Cuck-Playoffs part 3

Bye Week:

For the next few days, my wife was more loving and attentive toward me than she'd ever been before. I'd been worried that she'd think less of me or start to pull away from me emotionally, but it seemed to be the opposite.

We only spoke about what had happened once, the day afterward. When I woke up, she'd made me scrambled eggs and she poured my coffee as soon as I sat down. "Last night..." I said, "it was pretty wild."

"Oh honey, I haven't felt that good since I don't know when," she said. "Maybe ever. My whole body still feels warm and cozy. I never knew I could feel this good."

I looked at her. "I'm glad Viv, really. Last night... It felt exactly right for me. I loved seeing you get all that attention. I think we've got something valuable here. Like we found a hidden treasure."

"Hmm, that's right," she said. "We've discovered how to give each other the maximum amount of pleasure possible. And it wasn't just the sex for me. It was the mental side of it." She shook her head, thinking. "Knowing that you--my hubby--were right there watching me, encouraging me, getting off on the whole thing. I mean, you standing there with your stiff little dick at full attention--that's what made it so hot."

"Really?"

"Babe, the strongest orgasm I had wasn't when I was getting fucked. It was when you were cleaning me up." She leaned in and kissed me on the lips. "That was when I knew I had the best husband in the world."

"I love you honey," I said.

"I love you too," she said.

"So are we going to continue down this crazy path?" I asked.

"Yes we are," she said firmly.

"Good," I said.

"And listen, no matter what, I want you to always remember that you are my hubby. My life and your life are bound together forever. If I choose to humiliate you or belittle you, I only do it because I know it turns you on. No matter what you do, I'll always respect you."

"The same goes for you," I said. "There's nothing you could do that would make me stop loving you."

She kissed me again. "Drink your coffee before it gets cold," she said.

On Wednesday, I was in a team meeting when I got a text from a number that wasn't in my contacts. It was two pictures of my wife.

In one, she was standing in front of a mirror topless. She was holding up one of her tits as if offering it, with a little smile.

The second picture was a screen-grab from Snapchat. She was on the floor of our bedroom, naked, with two fingers buried deep in her pussy. The words 'thinking of you' were written across the image. Both pics were taken in the full length mirror on the door of our closet.

My boss, Mr. McHenry, was saying something to me but I had no idea what it was. "Excuse me," I said. I quickly turned my phone off and slipped it into my pocket. "I'm sorry, I'm a bit distracted, what did you say?"

I was glad to be sitting at a table which covered the bulge in my pants. Luckily, discussion of the proper numbering procedure for updating CPA reports cooled me down pretty quick.

After the meeting, I shut the door to my office and texted the number back: 'Who is this?'

The response was one word: 'Guess.'

'Hector?'

I got back the brown-skinned thumbs up emoji.

I texted: 'When did Viv send you those pics?'

He replied: 'None of your business. You need to do something for me.'

'What?'

'Make a reservation at Netorare on the South Side for Friday night. I have a date with your wife. Also u need 2 get us a room at the Hilton Downtown. A suite. All under the name Hector Williams Romero.'

I reread the text a couple of times.

I thought about texting Viv to ask if she knew that Hector planned to take her to the trendy Japanese place and then to a hotel afterwards, but I decided against it. If she didn't know, I would be ruining a surprise, and if she did know, my asking could be taken as a sign of resistance to the idea.

I wasn't sure how I felt about it, but my body was sure. My dick was straining upwards, as if it were trying to breach the elastic waistband of my boxer shorts. Finally, I texted back: 'Okay.'

In response, I got an emoji of a brown-skinned hand with the pointer and pinky fingers raised. I have since learned that this hand signal is a way to call someone a cuckold, but at the time I confused it with heavy metal devil horns. I thought he was telling me to rock on.

That evening, as soon as I got home, I grabbed Viv and started kissing her on the mouth, neck and shoulders. "What's gotten into you?" she asked.

"I need you baby," I said. "I need my naughty wife."

She giggled and pushed me away. "Stop, I don't feel like being pawed-at right now," she said.

"But honey, I need you," I whined. "Come on, let's go to the bedroom."

"No," she said, pushing me away with finality.

I was stunned. In our whole marriage, Viv had maybe rejected my sexual advances four times, and each of those had been with good reason like illness or exhaustion. "Why not?" I asked.

"I've been reading about cuckold marriages," she said. "Hector sent me some links. All the articles I've read say that sex should be at the sole discretion of the cuckoldress. They say that denying the husband is a good way to reinforce the power dynamic and keep his focus where it should be--on making his wife happy. I'm done dropping my panties every time you feel an urge. I've decided that for you, sex will be a reward, that's all. You'll have to earn it."

Her talk, especially referring to herself as 'the cuckoldress,' made me want her even more. "That's awesome babe, let me earn it then."

"No," she said. "You earn it by being a good cuckold."

"I made reservations for you and Hector today. He's taking you to Netorare and then to the Hilton and it's all on me."

"What? Really?"

"Yes."

She looked like a kid being told they were going to Disneyland. "When?"

"This Friday," I said. "The room is paid for and it wasn't cheap. He told me I had to give him a credit card to pay for the sushi. Doesn't that make me a good cuckold?"

She gave me a big kiss. "Oh yes, honey," she said. "Yes it does. But I'm still not going to fuck you. I'm saving my pussy for Hector. I'll tell you what... Since you were so good and generous today, I'll let you cook me dinner and if it's good, maybe I'll feed you desert."

"You'll let me eat your pussy?"

"No, that's for Hector," she said. "But maybe I'll let you lick my asshole for a while. You can jerk yourself off while you do it."

I frowned, wondering how it had come to this.

"Or we could forget the whole thing," she added.

"No, no," I said. "That sounds great Viv. I want to do it."

"Get dinner started and we'll see."

"Thank you," I said.

I was insanely turned on while I made her dinner, and the weird thing was, it was the act of cooking that was turning me on. I was being an obedient, subservient, cuckold husband and it made me happy. And later, as I licked Viv's asshole, I realized that I was getting more pleasure from doing that than if she'd let me fuck her. Much more.

She cuddled me afterward and told me she loved me.

On Friday, at work, I got a text from Hector telling me to make sure my wife was ready to go at 8. When I got home, I found Viv in the bedroom, looking at some new clothes she'd bought.

"Oh good, you're home," she said. "Which skirt should I wear tonight?" She held up two skirts, one short and black, the other long and red.

"The short one is definitely sexier," I said. "It'll show off your legs."

"The red one would show them off too," she said. "Look, it has a long slit up the side." She turned it sideways. "The slit goes all the way up to my ass so every step I take would be a free show for Hector."

"Wear that one then," I said.

"Yeah and the long skirt will allow me to go a little more risqué with my top."

"What top are you wearing?"

She smiled and held up a black, sequined piece of fabric.

"It's so little," I said. "Are you going to wear your new push-up bra with it?"

"No, you need a strapless with this top," she said. She laid the skirt and top on the bed, seeing how they looked together.

"What panties are you going to wear?" I asked.

"Hector told me to wear the black lace French-cut ones," she said. "But you can help me pick out my shoes."

We talked about the various options in her shoe collection and decided on a strappy sandal with cork platforms shaped into a steep wedge. She was almost walking on tiptoes when she was wearing them.

I knew from the last time she'd worn them that they accentuated her round firm ass. "I love those shoes," I said, "but it's supposed to be cold tonight."

"I won't be outside except for coming and going from the car," she said. "And besides, I'll have a big strong man to keep me warm."

She asked me to sit beside the tub while she took her bath and read aloud from a cuckold forum she'd found.

Most of the posts were people sharing sex stories, AKA bragging, or asking for advice. Viv liked those. She would laugh and give her opinion about what the people should do and I'd read the responses to see if anyone said the same thing she did.

There was one post that I wanted to skip, but I decided to read it anyway. The title of the post was 'Does blowing my wife's boyfriend make me gay?'

Viv laughed as I read the question. "Your voice went up when you read that one," she said.

"Really? I mean, I dunno, it's kind of a stupid question."

"Does it make you nervous?"

"Nah," I said. "The answer's obvious: yes, it makes you gay. By definition, one guy sucking another guy's cock is gay."

"What are the responses?"

"Most of them agree with me," I said, scanning down the page. "This one says it's a gay thing to do, but it doesn't make the cuck gay if he's just doing it because his wife ordered him to... This one says it's not gay unless the bull cums in the cuck's mouth."

"Hmmm," Viv tapped some bubbles at the edge of the tub with her toe. "What do you think?"

"I'd never do it," I said. "That's where I draw the line."

I didn't like the look on Viv's face. She seemed to take my words as a challenge. "That's big talk from someone who eats as much cum as you."

"That's different," I said. "That's a creampie. I mean, it's named after food for a reason. I suspect that a lot more people are into that than you might think. Creampie is a very popular category on porn sites."

"Look at you getting all nervous," she said.

"No, I'm not," I said.

She just laughed at me.

I watched her shave her legs and then helped dry her off with one of our big soft towels. She trimmed her pussy hair and asked how I liked her handiwork. It was a small triangle pointing down to the twin mounds of her (swollen?) labia.

I was sitting on the closed toilet seat, rock hard, as I watched her put her makeup on, still completely nude.

I followed her into the bedroom and sat on the bed while she put on the panties that Hector had requested, followed by a tan bra that went around her chest but not over her shoulders.

I followed her like a puppy back into the bathroom, where she began fixing her hair with a flat-iron and blow dryer. She was almost finished when the doorbell rang. "Ooh, that's him," she said. "Tell him I'll be just a minute."

I opened the front door and Hector was standing there in an expensive black suit. "Come on in," I said. "Viv will be ready in a minute. Can I get you a drink?"

"How about Scotch?" he said.

"Sure," I said, leading him into the living room. He sat on the couch while I went into the kitchen and poured two shots of Scotch. I brought them out and handed one to him. "Cheers," I said, holding up my glass.

"You shouldn't drink," he said to me. "You're the designated driver."

"What?"

"Parking over there is crazy," he said. "I don't feel like dealing with it. Tonight, your name is Uber. Put the drink down."

"Oh um, okay," I said.

He took a sip of Scotch. "Did you help Viv get ready?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Good," he said. "That's a good sign."

I was going to ask him what he meant, but Viv came out of the bedroom looking hotter than a ghost pepper. Hector whistled. He put his drink down and got up and gave her a long kiss. "You look absolutely stunning," he said.

Viv was all smiles and she pressed her body against his, beaming up at him. Hector turned to me. "Come on," he said, "let's get going."

When we got to the car, Hector stood there and looked at me. "Come on man, open the door for your wife and her date." I opened the back door for them and they climbed inside.

We were halfway up the block when I looked in the rearview mirror at them. Viv was pressed up against Hector and he had his arm around her. They looked like a new couple who could barely keep their hands off each other.

As I drove on, I could hear them whispering to each other but I couldn't make out what they were saying. It was a frustrating situation for me. Viv occasionally giggled at something he'd said.

Finally, we got to Netorare and, it being a Friday night on the South Side, the streets were packed. I pulled up in front of the restaurant, put my blinkers on, and ran around to the side of the car to let them out.

People waiting on the street behind me began to honk, but Viv and Hector took their time. "Don't go far," Hector told me. "I don't like to wait."

I agreed and ran back to the driver's seat, waving an apology to the angry motorists. I drove around the block four times before I had some luck and a spot opened up. I felt my phone buzzing as I parallel parked.

When I was in the spot I pulled it out and looked at a text from Viv: 'OMG!!! Colin and Sarah were here! They came up and talked to us!!!'

Colin was my supervisor at work and Sarah was his wife. I texted back: 'I wonder what they thought... What am I going to say on to C on Monday?'

Viv's text read: 'Hector says you should just tell them the truth' and it was accompanied by a kissy face emoji.

I was about to respond when there was a knock at my passenger-side window. I rolled down the window and looked out at Colin and Sarah, both dressed up for their date night. "Hey!" I said. My face felt incredibly hot.

Colin looked in at me quizzically. "We just ran into Viv and Hector from shipping," he said. "They're in Netorare, are you meeting them?"

"Oh, uh... Yeah," I said. "You know how bad the parking situation is around here."

Sarah looked in on me too. She seemed to be taking stock of what I was wearing, which would be pretty underdressed for the high-end sushi restaurant.

"I had no idea you all were such good friends with Hector," Colin said.

"Yeah, umm... He's a really good guy. He wanted to take us here because he knows a lot about Japanese cuisine."

"Huh," Colin said. "Are you going in, or are you going to sit in your car all night? They already have appetizers."

"Yeah, I'm just waiting on a call," I said. "My um, brother is supposed to call me back. Then I'm going in."

"I wouldn't leave Viv alone with Hector too long," Colin said, smiling. "He seems like a pretty fast worker."

"What?" I faked a laugh. "Oh come on... I don't have to worry about that!" I said.

Sarah tugged on Colin's arm and told him she was cold. "See you Monday buddy," Colin said.

"Alright see ya," I said. "Bye Sarah."

As soon as they were gone, I texted Viv and let her know what had happened. She texted back: 'From Sarah: I know it's none of my business, but your husband is sitting in his car outside the restaurant. Just a friendly heads up!'

Viv added: 'She must think I'm cheating and you're onto me lololololololol!'

It was nearly two hours later when I got a text from Hector to pull the car around. I opened the back door for them and as they got in, Hector handed me a white paper bag. "I got a doggy bag for you," he said. "You can have my leftovers."

I thanked him and Viv giggled.

As I drove toward downtown, they cuddled up in the back seat. I could smell that they'd been drinking sake. They were talking low, and I couldn't help adjusting the rear view mirror to see them.

Hector had his belt unbuckled and the front of his pants open, and Viv was slowly jacking his long hard cock.

I was so caught up in the action that I had to slam on the brakes to avoid rear-ending the car in front of me at a stop light. "Hey!" Hector said. "Keep your eyes on the road cuck!"

They went back to low-talking and soon I noticed that my wife's head had disappeared from sight. I heard the unmistakable sounds of my wife performing oral sex.

I felt bad about interrupting when I pulled up to the hotel, but I announced that we'd arrived. I got out and opened the door for them and Viv got out, with what was left of her lipstick a bit smeared.

Hector took a moment to get his pants buckled. While we were waiting, Viv whispered in my ear. "I love you so much baby, thank you," then she kissed me hard and pushed her tongue into my mouth. Hector got out and watched the kiss, smirking.

"Listen," he said, "she'll call you tomorrow to come get us. Maybe I'll send you a video later tonight if I feel like it."

"Okay," I said.

He looked at me and nodded. "Yeah," he said, "I was right. You're a super-cuck."

"Thanks," I said.

They went into the lobby of the huge hotel and I got in my car and drove home, feeling a confusing mixture of arousal, jealousy, shame and pride.

I tried to put Viv and Hector out of my mind by watching television for a while, and then doing the dishes, but it was no help. The house was quiet and empty and I finally just sat on the couch, thinking.

What if they fell in love? What if laughing at me and belittling me in sexual situations led Viv to feel that way about me in everyday life? Maybe I had been stupid to let my wife violate our marital vows. How could she respect me?

There was such a thing as honor, and in some cultures it was worth killing over. Had I intentionally dishonored myself and my wife? What was wrong with me?

Sometime after midnight, my phone buzzed. It was a video from Hector. My mouth went dry and my head was swimming in a sea of forbidden sexual need. I opened the video and hit play.

It was a close-up of Viv's well-fucked, gaping pussy. White fluid oozed out of it and slid down her crack to her asshole. The camera went up her naked body to her smiling face. "Say something to your hubby," Hector's voice said.

"Hey babe," Viv said. "I wish you were here right now. I'm wasting a perfectly good creampie. Hector fucked me so good baby. I'm all gooey."

"Tell him what we're doing next," Hector said.

Viv looked naughty and conspiratorial. "He's taking me down to the hotel bar to see if I can pick up another guy," she said. "There's an athletic training conference going on in the hotel, so there are plenty of good looking guys to choose from."

"Anything else you wanna tell hubby?" Hector asked.

"Yeah," she said. "I love you babe. I couldn't do any of this if I didn't know you were home thinking about me with your teeny peeny all stiff. You're the perfect hubby." She blew a kiss to the camera and the video ended.

I was rock hard.

I opened my pants and started the video over again. I didn't get 10 seconds into it before I exploded in a powerful orgasm, spurting cum all over the undershirt I was wearing.

It was after 11 on Saturday morning when I got a text from Viv saying to come down and pick them up.

When I texted them that I was there, they told me to wait because they were finishing breakfast. After a half hour, Viv and Hector came out of the hotel. Viv looked exactly like what she was: a woman who'd been fucking all night.

She was still in her black sequined top, but she wasn't wearing a bra anymore. She held onto Hector, looking a little unsteady on her cork wedge shoes. She'd pulled up her hair and applied some lipstick, but she still had that just-fucked look.

Hector was still in his suit, although his tie was gone. I opened the back door for them and they climbed in.

"You guys look like you had a fun night," I said as I started the car.

"Take us out Route 12 North," Hector said.

"Why, where are we going?"

"Don't ask questions cuck," Hector said.

Viv laughed and hit Hector on the shoulder. "That's not nice," she said to him. "We're making a quick stop babe. It's a surprise."

I got off the freeway at the Route 12 exit and headed North. I drove for another ten minutes or so before Hector spoke. "Turn in up here on the right."

It was the Adult Superstore. I'd driven by the place many times, but had never had the nerve to go in and check it out. I parked the car, curious what we were doing there and more than a little nervous, but I didn't ask any more questions.

I got out and opened the door for them. "You're coming too," Hector said.

The door made a loud electronic 'ping' as we entered. The store was brightly lit with various colored fluorescent lights. The black tiled floor reminded me of being on a stage for some reason.

Directly across from the door was a long checkout counter, and there was a twenty-something girl behind the cash register with eyebrow, nose, and lip piercings and a tattoo on her neck. To the left was an extensive DVD and Blu-Ray section and the entrance to something called the 'Video Arcade,' but I doubted they had Pac-Man back there.

To the right was a long shelf of books and magazines, and beyond that a wall of dildos and vibrators. The middle of that section held displays of various types of fetish gear.

Viv and I followed Hector up to the counter. "Hi," the pierced girl said. "Can I help you find something?"

"Yeah," Hector said. "I'm looking for a cock cage."

"For you?" she asked.

He chuckled. "Nah, it's for this little guy right here." He put his giant hand on my shoulder.

I'm not sure how I looked, but the girl seemed amused. I felt like I might buckle and collapse right there. I'd read about male chastity, but it had never been part of my cuckold fantasy. Now, like it or not, it was about to become my cuckold reality.

The girl turned to Viv, "I assume you'll be the key holder?"

"That's right," Viv said.

"I'm sure we can find something for you," she said. "Follow me."

We went down into the fetish area, past the leather harnesses, riding crops, studded dog collars, gimp masks, and nipple clamps to a collection of male chastity devices.

The clerk took a plastic one off of the display rack. "This is our most popular model," she said. "It's also our least expensive. It's one-size-fits-all, with three differently sized lock-rings--that's the part that goes all the way around behind the balls and holds the device in place. It comes in clear, white, red, or hot-pink." She opened the box, pulled it out and handed it to Viv.

Viv squeezed it and frowned. "It's pretty soft," she said.

Hector took it and looked it over. "Yeah, he could get out of this," he said.

"That's true," the pierced girl said. "It's pretty much just a novelty or toy. It's like our fuzzy handcuffs--I wouldn't recommend them for law-enforcement purposes. If you're looking for serious restraint, you should probably go with one of our steel models." She got a small box off the shelf above the rack and handed it to Viv. "This one's called the 'Yes Dear.' It comes with a money back guarantee."

"Oh yeah," Viv said, looking at the text on the box. "Listen, 'If you do not experience a 100% change in your husband or boyfriend's demeanor and attitude toward you after one week in the Yes Dear, you can return it for a full no-questions-asked refund.'"

"It's stainless steel," the girl said. "And it comes with a lock and a cute little key on a silver necklace."

Viv handed the box to me. "We'll take it," she said.

"It's two hundred dollars," I said.

"Hey if it changes your whole demeanor and attitude toward me, it'll be worth it," Viv said. "And if not, we can get our money back."

"I've sold a lot of these," the girl said, "and I've never had to give a refund."

I put it on my credit card, wondering how it would show up on the list of transactions, and drove Hector and Viv back to our house. Hector kissed Viv for a long time, right there in our driveway, gave me an appreciative nod, and then got in his car and drove away.

As soon as we were in the house, I started kissing my wife. "Whoa there, hold up," she said. "I don't feel like fooling around right now. I'm tired."

"Come on Viv, I need to know what happened," I said.

"Hmm. That sounds pretty demanding," Viv said. "I don't think that kind of talk fits our new dynamic."

"You said you were going to try to pick up another guy at the hotel bar," I said. "Did you? You gotta tell me, I'm dying here."

"I'll gladly tell you all about my sexual adventures," she said, "when I feel like you've earned it." She took the bag from the sex shop from me and removed the box. "Right now it's about time we locked up your teeny peeny. I want you to get used to it over the weekend so you won't be tempted to argue with me about wearing it to work on Monday."

"Are you serious?" I asked. "I figured I'd just be wearing it while you were messing around with other guys."

"No," Viv said as she removed the device from the box. "All the articles I've read say that chastity works best if it's 24/7 for a set period of time. A week is a good start. It'll actually be a week and a day."

"So it'll come off a week from tomorrow?"

"That's right," she said. "Super Bowl Sunday. That's if you've earned it."

"I uh... Viv?"

"Or we could just go back to the way things were," she said. "We could go back to our normal lives and pretend none of this ever happened."

"No!" I said. "I don't want that."

She smiled at me. "Good," she said. "Now go get me an ice cube, we're going to need it if you're going to fit in this little cage."

I was highly aroused and I guess she'd noticed. I went to the kitchen as she brought the device over to the dining room table. I put an ice cube in a glass and brought it to her.

She took the glass and set it on the table. "Okay," she said to me. "Get the little guy out." I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants and boxers. My penis sprang up, making Viv giggle. "It's so cute!" she said. "Let's see if we can soften him up a little."

She scooped the ice out of the glass and pressed it against the underside of my penis. I flinched and fought the urge to pull away. The sensation of cold ice fought with the sensation of Viv's warm hands, but eventually the ice won out, and my cock started to shrivel.

The ice was melting and it mixed with the pre-cum I was leaking. Once I was soft enough, Viv pushed the half-melted ice cube into my mouth. "Suck on that," she said. "It should taste familiar."

Viv quickly dried me off with a napkin and put the lock-ring around the entirety of my balls and cock. She stuffed me into the cage as my dick started to swell again, and got the lock in place with a little click.

"There," she said. "Nice and snug." She put on the key necklace and smiled at me. "I think I like this."

I wasn't so sure.

It was tight and a bit heavy, and I couldn't imagine wearing the thing to work. To make matters worse, I was getting turned on again, and it was restricting my growth. Of course, I knew the whole point of the thing was to prevent erections, but actually experiencing the device doing its job was alarming.

The cage pointed forward a bit, but the steel rings forced my dicklet to stay bent downward, as if I were still soft. I crunched the ice between my teeth, remembering that chewing ice was supposed to be a sign of sexual frustration.

"You can pull your pants up now, I'm all done," Viv said. "I'm going to get out of these clothes and take a shower. Then I'm going to get into my PJs and sit on the couch and watch TV. You are going to clean out the garage."

I couldn't believe how cruel she was being. "Please just tell me yes or no," I said, as I buckled my belt. "When you went down to the hotel bar, were you successful?"

A little smile flashed across her lips. "Like I said, I'll tell you all about my adventures if you earn it. That garage has been an atrocious mess for two years now. All I want to hear from you is the name of the device that I locked you up in."

"Yes dear?" I asked.

"That's it," she cooed, fingering the key hanging down to her cleavage. She gave me a little kiss and then went down the hall to take her shower.

I spent the rest of my Saturday and all day Sunday cleaning out the garage. I must say that by Sunday, it looked very neat and tidy, and I had thrown away a ton of junk.

The cage was not something I could forget I was wearing--I always knew it was there. That first night sleeping in it, I woke up twice when it prevented me from getting a hard on. Another function of the device was that it made me have to sit down to pee.

When Viv noticed me doing that, she laughed and said I was one of her girlfriends now.

On Sunday evening, Viv checked out the garage. She was impressed. "Wow," she said. "I've been asking you to do this for years. I locked your teeny peeny up in a cage and presto, it gets done."

"Have I earned a reward?" I asked.

"No, not yet," she said. "I'm going to go lie on the couch and catch up on my reality shows, and since you've been such a good boy, I thought I'd let you give me a foot massage."

I hated her reality shows, but the prospect of touching her bare flesh was too exciting to pass up, even if it was just her feet. I went to work like never before. I used her shows to time my foot rub.

Each episode of the show had two commercial breaks, so I spent until the first one on one heel, and then the other. I spent the next two chunks of time on her arches, and then moved to the ball of her foot and her toes.

I took the next couple of episodes to do each foot all over again, this time focusing on one foot at a time. By the time I was finished, an hour and a half had gone by and Viv was sound asleep. I covered her with a blanket and went down the hall to our bathroom.

My dick was straining against the metal chastity cage and pre-cum was dripping out of the tip. I laughed at my predicament and sat on the edge of the tub. This thing is an actual torture device, I thought.

I considered trying to squeeze myself out of it, but there was no use even attempting it. The image of my beautiful wife getting fucked up the ass by Mark flashed through my mind. My dick was tingling in a strange way and I put my pinky through the small hole at the tip and rubbed the ridge under my cockhead. It sent the tingling vibrations right down to my toes and seemed to electrify the hair follicles at the top of my head.

It was a whole-body sensation that I'd never felt before. My experiment was cut short when Viv opened the bathroom door.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked.

"Oh shit," I said. "I, um... I don't know. This thing is so tight and I'm really horny."

"Well whatever I just saw you doing, it looked an awful lot like masturbation," she said. "And that's not allowed. You're not allowed to cum until I say. I hate to do it since you gave me such a good foot massage, but I'm afraid you'll have to be punished."

"What?" I pulled up my pants. "That's ridiculous..."

"No, it's discipline," Viv said. "I'm in control of our marriage now, and if I'm going to maintain my authority, I have to punish you when you disobey my rules. I'm sorry."

"What kind of punishment are we talking about here?"

"Don't get excited," she said. "It certainly won't be anything you'll enjoy."

"I didn't even know about that rule," I said. "We never had a conversation about rules."

"It should've been obvious," she said. "I mean, why did I lock you in chastity if not to control your access to your little dick? Don't play dumb honey. You knew what you were doing was wrong didn't you?"

"Viv I..."

"Didn't you?"

"I... Yes. I knew what I was doing was wrong," I said.

"And you'll accept whatever punishment I choose?"

"Yes," I said.

"Good," she said. "Now go get me your wallet."

I knew from the look on her face not to question her. I went into the bedroom and got my wallet off the bureau. I brought it to her and she opened it and took my credit and debit cards.

"For the rest of the month, I will be holding onto these," she said. "I'll give you ten dollars a day to buy your lunch at work, but other than that, you will buy nothing. If you need money for gas, you can ask me for it. Maybe I'll give you your cards back next month." She looked at me for a moment. "Well?" she asked finally.

"What?"

"Aren't you going to thank me?"

"For restricting my access to my money?" I asked.

"MY money," she corrected. "And yes. I think when a wife does something difficult for the good of a marriage, the husband should thank her."

"I... Uh. Thanks," I said.

"That didn't sound right to me," she said. "Think about it and try again."

I took a deep breath. There was something about the way she was looking at me, a challenging glint in her eye, as if she wasn't sure how I would react.

I wanted to surrender unconditionally so that I could watch her win. It was the only thing in the world I wanted at that moment. "Thank you," I said. "What I did was wrong and I'm glad you're punishing me for it. You are completely in charge of every aspect of our marriage, and I'm glad. I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Good boy," she said. She leaned in and gave me a long kiss.

"I love you," I said.

"And I love you," she answered.