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CHAPTER 1 easy street Couple begins their experiment in chastity.
The first similarity is that I was the one who ordered a chastity device for myself, not knowing whether or not my beautiful wife would be interested in it or not. Also that I sprang it on her not knowing within my own heart just how far I wanted to go with it.
The differences are many. I did not order it because my sex life with my wife was unsatisfactory. Nor because I have a remarkably small or pitiful dick. I am far from John Holmes, but I am also far from tiny. In our eight years of marriage, my wife and I have enjoyed an active sex life. Having been married to a sexually repressed woman in my first marriage, I know how fortunate I am that my wife is highly sexed and really enjoys our lovemaking. You have no idea how lucky I am! She is multi-orgasmic and she absolutely loves to taste my cum as it blasts into her mouth.
Other differences are that the events that unfolded did not lead to my being turned permanently into a completely useless, gender confused wimp cowering in a corner awaiting my wife’s return. My wife and I love each other, and overall we share the responsibilities of running our household, our work lives, and raising our children. I would not abdicate my responsibilities and my wife respects my opinions. In short, this story is about our sex life, not to be confused with the rest of our life. Donna and I both have careers as professionals in our respective fields. We both experience a lot of stress in our careers.
All that being said, you must be wondering why in the world would a guy in my position have put himself in such a precarious position by giving up control of his manhood? Any time my wife or I want a ‘stress reliever’, we are only too happy to oblige each other. I love having my face buried in her moist, tender pussy as much as she likes having my cock down her throat! So why would I risk losing her respect by ordering a chastity device and risking her thinking I was unworthy? The short answer is that I don’t know for sure. I do know that I have always had a fascination with female domination. Not her in black leather, me in a dress kind, just completely relinquishing control to a woman. Having absolutely no choice in what was going to happen. Maybe I need that because of my job. Maybe I have some deep-seated issue from my childhood. Maybe I’m just a fuckin’ pervert! However, the need to submit has shadowed me for years. Donna and I have played with it on several occasions, but always for individual sessions. We did play at one point a few years ago where I went for over a month without an orgasm while she used me daily. However, it was more or less an honour system. I could have masturbated if I had wanted to. I could have gone to another woman if I had wanted to. I had a level of control. The only thing that kept me chaste for that period of time was that I wanted to obey Donna’s wishes and I wanted to remain faithful. So had I really given up control?
As I said before, our sex life has been anything but tame. We have engaged in threesomes, had sex in public, called a friend up and let them listen while I took Donna to several orgasms. In addition, my mischievous wife even turned the tables on me, calling me up at work and making me listen while that same friend fucked the daylights out of her!
I have always had an unusually intense drive to please my lover. I always try to make sure that ‘ladies come first’. Perhaps that has something to do with my fascination with wanting to be teased mercilessly and not being able to control if and when I come. Not to mention that, as you well know, going without intensifies the sexuality. I think that may be why Donna and I had never gone farther with it before now, in a way. I like to be put off, but Donna has to have it. And lucky me, she wants it from me! When I had mentioned extended chastity for me in the past, she had commented that the problem with it was that she needed my cock buried inside of her.
So now, you know what kind of chance I was taking when I ordered the CB 3000. I must have visited the website ten times before I finally ordered it. In addition, I didn’t tell her that I had done it. Even with my year’s long fascination with the subject, I still was unsure if I wanted to relinquish all control. What if she decided that I was a pathetic jerk like so many of the guys in the stories I had read online? Decided to lock me away and never use me again? What if I got hurt at work? I could picture in my mind the big boss lying on the table in the ER while nurses, doctors and co-workers laughed at his caged cock. What if she just looked at me and said, ‘you paid how much for this?!’
So it was with great trepidation that I waited for the package to arrive. I made a trip home each day so that I could get the mail first, before my wife and definitely before my kids! Then it arrived. I wanted to try it out to see whether or not it would really prevent me from obtaining an erection. Honestly, I wanted to have some idea whether or not I could really handle losing control of ‘Mr. Happy’ before I broached the subject with my wife. I hid it away. It was three days before I had any time to myself. Donna and the kids were all gone for the day. As soon as they left, I took the cock cage out of its package and examined it. It took me awhile to get it in place, although I did make a lucky guess as to the correct size of the retaining ring. I was going to wear it all day. However, after about ten minutes, I decided that I was cheating. It had to be all or nothing. I couldn’t allow myself to know whether or not I could handle it or not. I just had to dive right in by giving Donna control and seeing where it led.
Therefore, I spent the next week or so agonizing over when or how I would bring the subject up. Then, as often happens, fate took control of events. I found out on a Wednesday that my company was sending me to Ft. Lauderdale , Florida (halfway across the country) for a week to attend a seminar on my area of specialization. Each time I have to travel Donna is apprehensive. She says its not that she doesn’t trust me, it’s just that she knows the temptation is great. There I am alone in a distant city. I said that we had threesomes, not that we are unfaithful. In addition, Donna is not the sharing kind where I am concerned. Our threesomes had been with a good friend of mine. However, she had let me know in no uncertain terms that there was not another woman in my future! Therefore, here was my opportunity to bring up the CB 3000 in a way that Donna might like. My plan was reaffirmed when I told her about the trip. She made several ‘joking’ comments over the next couple of days about women in other towns. And she was insatiable also, I think wanting to make sure that I was sated before I left.
I was to leave Sunday afternoon. Therefore, Sunday morning while Donna was in the kitchen, I locked myself in our bathroom and placed the chastity tube onto myself. Then I got dressed and waited for Donna to come back into the bedroom. When she did so, I handed her a small jewellery box. She looked at me, puzzled, when she opened it to see two small keys. I told her that I knew she worried when I was away, and that I didn’t want her to. I told her that this had also given me the opportunity to take the plunge into the fantasy she knew that I’d had for a very long time. I admitted to her that I was scared. Then I unfastened and dropped my trousers. When I pulled my briefs down she gasped, but her eyes lit up also. Therefore, I knew that she would like it for the short term anyway. It would keep me chaste on my trip. As I stood in front of her, she knelt down and examined my imprisoned manhood, lifting my cock and balls, turning it side to side to see how it worked. ‘Mr. Happy’ began to grow, or at least tried to. He soon reached the limit of his prison and throbbed, wanting to expand. Donna was intrigued, ‘Oh my God, does it hurt?’
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