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My wife Miki had gotten me a something new to wear. I'm always uneasy
when she finds anything else for me to add to my expanding wardrobe of
female clothes. It's usually something shameful, that's too tight and
leaves too much skin exposed. But what can I do about it? Nothing.
Ever since I foolishly let my chastity fantasy do my thinking for me,
and agreed to have my cock locked up, I've been at her mercy. She
rarely sets me free and, when she does, if she's considerate enough to
permit me to ejaculate, it's always in some way that I don't like. The
best I can hope for is that she'll grant me permission to masturbate,
and then watch me and give instructions, which are mixed in with
criticisms and a bit of verbal abuse.
The last time, I had to kneel in front of the toilet. I was wearing a
micro-mini dress with tons of junk jewelry and way too much make-up. It
made me look like some kind of super-slut. While I was kneeling on the
cold hard bathroom floor, getting no protection from the fishnet
stockings I had on, my only consolation being that I was no longer
walking on the three-inch stilettoes she had made me don -- Miki had
made me parade around the house and, to my dismay, the back porch, while
those shoes made my calves hurt and, being a size too small, pinched my
toes awfully -- while I was kneeling there, she had me stroking myself
in slow motion, I not knowing if she would feel generous enough to let
me spurt.
"Not too fast, nancy-boy," she said amusedly. "Your last chastity
sentence was thirty days. If you rush it, the next one will be sixty.
Is that what you want, girly girl?"
"N... no, Ma'am."
"Damn right, you don't. So just keep wanking nice-and-unhurried. And
since that gives you more time, how about if you play with your nipples
some? Go ahead. Reach in through the arm hole of that trampy dress and
give one of your pleasure points a little pinch, and a squeeze, and some
rubbing. That's right. And if you're a good nancy-boy, I might let you
wet your finger and play with your nippy that way."
"Th... thank you, Miki dearest."
"You SHOULD thank me. I'm too kind to you. And when you do squirt your
cream... IF I say that you can... make sure you get it all into the
toilet bowl. That is, unless you want to lick it off the rim. And the
floor. Is that what you want? I know that nancy-boys like you
appreciate the taste of spunk. And yours has been in your blue balls so
long, has gotten so backed up, that it must be extra rich and creamy by
now. So maybe I should just have you shoot it into your hand and then
lick it alllll up. Yummy yum yum. Is that what you'd prefer, lovebug?"
I had to think, despite how distracted I was, and not say the wrong
thing. So I told her, "If that's what you want, darling, then it's what
I want, too."
"Smart girl. But for right now, let's stick with blasting into the
commode." She chortled. "It seems appropriate, don't you think? I
mean, a married man should be pumping his sperm into his wife's pussy."
She leaned close to hiss into my ear, "Or, after she's given him a long
unrushed blowjob, into her mouth." Then she straightened up and went
on, "But a chastity wimp like you, who asked to be locked up, and wasn't
smart enough to have an agreed-on release time, well, someone like that
deserves whatever they get. For instance, being made into a complete
nancy-boy, which is what I'm doing to you."
"Y... yes, my love," I gasped, fighting not to push myself over the edge
and finish without permission.
"Whoa. You sound like you're going to pop off. Maybe you should just
stop for a few minutes. Do it. But don't stop playing with your
nipple. And now that your wanking hand isn't busy, you can use it to
diddle the other side of your hairless smooth chest. Go ahead, nancy.
Double nippy play."
I did and, of course, my sex drive accelerated. If my hand had still
been on my cock I would have lost all control. Instead, I just kept up
that embarrassing self-stimulation, while my wife gloated over my
disgrace.
Miki said, "You look so tempting down there, like you're waiting for
some guy to sit on the hopper with his pants down, so you can demonstate
that you not only excel at licking pussy, but at sucking cock as well.
Is that how it is, my weakling nancy-boy? Are you feeling faggy right
now?"
I wanted to tell the truth and say no, but my wife expected me to agree
with whatever she said, even if it was outrageous. So I responded,
"Yes, my angel. I'm thinking of having a... a c.... cock in my mouth.
And sucking on it. While I jerk off." She loved to hear me use crude
terms like 'jerk off', instead of something more clinical like
'masturbate'.
"So here's what we'll do. I'm feeling generous so I'll give you a
choice. You can go on telling me how much you crave having a long thick
piece of man-meat between your lips, to suckle on until it hoses lots of
man-milk into your mouth and down your throat, or you can skip doing
that and instead we'll just put the cold pack on your dick, make it
shrink down to almost nothing, just a tiny rosebud, and stuff it back
into its chastity tube again, for however long. What's your decision,
nancy-nancy?"
"I... I'll... say what you want me to say. So I can finish. Jerking
off. Sweetheart."
"No, no, no," she lightly corrected. "You're not saying what your
loving wife wants you to say. You're saying what your nancy-self wants
to say. So you can finish... jerking off... Sweetpants."
"I... okay. Yes. My sugar."
"Than get your wussy hand back on your neglected dick and let's hear
some cocksucker-love-talk. And make it good. Otherwise, it could mean
no finish AND a sixty day chastity sentence. Go to it, Princess Nancy."
Hating every word of it, I began, "I wish there was a man... a real
stud... sitting on this (again, she liked me to demean myself even
further with blunt words) crapper... with his pants down around his
ankles..." I kept stroking myself, humiliated beyond belief by both
what I was doing and by the things I was saying. "... his fat cock,
with a thick head, and a drop of clear pre-cum on the tip, right in
front of me... so I could get my nancy lips around it... and use my
tongue to make him feel good..." It was so terrible that I almost gave
up and accepted the extended term of chastity. "... while I bob my head
up and down... like he's fucking my face... and I'm massaging his big
heavy balls... and already hoping that he can cum more than once... so I
can get a double load... in my tummy."
"Not bad," Miki considered. "But what kind of guy is he? Describe
him."
"He's..." Please don't let me finish before she says it's okay. "...
big and rugged and... strong but not in good shape... hairy, like I'm
not... with an ugly face... talking trash at me..."
"Ohhh. What's the big brute saying, Nancy, queen of the cock gobblers?"
"He's..." (gasp) "... calling me a slut..." (huff, huff) "... and
telling me to take it deeper... into my throat..." (grunt) "... and
threatening to smack me around if I don't do it good. If I don't suck
his big long cock like a complete whore-bitch-tramp."
"Not bad. Now pump harder and squirt your squirt into the water right
now unless you want to go back into chastity with your balls even fuller
than they were when we started. Do it. And thank me while you do."
"Uh. Oh. Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you, my Queen. Thank you for
letting me pump my useless dick... and shoot my dirty seed... into the
toilet where it belongs." Suiting my actions to those words, I finally
launched my ejaculate into the cold water before me. I was
simultaneously relieved and utterly mortified. Plus, it struck me even
before I was done, that this signalled the beginning of another and
possibly longer, span of celibacy. "Thaaaank you so much, darling
dearest."
I sighed. Soon the chastity tube would be back on and I would remain
pathetically a slave to her every wanton appetite and cruel caprice.
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