A Change of Heart

My wife was clear, she had no interest in indulging my interest in chastity play. This was a bit disappointing to me as I had already purchased a very secure lock and thought it would be fun. Apparently I was alone in this view.  My wife, Connie and I work in two different cities; we had a home outside of Boston where she lives during the week and I stayed in our main home a hundred miles away in Connecticut.  Monday through Thursday nights I slept alone and she comes home on Friday. I was usually very horny when she gets home, she is often simply tired.

One edgy activity we both seemed to enjoy was tease and deny. It was not unusual for me to go 3-4 weeks without an ejaculation. Connie would scrub my cock in the large shower we always used together leaving me panting and frantic. In bed, she'd oil up my cock and slowly rub me to the edge, slack off and then start again. This was particularly maddening if it followed a half hour of cunnilingus with a head pounding orgasm for her and none for me. I would moan about how much my balls ached and how drippy my cock was feeling. She would chuckle a bit and give me some phony sympathy;  

" Oh, poor boy, does your hard, hard cock ache? Too bad, maybe next month. Oops, I mean next week, yeah really, next week, I'd never, ever make you wait a month". This was often followed up with a none too gentle slap or two on my balls which did serve to quell my immediate horniness.

The part about a month was a lie. I had gone as long as 65 days in the run up to our wedding day and even on our honeymoon she had tried to make me wait. I was having none of that. On our wedding night, I ate her to a couple of orgasms and then pounced on her; my raging, denied erection was clearly in charge and I pumped her for all I was worth, tossing her around the bed like a rag doll as I came like a geyser. In the morning I mounted her again but relented when she told me she was sore from the night before. I actually relented when she started to rub me and sucked me off.  

I'm an odd mix of dominant and submissive. I'm much larger than my wife; she's only a bit over five feet tall and weighs maybe 115 lbs. I'm 6'2", 190 lbs and in pretty good shape. I love picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom, pulling off her clothes on the way. This doesn't always please her but it does often enough to make it worth the effort. Other times I endure her taunting and teasing as she gets to do all the cumming. Sometimes she gets to cum a dozen or more times while I wait. I can't explain how much it pleases me to be lapping at her pussy and to hear her moan knowing that after she cums she's going to be explaining to me that I won't be so lucky.  

We had a bit of an argument when she picked up my iPad one day and discovered some, ok, a lot, of pictures of naked women. I didn't think of it as hardcore porn but she was clear; this was essentially infidelity to her. It wasn't a screaming argument but it was clear that I had hurt her so, a bit reluctantly, I dumped the images and cleared the pictures. She made me promise to avoid porn of any kind and I promised I would. Keeping the promise proved difficult, very difficult.

Sexual images are everywhere, particularly on line. Victoria Secret ads are on TV, beer commercials have bikini babes even cruise lines use pictures of women in tiny swimsuits to sell cabins.  On line images of any kind of sexual activity, any kind, are just two clicks away at most.  

It was important to me to keep my promise. I'm a remarried widower and I have never been unfaithful to either my first wife or to Connie. If looking at pictures of naked women constituted infidelity in her mind, I would find a way to be faithful.

Synergy is an overused word. People usually use it when what they mean is coincidence. But in this case the idea just breaking in my head was perfect synergy. I put on the steel chastity device and locked it on. I sat in front of the TV and put on the Lifetime channel. I had to mute it because, to a guy the programming is awful but soon, as I expected there was a lingerie ad from Victoria Secret.   The models pranced in their bras and tiny panties and my cock, teased now for two weeks, began to stir. As it did, the lock began to tug on my balls.

I got through the ad and my cock calmed down. Comfort returned to my balls and all was right with my world. So long as I had the cock-lock on and no access to the keys, I would have to avoid porn; it would no longer tempt me as it simply meant pain or at least discomfort.  

I waited until Sunday afternoon. Connie was going to be getting up at 0-dark thirty Monday morning to head back to Boston and we had had a great weekend.  I told her I had an idea that would make things easier for me.  I told her I accept the fact that she doesn't want to play with my chastity toy but that I discovered that even TV ads with a sexual theme were hard to watch if I were wearing it. I suggested that if my junk were locked up she'd know I was being perfectly faithful to her and I would have the ease of not being tempted. She listened quietly and seemed to mull it over. After a few minutes she simply asked me to show her the lock. Twenty minutes later

I was standing in our living room, half naked and locked. Despite her initial misgivings she was obviously amused to see my junk seriously and effectively contained and out of reach.

"You really can't do anything with your cock can you?" She asked with just a hint of breathlessness in her voice.

"No ma'am and it'll be that way so long as you keep the key" I responded trying to play on any dominant feeling she may be developing.

"Well sweetie, I have to get up early so why don't we go to bed. Not to sleep right away but to bed" she said using a bit of verbal shorthand we had long used to suggest lovemaking.

We sleep naked and once in bed she wanted to get a good look at the lock. This involved a lot of touching and manipulating and before long my hands were fondling her body. Somehow but seamlessly her curiosity led to me going down on her I noticed immediately that her pussy was quite wet and she began to moan much sooner that she typically did when we made love. My cock lock got crowded as she approached orgasm and when she finally came it was more than a bit exuberant and loud. As I backed off her hands went to the back of my head and it was plain she wanted more. I stayed with her as her hips rocked and very soon she was coming again.

This time she pushed me away and onto my back. Then she climbed on top of me and simply laid prone on my body. As she recovered she raised herself and looked at me with a mix of longing and conquest. Finally she spoke.

"Great lovemaking requires at least two orgasms and since you're, indisposed shall we say, I thought I'd pick up the slack. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all sweetie" I lied feeling like I might burst, " I love making you cum."

With that she rolled over and fell into a deep sleep until early the next morning. I took quite a while to fall asleep.

The alarm went off and we began our typical practiced drill to get to our respective jobs. Showered and ready she went through a mental checklist, coffee in a go-cup, her overnight bag, briefcase and then she made one final note.

"I have the key we used last night but now I want the one you're hiding and didn't tell me about"

My heart sank a bit as I reached into my pocket and produced the only other key to my junk. She snapped it out of my hand with a victorious smile and was out the door soon to be a hundred miles away.

I had worn the device to work many times before but I always knew I had a key. It was bad on Monday but by Wednesday even the older women in my office were looking quite attractive. I caught myself looking at the office babe, a 30-something blonde named Maura with an almost illegal ass and a fondness for yoga pants. I managed to turn my attention elsewhere before she caught me but this was shaping up to be serious struggle. Thursday was worse but I kept my nose buried in my work and worked late enough so most all of the women were gone by the time I left.

Blessedly Friday finally came and with it the hope that I would too. I knew Connie would arrive tired but if I could get unlocked I could see to my needs myself. It was not to be. Connie got home about 6:00 and I had a pasta dinner prepared. We ate liesurely and had a couple of glasses of wine as the evening got away from us. About 9:00 I said I wanted to shower and turn in. Connie joined me and almost immediately began to soap up my caged junk. I thought this boded well and I watched as she dried off and climbed into bed. I joined her immediately and pulled her to me. She pulled me to her and ground her pussy into my cage.

"Get the key" I hissed

"Eat me" she said.

I did. If anything she was more responsive than she was Sunday night. She held my head almost desperately and drove her pussy into my face. She came and came and Im sure she had no better idea than I did how many orgasms she had. When she calmed down she made no move to set me free. I began to hump her gently and she pushed away just a bit.

"Please sweetie, not tonight. I'm exhausted"

The next day we had a conversation about my locked cock. Connie made it clear that playing with chastity was not particularly intriguing for her but what she called "real"chastity might be something she could get into. I asked her what she meant by real.

"I need to be totally in charge of this. You've had a long time to fantasize about this but it's new to me. I want to be sure and secure in how this works and that might include things outside your control. I mean, the lock is there for a reason. It means you're not in control. We can do this but there need to be a few rules."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well, first off, no asking to be unlocked or complaining about being locked. If you want me to be in charge it has to be really just me who decides. I really, as in REALLY, don't want to hear you complain. Got that?"

"Yes sweetie, I got that"

"Second, just because you're locked up doesn't mean I'm going to do without. I've rarely cum just from intercourse so I can get by without your cock so long as I get your tongue whenever I want it and I mean whenever even if you haven't cum in a while. That means on demand, or rather on my whim. Got that too?"

"Yes ma'am" I responded hoping she didn't hear the excitement in my voice. "Any other rules?"

"Im sure there are and I'll let you know what they are when I decide what they are. Do we have a deal?"

"Absolutely!" I responded a bit too eagerly.

"Good" she said as she stood and reached under her skirt. She dropped her panties and sat back down slouching in her chair. "Eat me" she said.

I moved over to kneel in front of her. I gently pushed her knees apart and kissed her inner thighs and then nuzzled her bare pussy. She was already pretty wet when my tongue made contact and it didn't take long for her breath to get ragged. Once again she came and came and came and I didn't. Instead of pushing me away she simply closed her legs and I withdrew. She sat there recovering and when her breathing returned to near normal she asked me, "Do you know what I was thinking about as I came?"

"No, what?"

"That a good bit of the fun is knowing you're not cumming this weekend."

She was true to her word. From her arrival on Friday night to her departure early Monday morning I stayed locked but she came seven times. I got a good bit of attention as well but no orgasms. She seemed to delight in playing with my nipples and tonguing my already swollen balls. I didn't slip up and ask to be released and she didn't interpret my moaning and gasping as complaining. Rather, she said, it was quite erotic to hear my frustration knowing only she could end it.

The week was worse than the previous one. The women in the office were distractingly attractive. I spotted Maura squatting down to get something out of a file and the visible gap revealed that she was wearing a thong under her yoga pants. I felt my cock drip and tried to get my mind on the contract I was supposed to be reviewing. The cock lock tugged a bit painfully on my balls and I simply had to look away. It certainly wasn't true but it was hard not to believe Maura was intentionally teasing me.

Friday came and, much like the previous week we went to bed shortly after dinner and Connie was the dessert I ate. Instead of rolling over to go to sleep she cuddled and began tonguing my left nipple while she played with my right. This was heavenly but all too soon my budding erection was pulling the device against my balls. As this was becoming agonizing I moaned and Connie stopped, giggled just a bit and then slapped my already aching balls. I gasped and she laughed out loud.

"Connie, I've got a question." I said as soon as I caught my breath. " Before when I told you about my chastity fantasy you weren't interested, what changed?

"Well, we both love it when I tease you, I think me possibly more than you. The pictures on your iPad led me to wonder if you were masturbating during our week apart or even..."

She broke off there but it was plain she was worried about me being with another woman.

"I'd never cheat on you" I nearly shouted.

"I've always felt that" she said. "Now I know that. Now, eat me again, slowly. Make it last because I want you to drip and suffer just a bit as I cum again."

Eventually we got to sleep, she long before me.

The weekend was a complete wash out with constant rain. When we got up I put the coffee on and we showered. Again, she lathered up my trapped junk and took a bit too much delight it handling it. After we had dried off Connie stopped me as I reached for my dresser.

"Stay naked, that's an order!"

That was new. To this point all of this seemed playful and sexy. This "order" crossed a threshold of a sort.

"Why" I asked. I'm sure I looked a bit perplexed if not stunned.

"Two reasons, reason one, I like the look of your cocked all locked up just for me and reason two, because I said so."

Much of what happens to us in life pivots on a single moment when a decision, conscious or otherwise, gets made. It was at this moment that I had a choice to make. I could push back and get dressed ignoring her "order" or I could go along. I told myself that I was simply curious to see where it would go but, in all honesty, her order triggered something in me, submission.

I stayed naked all day. It was a rainy summer day so I was not uncomfortable physically but the way Connie looked at me made me emotionally uncomfortable. It was a bit like being naked in front of woman I didn't know. I felt self conscious, slightly embarrassed but very turned on. I dripped constantly and kept tissues handy to deal with it. Connie had dressed in some tight gym shorts and a tank top with no bra. Her breasts jiggled and swayed as she moved. She was dressed pretty revealingly but compared to me she was over dressed. We had breakfast and coffee and then we sat together reading, she on her iPad, me with a book. Her right hand was in my lap. She wasn't playing with me but it seemed more like she laying claim to my manhood. Eventually she put down the tablet and spoke.

"Ted, I think we need to talk just a bit. Actually, Im going to talk, you listen. I find myself immensely turned on by all of this in a way I hadn't expected. I think my initial hesitancy around chastity was a reluctance to admit to myself that I really like being in control. It sounds so bitchy and unfair but you don't seem to mind and it's really got me incredibly hot. I'd like to take it further but I love you and do want your input"

As I began to speak she began to fondle my left nipple. "Connie, Im enjoying this a great deal. Taking it further sounds wonderful, what..."

I trailed off unable to keep a straight thought in my head. Connie stood and took off her shorts revealing a tiny pair of bikini panties. She lounged in the big overstuffed chair and said.

"Use your teeth to get my panties off and then eat me. Make it slow and make it last, I want you aching by the time I cum."

I knelt down in front of her and finally managed to get her panties off without using my hands. I began to pleasure her sopping pussy and a half hour later she did indeed cum. As she leaned back in the chair I used a wad of tissues to clean about a tablespoon of precum I had dripped on the hardwood floor.

"You were saying something Ted?"

"If you don't mind me asking, Connie, what exactly do you mean by 'taking it further' as you said"

"By taking it further, I mean I want to be really in charge. I want to be able to keep you locked as long as I like. If I feel the need or simply the desire to punish you, I want that to be my decision. I might spank you or use a hairbrush or even that long handled bath brush on you. I want to be the queen bitch and I want some of this to be things you actually don't like but do for me because I like them. Can you deal with that?"

I thought a moment how best to respond. I was on the floor kneeling in front of her eye level with her pussy. Without a word, I leaned forward and down and kissed her feet, first one and then the other. I rested my head on the floor in a pose of abject submission and surrender. She stood up and stepped over me, instructing me to stay where I was. I did. I heard her putting on her panties and shorts and the leave the room. She returned a moment later and told me to lift my ass but to keep my head on the floor. I couldn't see what she was doing but shortly I felt the startling impact of the bath brush on my ass followed by five more strikes. I howled from both surprise and pain.

That day was the pivot point. It was over two years ago. In that time I've been spanked, paddled and caned dozens of times. Connie has had hundreds of orgasms and I've had precisely two. My cock cage has been upgraded to a wireless electro-shock cage activated by an app on her phone. She can, from Boston, deliver anything from a pleasant vibration to a toe-curling shock that drops me to my knees. Blessedly she reserves these for after my work hours.

It's Wednesday. On Friday, the start of a long weekend she will be arriving with three friends from work I've never met. I've been instructed to be showered, naked and on my knees in the foyer when they arrive. They all know what expect but all I know is I am to serve them this weekend and to expect to be used, abused and humiliated. I can't wait.