know. I impaled myself on his erection, enjoyed myself for a really prolonged fuck, demanding that he not come or else. "Was it good Jay?" "Oh yes, darling, I love you so much." "But Jay, how can I be convinced that you will never stray again, never be tempted again?" "You have my word." "Not good enough Jay, I think I will require something more definite....yes....I know what to do....I'll let you know shortly. You will do whatever I ask won't you?" "Janet, let me go please." "No, I'm not ready. First I want to read your story. Then I want another fuck. Then you are going to use your mouth and tongue until I am satisfied." "H'm, you say here that she tied you to the bed, tightly, and fucked you and sat on your face while you licked her clean. Damnit Jay, we do that! That's all? I don't believe it Jay! Fess up Jay! The truth! What else did you do?" "Well, it's embarrassing..." "Embarrassing, Hell, you have not yet been really embarrassed! Speak! Now! Remember, nothing is as embarrassing as a public divorce!" "Well, she makes me dress as a French maid, you know, a maid's dress, net stockings, very high heels, wig...." "What do you do dressed like that?" "Well, I clean a little, serve her some wine, get on my knees, put my head up under her dress and lick her pussy." "So, you do this and keep going back for more. You must like it. Right?" "I...guess...I do...I'm sorry Janet." "Jay, if I do that to you, will that solve your problem? Or will you betray me again?" "Janet, I loved it...I loved what she did to me...what she made me do" "So nothing I read, nothing you've told me would be a punishment. Jay, I want you to detail your bondage sessions with her." "Ahhh, you've already cuffed me to the bed." "So? Continue." "Oh my, she made me cuff myself to cuffs hanging from the top of the wall, naked and stand there while she fucked someone else. She gagged me, put a mask on me and made me watch them. I was so humiliated." "So, Jay if I cuffed you to the wall and fucked someone, you would really be humiliated and punished? Right?" "Yes, Janet, but I don't want you to do that. Two wrongs will not save our marriage. I don't ever want you to betray me as I have you." "What else did she do?" "She tied me over a low bench and fucked me anally using a strap-on dildo." "Did you like it? Do you want me to do it?" "At first it hurt, but then became more pleasurable and I looked forward to that part of our games and yes, I would like to do it with you -- now and then -- as a variation." "Were you dressed or naked when she fucked you?" "Naked." "H'm a punishment is going to be difficult, Jay, if I make you wear a maid's dress or dress as a woman, you will like it, if I cuff you to the bed and fuck you, it will thrill you. If I fuck your ass, you'll be happy. What to do? H'm...I have the answer. I'll let you know shortly my decision. You won't be happy but you will comply, you have promised compliance. If you try to back out, I will divorce you. That is that! In the meantime until I have laid out my demands you will keep your prick in your pants or again, there will be a divorce." Oh my, I thought to myself, when his punishment is over we can have such fun, so many erotic ideas. Life and sex are going to improve immensely. ************************* "Jay, you are going shopping. You need dresses, wigs, lingerie, shoes and makeup, and some accessories. We may order costumes over the internet, fetish heels and a great deal of bondage equipment. Jay we are going to have a lot of fun." "Janet I don't want to go public and buy these things, please." "Tough, you will and will like it. No one cares what you buy. All you must do is maintain a poker face, select things and buy. "What shall I buy?" "Buy a good tweed business suit, black sling back pumps, four inch heels, pantyhose, many pairs, an LBD for all 'round use, cocktails to shopping, a red dress for evening, red shoes, purse, a black purse for your business suit, a silver clutch, silver evening sandals, numerous bras, camisoles. Then go to the wig shop and buy at least three wigs of good quality. Then try Victoria's Secret for sexy lingerie, satin pajamas. All your bras must be 'C' cup size, we'll buy breast forms online. Buy several pairs of shoes, casual and dress, flats and heels. Also buy a selection of tops and skirts, some jewelry and belts. Again we will buy fetish heels and fetish clothing online. And there will be some other things that I will buy for you." "May I ask what you have in mind?" "No! You will not! And tomorrow you will shop 'til you drop! For the foreseeable future you will dress and makeup as a woman when you are at home and you will undertake a greater level of domestic duties. You are going to be my maid!! You're not fooling me, these requirements are not a punishment; you're thrilled about the idea of dressing. Punishment is on its way -- you will be punished -- you will suffer -- just wait!!" Jay almost had the last word, "Yes dear." "Yes dear what?" "Yes dear, I will do it -- and by the way, I think I'll love it -- love dressing for you and being your maid now and then." "Don't kid yourself, Jay, what you do will be at my behest and for my pleasure or purpose. Whether or not you enjoy it is irrelevant. You are in for punishment; don't take it all so lightly." Jay returned the next day from his shopping expedition, laden and humiliated saying, "Janet, that was so embarrassing, the clerks and checkout people were all sniggering and grinning at me. Please Janet, no more of that." "You should have thought of that when you were dipping your prick in whats're' name's pussy." ************************************ Some 'toys' -- appliances -- goodies had arrived and more were on the way. Jay came home on time as usual now, thoroughly chagrined, contrite and subdued. "Jay, I want you to install these heavy duty rings on our bedroom ceiling, wall and floor. I'll show you where. Then lock these leg irons onto the rings." He shuddered, looked at me crestfallen and asked, "Janet, I know I'm in the dog house but isn't this going a little far?" "Oh, I don't think so, I don't think so at all." The chastity belt had arrived and I was anxious to spring it on him so I wanted the restraints in place. I was still waiting for the fucking machine to arrive; it was costly but I loved the idea of entertaining myself on it while he was chained to the wall. I could just imagine his frustration thinking of me impaled on the vibrating dildo while he was wearing the chastity not even able to get an erection. I had also bought some vaginal and anal vibrators and dildo panties and even a pair of double dildo panties. I was going to have a lot of fun at his expense. That evening Jay installed the rings as instructed but looking very unhappy in the process. I checked the work, it appeared to be quite satisfactory. I locked the cuffs and leg irons onto the rings while Jay watched with increasing nervousness. "Jay, time to shower. You have five minutes. Return naked." Jay scared witless by now quickly took his shower and returned to me. I told him to cuff himself to the cuffs hanging from the wall ring. I then locked the leg irons around his ankles and stood back thoughtfully looking at him. He was anything but happy. I commenced a slow erotic strip in front of him, finally wearing nothing. I gazed into his eyes while I fondled my breasts then my clit. It had the desired effect -- his cock responded with a formidable erection. I lay down on our bed took the tube of KY lube and a rabbit out of my nightstand drawer. I lubed the rabbit and slowly, lovingly inserted it in my vagina. I turned on the rotate function and then the vibration and pushed it farther into my cunt. I started moaning, gasping writhing with ecstasy watching Jay squirm with chagrin and humiliation. Orgasm followed orgasm, shriek followed shriek as my pleasure increased finishing with my collapsing with fatigue and ecstasy. I lay there breathing heavily and gasping for relief. "Oh, God Jay, that was so good. Did you enjoy watching me?" "No, Janet, it hurt...a lot. If you're done please release me." "Shortly, Jay I have one more thing to do, then I will uncuff you." I took a box from the closet, put it on my bed, 'my bed' now, opened it and removed a state of the art chastity belt and showed it to him. He didn't immediately recognize it but I turned it around for him to better see it and explained it's function. It had a stainless steel belt for his waist, holding a shielded penis tube with flexible steel 'belts' for his thighs. The waist belt locked behind him but the thigh belts simply buckled. He was appalled. "Oh my God Janet, please! You're not going to put that thing on me, are you?" "Yes, I am and you are going to wear it whenever you are not with me. That way I will be confident that you can not betray me again." His erection required attention before I could put the belt on him, so...I walked to my vanity table, picked up my straight razor and returned to him, smiling, grinning, waving the razor in the air. The charade had the desired effect and his erection fell quickly. I held the tube portion, lifting it up onto his penis then locked the belt at his back and buckled the thigh belts. I wiggled the affair around a bit to make sure it was firmly in place and tight around his waist so he could not remove it without unlocking. "OK, Jay, I'll unlock your cuffs now so you can go to bed, your bed -- in the guest room." "My God, Janet, you're going beyond vengeance, beyond punishment, you are now into cruel and sadistic." "Jay, what you feel is perhaps a tenth of what I felt when I learned of your betrayal. How do you think I felt week after week knowing you were with another woman, enjoying her body while my body remained home and cold and lonely?" "Janet, I......" "Go to bed Jay." Jay wore the chastity belt under his clothing for the entire week. Each night I made him shower and then stand, sometimes cuffed, watching me orgasm with my sex toys. Sometimes I showered with him, frustrating him further by washing him myself and not allowing him to touch me. By the end of the week I thought he might explode from frustration. We were getting ready for bed and Jay came to me in my bedroom, got down on his knees and asked, "Janet darling, couldn't we take off the chastity and make love together? I really need release." "Sooner or later, when I feel like it", I replied nastily. Subdued, he returned to the guest bedroom. ************************** Another week passed and I was starting to feel the need for his cock. I called him into my bedroom, told him to lie down on my bed so I could cuff him by his hands. I rolled him over, unlocked the belt, unbuckled the thigh restraints, and removed it. He was so relieved, he cried with gratitude. I spread his legs, cuffed them apart and then washed his privates, making a big 'to do' about it. As I washed, he became firmly erect. He smiled at me, said, "please Janet, please do it." My heart melted a little but I couldn't let him know so I just straddled him, lowered myself onto his cock and rummaged away, 'round and 'round, up and down, up and down, squeezed my muscles, scratched his chest. Without warning he came and came and came some more. "Oh crap Jay, I haven't even begun to satisfy myself and you're done already! Damn!" "Oh well, you stay there -- he had no choice -- while I try something else." I got off of him, dug in my toy box, picked out my double dildo panties with the vibrating dildos, showed it to Jay, lubed the cocks, and pulled on the panties, lovingly and with great exaggeration inserted the dildos into my openings. I stood beside the bed, holding my crotch, gyrating with ecstasy all the while looking Jay in the eyes. He closed his eyes, couldn't take it. "Jay! You open your eyes and watch me, damn it!" He turned his head away, kept his eyes closed. I got onto the bed straddled him, lowered myself onto his chest and continued my erotic gyrations. He could feel the vibration from the dildos and his erection revived. I was having so much fun I said to Jay, "Ya'know Jay, this is so good that maybe I should take Myra's advice and castrate you." "Oh God, no, Janet, pleeeease." "OK I won't, at least I don't think I will...but it may depend...." I was just teasing him. However his erection subsided, I uncuffed him from the bed and recuffed his ankles and wrists and he hobbled over to the wall where I cuffed him to the wall so I could replace the chastity. After he was securely locked into his unfriendly restraint I released his wrists and ankles and sent him off to bed. ***************************** He continued to wear the chastity under his clothes, unhappy, frustrated but at least all mine. Finally the fucking machine arrived. I tried it out before he came home. Christ it was awesome! What a fucking! We women don't need men anymore except for taking out the garbage. I could put different size dildos on it, vary the rotation, the vibe speed and even the thrust speed and depth. I have never in my life been so thoroughly fucked! What a gas! Jay will really be frosted; screwed blued and tattooed! I can't wait for the evening entertainment to begin! "I'm home sweetie!", he chirped as he entered, no doubt hoping for relief. "Jay, put on your maid costume, your 5 inch heels and help me with dinner. Set the table for one, you are going to serve. You may eat in the kitchen." Jay trotted off to dress. He called from upstairs, "Jan, why is your door locked, I need some makeup?" "It is locked because I want it locked, do without the makeup." Jay returned, walking carefully in his heels, set the table, poured some wine, returned to the kitchen and waited for instructions. When dinner was ready, he served, each course in turn and then had his dinner in the kitchen. I really didn't like that treatment but it was part of his punishment. "Jay, come to the living room with me, I want your tongue service while I watch the news." He willingly complied, he loved to eat me, lick me, suck my nipples and of course he hoped that such eager compliance would lessen the severity and duration of his punishment. "Jay, you are walking much better in heels now that you have been wearing them at home so regularly. I'm going to get you some with higher heels and yes, I'm going to buy you some special clothing. I'm sure you will like them." Poor Jay could only hope for something nice but what he was going to get were corsets and ballet heels. I loved the idea of photographing Jay in a red corset and black patent ballet heels and his ever present chastity belt. Oh boy! He'll never cheat on me again! "Jay! After you have finished doing the dishes and cleaning up, we'll have a glass of wine and adjourn to my bedroom." Jay finished in no time, we sipped a little wine, he washed the glasses while I went upstairs. I hid the fucking machine under a blanket and waited for Jay. He subsequently entered, curious, perhaps apprehensive and I told him to remain dressed and cuff himself to the ceiling irons. He reluctantly did as he was told and I stripped for him, in front of him, erotically as I could, smiling at him all the while. Naked, I caressed my breasts, fingered my clitoris as he watched with embarrassed dismay. Then! I uncovered that delightful little machine, showed it to Jay and demonstrated its numerous capabilities. Jay was shocked! More than shocked when I impaled myself on it and turned it on, writhing, mewing, crying out, gyrating. An hour later I finally rose from the machine, exhausted, sweating, hardly able to walk but totally satisfied after numerous orgasms. It was an awesome experience! Jay seemed shattered, hung his head, started to weep; I lay down on my bed breathing heavily from the exertion. I rested a while, Jay was still cuffed to the ceiling mounted leg irons. We were both silent for a while, reflecting, reflecting. I wondered whether I had tortured poor Jay enough or if I should continue to assure his compliance and finish his punishment. No, I thought, I had a few more humiliating scenarios for Jay before I would accept him back into my bed. "Jay, that's it for tonight, I'll release you, you may undress and go to bed. Tomorrow, simply resume normal activities, dress normally, keeping your chastity belt on. Make breakfast, go to work as usual. I will breakfast with you. "Janet, I know I failed you, but you are carrying things too far and I may have to think about a divorce. Is that what you want? If you do want to leave me, do so. You have humiliated me, punished me and now you are flaunting yourself, disporting yourself on that damn machine." "Don't threaten me Jay," I replied "I still haven't decided about a divorce so just behave yourself. Sometime soon I will have some new things for you to wear. I think you'll like them, considering that you do like to dress as a lady, especially as a maid. But you must continue to wear the chastity to assure me that you are all mine. I kept Jay in the chastity for the next two weeks without a sex break although I used the machine while he watched. His frustration certainly matched my pleasure -- that machine was truly awesome. The time had arrived for the red corset and ballet heels to be sprung on him. Tuesday night when he arrived home I told him to strip and put on panties and stockings and come to my bedroom. "Jay, cuff yourself to the ceiling irons, I want you stretched somewhat as I put this corset on you." He looked at the new garment with a mix of desire, curiosity, and concern, fearing my intent. I put it on him, lacing it tightly. He moaned a little, I told him to suck it in, I tightened it more. He groaned a lot now, grumbling about how tight and uncomfortable it was. "Well darling, get used to it. You'll wear it a lot, along with your pretty little stainless steel chastity belt and you'll love it. You will learn to love it. In order to please me you will love it!" "Yes dear", he gasped, "but how will my trousers stay up?" "No problem, Jay, I bought you some Larry King suspenders. You'll be right in style." I grinned evilly. "Now come to the bed, lie down and cuff yourself. You know how!" I released him from the ceiling irons, he got into bed, carefully, not used to a corset and cuffed himself albeit reluctantly. "Now darling Jay, the piece de resistance or maybe the coup de grace. I have something new and exciting for you to wear! Ballet boots! Knee high!" I brought them out from under the bed, showed them to him. "Aren't they gorgeous? Exotic! I love them so, perhaps I'll buy a pair for myself. But these are for you and I'll help you put them on!" "Oh no, Janet, I can't possibly wear them, much less walk in them." "You will!", I chirped merrily. I tightened his stockings, pulling them up, refastening the garter snaps and then pulled the boots on him, making him point his toes and feet. I then laced them, tied off the laces and then took two pairs of handcuffs and locked each pair around his ankles so he could not remove the boots. I uncuffed his wrists and said, "OK Jay you like to dress, well, get up and walk. You are going to wear them all weekend. I'm going to love watching you strutting around in your boots and maid's dress, doing cleaning, washing, even cooking. Oh, God am I going to love watching you! But first, Jay, some photos for our memory album. Come over to the wall, cuff yourself and smile!" I took a few pictures of him, just in case... He was anything but happy. He was also having difficulty walking. Of course! He spent the weekend in the boots, getting used to wearing them. The rigor of tormenting Jay was beginning to wear on me and I decided to wind down. One final bit of torment though -- I invited Myra over for afternoon cocktails and told Jay to remain dressed as he was, yes, boots, maid dress, wig and all and to serve us drinks and munchies. He was less than thrilled. Myra came over about four, rang the bell. "Jay, answer the door!", I shouted. "Oh Jesus, Janet, please!!" "Answer the God damned door Jay!!!" He opened the door, admitted Myra. She looked at him, up and down, smirked, said "Well Jay that is one cute ensemble. You really know how to dress. That is a darling little maid's costume and those heels!!! Oh, my they are so...so...high! Show me how you walk Jay! Show me the ballet strut, girl!" I chimed in, "Jay, show Myra your sweet little undergarment, you know, your chastity belt." Jay reluctantly pulled up his dress and pulled down his panties, showing Myra his chastity. "Are you satisfied, Janet?" He whined. I ignored the question, invited Myra to sit and have a drink with us. She could hardly keep her eyes off Jay who was certainly embarrassed beyond measure. "Myra, you will never see Jay like this again. His punishment is nearly over." I decided to terminate his punishment except for the chastity. He continued to wear it for another month being released only twice for a good fucking orgasm. "Darling, would you like to stop wearing the chastity and resume our marriage?" "Oh yes Janet, yes yes and yes. Thank you darling! I will never stray again -- never. Never again will I even look at another woman.' "Yeah, well...." © Janet Baker