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Indulgence
Chapter 1
"Ok, we can try it out," my wife said with no particular enthusiasm. I've
been interested in chastity and femdom as long as I can remember and
while the topic had come up a couple of times in our marriage, we never
ended up actually trying it out. Until now. The topic came up while
watching a TV show about voluntary chastity. I asked out of the blue if
we should try out chastity where she would lock me up and my wife
suddenly agreed!
We've been married for a couple of years now. Happily I'd say. I was
always the more eager one in the bedroom. Not like my wife didn't enjoy
sex or that we didn't have great sex. She was just never as eager as I
was. We have one of those open, trusting, and loving relationships.
Basically all you need to be happy. However, I've always had this itch of
something more, something to spice things up a bit and tickle my
fantasies.
So, there we were, my wife locking my dick in a chastity cage I'd
purchased some time before. "I was considering giving you some release
before, but since I'm already indulging you, I thought the better of it,"
she smiled. She had some trouble getting my penis into the cage as I was
getting thoroughly excited by the whole setting. But alas, she managed
fine with some effort. She squeezed it in, put the lock in place, and a
click full of anticipation announced the start of our new adventure.
The next day was fairly uneventful. I've been trying out the cage on
myself a couple of times before. Just a couple of hours here and there.
So wearing the cage during the day wasn't something all that new. It did
feel very exhilarating to know that I didn't have the key though. That I
didn't have the key nor the possibility to choose how this adventure
would evolve or how and when it would end.
Coming home from work, my wife was already on the couch watching one of
her TV shows. I gave her a long sensual kiss. Sensing my groin waking up
I started to fondle her and kiss her deeply. She responded by returning
my kisses and holding me tight. "Should we head to the bedroom?" I asked
with hope in my voice. "Nah, I'm not in the mood," she answered
uninterested. "But babe, we didn't have a chance to have sex yesterday
either!" "Your choice," she said. "But I'm horny and frustrated!" She
looked at me flatly. "This comes a bit sooner than expected, but I think
I'll set down my first rule - get some pen and paper."
My wife explained that I was to create a list of rules that she would
announce as we explored this chastity thing. The first rule was that I
was not to talk about sex or chastity, and not show my frustration,
without her opening the topic. Failure to do so would delay the time
until she would indulge me. "You do get brownie points for being nice to
me though," she winked. Half excited, half dejected I went into the
kitchen to prepare us dinner.
The next few days were frustrating and unreleasing. I'd never worn a
chastity device more than a few hours, and now we were going on the
fourth day. I tried as best I could not to show how frustrated I was. The
painful morning erections were getting to me. So was the lack of
attention. I had to bring it up with her.
"Look, this femdom chastity thing is your fantasy and your wish. But you
have to accept that if this is about me being in control, then you have
to play by my rules," my wife explained sternly. I knew she was right,
and while frustrated it also excited me as nothing had before. I nodded.
"If you want me to be nicer to you and take more care of your needs, it
would help if you showed some appreciation of me. Show me that you accept
your place," she continued.
A bit scared I retreated to my office. Was I ready for this? Ready to
submit to my wife. I mean I had fantasised about it countless times. I
had realised that it might evolve to something like that. I guess I'd
even wished for it secretly. But now, it was actually happening. It was
scary and tantalising. To comfort myself, I thought to myself that it
doesn't mean that I have to be her slave or anything. I'll just be a
little bit more appreciative the next few days.
That evening my wife called me from the bathroom. It was time to clean my
chastity device. Fully clothed herself, she told me to undress and get
into the shower. Then I was told to fold my hands behind my head and not
move. Doing as I was told my excitement was growing. Finally some
release! She produced the key for the chastity device from her pocket and
unlocked my dick carefully. Taking the device over to the sink, she
cleaned it thoroughly and brought it back. I was already hard and excited
by this time. Then she turned on the shower and told me to stand
perfectly still. "Last time it was a bit difficult to get you into your
cage, so I thought of a way we could make it easier on you." She then
directed the ice cold shower at my groin and proceeded to soap me up.
Even though I was longing for her touch and some attention on my cock, I
could hardly feel anything in the cold water. The whole ordeal was
luckily over quickly and I was safely locked back in my cage. "Good boy,"
she said tapping my locked cage. She then dried me off with a towel like
the boy she told me I was and said I should get dressed. Dejected, I
headed to my office again. I'd hoped the cleaning would allow me some
freedom and maybe some release, but instead I just felt humiliated being
cleaned like that. She'd cleaned her husband like she cleans the kitchen
counter. It made me feel small. Somehow this fueled a deep excitement
within me that I hadn't known before. The feeling of being humiliated
excited me. So did my wife's compliment on me being a good boy.
When my wife went to bed she called me into the bedroom. "Seeing you
humiliated and powerless today made me kind of excited. Be a good boy and
make ma'm happy," she said while spreading her naked legs. She knows how
much I enjoy licking her. She also knows how horny it makes me. Hearing
her comment on being a good boy for ma'm, I dived in so to speak. Full of
vigor I licked her thoroughly to a screaming orgasm while constantly
feeling my dick screaming painfully for more space. After she'd calmed
down, she patted me on my head between her legs and said "Good boy!" and
turned to sleep. Again that compliment had such a surprising effect on
me. I felt this warmt spread through my body and I forgot about the pain
in my groin. What was happening to me? It was like I was starting to put
her enjoyment ahead of my own.
Chapter 2
I lay there content after a surprisingly good orgasm smiling to myself.
Having such power over my husband excited me more than I thought it would
have. And the look on his face I complimented him on being a "good boy"
was priceless. He seemed to melt and forget all about the fact that he
wasn't allowed to come. This could be an interesting adventure I thought
to myself falling asleep.
The next day was Saturday, almost a week after I first locked my husband
in chastity. Even though he was trying to hide it, I could tell he was
getting frustrated. But it also had a positive effect for me that I'm not
such he himself realised. He would touch me more than before, often come
up to cuddle and I could feel his dick straining in its cage. And he was
much more willing to please me, looking for ways to please me. Probably
because he hoped it would lead to him getting some release. I decided to
push our positions a bit further.
We were on the couch that evening watching TV, when I asked him for a
foot massage. He gladly accepted and started massaging my feet. "Hmm, I'm
not too comfortable in this position," I started. "Could you maybe sit on
the floor so I can stretch my legs out?" "But then I can't follow the TV
show," he complained. "Is that important to you?" I asked with a serious
look on my face. He realised what I was saying and surprisingly accepted
his fate. This was amazing! I could sit comfortably watching my TV show
as my husband was on the floor with his full attention on massaging my
feet. I could get used to this!
After the TV show finished an hour later I figured I could introduce rule
number two. "I think it's time you show a bit more gratitude for what I'm
giving you. I agreed to indulge your fantasy about chastity and I've
allowed you to be nice to me several times, but you haven't shown much
gratitude so far. Rule number two is that you will always show
gratitude..." "OK," he stated. "No, I don't think you got it. How about
thanking your ma'm for the foot massage?" He thought for a second, looked
down on my feet slightly humiliated and said "Thank you for letting me
massage your feet, ma'm." "Much better! Now finish off by kissing my
feet," I demanded. He gingerly bent over and kissed both of my feet. What
an exhilarating feeling seeing my husband like this!
Sunday. My husband had now been in chastity for a week and it was time to
see how committed he was to this adventure. I quite enjoyed where this
was heading, so I thought I'd help him out a bit. I called my husband
into the bedroom in the afternoon, told him to get undressed and lie down
with his hands above his head. As before he seemed a bit humiliated
undressing before me when I was fully dressed, but that was quickly
replaced with almost a desperate excitement for what he hoped would be
his release. He got on the bed, almost shaking with excitement. I took my
time to build this up, kissing him, touching him all over, and by this
time, he was actually shaking. He tried to say something, but I quickly
hushed him with a serious look. He obliged, afraid of ruining his
release.
I carefully unlocked his penis which was already straining in its cage.
It sprang to life immediately and I started to stroke him ever so lightly
and slowly. I could tell he was ready to burst right away, but I wanted
him even more horny, even more desperate, so I continued my teasing for a
few minutes. "So how did you like being locked up, dear?" I said while
continuing my teasing. "It... It... It's frustrating, but... but... but
also very exciting," he stuttered. Too excited to talk properly. This was
going perfectly I thought to myself. "You like being a good boy, don't
you?" - "Y... Yes..." he moaned. "You like serving me, don't you?" -
"Y... Yes..." he moaned again even more excited. "I want you to think
about this question. Either we can end it here and I stop touching you. I
won't lock you up again, and we never try this again. Or, I can let you
cum and I'll lock you up again, and I decide when we end this," I asked
him. Bewildered and not able to think or talk properly, he was just able
to moan "Please don't stop!" "So, you're saying that you want me to lock
you up for as long as I want to?" I asked. "Yes..." he admitted. I
smiled. "Good boy!" With a few quick strokes he came like never before.
I'd thought about ruining his orgasm, but figured I'd let him have this
one proper release to leave him desperately wanting more.
"Look what a mess you made! And where is the gratitude we discussed?" I
said loudly shocking my husband who was still in orgasmic bliss back to
reality. Not yet fully present he made me smile by showing his true
submissive side - "I'm so sorry ma'm! Thank you, thank you, thank you,
ma'm! That was the most incredible orgasm!" The last one in a while I
thought to myself. "And what about the mess? Don't you think you should
ask to lick it up?" I asked. This threw him off guard, it seems he hadn't
expected this, but still euphoric from his mind blowing orgasm he
accepted his fate - "Can I please clean your hand, ma'm?" "Yes, you may,"
I answered and gave him my hand which he licked clean with surprising
eagerness. "Thank you for letting me clean you, ma'm." This was going
better than expected I thought to myself.
Before my husband could recover fully from his orgasm I quickly locked up
his now limp dick again. "Good boy," I said while patting him on his
head. I just loved this new dynamic in our relationship, seeing how much
he loved being dominated and all the possibilities this brought with it.
Chapter 3
Monday was a bit of an anti-climax for me. Sunday evening's mind
shattering oragasm which culminated with my dreams of being dominated by
my wife coming true contrasted with the regular Monday. I had loved it!
All of it. Now it was a regular Monday filled with everyday life and no
excitement. Except that I was continuously being reminded of my horniness
by the gentle throbbing of my caged up dick. I also found that I was less
needy and attentive towards my wife - probably because I got my release
yesterday. But I could handle a Monday. Except Tuesday was the same. No
attention from my wife towards my imprisonment. No sex.
Wednesday would be different. She had to clean me. That would be an
opportunity. But to my disappointment Wednesday evening came and went and
nothing happened. I had to do something - she'd forgotten about me.
"Honey," I started. "Weren't you supposed to clean me today?" I tried to
limit my accusatory tone, but I probably didn't manage that well. She
just looked at me, without much of an expression on her face. She sat
down on a chair in the kitchen and told me to come. Not sure where she
wanted me I ended up standing awkwardly in front of her. "No, here." She
smiled while tapping her lap. Too nervous to question her, I sat down on
her lap. "No, silly stupid boy, lie across my lap!" she said, impatiently
now. The situation started to dawn on me as I lied across her lap, kind
of on all fours. "Pull your pants down your legs," now it definitely
became clear I thought as I clumsily pulled down my pants and shorts.
Caressing my bare ass, she started talking. "I think it's time for rule
number three - you will ask for punishment when you think it's deserved.
I'll give you a free pass this first time, since it's a new rule. First,
you were disappointed in my actions when you said I was supposed to clean
you, which is not your place to be. Second, while you are a boy, you're
not a baby, and you should ask to be cleaned when necessary. Third, you
called me 'honey', and not 'ma'm'. Given you offenses, what punishment do
you think you deserve? I have something in mind, and if you suggest
something less - I'll double my sentence." Shit, this was scaring me and
turning me on to a worrying degree, I thought. Given my position I
figured a spanking was in order, but how much? "Th.. Thiry spanks?" I
tested. "What do you want?" she retorted. "Ma'm, would you please punish
me with thirty spankings?" I tried. "Fine, since it's your first
offense," she said while taking out a spatula. She started spanking,
lightly at first, while I counted and thanked her. "One. Thank you,
ma'm," "Two ...." It got worse towards the end. It started actually
hurting. My ass was burning, my dick was straining in it's prison, tears
were running. I was loving it! Not the spanking as much as the
humiliation, the fact that I was being punished for being a bad boy.
Ofter the ordeal I stood up pulling my pants up carefully. "Good boy,"
she said tapping my chastity cage. "Looks like your dick enjoyed the
punishment at least. But you smell, you'll have to sleep in the guest
room tonight." Not wanting to argue and feeling the humiliation by being
called smelly, I just nodded.
The next day was just uncomfortable. Sitting down reminded me painfully
of yesterday's punishment. Standing up made me self conscious that I
might smell bad. I hurried home from work as soon as possible. At home I
prepared dinner for my wife and waited for her diligently. I didn't want
to rush things and risk another day uncleanliness, I tried to be patient
and attentive. After dinner I asked bleakly, "Could you please clean me,
ma'm?" "Sure, undress and get in position in the shower," she said.
Humiliated by asking to be cleaned, but happy, I got naked and stepped
into the shower with my hands behind my head. She left me waiting for
half an hour before finally coming in. If anything else, this time made
me feel even smaller than last time. She cleaned me with cold water
again, like she does the dishes. I felt like a small dirty boy. "There
you go, my boy," she said while toweling me down.
"I want you to fuck me." It was after dinner and Friday night and my wife
was horny! Finally! Not being able to hide my enthusiasm I almost ran
into the bedroom. I was getting my release! First though, she had me lick
her for what seemed like ages. But I was happy to, as always. I could
have given her pleasure the whole night! After a while she told me to get
up. "Now, I want to feel your dick," she explained. "However, you have
absolutely not earned a release and you are under no circumstances to
touch your dick. Understood?" I nodded, still happy I would get to feel
her.
She unlocked me and my penis immediately sprang to life. Next she got out
a condom and pulled it on. "You really don't want to cum," she clarified.
She got on all fours, and said, "Be a good boy and make ma'm happy." I
moved towards her and she helped guide me inside of her. The feeling was
heaven. So warm, so tight. How I missed this. To my fear though, I
quickly realised I wouldn't last very long. Not at all in fact. After a
minute or two, I said I needed a break. But as I was pulling out, she
pushed against me one last time. Disaster. It was too much. Terrified, I
started coming. My wife turned around and watched my dick twitching and
spurting inside the condom and my terrified and disappointed face with my
ruined orgasm. I felt terrible. Not only did I cum, but my orgasm was
ruined as well.
"Don't move an inch," she said with anger in her voice. She leaned back
and fetched out her vibrator out of her drawer. For the next fifteen
minutes I sat on my legs at the end of the bed, with a cum filled condom
on my dick, feeling like nothing. My wife had just closed her eyes and
was working on her orgasm. And a great orgasm at that, by the sounds of
it. I just sat there, horny, scared, trying to be a good boy.
After coming down from her high, my wife slowly got up towards me. "I'm
so so sorry, ma'm! Please punish me. Hard!" I said nervously. "Yes, I
certainly will," my wife confirmed. First though she carefully took the
condom of my dick. "You will keep this in your mouth until I tell you to
swallow," she said while pouring all of the cum in the condom into my
mouth. After locking me up she motioned for me to get across her lap. I
couldn't really say much with all that cum in my mouth, but it must have
been clear from the sounds I made that I felt her hits. By the fifthieth
I was crying. She just got up without caring too much about my state, and
just said "Swallow" before heading for the showers. I swallowed
obediently. Why was I so turned on again...
The Saturday morning passed normally, apart from me being very submissive
and behaving my after my last night's fiasco. After breakfast my wife
announced we were going shopping. I wasn't going to object.
As we walked into the adult store, my curiosity and worry was hard to
contain. My wife though, seemed to know what she was looking for. She
went right over to a shelf with various strap-ons, quickly picked out one
of the larger black ones and handed it to me. "You're going to go over to
the cashier and buy this one. You're also going to make it clear to the
cashier that you're buying it because you're unable to properly satisfy
your wife because you're locked up. Clear?" I just nodded nervously while
noticing a slight nervous sweat. I mean, no one knew us here, but
admitting my chastity and submissivness to someone else was a new area.
Not surprisingly, it also turned me on tremendously.
Back at home we got lost in bed with lust and orgasms galore. Or rather,
my wife did. I spent hours, caressing, licking, massaging, kissing her
all over. And fucking her hard and long with our newly bought strap-on.
While frustrating for me, my dick straining painfully against its prison,
I was also tremendously satisfied in a new way and happy I could give my
wife such pleasure. I was practically beaming with pride when after the
long session, my wife patted me on my head and said, "Good boy."
What a week I thought to myself. It was Sunday afternoon and I was
thinking of all the events of the last week. From punishments to cum
eating to public humiliation. Properly turned on, I wondered what my wife
had in mind for tonight. Things started much like last Sunday. My wife
told me to get into bed naked. I was shaking with excitement. She kissed
me all over, teasing me even more. She unlocked my frustrated penis. She
just barely touched me, and it felt so so good. All the while getting me
to admit how much I loved my situation and being locked up - "Yes, I want
to be your good boy... Yes, I asked for this... Yes, I love to make you
happy... Yes, I want to continue... Then, finally, she gave me exactly
four strokes. But then, she stopped. "You haven't deserved more than
this," she said while getting my chastity cage. Next she forced my dick
into its cage while squeezing my balls painfully. With some effort she
managed. "Good night, my good boy." Out of my mind of horniness, I tried
to go to sleep. Even though I was more frustrated than I'd ever been, I
was also happy. Happy to be a "good boy."
Chapter 4
The next two weeks passed in similar fashion. I asked my husband, or
rather my boy, to give me pleasure whenever I felt like it. I made sure
to tease him enough to keep him excited, especially when I could tell he
was getting too frustrated. I was careful about not letting him cum
though. Whenever he was allowed to cum, his attention to me dropped
considerably for the next few days. Better keep him on the edge I
thought. Sunday's were becoming sort of schedule for his release. But I
was very strict and he hadn't earned a full release yet. One week he had
only a minor punishment which earned him a ruined orgasm. The second week
he fell asleep on the couch while giving me a foot massage which of
course deserved a punishment and no orgasm that week.
So far I was enjoying this new part to our sex life. I was fully
satisfied, got more attention than ever, and all I had to do was keep my
boy in line every now and then. I knew he still had some hidden desires
which I'd like to explore. Or maybe they were my desires. Hard to tell at
this point, but who cares.
One night on the couch I asked for a foot massage, which I love. Last
time though, my boy had fallen asleep. This time I kept moving every now
and then. The first time he didn't get it, but after a serious look from
me he moved after me and continued the massage. I moved my feet to the
floor and he moved after. Kind of in a kneeling position in front of me
on the floor. We, or at this point, I was watching my favourite TV show
and getting thoroughly relaxed and comfortable. "Do you want to clean
them?" I asked. He looked at me confused. After a few moments he looked
at my feet and realised what I was asking. Eager to please, he just
nodded slowly. He went on to slowly remove my stockings and give my feet
a proper foot bath - like a natural. I could get used to this. What was
even better is that I could see my boy was visibly excited by it.
"I want to fuck," I pronounced. My boy looked up with this familiar gleam
on his face when I bring up sex. He quickly got up and went to the
bedroom. I walked in while he was putting on his strapon and stopped him.
"No, no, you always do most of the work. Tonight I want to fuck you," I
said while taking the strapon from him. We have played a bit with anal
before, but never a strapon. We've talked about it though, so it didn't
come as a too big of surprise to him. At least, he didn't object. I
started out slowly, but after a some thrusts, he was moving more than I
did. Almost fucking himself on my strapon while saying "Thank you, ma'm."
I just smiled and let him enjoy himself. This would be his main source of
please from now on I thought to myself.
"I have no clean underwear left!" my husband muttered to himself the next
morning. "No worries," I said, "you can borrow one of my panties." Again,
he looked at me confused. "What?!" "Look," I started, "we both know you
like being dominated. You're also basically like a girl at this point -
you don't fuck me, you don't get to touch your penis, and based on last
night you thorougly enjoy getting fucked by me. I think it's only
natural, and kind of exciting don't you think?" I held out one of my pink
frilly panties, smiling knowingly at him. He seemed at bit overwhelmed,
but after a few moments reached for the panties and put them on, quickly
putting on his trousers and storming out the door to work.
In the evening I asked my boy how it was wearing panties for a whole day.
After a bit of shyness, he admitted it was kind of nice. Almost a bit
exciting. Another reminder of his place in our sex life and an exciting
hidden secret. "I'm happy to hear that," I smiled, "but I'm afraid you
can't use my panties every day. Let's go shopping this weekend." He got
this look on his face when he didn't know how to react. Confused and
overwhelmed by excitement and nervousness.
The next weekend I took him to one of this high-end lingerie shops in
town. When we got into the store I told him that he would only wear
panties from now on and that he was to pick out enough for two weeks. He
was then to purchase them himself at the cashier while making it clear
they were for him. The poor boy was almost shaking, probably from both
excitement and terror. On my end, I really enjoyed the show of him
stuttering to the cashier that he would like all those panties for
himself while desperately avoiding eye contact.
Well back at home, I got into bed with my boy and told him he'd earned a
treat for being so brave. "You've earned a treat for being so brave
today. This also comes with rule number four - you will always wear
panties unless told otherwise. That means now too." He quickly got out a
pair of red panties and put them on. I unlocked him and started to stroke
him. Very slowly because this didn't normally take long. "So, do you want
to be my good girl?" I asked while teasing him. As always when I was
teasing him, he would say yes to basically anything. "Y... Yes," he said.
"Come again?" I said while squeezing his balls tightly. "Sorry, ma'm.
Thank you, ma'm. Yes. Yes, I want to be your good girl!" he corrected
himself. I let him cum, and oh my did he cum in his panties! I thought
I'd seen a lot of cum before, but I was amazed! I of course made my girl
lick up her cum afterwards and locked her well up. "Sleep tight, my good
girl."
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