0 comments/ 23119 views/ 2 favorites The Lessons of Panty Rose Ch. 01 By: spunknwagnels CHAPTER ONE Jill and John’s next-door neighbor was a single woman named Rose. “Panty Rose” was the nickname they had for her since most of the time, when they called on her or saw her for fleeting moments around her Victorian house, she merely wore her underwear below the waist. They didn’t know if it was because she liked to show off her exquisite legs or that, she didn’t like to be encumbered by usual clothing. But there she was, each time they encountered her, wearing pink or lavender silk panties with a man’s shirt, short housecoat, bulky sweater, or other conventional top. She intrigued them and for a couple of years they went out of their way to wave a greeting, make short small talk from their driveways, to take over items from their garden, or to bring a Christmas greeting in season. They tried their best to be good neighbors but the relationship barely scratched a surface. That is until the day when Jill was pacing outside in her driveway obviously distraught and in tears at what she thought was John’s infidelity. Rose approached her. Gingerly, she put an arm around her to arrest her movement and calm her. “What ever is the matter?” Rose asked in her French accent. “Take a couple of deep breaths … That’s it. Now tell Rose what the problem is?” Jill sniffled back some of the tears, “I think my marriage is over.” Rose hugged her with her chin on Jill’s tucked in head and patted her back. “Com’ on, come and talk to me over some tea.” Jill felt comforted by Rose’s womanly body and voluptuous warm breasts pressed against her. She agreed and allowed Rose to walk her over to the large Victorian house with Rose holding her at the shoulders. She sat in the living room and watched Rose making tea in the kitchen. She was distracted from her suffering momentarily as one of those soft warm breasts poked through the housecoat Rose wore when she reached overhead into a cabinet. Jill and John had guessed Rose’s age to be everything between thirty-five and fifty depending on the lighting or circumstance. Her body seemed younger, but the wisdom in her face made her seem older. Now that Jill was observing Rose in her sunlit home, she was settling on early forties. Here you go.” Rose said offering Jill some tea. Then, she sat down across from her holding her own cup in her hands at her knees. Rose’s housecoat tails lie down on either side of her thighs showing her shiny pink panties barely held together by the belt, giving Jill an eyeful of cleavage as she thanked her for the tea. Jill was again distracted by Rose’s hard nipples poking at the silk from the friction of them moving against the sensuous material when Rose spoke. “Now tell me all about it.” “I, ah, I think John is seeing another woman.” Jill said between sniffles. “How can you be so sure? You two always look so happy together.” Rose challenged. “Well, we ….” “Com’on, you can tell Rose. What happened?” Jill looked at her tea for a moment and looked up to say, “Well, we don’t have sex much anymore and John stays out late with friends or works late at the office.” “That of course, doesn’t prove it, but it looks bad. What is your sex like when you have it?” Rose said without hesitation. Jill looked Rose in the face for assurance after being shocked by the bluntness of the question. “Ah, it’s just normal sex I guess.” “Do you get an orgasm?” “Ah.” Jill stalled. She didn’t know if this was such a good idea. Even though she and John had lived next to Rose for nearly two years, they kept their conversations at just the pleasantries. “Sometimes I guess.” She finally said. “Do you make it so he thinks you do each time or do you let him know that he needs to do more?” Rose queried. “I don’t like to make him feel bad, but I think he can tell.” Jill confessed. “I see what the problem is. You need someone in charge.” Rose said. Jill looked at her quizzically. “It doesn’t matter whether he is exploring more exciting avenues for his urges or not at this point. I am going to teach you how to make it so he only comes to you for it. Are you interested?” Jill nodded, took a sip of tea and watched Rose’s nipples move under the silk robe as she stood up. “Stand up. Let me have a look at you. Let’s see what we are working with here.” Rose ordered. Jill stood up as she put down the cup and saucer. “Turn around.” Rose directed twirling her finger before her. “That’s it. Nice, very nice. Now take off your blouse.” “What?” Jill responded with shock. “Look, someone needs to be in charge and right now that someone is me. Now take off the blouse like a good girl.” Jill thought about exiting but she was mesmerized by this woman who was pitching in to help her. She undid the buttons of her blouse. “All the way off.” Rose insisted, looking at her pensively. Jill untucked the tails from her pants, pulled the blouse off and then hugged her stomach with her forearms. “Very nice, very nice. Now the brassiere.” Rose added. Jill looked at her suspiciously, but when Rose’s expression remained unchanged, she reached behind and undid the clasp of her bra. She let it slide down her arms, feeling awkward and embarrassed, as Rose looked her over. She clasped her hands backwards in front of her lap. “You follow directions very well.” Rose rewarded. “Now cup your breasts like this,” Rose said putting her hands under her own breasts. Jill complied in a manner that offered up her nipples and areolas to Rose’s gaze. “Nice, tres bonne. We have something to work with here.” “What does this have to do with …?” “Put your hands back under your breasts … That’s it.” Rose said while approaching her. Then she took the sash end of her short robe and grazed the silky material across Jill’s nipples alternately. Jill rolled her eyes up under her lids, gasped for some air and went a little weak in the knees. She came to her senses and looked where Rose was looking now at her erect nipples. Her hands instinctively moved to cup her nipples. Rose briefly showed a flash of amusement but came back to character, took a step back, and asked that Jill remove her pants. “Whoa?” “You want me to help you, no?” “I guess.” “Then do as I say. Please remove your pants.” Rose ordered, standing feet apart, fists on hips, arms akimbo and her housecoat hanging open to reveal her trim stomach and shiny panties. Jill let go of her breasts, kicked aside her sandals, and lowered her pants. “Hmmm. Nice, very nice. Exquisite. You will have nothing to worry about. I will make it so he will worship you and you will worship him.” Rose promised. Jill’s embarrassment was being tempered by hope and growing faith in Rose’s intervention in large measure from her directness and confidence. Rose led her out of the pooled pants by the hand. “Come with me.” Rose said taking Jill by the hand down the front hall and to a door behind the stairway leading to the basement. “I really should get back.” Jill protested before the light was switched on. “Come with me, Silly. Let Rose take care of everything.” Jill tried to still her bouncing breasts with her left arm as she was led down the stairs by the hand. When she got to the bottom, she saw an old-fashioned sitting room with three closed doors leading somewhere. She was led to an overstuffed camelback settee. “Sit here while I get some things.” Rose suggested. Rose came back, sat in the chair next to the settee, and held some suspicious items in her hands. Jill’s body language reacted to the sight and stiffened. Rose added to her apprehension by asking, “Have you ever given complete control over to another person for a period of time?” Jill searched her mind to answer the question accurately. She was actually figuring out a way to get out of there. “No.” She replied fearfully. “Not unless you count being drunk or as an infant.” “Well take as an infant for example. When you were completely helpless, your mother fed you, cleaned you, comforted you. She moved you around to where you needed to be. Isn’t that right?” Jill nodded cautiously. “That felt good, didn’t it, when your mother took care of everything for you?” Jill nodded again. “Let’s try that again right now.” Jill put her hands down on the seat cushion at her sides ready to get up at a moment’s notice. Rose got up, sat down next to Jill and put an arm around her. Jill stared at the side view of Rose’s breast now only half covered by the open robe while she felt an involuntary shiver go down her body at the feel of the padded leather items in Rose’s hand touching her upper arm. Then Rose dangled a leather cuff with one finger. “I’m going to put these on you now.” “B… bu… but ...” “Don’t worry. You can trust Mama Rose. When you were a baby, you weren’t able to resist, but now that you are a full-grown woman your mind will force you to try and resist. That will defeat the lesson now won’t it?” Jill looked in panic as Rose brought the cuff slowly to her wrist. “Here, you put this on. That will tell your mind that you intend to have this lesson.” Jill looked alternately at her wrist, Rose’s breast and Rose’s face as she put the first cuff on. Then, the second one followed. Jill moved the cuffs around her wrists nervously as Rose stood up and held out her hand for Jill to join her. “Come with me.” Rose asked. “I am going to take care of the first step at your taking back control of your marriage.” Rose walked Jill into a room that looked like an adult playground with the colors and padded apparatus. “I’ll have you stand here.” “I don’t think I want to do this.” Jill implored. “That’s perfectly normal.” Rose empathized. “Consider, however, that things are the way they are for you because of the way you have been acting. If you’ll change the way you are acting in your marriage you will naturally change the outcome. One outcome we want to change is for you to be more orgasmic.” “Now I know I don’t want to do this.” “Trust me, my dear.” Rose assured her. “I won’t do anything you will not appreciate when we are through… Just to be sure, if you will allow me to help you explore the edges of your comfort zone a little more than you know about right now, we’ll use a code word you can say and I’ll stop whatever I am doing. What would you like that safe word to be?” “Ah, ah, …” “How about ‘fiddlesticks?’ I heard it said in a movie last night and it struck me funny.” Rose offered. Jill looked at Rose in horror as Rose matter-of-factly took one arm and hooked her wrist to the end of a three foot bar hanging from the ceiling on chains like an aerialist’s swing. Then she whimpered No as Rose took her other wrist and fastened it to the other end. Jill instinctively twisted and tested her entrapment. Rose ran a caring hand down Jill’s upper chest to calm and reassure her like she would a newly adopted pet. “I think you will be more comfortable in these unfamiliar surroundings if I put this on.” Rose said referring to the blindfold she had temporarily draped over her shoulder. Jill was already dizzy and disoriented. Her will to fight Rose or even to say “fiddlesticks” was too low and she didn’t raise much more objection to having a blindfold placed on her eyes than to scrunch up her face as if Rose were about to feed her a spoonful of objectionable medicine. Rose was careful to keep one hand in caressing contact with Jill’s body at all times as she walked around the prey in her web. Rose worked her way down Jill’s body turning on each and every sensual switch along the way. Jill was swooning in pleasure right up to the point that she felt Rose’s fingers hook inside the elastic band of her underwear. “Ohhh…” Jill mewed and padded in place. “What … ?” “Relax, and let Mama Rose take care of everything.” Rose said as she pulled Jill’s panties down and guided her feet out. Jill felt exquisitely vulnerable with the coolness of the room lapping at her moist pussy and her hands unable to protect it. Then Rose’s hand left her body and Jill felt a sudden wave of panic. “Don’t worry, Dear. I am over here.” Rose said as she grabbed a bench and slid it toward the up stretched Jill. Jill listened intently as the bench scraped the floor and grew closer until it gently bumped her legs prompting her to spread them to accommodate it sliding between them. “There, that’s better. I needed to sit for the next step.” Rose explained. Jill was happy that Rose had returned. Her hands were gliding sensuously up and down Jill’s legs now hinting that eventually they would explore the one last area on Jill’s body that was yet untouched. But, instead of fingers, she was startled by the insanely stimulating touch of a feather. She squirmed and mewled and twisted and howled and tiptoed and squealed as the long feather sawed and danced it’s way along and across her hungry pussy lips. When her body couldn’t take it anymore she came in a series of exhausting orgasms right as Rose pinched her nipples hard at the high point of each climax. Jill hung limp unable to lift herself off the feather that was now mounted in the bench angled toward her pussy. Her body felt drained and her nipples ached. As she regained her composure and moved the slightest bit, the stationary feather sent an electric sensation up her body to her head. First, she would reflexively move her hips back, but the feather’s angle maintained contact. She tried moving to the side, but it was more or less caught in her swollen pussy lips. And, anytime she grew tired of trying to stand off of it and moved forward again it shot another electric shot up her body to her brain forcing her to reflexively shoot back again. Rose was silent. Jill’s eyes were still blindfolded so her whole attention was now directed at getting off of the offending feather. In her efforts to move off of it, there was a point where a switch went off in her head and instead of trying to stop the sensation, she couldn’t get enough of it. As she sawed her pussy over the feather, she wanted to bear down and get more friction, but as she tried, the feather bent with her and gave her little satisfaction. She called for Rose, but got no response. The only thing she had any control over was humping that feather until she could flush the new sexual frustration away. Jill worked up a sweat thrusting her pussy forward and back and around the feather until she tightened her breathing and vocalizations and exploded into a satisfying orgasm right as Rose surprised Jill by pinching her erect nipples again. “Rose? Rose?” “Call me Mama Rose for this my dear. We’re not through yet.” “Rose, I mean Mama Rose, I don’t think I can take any more of this. Please, let’s stop.” “Okay, My Dear, moving on.” Rose muttered as she let Jill down from the bar. Jill’s hands went immediately for the feather and pushed it down and away from her nether crease. Then she went for the blindfold. “No Dear, let’s leave that on for the time being. Here, I want you to feel this and tell me if it is the same size as John.” Jill indicated that it felt bigger. Then after two size changes, she felt she had the right size. Then Rose helped her over to a raised platform. “Climb up here on your hands and knees.” “What are you … But I thought … but we don’t do it like …” “I’m going to suggest that you try it this way. He’ll have better penetration. I’m going to show you something. Trust me for a moment.” Jill assumed a hand and knee position frozen like a deer in headlights aware of her breasts hanging free and her ass crack and love fig displayed in back. Her rigor melted when she felt the head of a pliable plastic phallus gently and strategically touching and caressing her pussy lips. When it was gently twisted and slowly inserted, she spread her knees and went from her hands to her elbows. Rose worked the strap on dildo in and out and at the same time role-playing a conversation John might have while driving his own cock into his wife’s love hole. Rose talked on John’s behalf as if his climax was building in advance of what she could tell of Jill’s climax. Jill started to panic as if John were going to conclude early and moved her hips back against Rose’s movements to try and catch up. Then Rose increased her pace, told Jill she was about to pop a load and drove it in and stayed in place simulating John’s climax. Jill panicked and squeezed her cunt muscles and mewled out for all she was worth and then Rose pinched her nipples causing Jill to come in a flooding series of releases with Rose strategically pinching Jill’s nipples to keep it going. Rose gathered up the apparatus, cleaned it and put it all away while she let Jill luxuriate splayed on her back atop the padded platform. When Jill came to her senses and started to sit up, Rose met Jill’s hands at the back of her head and took the blindfold off for her. The tearful Jill spontaneously hugged her neighbor mashing her naked body against Rose’s warm flesh. “There, there, my dear. Now you see that you can control your own pleasure. We have turned your nipples into a trigger which you can fire anytime you need it.” Rose explained. “The more you use it, the more you will need Mama Rose to reset it for you.” Jill sniffled up her tears and started to sit on her own. “Now, I’ll need you to send John over for some training.” Rose offered. “How can I do that?” “Leave that to me.” Rose assured her. The Lessons of Panty Rose Ch. 02 "Are you trying to be another Panty Rose?" John asked Jill since she was walking around in just panties and one of his old shirts. "No. But speaking of 'Panty Rose,' she wants us to come over tonight and help her with something." Jill said mysteriously. "But I promised the guys..." "This is more important!" Jill glared in a way that John knew he would lose the battle if he went to war over it. After dinner Jill announced, "Let's go." "Aren't you going to put something on?" "I'm dressed, at least as much as Panty Rose dresses. Come on, I don't want to be late." Jill looked cautiously around the neighborhood for anyone who might see her dressed as she was while they waited for Rose to answer the door. "Greetings neighbors. Won't you come in?" Rose said wearing a yellow satin housecoat. Her bullet nipples poking through the material immediately distracted John. The shape and movement of her rear cheeks drew him to follow her into the living room. "Will you excuse me?" Jill asked and left the room. "Can I get you anything?" Rose offered. "No thank you. How can I be of help? Jill said you..." John asked a little red faced as Rose's femininity was continuing to fuel his distraction. "Sit down. Tell me something. Do you love your wife?" Rose asked. "Well, of course I do." "How much?" "More than anything in the world, I guess." John replied not sure where Rose was going with the line of questioning. He had dreamed of doing it with Rose many times but never thought it a good idea to even flirt with her and take it in that direction. "More than anyone else?" "Yes, well my family is up there too." "Okay, but that is in a different way, don't you agree?" "Sure, of course." "Do you think you have been demonstrating to Jill that you love her more than anyone else lately?" "Now see here..." John reacted indignantly. "I found Jill crying this morning after you went to work and she felt that you had fallen out of love with her. What would make her think that?" John looked at Rose searching his mind for a response, "Hunh," but it remained blank despite the expression of concerned bewilderment he maintained. "Just thought you should know." Rose said seemingly letting him off the hook. "Well, okay. How can I help you?" "Follow me." Rose directed and led him downstairs. Once in the sitting room she said, "I have decided to help Jill and I need you to help me." John looked at her with cautious bewilderment. "Come in here." John followed her into the playroom. "No way." He said wanting to turn and leave. Rose gently but decisively grabbed his upper arm and pointed with open palm to Jill lying on her back with her ankles attached to the ends of a five foot bar suspended from the ceiling. As Rose guided John toward Jill she explained, "Jill is in training, but her training is in its infancy." John alternated between looking at his wife's embarrassed look and her gaping pussy looking at him from between her outstretched legs. "And, as an infant she wouldn't have any hair down here." Rose said pointing to Jill's crotch. "As the person who loves her and has pledged to take care of her, I'm asking that you be the one to help me remove all of that hair." "But I wouldn't know..." "I'll direct you. You'll be fine. First, I'd take off your shirt. This could get messy." Rose directed. John took off his shirt, flattened his chest hair, and then rubbed his hands together in apprehensive anticipation while Rose moved the implements and supplies next to the padded bench she had placed in front of Jill's "V" display. She instructed John to moisten and soften Jill's nether beard. Then she talked him through the scrape, rinse and drying procedures. John sat entranced looking at his handiwork and his wife's denuded pussy lips like he had never seen them before. He needed little prompting to touch the area to see if the work was indeed complete. Jill tossed her head from side to side and griped the edges of the padded box while trying to stifle her moans as his touch brought back memories of a particular feather that had its way with her there earlier. "Let me check." Rose insisted and placed her fingers on the newly shaved skin and moved them around with an experienced touch. Jill's head shot up to look and stare at John between her legs as she was frigged to a convulsing climax at the same time that she pinched her own nipples hard. John was in shock. His mind was asking His confusion was interrupted by Rose asking, "If you love your wife like you tell me you do, you probably want to be the one doing that, am I right?" "Ah, yes... of course." "Then you probably would have no problem kissing her there, right?" Rose asked. John actually did have a problem with that as did Jill reciprocating it for John, but the soft rubbery pink folds looked new and different to him. The whole setting was hypnotic and Rose was an effective enchantress so he agreed to kiss his wife on her nether lips. His kiss became a gobble. His tongue became a probing snake. And, amidst his newfound pleasure he didn't even notice that his wrists were now cuffed and being brought to behind him. "Don't worry. I just don't want you to use your hands by accident." Rose revealed as she clipped his wrists together. Rose placed her hand on his crotch. "It seems you are getting a little tight down there." John nodded through the gobbling. "Stand up and I'll help you out of these." She said with her hand on his belt buckle. John didn't much care at that point. He was making his wife squirm with pleasure and he could use some stimulation himself, and so far Rose had been nothing but caring to his wife's needs, so he stood, bent at the waist to maintain contact with his wife's cunt, and barely noticed his pants being pulled down except for the relief of having his cock and balls spring free. Jill came once and John continued the cunnilingus some more. Then he grew so turned on that he attempted to hike her, but Rose pulled his dick head down saying, "Ut, ut, aaAaah. Not here, not now. You two can reserve that for your own bedroom." John turned toward her red-faced, frustrated, angry, and still bound in back. Then he became overwhelmed with embarrassment as he realized he was naked with an oozing hardon in front of his neighbor whom he barely knew. "Would you like to enter training with your wife so you can have that taken care of?" Rose asked referring to his twitching cock. John nodded "yes" with tightly closed lips. Then he said, "Please undo my hands." "All in good time, My Dear. Right now you seem a little bit unruly. I don't know if Mama Rose can control her new child. I think you should have a good American time-out while we get you ready." Rose said helping Jill get up. "I'm going to have you stand here." She said placing him under the three-foot bar. "Jill, honey, please hand me that there." She said referring to what looked like a leash with a tiny choke chain at the end. "Thank you. You see this, John? This loop only tightens unless you work this open here. I'm going to put this on you for a little insurance until you are fully accepted into the program." With that said, she gave the leash to Jill to loop over her husband's balls at the base. Jill slipped it on and pulled it snug with a worried but hopeful look on her face at how John might react. Then with Rose holding the leash she did as instructed and clipped John's wrists to the ends of the overhead bar. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Rose said removing the choke chain and briefly massaging the tactile memory of it away from his genitals. Next she gave Jill a bottle of hair remover and had her smear it all over John from the neck on down. "Hey, what is this stuff? It stinks and it stings." John asked. "You must learn to crawl before you walk, so we are taking you back to infancy." Rose explained. "Jill, honey, don't. Get it off. What will the guys say?" "Who do you love more, your wife or 'the guys?'" Rose asked. "My wife, of course." He relied. "Honey, stop, please." "The most precious thing you have to give anyone is 'your time.' If you truly love Jill more, then it stands to reason that you would give her more of your time than anyone else." He thought. "How long is this gonna take to grow back in?" He asked. "Not long." Rose replied matter-of-factly. As they waited the maximum time for the lotion to depilate, Jill sat on a bench beside him tapping the underside of his cock head playfully each time he started to go limp. They reassured him that he would get his release shortly. Once they had him standing in a washtub and got him all rinsed off, he asked to be released from his bondage and relieved of his hardon. "Do you want us to do it for you, or do you want to do it yourself?" Rose asked. John looked back and forth at the two smiling women then announced sheepishly, "you guys." "Well then, we will need to have you put this on for that." Rose said referring to a leather collar with rings attached. She took one hand down and snapped the cuff to one side of his neck and then the other while Jill, and Rose occasionally, gave John's hairless genitals a playful squeeze to reassure him that he was going to get the attention he was waiting for. When Rose positioned and strapped him in a chair whose seat was a ninety degree angle "V" designed to support just the thighs and butt cheeks leaving the male genitals open and dangling, she started to describe the lesson. "So John, do you remember me telling you that the greatest gift you can give someone is 'time?' Your first lesson is going to be learning how to take your time." Then turning to Jill and holding up John's balls and cock for display, "This makes him look so frisky, doesn't it?" "Like a frisky little boy." Jill responded with a playful smile for John. "I want you to play with this frisky little boy while I go upstairs for a moment. Now I want you to play nice with him and don't let him make any messes on this floor. If he is about to make a mess, I want you to pinch him here on the base like this and bite down on one of his nipples at the same time. Can you do that for me, Dear?" "I'd be glad to play nicely with my little boy friend." Jill replied and moved in to work her magic hands on John's cock. When Rose returned with a bowl, Jill was pinching and biting just as instructed. John was wincing and thinking he made the wrong choice. If he had agreed to do it himself, he'd be done by now he thought despite the inherent humiliation of taking care of it in front of two watching women. "Let's do it again." Rose directed and Jill got him ready to explode minus one or two strokes. Then she bit his nipple while pinching him off. "Keep chewing on that nipple." Rose ordered while she replaced Jill's pinching with packing John's genitals in ice water. "Aaaagh. What are you two doing to me?" John said with desperation and discomfort. "Honey, Honey, she knows what she is doing. Just trust us." Jill pleaded. Jill and Rose repeated the cycle several more times until Rose gave the nod to slowly finish him off. Jill started with the slightest of touches prompting John to buck up against her as much as he could given his restraints and Rose cupped a warm hand onto his balls to feel them churning. Soon Jill's hand was flying up and down, John was screaming "godt, godt, godt," with each effort to make her stroke the last, and Rose just smiled as she felt his balls tighten and shoot the pent up load in an arc between and past them. "Honey, Honey," John finally implored Jill, "you can stop now. I don't think there is anything more to release and I can't take it any more... Thank you." Rose had Jill clean up John's mess while he basked in the after moments, not caring that he was still bound to the special chair. When he showed signs of coming back on line with the reality of the moment, Rose pulled the end of a bench up and asked him, "So, what have you learned here today?" "That this is one fucked up thing you've got going here." "You mean to tell me you didn't enjoy giving your wife pleasure more than you have ever done before or that you probably just had the best orgasm of your life?" Rose challenged. "I'll give you that." "There is more of that to come. Do you still want to be in the program?" Rose asked. John looked at Jill who was saying "please say 'yes'" with her eyes and then looked at Rose pensively, "Okay, I guess." "Good. Now for some homework and rules." Rose said putting her hands on her knees to stand up. "First off, my teacher told me to never wear anything more than underwear, if that, around the house." John looked at Jill for a little inside joke and understanding. "Of course, you will need to make some accommodations for being in public places concerning laws and such, but always wear a little less than expected. "What's the reason for that?" John challenged. "Dressing just a little riskier than you are comfortable with will be your way to remember to think of each other throughout the day no matter if you are together or not." John stuck out his lower lip and nodded to say that it made sense from his standpoint, while Jill was getting ready to explode with appreciation for everything Rose was doing so far. "And then there is the matter of homework." The two of them were peaked with curiosity, especially for the item Rose was mostly concealing in her hands. "This is going to be a lesson in trust." John looked down in panic as Rose moved in to fit a clear plastic device to his cock and balls. Jill hurried to see over her shoulder. They both saw the clear plastic chastity device with a locking ring around the base of John's cock and balls. From there went four plastic bars ending at a ring to form an open curved down tube big enough for John's cock to rest in but too small for an erection. "Hey, get that damn thing off of me." "Now John, you agreed to try out these lessons further. I think you and Jill might have a very big problem if you don't at least give it a try." Rose warned. "But... But how do I... I mean... Wait a second what about the trust thing?" "John, you have been asking Jill to trust you with all of these nights away from home which leads us today where she was ready to give up on the two of you. In this lesson, you will learn to trust that she will release you when need be and that your releases will not be unreasonably withheld from you. This will bring her back into the marriage and you will be getting a preview of a very important lesson that you will take from all of this later." Rose lectured ending in the click of the little padlock. Rose unfastened his legs. Then she unhooked his cuffs. Both Rose and Jill removed the cuffs while John looked down at his cock in the clear plastic cage. He rubbed his wrists and tried to walk but the sweat in his newly hairless crotch and butt crack made him walk funny. "Come on Jilly, let's get out of here." He said gathering up his clothes. He put on his shirt and boxers, but when he went to put on his pants, Jill reminded him that it was underwear only or less from now on.