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Being locked in chastity can do plenty to a man. The longer he can't get
free, the bigger the changes.
"What do you think of these?" Bella wanted to know. "They're called Date
Panties. 'Cheeky' style. Because they leave my butt cheeks showing."
The curvaceous woman turned around so her husband could see the rear
view. He opened and shut his mouth, throat so dry he couldn't speak. She
was extremely sexy, with her long red-brown hair, generous bust, full
hips, and gorgeously rounded bottom. The tiny panties showed off that
last feature to great advantage. Also, they were the only thing she was
wearing.
"Well?" she said. "What do you think, Bunny? Hmmm?"
Her shaken up husband stood there gaping at her. She asked him if HE
would like a pair of date panties for himself. That brought him back
into the present moment. Bobby, who she had renamed Bunny, looked down
at himself. He had on a filmy top with a scalloped collar. It was the
upper half of a set of bedroom lingerie. She hadn't given him the
matching panties, however, because she didn't want to cover the pink
tube that contained his penis. The rigid sheath was short and narrow
enough that he couldn't get an erection, something he was very aware of
as he continued to stare at her.
His distress registered with Bella and she giggled, walked over to him,
and took his face between her palms. "Poor baby. Poor Bunny. Poor baby
Bunny. Are you having second thoughts about letting me put you into that
pretty pink chastity device? Are you?"
He put his hands self-consciously over his crotch, which was shaved
hairless like the rest of his body and his face. Bunny mewled softly,
sadly. He swallowed to get some moisture into his throat and then said,
"I'm sorry. I mean, I'm not but..." His eyes, adoring yet worried, met
hers. He went on, "I mean, I wanted to be put into chastity. You know
that. And I was willing to go along with being dressed this way, if it
meant you would lock me up. But... but..."
"But what, baby Bunny? But you didn't think I'd be so enthused about
playing your chastity game after I made you close the lock on your pink
prison? You didn't think I'd find oral sex SO much better than that
boring old penetration that I used to put up with? Did you forget that
you always finished quickly? Much too quickly? Quick like a bunny? Has
it been rough on you, these past months, being locked up almost
constantly?" She chuckled as she reached out to rub his nipples through
the soft and slippery material of the barely-there top. Bunny whimpered
and pressed his thighs together involuntarily.
"Pleeease," he moaned. "Don't tease me like that."
"Not like that? How would you like me to tease you instead? Or would you
rather I took you out of chastity? I could, you know. I'd unlock you,
slip that nasty old tube off your handsome cock, and show you a
wonderful time in bed. Except that you've been so antsy, loving that I'm
playing the chastity games you crave, but super horny because I've kept
you out of action for longer than you expected. How long has it been
this time, Bunny boy?"
"Y... you know."
"Of course I do. But I want to hear you say it."
"It's been th... three weeks."
"Right. With seven more days to go before you're eligible for parole.
The sentence you agreed to was one month, love Bunny. Isn't that what
you wanted? Or was that length just your fantasy? Did you imagine that
I'd miss penetration so much that I'd relent?" She continued toying with
his nipples, making him writhe and murmur. "I'm sure you wouldn't want
to go back on what you agreed to. Would you?"
"N... no."
"Well, then, let's have fun with MY part of the deal we made. The part
where I turn you into my girlfriend for nights of unrestrained
pleasure." She laughed at her clever way of saying that, then turned to
the dresser where she had cosmetics, perfume and accessories spread out,
ready to be used.
First Bella picked up an old-fashioned atomizer that was full of an
especially flowery scent. She held it under her spouse's chin and
sprayed some into the hollow of his throat. Then she applied just a
whiff to the inside of each of his wrists. Finally, just to be funny,
she made him lift his chastity out of the way so she could spray the
fragrance onto his bald scrotum. He didn't want to smell like some silly
girl who didn't know how to limit her use of perfume, but that's what
his bride liked to make him almost resemble.
Next she picked up lip gloss, flavored-and-colored strawberry, and
applied it liberally to his mouth. Pleased with the results, she moved
on to eye shadow and liner, using them sparingly so that he still looked
like a guy, but a very feminized one. Bella leaned close to give him an
air kiss. She gripped his slender upper arms and pulled him toward her
so that her large warm breasts pressed against his narrow chest. He took
a deep breath, then licked his lips without thinking, so that he got a
good taste of the gloss.
"Now you're SURE, right? You don't want to cheat on the agreed period of
time? I mean, it must be SO hard for you." She paused and put on a
thoughtful expression, than said, "Oh, wait. It CAN'T be hard for you. I
mean, your dick can't. Not all the way. That tube is just too darned
small. And I'm so naughty, parading around in these super-sexy panties,
with my boobies exposed." She leaned closer, as if he needed to be
reminded of the magnificence of her bust. "But then, it's not about what
you want, anyway. Is it? No, it's all about satisfying my whims. And my
desires." She chortled. "So my horny little Bunny will just have to stay
in that tight tube and have blue balls until I say otherwise."
He nodded his agreement and whispered, "Yes, dear."
Finally she selected some heels for him, only two inches high because
that was still his limit. But they were zebra patterned, like something
a hooker might select. Bella had him strut around in that shameful
outfit, his chastity tube moving slightly with each careful step. She
instructed him to put more swish in his hips and to roll his shoulders.
Soon she had him walking in an exaggeratedly girly style. His eyes
begged her not to make him remain in the role of her lesbian lover, but
she had no intention of granting him his wish.
"Let's go to the kitchen," she decided. "I feel like a glass of wine.
You may pour for me."
They walked through the house and Bunny was horrified to see that the
curtains on the large picture window in the living room were opened
wide. They had to pass right in front of there. Worse, when he was in
the most visible location, Bella told him to stop for an inspection.
Bunny hated when she committed small indignities like that on him. In no
hurry, the stunning woman, still clad only in panties, heedless that she
too might be seen from outside, circled him, brushing her plump
fingertips over his neck, shoulders, and upper back. He squirmed but did
not move away.
At last she said, "Oh, I didn't pick any extras to go along with that
lovely perfume and attractive make-up. You wait right there while I go
back and select something. I won't be a minute."
Actually, she was about five minutes. He heard her open her cell phone
and then speak in a hushed voice. He hoped desperately that she wasn't
calling... him. A car drove by on the street out front and its
headlights momentarily glared through the window, making Bunny twice as
afraid that he would be spotted. Mrs. MacGruder lived directly across
from them. If that blowsy middle-aged harpy noticed him standing there,
she would talk to Bella and want to hear the entire story. Bunny knew
she was heartless because everyone gossiped about how she dominated her
meek husband Carl. The unfortunate little man had been under her thumb
for two decades. And she showed more than normal interest in the hunky
guy who did her landscaping.
When Bella reappeared, her husband was relieved. He just wanted to get
away from that window. She had chosen a small bow which she clipped into
his short hair, just above his right ear. He followed her the rest of
the way to the kitchen, eager to be out of sight. She had him take the
wine from the fridge. It was a modest pinot grigio. He got a tall,
stemmed glass and poured carefully. She reminded him to concentrate on
his posture, to make sure it was appropriately girlish at all times, but
especially when he was performing any sort of duty for her. Bella took a
sip and sighed approvingly. Bunny watched with envy. She denied him
wine, coffee, sweets and especially beer. In the past he had enjoyed an
occasional bottle of imported ale, as much to savor its rich taste as to
demonstrate his masculinity. Now he wasn't even allowed to wear anything
made of flannel or denim -- though she had said that if he was a good
girl she might buy him a pair of cut-off dungaree shorts, telling him he
would look cute in Daisy Dukes.
Bunny had to stand by obediently, like a servant, while she unhurriedly
finished her drink. She pushed her chair back and patted her lap. He
went to her and sat himself gingerly on her broad thighs. She gave him a
chaste kiss on the cheek and blew in his ear, then whispered
seductively, "What would you like to do now, Bunny? Are you ready for
some fun?"
Being in such intimate contact with her body, he felt his need for
release rise even higher. His penis strained against its smooth cage but
the effort was futile. Bunny nibbled his lower lip and tried not to look
as frustrated as he felt. Being in chastity for that long can do strange
things to a man, make his mind pliable, and allow a woman to mold his
psyche into something new. Bella rubbed his bare belly, letting her
mischievous fingers drift lower, to where his pubic hair used to be. She
touched his chastity lightly and repeated her question.
"I..." Bunny took a steadying breath. "I'm ready for some fun," he
managed to say, making his voice as sultry as he could. She had taught
him to respond this way, to make it convincing, and to follow through --
if he didn't want to be punished. The memory of his most recent
spanking, just the night before, was much too fresh in his mind. He
rubbed up against his wife, thrilling to the way her large breasts
rolled against him. His hands went to her hips and stroked them, which
just added to the unwanted stimulation of his imprisoned member. He
fought to keep his mind on what he was doing and adjusted his position
so he could lower his face and fasten his mouth over her nipples and
suck. Left and right. Left and right. Bella purred and stroked his hair,
telling him he was her sweet girlfriend.
Bunny couldn't stop thinking about his trapped penis. He honestly loved
the idea of being kept in chastity by his desirable wife. But somewhere
along the line he had lost control of the fantasy and now he was
disturbingly deep into the mental slavery she had initiated. It chilled
him to realize how far she had brought him in such a short time. Since
the pink tube had arrived, rush-shipped after they ordered it on-line,
and she had made him put it on, he had been slipping further and further
into her trap. He continued to love the idea of chastity, but the
reality now unnerved him.
At the same time, her desire to dress him in lacy lingerie had robbed
him of any ability to stand up to her. And the way she repeatedly
reminded him of his past poor performances in bed, that also left him
feeling inadequate. Any chance he had to regain his male pride was
eliminated by her taking the lead in their physical relations, the way
she was doing now. Bella bit his neck and tweaked his vulnerable
nipples. She licked his ears and put her finger deep into his mouth,
making him suck on it. All of that drove him into a frenzy of unrelieved
neediness. He arched his back, thrusting out his chest. She took the cue
and, wetting her fingers, reached under his meager covering to diddle
his nipples and push him even further.
Once Bunny started to 'ask for it' that way, not only pushing out his
upper body, but simultaneously grinding his bottom down on her, she knew
he was primed for the main event. The controlling woman slid him off of
her, allowed him to get shakily onto his feet (or rather his heels), and
stood alongside him. She took him by the hand and led him back toward
the bedroom. Besotted with pleasure, his body heat making the cloying
perfume spread its aroma, he followed wordlessly. She stood by the bed
and told him to 'kiss my butt'. Wanting only to please her, with the
unrealistic hope that she would remove his chastity and allow him some
release, he sank to his knees and planted his lips repeatedly on her
wide sitter. She helpfully jutted out her bottom and even reached around
to grasp his ears, so she could pull his features tightly against her
cheeks. He was still being her lesbian lover and delivering ardent
kisses when they heard the front door of the house open.
There were heavy footsteps and, moments later, she saw her lover's tall,
broad-shouldered form filling the doorway to the room. He grinned at her
and said, "Isn't that a pretty picture. Glad to see you've found
something your wimp hubby is good for."
She grinned back and said, "Hey, Turk. Glad you rushed right over. I'm
wearing those Date Panties you got me, so I figured we should have a
date. On the bed."
He laughed, went to her and, while her husband continued to kneel and
worship her ass, the big man kissed her deeply, his large rough hands
roaming over her impressive curves. She responded by cupping one hand
over the manly bulge in the crotch of his denim jeans and rubbing the
other up and down the front of his flannel shirt. He told her, "Let me
get out of these work shoes and we can party all night."
"Just sit on the side of the bed, stud. Let my sissy husband take those
dirty old shoes off for you."
She stepped away from Bunny, exposing his red face and still puckered
lips. He looked up at the towering Turk and cringed visibly. The swarthy
intruder reached down and gave the side of Bunny's face a few playful
slaps. "You heard the lady, you little pervert." Turk sat. "Get those
shoes off my feet so I can get out of these pants... so I can screw your
wife. She sure as hell doesn't want you fumbling all over her and
shooting off before you even get all the way inside." He looked away
from Bunny and locked eyes with Bella, telling her, "This arrangement is
working out so well, we might NEVER want to let pansy boy out of his
lock box."
The sexy woman tittered at is remark and sat alongside him. While Bunny
struggled to unknot Turk's thick shoelaces, the couple mashed their
mouths against each other and made their tongues dance together. Turk
pawed Bella's naked breasts. On the floor, Bunny kept working but wished
he could run to another part of the house and hide. This was the
ultimate shame, he told himself. They ignored him and continued swapping
spit. He sniffled and got the first shoe undone. Eventually he had them
both untied and then went to work at the laces in the eyelets to loosen
them, and at last was able to tug the shoes off those size 12
extremities.
Bella got onto her back and lifted her hips so Turk could gently slide
her Date Panties down her shapely legs. He sneered at Bunny and barked,
"Let's go, Pink Lips. Get me out of these pants. NOW." Turk unbutton his
shirt while the helpless husband undid his wide leather belt and
unfastened his pants. With shaking fingers he lowered the fly and
cautiously eased the fitted jeans down those muscular legs. Turk wore
boxer shorts, something Bunny hadn't been permitted to put on since he
made his one-sided arrangement with his bride. The dusky man stepped out
of his pants and snapped at Bunny to remove his socks. Turk tossed aside
his shirt. That left only the shorts. Bunny reached for them and hooked
his fingers under the waistband. He blinked nervously as he began
lowering them, revealing abundant black pubic hair.
There were a breathless few seconds as Bunny paused to delay the
inevitable. Acting out her scenario of having him be a male lesbian
would have been preferable to this. He was humiliatingly aware that he
was facilitating the ravishment of his wife, while she kept his
throbbing penis locked away, the key hidden somewhere in the house.
Bunny pulled down the boxers and Turk's exceptionally long, virile cock
sprang free. Soon he was as naked as the woman who was hungrily
anticipating what was to come. Bella spread her legs when he knelt
between them. He smiled down at her and she said, "Let's do it, Turk.
I've been looking at my failure of a husband for the last two days,
wishing you were here instead of him. I'm tired of chasing his sissy ass
around, getting him to do his chores, and having to swat him every three
minutes. The only fun I have with Mr. Panties is trying different
outfits on him."
"Yeah?" Turk said as he pressed his firmness against her yieldingness.
"Isn't there one other thing he's good for?"
She chuckled. "Well, sure there is. You know that. When you're not here
and I get too hot to wait for you, I have to use Bunny there as my
lezzie love toy. She's such an eager eater when it comes to my wet
pussy. I mean, once she gets started I can't stop her. At least, not
until I've had a bunch of orgasms."
Turk pushed his tool into her, all the way up to his weighty balls, in
one easy movement. "You're pussy's plenty wet right now. You won't need
that machine-mouth to get off this time."
"I know, babe. But I've been thinking about another use for for her
tongue." She gasped as he began to pump in earnest. Her legs wrapped
around him and she met his plunges with upward heaves of her hips.
Bunny could only remain where he was, on his knees, in that nearly
transparent top, at the perfect eye level to watch them copulate like
untamed animals. They went on and on, changed position, and started
over. The lovers were tireless. And inventive. Bunny gaped at the
action, his balls hurting, his face flushed. Without meaning to, he
began to caress the minimal covering he wore. Then his fingers strayed
to his nipples and he teased himself uncontrollably. He reached down
with one hand and clutched his chastity, massaged his balls, groaned,
and felt the arrival of the clear fluid that he leaked at times like
these. His wife teased him about that, calling him Drippy Dotty. He
tried not to cry as the savage lovemaking led to a quaking climax for
Bella. While Bunny's great shortcoming had been a total lack of control,
Turk's valuable asset was that he could refrain endlessly from
ejaculating. Bunny was so envious. If he could do that, it would be him
up there on the bed, possessing Bella's irresistible body.
After what must have been an hour, they were doing it doggy style, and
Bella was flung into her second noisy finish. But this time Turk didn't
slow down afterwards. Instead, he redoubled his efforts, driving her
into a third orgasm, at the same time that he let himself go and emptied
his heavy balls into her. The stayed at a peak of passion, his fingers
digging into her plush hips, and then began to come down slowly. In the
end they were lying side by side, their breathing returning to normal.
That was when Bella said, "Hey, Turk. Remember a little while ago, when
I said I had a new use for my lesbian lover's talented mouth? I want her
to make sweet girl-on-girl love to me right now."
"You mean, like, without you getting washed up? Down there?"
"That's right, stallion. I want her to eat my pussy. And to clean it up
at the same time. You dumped such a load in there that I'm overflowing."
Turk sat up and glowered at Bunny. "You heard the lady. Get up here,
candy ass, and do the only thing you're any good for in bed. Show her
messy slit how much you love it. Be her lez lover and lick up every drop
of my spunk." The brutish man's eyes glowed with sadistic delight. He
was getting aroused by the idea of forcing the lesser male to comply.
Bunny gagged but started to climb onto the mattress. He moved close to
his target and lowered his face, tongue already extended, eyes pleading
for a reprieve that would never come. Hating every second of it, wishing
he could go back to just his chastity obsession and lose the girly look
and... this, he began to lick up the oozy cream. It was disgusting but
he had to continue. At the same time, he was getting his wife excited
again. Even after three climaxes. Bunny kept consuming what seemed like
an endless supply of cum and Bella started to jerk her hips and push
them harder into his face. Turk put a powerful hand on the back of
Bunny's neck to make sure he didn't slow down. Swallowing sperm and
lapping simultaneously, the defeated husband brought his spouse to a
loud orgasm.
"Omigod," she said between deep breaths. "That was the best. Deep solid
finishes from your huge cock, Turk. And then a bonus one from Bunny's
well-trained tongue." She sighed. "I want to do it like that ALL the
time."
"Sure, babe," her stud assured her. "I got off on grabbing his skinny
neck and holding him there. And the way his sissy ass was sticking up,
it kind of gave me some ideas. Looked almost like a real girl, if you
know what I mean."
She said, "You're saying that while he's going down on me, cleaning up
one mess from you, he might get another load shot up his ass? That would
be too damned funny. And after that, I'll bet he would never dare to
whine about anything I do to him."
"Or anything I do, either," Turk added. "And I might do a lot."
Quaking with fear from what he was hearing, Bunny slipped off the bed.
To try to placate them, he knelt silently at the foot of the mattress.
The couple turned their faces toward each other and kissed tenderly.
Bunny could only stay where he was, running his hands over his
diaphanous bit of covering, almost as if he was beginning to want to be
dressed that way. Because -- again -- being locked in chastity can do
amazing things to a man. Or a former man.
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