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Ted finished wiping down the surface of the counter. There! That should pleaseTed's wife, Celeste, hopefully. Today was yet another big day, but he hopedCel would remember first. If not, his dick might just burst out of its littleprison. Ted looked around the kitchen at last. The cabinets were gleaming,the baseboards and floor had been mopped, scrubbed and waxed, the dishwasherand refrigerator had been cleaned out and scrubbed, and the windows had beenwashed. “Teddy? Are you finished in there?” Celeste's lilting tonescaused Ted's dick to surge, as he thought of her in her bikini top and tightjeans. But his cock could only get so excited…suddenly, there was thepain. The PAIN.
Ted's cock was entrapped in an unforgiving metal chastity device, a metaltube and he was not wise in getting big erections. Ted closed his eyes andbegan reciting state capitals to himself. Montgomery, Alabama. “Teddy,are you finished?” Celeste called. “I want to show you my new top!” Pierre,South Dakota. “It's cute and pink, but I think it's too tight aroundmy left boob!” Salem, Oregon. Ted's dick calmed itself a little. Concord,New Hampshire. Ted thought of a homely girl he'd dated from New Hampshire duringhis junior year at Duke. Finally, his penis was small and quiet again. He putthe rag down in the sink, and walked into the living room, where Ted's beautifulwife was reading “Elle” Celeste dropped the magazine on the floor. “Whatdo you think?” Celeste was wearing a small, velvety pink top with a smallNascar emblem on the front. It was not quite a T-shirt, and not quite a blouse.It had quite a plunging neckline. Des Moines, Iowa. But Ted couldn't controlthe returning swelling to his glans, and again he was in pain. Lincoln, Nebraska.Ted, of course was naked, except for the horrid belt.
Celeste began tucking in her shirt, which unfortunately emphasized the necklineby pushing the tops of her breasts out a bit. Celeste breathed deeply, andthe cleavage jiggled a little. Ted unconsciously groped himself, trying tore-adjust the belt so his penis didn't hemhorrage. St. Paul, Minnesota. Albany,New York. “Do you like the top, Ted? Jose gave it to me.” Celestelooked at Ted anxiously. “Do you think it's too tight?” “Oh,no.” Ted managed. “You look just won-wonderful. Miss Celeste, youare just the cutest girl.” Celeste jumped out of her chair and walkedover, giving Ted a big hug. She rubbed her boobs all over his chest, and hisdick began contorting in its metal cell…it was “Soul Train” downthere. Almost unwillingly, Ted's arms came around Celeste, and one hand wentdown to touch her bottom, rounded in the jeans. He squeezed Celeste's bottom,and ground himself into her crotch. WHACK!” Ted's head rang. Celestestood back, hands on her hips. She was furious now. “God damn it Ted…didI say you could feel me up?” Ted looked at the floor, a tear coming downone cheek. “No, Miss Celeste.”
Ted and Celeste had met in high school, when he was a geometry geek and she,the captain of the cheerleaders…she had no time for him. Ten years later,he'd run into her again in Tyson's Corner mall, and discovered that Celestewas poor now, and divorced. Ted had asked her to move in with him, and showedher his nasty metal belt, and his funny magazines…perhaps he shouldn'thave. He should have slept with Celeste at least once, he thought. But nowit was too late. Santa Fe, New Mexico. Now Ted was completely in Celeste'sthrall…he supported Celeste, gave her lots of money, and took care ofthe house and cooking, as well. Celeste's job was to look good for him, andonce a month, if Ted was very, very good, she'd take off his belt and let himhave a very short jerk-off session, while staring at Celeste in whatever snugdress or tight shorts she was in, and the orgasm would be worth all the housework,all the money, all the favors. She was his Princess.
She was unpredictable, sometimes, and it seemed like there were so many rules.Recently, Ted's wife felt that Ted wasn't getting enough sleep, so she'd givenhim an eight o'clock bedtime. This was bad enough, Ted being in bed like afive year old while Cel entertained her young male friends, necking on thecouch in front of Jay Leno, but the way he had to say good night! Celeste hadpurchased some red striped pajamas for Ted, no sleeping in his tee shirt andshorts any more…and he had to come in and kiss her good night…andone night, they'd been entertaining another couple, and five to eight had hit,and Celeste said “It's bedtime, Teddy. Not for you guys…we cansit up and tell some dirty jokes, but Teddy's in bed by eight, go get in yourjimmies, honey.”
Ted tried to hint that maybe since they were with his college buddy and hisgirl, maybe he could just stay up a little later, y'know, for appearances…Celestehad taken Ted by the ear in front of Dave and Kirsten, and boy did Kirs giggle.They'd gone in the bedroom, and Ted had changed into his red striped P.J.'sand then Celeste made him come out and kiss her good night, and say good nightto the astonished Dave and Kirsten…
Ted had gotten pouty, and damned if Cel hadn't pulled him over her knee,pulled down his jimmies, and whipped him with a hairbrush! She'd asked Davefor his belt for the final ten, and Ted was not much of a pain-taker…he'dburst into tears. He'd spent the rest of the evening, not in bed as was theplan, but standing in the corner with his pajama bottoms down and his red bottomon display. Dave and Kirsten had not been back. But Celeste was wonderful!He'd rather spend an evening massaging and waxing Celeste's long legs, withthe cock in surging pain in the belt, than see any old friends, or new oneseither, for that matter.
Now she looked at him, annoyed. “Just a pervert, Ted. That's what Imarried, a fucking perv.” Ted hung his head. “And what a way toact…today of all days.” Ted looked up, panicked. It was true,it was his squirt day. He had not had a release now in two months, as the monthbefore he'd screwed things up by not opening a package she'd sent him at workcontaining the key. Now it had been two months, sixty days, eight weeks, orwas it nine? No, no…he couldn't have screwed it up again. Celeste lookedat Ted's teary, pleading eyes, and chuckled. “No, don't worry honey.I'm not mad at ya. You're not usually such a grabby boy, and you do take careof me.” Celeste walked to her familiar chair and sat down in it, herbreasts shifting in the pink top. Ted sighed. Albany, New York. Or had he alreadydone Albany? Celeste reached into her pocket and brought out the key, and handedit to Ted. Usually, she made him beg for it, pretended to get in tempers or “lost” it,but tonight seemed to be his night. Ted put the key in the lock and began toturn it, grinning.
“Wait!” Ted stopped and looked up. “I forgot something” Celesteheld a finger up, the long red nail twirling a bit. Celeste reached into herhandbag sitting by the chair and brought out some handcuffs. “Turn around,honey.” Ted was stunned. “What, but it's my time—will I cum?” Handcuffswere a new thing in their play. Sometimes Cel did tie his hands when she waswashing the belt, to make sure Teddy didn't diddle himself, but that was afterhis monthly. But he obeyed orders. After Ted was cuffed, he turned around again,and Celeste carefully removed his belt, and Ted's dick shot up, looking a littleprecum-soaked. “Aaw, Teddy.” Celeste looked terribly concerned.She took a tissue out of her hand bag and began wiping the liquid off the headof Ted's dick, and of course this generated more liquid, dribbling out of thetip. Ted watched Celeste's long nails and soft fingers manipulate his penis,and it surged. This was the first time she'd ever touched his penis, he thought.And they were married now! It was about time. Ted watched Celeste's cleavage,which seemed somewhat squeezed in the top, as the energetic and quite softfingers played along his glans. Ted quickly inhaled breath as Celeste wipedhim clean, gave him a final stroke and dropped his penis in mid air.
He had to be very careful, Ted. Of late, it seemed like Celeste was lessgenerous with his monthly orgasm—making him earn it, for instance. He'dlost his squirt day one month because Cel had made Ted kneel naked holdinga tray out with two glasses filled to the rim with water. “Honey, I wantyou to do this, just for two hours…if you drop any water from once glass,you can't cum this month, if you drop both glasses you can't cum next month…butif you can hold the glasses for two hours, I'll let you cum twice.” Tedhad made it an hour and forty-five minutes, his knees numb on the hardwoodfloor, his arms held out stiffly. He'd once had to do this with a rifle inR.O.T.C., but only for twenty minutes…Ted was so close, and then Celestewalked by in her denim shorts, turned around, pulling down the pants quickand giving Ted a big moon. Two months of celibacy followed, plus another fortnightbecause when the second glass fell, some of it got on Celeste's leather sandals.Another month Cel had had Teddy wash her lingerie by hand in a bowl on thefloor…an hour time limit, and he just couldn't get the “ring aroundthe collar” out of her best blouse, and the date had been extended twelvedays.
Now, Ted was standing, humiliated as always, as Celeste stuck her tongueout at his penis, as it waved it back and forth, and thought about how embarrassedhe felt. “Now what?” Ted asked sheepishly. He could never get overhow embarrassed it made him to stand naked before his beautiful, clothed wife..andwhy were his hands cuffed? “Miss Celeste, I can't stimulate myself withmy hands gone.” Ted said piteously. Celeste pulled her top tighter, gigglingat Ted's bouncing erection. “You're right, Teddy. What you need is friction…butdon't you get sick of the sameness of your hand?” Ted's stomach leaped.Was she going to screw him? Or blow him? Jerk him off? Unlike the tease/denialgirls in his websites and magazines, Celeste didn't touch Ted's dick if shecould help it, at least when it was bare… could this be changing? Celestesmiled, and stood up, taking Ted by the shoulders and guiding him to his knees,and down on the hardwood floor.
Now Ted was lying on his stiff penis on the floor, with his hands cuffedjust above his naked bottom. All he could see of Miss Celeste were her highheeled pumps. This one, he thought, was weird. “You ready to get somefriction, Teddy?” “Yes, ma'am.” Ted was muffled by the floor. “Startrubbing.” Celeste's laugh tinkled above Ted. “Rubbing? What doyou mean?” What the hell, Ted thought. “Rub your wee-wee againstthe floor, honey. This is a new one for you…are you afraid of splinters?Wait.” The pumps moved away, and came back and Ted saw one glorious kneeas Celeste knelt beside him. She reached over, lifting his crotch, and pulleda white fluffy towel between penis and floor. “Now, Teddy…humpthat floor.” There was a chuckle in Celeste's voice. “What do youmean? I want to play with myself.” Ted was arguing into the hardwood. “I'veearned it! Please Miss Celeste.” Ted felt Celeste's pump kick his shouldernot too gently. “Darling, remember last time? You complained so much,your time ran out…”
Ted sighed, and tears came into his eyes. He began humping the towel. Thecuffs bit his hands as he tried to pull out of the bracelets, but he focusedon rubbing his swollen dick, engorged with sixty days of backed up arousal,against the fuzzy towel. Ted pushed his erection back and forth, and up anddown, and the friction was there…but he wished he could look at MissCeleste. “I want to look at you when I cum, Miss Celeste” “Oh,you've seen this old girl before, Teddy, Hump, it's doing you good.” Shewas right, the cock was pushing hard against the towel, and Ted felt more andmore excited. It was bringing him off, but it was indeed an unusual experience.But could it get worse? Ted heard the door open, and Travis' voice. He hada key to Ted's house? “What's this, Celeste, honey?” Travis' voicewas quite amused. Travis was one of Celeste's on again, off again boyfriends…Tedhated him. “Looks like this boy's trying to grind hisself into the floor.”
Celeste laughed. Ted could see her polished toenails as she walked towardsTravis' boots. Both of them clothed, and how ridiculous he felt, naked as ajaybird, fornicating with a damned towel. “Well, he's got to get hisrelease too, Travis. I made you come eight times yesterday, and you made mecum about thirteen…Teddy's got his due, too, don't you sweet-ums.” Tedbit his lip. He wanted to kill them both, but even the derision didn't stophim from humping…
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