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Linda and I: HARD TIMES By Olivia Evans This was written during a writer's block of two other completely separate stories. As such, it's a little different from my usual tales. There is very little crossdressing, just the wearing of panties near the end of the story. There's no body swaps, French maids or even mildly bad language. There are some explicit names for specific body parts however. Over all, it's just a little tale about a loving couple and how they handle an extraordinary discovery. Linda and I: HARD TIMES By Olivia Evans Linda and I had been dating for three years before she finally said, "Yes." About a month or so before the wedding, we sat down and discussed what our future held for us as a married couple. I pledged that I would be the "perfect' husband and father, if and when we had children. Linda, who was still a virgin at twenty-five, blushed and said that she wanted to be an ordinary housewife and mother. Especially a mother. She was one of six children in her family, and felt that at the very least, we should have 4 children. Preferably equally divided between boys and girls. My own family was smaller, only my sister and myself, but I loved my future wife and really didn't have a problem with having 4 kids. My consultation business was thriving and I was making sufficient money to support an even larger family if it came to that. We both agreed that we would wait until we were settled in our own home before we started our family. Our wedding, was held in June as tradition dictated. It was everything a wedding should be, including the equally traditional Uncle of the Groom who had had a little too much champagne. I can't complain, his stories were really funny, if at times a little embarrassing and mostly off colored. Newlyweds Mr. and Mrs. John Smith, honeymooned at a rustic B and B cabin near the Grand Tetons National Park. The cabin was as modern and luxurious as any five-star hotel. At least we thought it was. While the park was famous for the scenic panoramas, being newlyweds, we naturally spent most of our two-week honeymoon in the bedroom. We both agreed that we had a wonderful time, and really hated to see it end. But life and business called. Back to the old grindstone for me, while Linda who happened to be between jobs, began the preliminary search for what would someday become our family home. Our sex life settled down to a steady three or four nights a week. -0-0-0- About a month after Linda began her search for a house, she found a large (2800 square foot) California bungalow (also known as American Craftsman style), with 5-bedrooms and three bathrooms. The house sat on a fairly large wooded lot, nearly an acre, all that remained of a much larger farm, and was completely hidden from the street by a number of trees. "It's a little run down, honey, but you'll love it," Linda said with a big grin. "The backyard has a shaded area that's just perfect for swings and a slide, and a play fort for the boys and a playhouse for the girls." "You said the house needed some work. What kind?" I asked. Linda thought for a second, picturing the interior. "The realter said the electrical, bathrooms and the kitchen were updated about three years ago. The heating and air conditioning system is five years old, and works fine. The pool and spa are older, but in good shape. Really, about the only thing that should be done before we move in, is to replace the carpeting in some of the bedrooms, and some painting." "We don't have enough to pay for a lot of extensive work," I said, thinking out loud. "We certainly don't have enough furniture for a house that large." "Steve, honey. We can't afford not to buy the house, As we were walking around the property, the realter got a phone call from the owners. The realter said that they were willing to knock nearly $70K off the price for a quick sale. We can do all the work that we'd like to do and still stay within our budget. Oh, sweetheart, we can't afford not to buy the house." Still not totally convinced, I said that I wanted to look at the place before we made a commitment. Linda grinned broadly threw her arms around my neck and gave me a deep kiss, and another, and still another. By the time we broke from the third kiss, we were in our bedroom, ripping each other's clothes off. -0-0-0- The following Saturday, we met the realter again at the house. I did a quick walk around by myself while Linda and the realter went over the paper work. In my quick tour, I realized that Linda had overestimated the amount of work required to make the house into our happy home. I walked through some of the rooms again, just to admire the craftsmanship of the carpenters who had installed the trim and detail work. The flooring in every room. (with the exception of the bathrooms, kitchen and a few other utility rooms), was quarter sawn white oak. The baseboards were nearly 7 inches high (common in the era the house was built) and stained a dark brown. A careful inspection revealed that for some reason about half of the baseboards in one bedroom as missing. A quick, rough estimate of the cost to replace the missing boards was less than a tenth of the discount. All the floors were in good condition, which was a relief. The cost to replace flooring throughout the house would have exceeded the $70K by its self. The dining room had a beautiful oak built-in sideboard with a leaded glass breakfront. It wasn't difficult to imagine the breakfront shelving filled with fine china and glassware. The three smaller bedrooms each had an oak six-drawer built-in dresser. The piece-de-resistance and truly a work of art, was in the master bedroom. Where in the smaller bedrooms each had a single dresser and a small closet, the master bedroom had a combination of a ladies' vanity flanked by two built-in sets of dresser drawers covered nearly an entire wall. The detail work of the dressers and vanity was hand carved, incredibly detailed bas-relief scenes of farm activities. The only problem with the built-ins was the well-worn finish. A quick touched up was the only thing needed to bring it back to new. The closet, unusual for the time period, was a walk-in of a decent size. Pleased with our decision to purchase the house, I returned to the kitchen where Linda and the Real Estate agent had been going through the purchase contract. We signed the contract, then asked, "When can we move in?" Grinning, the agent handed a large key ring with a half a dozen six keys to me. "Tomorrow, if you'd like." I looked at Linda. We had a lot of packing to do before we could actually move. "This weekend?" She nodded. Actually moving our belongings out of our small one-bedroom apartment would take less than three or four hours. In reality, we didn't even have enough furniture to fill the living room in our new house. We decided that until we refinished some woodwork and replace the carpeting in two of the bedrooms, we would just set up "house" in the living room. -0-0-0- Working room by room, we would paint/varnish the walls or woodwork as necessary. Once the carpet had been installed, we would furnish the room with a newly purchased bed, night stand, and other items of furniture. With an eye on the future expansion of our family, we outfitted three bedrooms as children's rooms. The fourth bedroom would serve as a nursery until the last baby was born. -0-0-0- We were really looking forward to starting our family as soon as we moved into the master bedroom. Our newly purchased California King bed still in its protective plastic cover was waiting for us patiently. Linda had already declared that it would be fitting to celebrate our first night in our new bed with a private insemination party. I will admit that the prospect of having a baby both excited and terrified me. Even though we had an active sex life, the conception of a child would be a singular memorable event. How much so, neither of us could, even in our wildest dreams, have imagined. Because of the timing of Linda's menstrual cycle, even if we completed the master bedroom in our arbitrary timeline, we would still have a least a three week wait before she would be ovulating. I think she was looking forward to conceiving as badly as I was looking forward to impregnating her, it made our marriage seem even more exciting than before. -0-0-0- Linda and I were in the master bedroom putting the finishing touches on the ladies' vanity when she brushed a little too much varnish on a carving of a tree. CLICK! Startled, Linda jumped back, almost knocking over her can of varnish I looked over at Linda, who was staring at a rectangle of wood that had popped out about half an inch from the fascia. I laughed. "Looks like you found a secret compartment. It's not uncommon to find things like that in old houses. Anything in it?" Linda looked a little sheepish about being startled, pulled the drawer out further and looked in. A puzzled look came over her face. She hesitated a moment, then reached in to the hidden drawer. A moment later, she pulled three metal objects out. "What are these?" she asked holding them up for me to see. I glanced at the metal objects, did a double take, then started to laugh. Not seeing any humor in what she had done, Linda asked again, "What are these? You obviously know or otherwise you wouldn't have laughed." There were three components of the item, the base ring that fits behind the testicles and penis, the penis tube which with an open lattice design. And a thin stainless tube, slightly bent in the middle with what looked like a nut on one end, was obviously a urethra tube. The capped end of the penis tube had a "pee" hole in the end and was treaded to secure the urethra tube All three items looked like they were made from a dark gray, almost black steel. Overall, it looked like it would be very secure when assembled and in use. I suddenly realized that my beloved and very innocent Linda had no idea what she had found. "Well, sweetheart, what you found are parts of a male chastity cage." "A what? How is it used?" She paused, studied the objects for a moment, then continued, "Sorry, dumb question. It obviously goes on the penis and testicles. But why would anyone want to do that?" "It's a sex toy, honey. It's used to prevent a man from touching his penis. It prevents him from having an erection, regular sex or even masturbating." I hesitated a second and added, "It's usually placed there by a wife, or girlfriend, a keyholder." "Why would anyone, especially a wife, want to do that? I mean, that sounds like it's self-defeating if they're a normal couple and want to have sex." "Well, yes and no." Not wanting to bring up the bondage aspect of a chastity device, I limited my explanation to a side effect. "When a male is locked up for any length of time, his semen supposedly builds up. When the device is taken off and he climaxes, he supposedly produces twice as much as he normally would." Linda studied the parts of the chastity device thought fully. "How long would it take to do that; double the amount I mean?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I've never tried one on, nor know anyone who has. If I had to guess, maybe two weeks." Linda looked thoughtful for a moment, then returned the parts back to its hiding place. A gentle push, and the compartment closed and locked its self. We finished our work, cleaned up our brushes and called it a day. "Do you want to get some take out for dinner?" Linda asked. "Sure, I just want to take a quick shower. Then we can order a pizza or something. Your choice." Almost before I could finish, Linda was half undressed. "Can I join you? I'll wash your back if you'll do mine." "Deal!" Ten minutes later, we were standing in the shower, enjoying the warm water cascading over our naked bodies. Linda had taken a washcloth, lathered it up with soap, and as promised was washing my back with one hand from the front. As she rubbed my back, she was rubbing her delicious naked body against my chest. My body performed as expected and I became erect. "What are you doing to me?" I asked shakily as Linda gently wrapped her free hand around my penis. "What does it feel like?" Linda said softly as she studied my face. "You had better stop. You're getting me all worked up." Linda grinned wickedly and began moving her hand up and down my shaft. "That's the whole idea." Needless to say our dinner was later than we had originally planned. -0-0-0- A week later, the chastity cage came up as a topic of discussion. We had just completed a long steamy sex session and were just laying on our bed cooling off. Linda turned on her side facing me. "John, I've been thinking..." "About what?" I hadn't been marriage long enough to learn to be weary of conversations starting with the words "I've been thinking." "You remember that chastity cage I found?" "How could I forget that? The look on your face when I told you what it was..." I smiled. "Funny." "It was funny wasn't it?" Linda fell silent for a second. "I have to admit that once I got over the shock of what it was, I decided that I wanted to know more about it. Especially I wanted to know if your comment about the doubling of the sperm volume was correct." "You doubted me?" I asked amused. "No! Of course not! But I was curious of the how's and why's. Especially the 'why's'." "And?" "And... I looked it up on the internet. You were correct when you said that denial of an orgasm increases the amount of semen. That and other interesting stuff about chastity play." "And?" I asked not realizing that I was being led into a trap. "John, honey, what would you say if I said that I wanted you to wear it until I'm in the middle of my ovation cycle." "What? Why on earth would I do that?" I asked, astonished that she could suggest something like that. Linda began stroking my stomach, causing shivers to run up and down my body. "Because, I really, really want a baby. I figured that if you can produce a double load of semen, it will increase the chance of success." "Meaning that we only have to have sex once, and that would be the end of it?" I asked raising an eyebrow. Linda playfully slapped my erect penis. "Of course not! This little thing..." "Little?" I interrupted. Linda frowned, not realizing that I was just trying to pull her chain. "I don't think it's so little! Anyway, your penis is welcome in my pussy any time." She bent over and gave my penis a quick little kiss on its head. "Please, just for me. I really want to try it out." "You want to try it out? You won't be wearing it. I will," I protested. Linda just looked at me, a faintly annoyed look on her face. "You're playing with me, aren't you?" "Just a little," I admitted. "If I agree to doing this, promise me it won't be a 'forever thing' with you." "Well, I can't promise that I won't want to control you forever, maybe just until I reach menopause. After that, I probably wouldn't be interested in sex anyway." I looked at Linda to see if she was kidding. I could usually read her fairly well. This time, however, the only thing I could tell was that she really wanted me to try it on. I had to admit, I was curious to see what it felt like to be locked up. Two weeks isn't all that much of a sacrifice I thought. And if it made the love of my life happy, why not agree to her request. I thought a moment, then slowly nodded. "Okay, I'll do it. Why don't you go get the chastity cage?" Linda rose up, leaned over me and gave a big kiss. "Thank you, honey! I promise you will not regret saying yes!" She grinned, opened the drawer in her nightstand and pulled the three pieces of the cage out. I had to laugh. "You knew I'd agree, didn't you?" She returned my laughter. "What do you think?" "I think I'm screwed. But I agreed. I only have one question." "Which is?" "Do you want to put it on me, or have me do it to myself?" "Well, I did watch a couple of videos of some wives locking up their husbands. I think that I'd like to see if it's as easy as it appeared. The only thing I'm not sure of is what I do with the tube." She held the three-inch length of a slightly bent tubing. "That's a urethra sound." Seeing Linda's blank look. "It's inserted into the urethra." Linda still looked blank. "You can pee through it when it's hollow as this one is." "Does it hurt to put it in?" "No, not if you use enough lube. I understand that it takes a while to get used to it though. But no, it's not supposed to hurt." "Okay, we'll use it as well." "There's that 'we' again," I joked. Linda ignored the comment and studied the device carefully. She took the base ring, and carefully threaded first my testicles, then started to push my penis through the ring. "Well, this is surprising!" "What?" "I've never realized how flexible and compressible a penis is." "That's because the only time you've seen it was when it was erect. It isn't always like that, you know. Didn't they teach you that in sex ed?" Linda looked at me and just shook her head, annoyed. She began inserting my penis into the penis cylinder. Predictably, it was beginning to become erect. The tube looked like it was at least an inch and half too short to fully contain my penis even when flaccid. Linda shook her head, and pushed a little harder. She must have coated the inside with lube, because with just a little bit more effort, my penis disappeared into the tube. A smiling Linda carefully and surprisingly gently. pushed the tube all the way down to the base. A few seconds later she aligned the tab on the tube to a matching slot on the ring. She easily slipped it partially in. A faint click sounded. We both sighed in relief, Linda because she had managed to stuff my penis into the too small cylinder and me because she didn't draw blood in the process. She was smiling as she held up the urethral tube. "Last piece of the puzzle, sweetheart. Are you ready for it?" "No, but I said I would. Go ahead and insert it. Gently please." Linda grinned as she liberally coated the tube with lubricant. "I've been looking forward to this all day!" "I'll bet you have," I replied dryly. Linda easily slid the tip of the tube into my urethra about a quarter inch, then paused. "You realize that once I lock everything together, because of the penis tube's angle, you won't be able to pee standing up?" "That's not the only thing I won't be able to do," I said ruefully. "I know honey, but just think how much fun you..., we both will have when we take it off in two weeks!" Linda said as she gently inserted the tube into my penis. She quickly secured the tube to the end of the penis cylinder. Once she had completed this task, she grasped the ring and the penis tube and pushed them together. This time the "click" was much louder, more solid and sounded final. A horrible thought crossed my mind, one I hadn't thought to ask before. "Uh, you do have the key, right?" Linda looked startled and redden. "Key? Uh, I think there's a key in the drawer." "You think?" It was all I could do to keep from screaming. "Didn't you check?" I asked as calmly as I could. "No," Linda admitted slowly. She rose and started to go to the master bedroom to fetch the key. I looked down at the cage and gasped. "Wait Linda!" She stopped and turned toward me. "What?" "Don't bother looking for a key," I said sadly. "What? Why not?" "You won't find one." "I don't understand. Why won't I find a key?" "Because, dear, there is no place to put one." I took a deep breath, while I tried to digest what I had just seen and hadn't noticed before. "There isn't a lock, or at least not one that I've been able to discover. This thing is apparently a 'one-way street'. Until I find some way to remove this thing I'm screwed and you won't be." Linda put a hand to her mouth in shock. "Oh, my God. I'm so sorry, I never even thought to check for a key." We held on to each other for a long time, trying to digest the implications of my discovery. After a long while, Linda pushed herself away from me. "I know that this small consolation, given what just happened, But it looks really cute on you." She giggled nervously. I looked down at it again. This monstrosity is 'cute'? I wondered and just shook my head. "I'm going to bed. Are you coming?" Linda nodded slowly and followed me to our bed in the living room. Needless to say, neither of us got much sleep that night. -0-0-0- The following morning Linda rose before me. After throwing a robe on, she went to the kitchen to make us something to eat. After she had gone to the kitchen, I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I flipped up the lid and seat before I remembered that I had to learn new habits. I put the seat down and sat. I was a little surprised to realize that, although I could feel my bladder emptying itself. What was weird was the lack of feeling as the urine flowed through my penis. It was obviously due to the urethra tube Linda had inserted into me. -0-0-0- "Good morning, sweetheart. Hungry?" I nodded as I sat down at the kitchen table. Linda served me a plate of scrambled eggs and a couple slices of bacon. She sat down across from me with two cups of coffee. She pushed one to me. "Do you want to talk about it?" "I don't know what to say, I can't blame you because you had never seen or even heard of a chastity cage before. I blame myself for not inspecting it more closely. It is what it is." "Isn't there someone that knows how to remove it?" "Who? I took a look at the drawer the chastity device was in. This thing has been in that drawer for years. Forty or fifty at least." Linda started to tear up again. I reached across the table and took her hands in mine. "Don't cry, sweetheart. I'm not in pain, not physically at least. After all we have about two weeks to figure out how to remove it." "Two weeks?" "In two weeks you'll be ovulating. If we can't remove this thing by then, we'll have to wait another month and hope that I've removed it by then." A truly horrified look came over Linda. "Oh my God! You can't have sex with that thing on, can you!" "I thought I explained the purpose of a chastity device. What did you think it was for?" Linda looking sick, turned her head away from me and mumbled something. "What did you say?" "I thought it was just to prevent the wearer from playing with himself." "Well, it certainly does that, as well," I said dryly. -0-0-0- "No luck yet?" Linda asked a week later. It had been a very frustrating week, in more ways than one. I had ruled out using a hacksaw to cut it off. The one time I tried, the hack saw blade didn't even make a scratch. In fact, the metal was so tough that it wore the teeth of a new blade down to nubbins. It was too dangerous to use a cutting torch, even if I had one. The only way I could think of removing the device was to amputate my genitals. Besides being obviously impactable, the idea was removing it so I could have sex with Linda. If I had to lose my penis and testicles to do it would be even worse than being frustrated all the time. The idea was rejected almost before it was completely formulated. -0-0-0- In the meantime, while I was trying to figure out how to remove it, Linda was single-mindedly trying to figure out how to achieve her desire of becoming pregnant. Her idea was to think of something to circumvent the restrictions of the device. She got the bright idea of talking the problem over with her Doctor. She approached me on it when I told her that I was almost out of ideas that didn't involve me castrating myself. "John, honey, I spoke to my gynecologist today, I told her all about our problem with your chastity cage. She said she might be able to help." "How? By finding a sperm donator for you?" Linda smiled. "Not exactly. She has an idea, and wants to meet with us this Friday to discuss it." I had run out of ideas myself, so I reluctantly agreed to meet with her. -0-0-0- That Friday found us sitting in the Doctor's waiting room. The nurse finally called us behind the counter and showed us to an exam room. There she did all the usual tests, blood pressure, weight etc. on both Linda and myself. I had never been in an OB/GYN Doctor's office before. I glanced at the exam table with its stirrups used in the examination of a woman's reproductive organs. It didn't look comfortable, either the table itself or the position the patient had to assume. There was a knock on the door and seconds later the Doctor walked in. She was a very attractive woman about five years older than us. Before the Doctor could say anything, Linda greeted her saying, "This is my husband I told you about. We were hoping that you could help us out." The Doctor smiled at me and held out her hand. "I'm Doctor Wilson. Linda says that you are having a problem with some kind of mechanical device?" I nodded. "You could say that. If you can help us, we would really appreciate it." "Okay, first I need you to take your pants and underwear off. Then hop up on to the exam table, Linda can show you how to position yourself while I get some things I'll need." The Doctor turned to Linda. "Once he's on the table, show him how to use the stirrups and place a drape over him. I'll be back in a moment." The Doctor looked back at me and apologized. "Normally I would have one of the nurses do that. But since you're a male, with a rather, uh, unique problem. I thought I'd save you the embarrassment." Linda nodded and motioned to me as the Doctor left the room. "Take you pants and underwear off first, the sit on the end of the table. Do you want the shelf pulled out to step up?" Declining her offer, I sat on the end of the table and scooted down when Linda directed me to. She had to help me put my legs in the stirrups correctly. Once she was satisfied, she covered me with a paper drape. As she turned to call the Doctor, I caught a glimpse of a smirk that was obviously mirrored her thoughts of me finally learning what women had to go through. The Doctor walked back in the exam room and smiled. It was apparent that she had the same thought as Linda. "Well, Mr. Smith, are we comfy?" "As well as 'we' could expect given the position I'm in," I replied as she walked around to the "business end" of the table. She removed the drape and looked between my legs at the chastity cage. What happened next was totally unexpected. She laughed. Turning to my wife, she commented, "You would not believe how many pregnant women have told me that they would love to lock their husbands up like this. Usually, it's during their labor. Fortunately, they usually have forgotten all about it by the time they're pregnant again." Still smiling, she turned to me and apologized for laughing. "That was very unprofessional of me. Please forgive me. If I may make one observation before I begin my exam. It's a really 'cute' looking device." "So I've been told," I said dryly. "Can you help us?" "Let me take a look." She picked up a flashlight with a magnifying lens on one end. A moment later, she was inspecting the chastity device from top to bottom, side to side. "What do you think?" Linda asked when the Doctor completed her exam. "Well," the Doctor sighed, "that is the most amazing thing I've ever seen. On first examination it appears to be made from a single solid piece of metal. Under the magnifying glass, however, I saw hair thin seams. Whoever made this thing had to have been a master machinist. It will probably take another one to figure out how it was made and how to unlock it." "Can it be removed?" I asked hopefully. "Damn it, John, I'm a doctor not a machinist!" the Doctor snapped, obviously frustrated by what she had seen. "Uh?" "I'm sorry, I've been watching too many Star Trek reruns lately. In answer to your question. Not that I can see. It looks like you're locked, no pun intended, in chastity for the rest of your life. I'm truly sorry for both of you," the Doctor said regretfully. Linda looked crestfallen. "That means we can't have any children." "Sure you can. You can be artificially inseminated, using an anonymous donor. Or...." The Doctor paused and looked thoughtful. "Or what?" I asked. "Before I say anything, I need to look at your device again. I'll need to touch it, to confirm what I thought I saw when I checked it before." Since I was still laying on my back with my legs spread apart, the only thing I could say was, "Help yourself." I could feel her moving the cage around for a few minutes. She stood up and asked the nurse who had come into the exam room a few minutes earlier. She was standing by the Doctor staring at my groin. I could tell she was side utterly fascinated by what she was seeing. "Please bring me a couple of 10 cc syringes and some syringe extenders." She hesitated a moment, then glanced at me. "Also, see if you can find a vibrator. If we don't have one, ask Dr. Goodcox if he has one, we can borrow." "Dr. Goodcox? The proctologist?" the nurse asked in astonishment. "He mentioned once that he used a vibrator to check the prostrate on paraplegic patients." The nurse nodded and left the room. "A vibrator? I don't understand why you would want one of those," Linda said. "I think that a little back ground education is warranted. The prostate is an interesting organ. A prostate gland produces the seminal fluid that carries the sperm produced by the testes. Where a woman's ovaries have a finite number of eggs, the prostrate and testes are always producing. Consequently, they need to be, for lack of a better term, periodically drained through ejaculation." The Doctor glanced at me, then back to Linda. "Has John ever mentioned 'pre-cum' to you?" Linda glanced at me, then shook her head 'no." "It's actually called pre-ejaculatory fluid. It usually doesn't contain sperm. But it normally proceeds ejaculation, it certainly signals the male's arousal. Anyway, when couples practice long term male chastity, they frequently do one of two things, they either remove the device temporary and either have sex, or perform what's called a 'ruined orgasm'." Once again Linda gave the Doctor a blank look. I had to admit that I wasn't entirely sure what it meant ether. "The dominate partner, usually the holder of the key to the chastity device, will masturbate the male almost to the point of ejaculation, then will stop the manual stimulation. The result is a very slow ejaculation without the pleasure of an orgasm. Not very pleasurable for the male, but actually necessary to keep everything healthy." Linda glanced at me and shook her head. I just shrugged. "The other thing that sometimes occurs, is where the male remains locked up. He's stimulated to an ejaculation, usually without touching the penis as in the ruined orgasm, by massaging the prostrate. Oddly enough it's called 'milking'." Linda giggled. "Like in milking a cow?" The Doctor smiled. "Pretty much so. Although the level of male pleasure in a milking is about same as the 'ruined orgasm." As I said, the 'milking' process is similar to a ruined orgasm except the penis is rarely touched. The stimulation to start the ejaculation is through direct manipulation of the prostate gland. Sometimes it includes massaging the testes as well." Linda look at me synthetically. "Neither way seems like much fun." The Doctor glance at me shaking her head. "No, I suppose not. But it is necessary to maintain his health. Which brings us back to my idea that might work. I understand why you want your child to be both yours and John's. I think that by employing a combination of the 'milking' process and artificial insemination, we should be able give you the baby you want. Interested?" "Yes!" Linda and I said simultaneously. "Okay then. Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to insert a syringe with an extender into John's urethra tube. The syringe will be empty, well, we'll create a vacuum in it once it's in the urethra. Then we'll use the vibrator to stimulate the prostate gland to encourage an ejaculation. The vacuum in the syringe will ensure that all the semen is collected. Once we've uh, drained John of all he can produce, we'll inject the ejaculate into your uterus. If my theory is accurate you should end up being pregnant." "Okay, let's do this," I said as Linda wiped tears of relief and joy from her eyes. -0-0-0- That was fifteen years ago. The procedure described and performed that day by Doctor Wilson was successful. Nine months later Linda gave birth to our first child, Susan, a blue eyed, blond just like her mother. After Susan's birth, Linda's urge to have a baby slowed down a little. It was three years before we had our second, another girl Alexandra. We fell into a routine of me being milked once a month, usually during Linda's period. I really think that Linda gets a bigger kick out of my monthly "milking" than I do. Of course, when you can't really feel the typical release that makes an orgasm so special, it's not as much fun to say the least. I've recently realized that Linda has found another use for the vibrator. At least she's satisfied. The monthly milking during Linda's period wasn't a hard and fast rule however. There were two exceptions, the first was when Linda decides to have another baby. She "slips" the monthly milking session for a few weeks from her period. The shift to her ovation cycle isn't too bad, a couple of weeks really, a walk in the park, all things considered. What is difficult, is the second exception that happens after Linda confirms her pregnancy. Remember the Doctor's comment about women in labor would have loved to lock their husbands in a chastity cage forever? It turns out that Linda feels the same, well nearly so. Linda, unfortunately, has developed a love/hate relationship with her pregnancies. While she loves the thought of being pregnant, she absolutely hates what it does to her, both emotionally and physically. Her panacea for her feelings is to deny me my monthly "milking" until after the baby has been delivered. Go figure! The dry spell (no pun intended) generally lasts about eight months per pregnancy. She even has me wearing panties during my "dry spell." I don't mind that so much, after all, given the position of my penis, underwear with a fly is a little pointless. Linda says that wearing panties is just to remind me what I'm missing. As if I wasn't acutely aware of that already! Women! You gotta love them, but sometimes it's difficult to say why. I've forgotten how she is in bed it's been so long since we've shared any physical intimacy. Maybe I love her because she's a great cook. A quick step on the scales will verify that. I have yet to figure out how to make her feel better about herself when she's pregnant! If I knew what it was it would certainly make my life a whole lot easier. Did I tell you that after Alexandra, Linda has given birth to four more babies? In order of birth: Susan, Alexandra, Wanda, Sandra, Beverly and Erica. Counting Linda, our little family now totals one male (me) and seven females. Linda says that she wants to keep trying to create one for my side so I won't feel so outnumbered. The score right now is Linda 8 children. My score? A total of 48 months of no relief. Heavy sigh. I suppose that if there's a word of warning I've learned over the years, it's just this. If your wife just happens to find an unusual metal device hidden in an old house. And if she just happens to ask if you would like to try it on, make damn sure there's a key to it. If there isn't a key or the key she shows you fits something else, there's only one thing you can do. To paraphrase Monty Python: "RUN, don't walk, RUN, RUN away as fast as you can!" FIN