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CHASTE NANCY-BOY HUSBAND by Throne
My wife Miki was still in bed. I had been up for an hour, putting
coffee on to brew and making sure there was a clean champagne glass in
case she wanted me to make her a mimosa. I went quietly down the
hallway in my short apricot-colored camisol and hip-hugger panties, with
fuzzy bunny slippers on my feet. Peering into the bedroom I saw her
stretched out on her back with the covers alongside her, naked except
for dark stockings. She is a petite Asian-American and I'm instantly
aroused just by looking at her, even when she's fully clothed. Seeing
her the way she was, however, was like being injected with a triple dose
of some exotic aphrodesiac.
I stood there with my hands on my ribcage, fingers almost on my nipples.
What I wanted to do was to touch myself there and elevate my excitement
even more. But that would be a bad idea. Why? Because my lovely bride
has me in chastity. And that's my own fault. Nearly a year ago, when
she got home early from a trip to the mall, she walked in on me while I
was purusing captioned pictures of women talking to men who had their
penises locked in chastity devices. Miki stole up behind me and peered
over my shoulder. I was in such a trance that I didn't even hear her.
That would have been bad enough, but I also had my pants opened and my
hard cock in my hand.
Instead of being upset or insisting that I stop, she whispered my name
softly and, once I realized she was there, began to caress my neck. My
wife showed an interest in what I was looking at and that thrilled me.
The fantasy of being put into chastity and teased was my secret dream.
Miki blew into my ear and said she would love to try it but with one
condition, which was that I would have to go along with her fantasies.
How bad could that be? We had always been pretty conservative in bed.
Our lovelife was mainly straight ahead intercourse. She had always
wanted me to perform orally on her but I was never comfortable with the
idea. Maybe that was what she longed for and, though I didn't relish
the possibility, it might still be worth it for me to get what I wanted.
So I agreed. We went on line and found a pink plastic chastity tube
that she wanted to order. I said it was too unmanly and that I would
prefer one of the metal ones. Miki made it very clear, in a few short
sentences, that if I wanted to have my desires fulfilled, it had to be
on her terms. Well, I wasn't going to turn back then, so I reluctantly
agreed to 'go pink'. Even then I didn't suspect what her ultimate goals
were. What can I say? I was too caught up in my own dream scenario.
At the same time, she had me give her the web addresses of my favorite
chastity sites so she could do some 'research'.
We ordered the sex toy and I waited anxiously for it to arrive. Miki
said we shouldn't do anything sexual until it got there, but she seemed
to go out of her way to tease me with her body, always wearing tight and
revealing clothes and, at bedtime, putting on filmy babydoll nighties
that drove me to distraction. She even insisted on us snuggling, and
while we were pressed together she would tell me in a quiet dreamy voice
how eager she was for us to play chastity games.
Our order arrived and she had me open the box. When I got out the
device she made me strip and hold it up against my cock, which rapidly
stiffened, just from how close I was to realizing my fantasy. I'm six
inches hard but when I'm soft all I have is just a nubbin, kind of like
the head without a shaft. She toyed with my member until I was aching
for release. Then she announced that we were going to do two things.
First I would go to the bathroom and get a disposable razor she had
bought and some shaving cream, so I could remove all of my pubic hair,
not that I had that much to begin with. It turned out that the razor
was meant for a woman and so was the scented cream. That bothered me
but, again, I wasn't about to protest. She supervised while I shaved
myself and then told me that the other thing we needed to do was for me
to go and get an ice pack, which she had purchased and put into the
freezer, to put on my crotch and eliminate my erection.
Very soon it was done and she slipped the tube onto me. My head was
spinning. I was nude and she was still fully dressed. Miki took a
small heart-shaped, red padlock from her dresser drawer and put it
through the chastity tube, but didn't lock it. She said that was for me
to do, to signal my willingness and cooperation. I sort of liked that
idea. It played into a lot of the captions I had read. I was already
picturing me locked up, the two of us sharing lots of foreplay, and then
her releasing me so we could have fantastic sex. It didn't go quite as
I had planned.
Once I had locked myself up she began the foreplay, alright, and it was
incredibly good. Miki was all over me. I waited for her to get out of
her clothes but she didn't. I was beginning to feel somewhat helpless.
When I hinted that maybe she should unlock me she got a devilish grin on
her pretty face.
"But baby, I don't have the key. Not to worry, though. It's in a safe
place. Where? That's for me to know and you to find out. Maybe I gave
it to one of my girlfriends to hold, like in some of those captions you
love. Hmmm? Maybe my cousin Lia has it. Ohhhh," she said as if
suddenly thinking of something unfortunate. "But she doesn't like you
much. Oops. She might not even want to give it back. But we can worry
about that later. Right now it's time for me to have my fun. Remember?
I get to act out my fantasies, too."
I was resigned to having to use my mouth on her pussy. It wouldn't be
too bad and, I reminded myself, she probably wouldn't want that after
she discovered how vigorously I would use her once I got free of the
chastity. But she still wasn't getting out of that snug sleeveless top
that showed off her small breasts so well. I could see that she didn't
have on a bra and that her nipples were hard. And she wasn't making any
move to slip out of those tight slacks that hugged her narrow but
shapely hips and pert oval buttocks.
Miki went to her dresser once more, opened a drawer, and took out... a
pair of panties? I was shocked. Sure, some of the captions I came
across had women making guys dress girly, even turning them into
sissies, but why would my bride want to do that? I mean, when we had
sex I did put my pleasure first. And I was no longer as romantic as I
had been when we were dating or first married. I even recalled
belatedly how she liked some of the movies that ran on cable, comedies
that involved crossdressers, watching them more than once. But I had
never suspected that she might want to put ME into feminine lingerie.
Or to do anything else like that. But I was soon to learn better.
She handed me the panties and told me to get into them. I don't have
much body hair but she mentioned that soon it would all be gone. When I
started to object she simply reached out, took the chastity tube in her
hand, and smiled mischievously.
"You know," she said, "I sure hope I don't forget what I did with that
key. Wouldn't it be terrible if that happened?" She used the fingers
of her other hand to begin toying with my nipples. Left. Right. Left.
Right. I was panting and rocking my head forward and back. "So if you
don't want to end up with your cock under lock and key until I can jog
my memory, which might take a long time, you had better get into those
panties pronto."
As I stood there quaking, drawing the silky material up my legs, feeling
how gently it slid over my skin, she continued to smile. My sense of
control over the situation was evaporating. Being locked left me so
vulnerable, especially with the key not being immediatly available.
Probably it was somewhere in the room, I assured myself, and she was
only playing with my mind. But if it wasn't, if there was no way for me
to obtain it, I was in an awful fix.
Once I was in the panties and she had smoothed them over my trapped
penis, pushing the cock cage down to minimize the bump it made, causing
me to appear even less manly down there, she gave me a light kiss on the
cheek.
"Now," she went on happily, "let's talk about how you're going to walk
while you're in panties. And sit. And talk. This is going to be
delightful. At least, it is for me." She giggled. "Maybe not so much
for you, my newly minted nancy-boy. But that's the way this game is
going to be played."
All at once I understood just how helpless I was. My penis imprisoned
in that short narrow tube. No way to get free. With a wife who could
put me under her erotic spell -- and keep me there -- without barely
trying. And now she was willing to try very hard, to use her power over
me to the maximum. And to feminize me, I feared, much more than just by
having me shave my pubes and don panties. Like I said, that was nearly
a year ago. Quite a lot has happened since. Let's fast forward back to
recently, when I was watching her inviting body spread out on the
bedsheet, those black stockings contrasting so seductively with her pale
legs. The rest of her exposed to my lusting gaze.
Miki opened one eye and said lazily, "How's my chastity boy? My cute
nancy-boy? Have you been thinking about me, sweetie? I know you have.
Let's see you drop those panties to half mast so can check to see that
everything's ship-shape in your no-hard-on zone."
I meekly did as I was told, lowering the panties to the middle of my
smooth hairless thighs and then staying still for her inspection. In no
hurry, she yawned and stretched, then sat up on the edge of the bed,
legs slightly parted, letting me see her lightly furred mound and the
strip of pink that was her narrow, unprotruding pussy lips.
She said, "What's the matter, baby? You're staring at my love nest. Do
you think it's wise for you to do that? I mean, with your dick in penis
prison? Mmm? Shouldn't you be avoiding looking at me? Not thinking
about how nice it would be to put yourself inside me? Not imagining how
warm and wet and welcoming it would feel? I mean, how long has it been
since the last time you were released?"
That was not something I wanted to discuss. It was shameful to have to
stay chaste based on her whims, and also on the fact that it stimulated
her to do it to me.
I answered hesitantly, "Almost a m... mon... month. Darling."
"That's my good nancy-boy. I like that respectful tone and you
remembered to add on a term of endearment. What a honey you are. Or at
least, what a honeypie you've become since I've kept you locked. No
wonder I've been letting you out less and less often. Why, if you keep
on the way you are, being so docile and cooperative, and looking and
acting so femmish, I might NEVER want to go and get that key and use it.
Who could blame me? Right?"
"Y... yes, dearest." I stood there wringing my hands.
"I mean, you have become such an expert at licking me. While you're at
work on weekdays, I'm anticipating your return, and putting you into a
cute outfit, and ordering you into the bedroom, and getting your pretty
face between my thighs, and feeling you lick and lick and lick and suck
and kiss and lick, lick, lick some more. I have become absolutely
addicted to it. You wouldn't want me to give up that, would you?"
"N... no, dear."
"Are we getting sulky, nancy-boy? Are we? Because it was you who had
the chastity fantasy. It was you who agreed to be locked up. It was
you who let himself ... or maybe I should say 'herself'..." She
tittered at that. "... let herself be turned into someone who could
pass as my lesbian lover. I mean, when you're locked it's almost as if
you're not a man. Like you don't even own a cock. I guess you could
say that now I own your penis. And you try so hard to please me with
your tongue, in the desperate hope that I'll unlock you sooner, and
maybe, instead of just teasing you until you're cross-eyed from it, and
then locking you up again, I might even allow you to empty your poor
blue balls." She chuckled. "But for right now, let's get you busy with
the pussy kissing, and labia licking, and clitty sucking. Whew. I'm
wet just from talking about it. Time for me to have multiple orgasms,
nancy-boy. Triple-O's. Maybe quadruple. And for you..." She held up
her hand and pretended to count. "... none."
END OF PART ONE
(Much of the chastity inspiration for this story came from the caption
site, icewolfchastity.blogspot.com. It doesn't feature much on
feminization but there's some, and everything on the blog is very well
done. You should visit there and perhaps leave a comment. Tell them
Throne sent you.)
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