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How I Became a Chastized Cuckold

By: gizzard



I have been married to my wife Jana for nine years and up to about two years ago we have led a pretty normal life. We did what most married couples did. We went to work, enjoyed each other's company, and found pleasure in each other's arms, remaining faithful to one another. We were very happy with the arrangement, until about two years ago when things were set in motion to put us in the lifestyle we live today.

I always considered myself lucky to have met and married Jana. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon and never thought in a million years that I would call her my wife. I always thought she was out of my league but I took a chance to ask her out and was rewarded for my bravery. Jana is a petite blonde, standing 5'4" with an hourglass body that most women would die for. Her 36C breasts accented her body perfectly and her velvet pussy, with a thin strip of soft blond pubic hair, could be closely related to heaven.

So what happened to change our life forever? I guess you will have to read on to find out.

Two years ago I doing some research on the internet for a paper I was writing on racial turmoil for my college thesis. I was searching for many topics that would be confrontational enough to set a strong ground for my project. I am not racist but having some argumentative topics in the thesis made for good content to elaborate on. One of the search results was linked to a MSN Group (R.I.P) titled Black Cock Property. I registered for the group and started looking around to see what it was all about. As it turned out, the content of the group was mainly focused on the right of black men to own white females, be they single or married. I was mesmerized by the sight of white females giving themselves over to strong, dominate, black males to use however they sought fit. Some pictures clearly showed wedding rings glowing on the women's fingers. After about five minutes of browsing around I realized that I actually had an erection that intensified every time I saw a wedding ring sparkling, knowing that this was someone's wife being given over to a black man. I found myself returning to this site and others like it, intent to include this topic in my thesis. As it turns out, the professor found the topic to be original and gave me an excellent grade for a thesis that was different from the many boring one off's he normally received.

With my thesis completed I had no reason to continue accessing Black Cock Property yet I found myself returning to the site anytime I had a few moments to myself. I also began fantasizing about Jana being one of the reparations being paid to black men and began to masturbate to the pictures and fantasies. The deeper I sunk into my fantasy; more topics began to surface and interest me. Some of these included Cuckoldry, Chastity, Cream Pies, and husband submission. 

I started hiding pictures, stories, and movie files on my hard drive. I hid different topics in different locations so that if any of the files were discovered the entire truth about my fantasy would not be known. The more I jerked off to these topics, I found myself becoming less interested in sex with Jana and my performance in the bedroom began to decline. I made up for my inability by focusing on getting better with oral sex and dedicating allot of effort to making Jana orgasm with my mouth instead. It seemed to fit my fantasy better and Jana never complained since she was getting better head than she had ever gotten.

I came home from work one day just like any normal day, but this wasn't any normal day, as I was about to find out. My life would never be the same after today.

Shortly after entering the house Jana called down the stairs, "Baby, can you come up to the bedroom and help me with something?" 

When I got to the bedroom there was a shocking surprise waiting for me. On the bed, clad in a super sheer white teddy with thigh high stockings and garter belt, was my wife Jana with her make-up meticulously applied and an evil grin on her face that I can't ever remember seeing from her before. 

Seeing the shock on my face, she took control of the moment, gesturing towards a chair near the bed, "Baby, we have to talk. I want you to take off all your clothes and sit here for me."

I had never known her to take control like this before but I hurried to comply with her wishes in fear that she would stop if I didn't obey. Every story I read over the past few months that focused on wives dominating their husbands seems to swim through my confused thoughts.

I know you have been hiding something from me lately and I want to bring it out in the open so we can talk it out," she began, speaking softly the ease the tension she could clearly see on my face. "Three weeks ago I was having some troubles with the computer and I asked my sister to come over and have a look at it." 

My heart was racing. Her sister was an experienced IT professional and there was little doubt she had found all of my hidden fantasy files. 

"The good news is that she found the problem. The other news is she found your hidden folder. We spent about an hour looking at your files and reading the stories in almost disbelief. I began to wonder if this was something you wanted me to do for you. Christina asked me if I wanted her to delete the files but I told her just to get rid of the virus and show me how to get back to your hidden folder." 

My head was spinning but I heard her say she found my hidden folder, which I took to mean only one of them. But which one was it? Which fantasy did she know about? What dark secret of mine was she now curious about helping me to experience it?

Jana let that sink in then continued, "I never realized that you had a chastity fantasy. Do you have a fantasy about being locked in a chastity belt? I see your dick getting hard, which I could take as a yes, but I want you to answer."

I took a few seconds for the lump in my throat to go away before answering, "Honey, I do have a fantasy about being locked up and having the decision on when and how I can orgasm dictated by someone else, but to be honest, I don't know if it is anything more than a fantasy. I have never done anything like it before."

She smiled and nodded as she began to speak, "Is this why you have been less enthusiastic during sex and more attentive while going down one me?" she asked me in a questioning tone. "Yes, I have noticed quite a change in that area as you may have guessed. 

I decided I was going to be honest about my feelings on chastity; I was not, however going to reveal the deeper cuckoldry fantasies that I felt she knew nothing about yet.

"I would say that it played a major part in my bedroom performance." I answered in a very subdued voice. "I have been stroking myself every chance I got thinking about it, about 7 or 8 times a week." 

She just grinned at me and said, "Thank you for being honest with me. I will return the favor and be honest with you. For the last three weeks I have been in a state of constant arousal thinking about locking you up in a cock cage. I looked at your pictures and read the stories you seemed to like enough to save. I have been getting myself off twice as much as you have!"

She shifted on the bed and reached into the nightstand table, withdrawing a small white cardboard box which she placed tenderly on the soft mattress in front of her. 

"I spent the first week after I discovered your files reading articles and even talking to other wives that I met online who keep their husbands chaste. I wanted to learn as much about chastity and denial as I could. Two weeks ago I ordered this," she whispered seductively as she pulled a clear, plastic CB-6000 and small brass padlock out of the box she pulled from the nightstand moments earlier. 

I could see she had been playing with it quite a bit. As she traced her fingers over the smooth surface, light glaring off the reflective surface showed clear evidence of many tiny finger smudges all over it. She stared at the empty cage with a look of deep wanting lust in her eyes.

I assume you know what this is since you have seen pictures of men wearing them before," she inquired of me as she brought the case to her lips and kissed the dome.

I simply nodded my head, unable to find words while looking at the object that could take away my ability to orgasm without consent from someone else. My dick however had no need for words and proclaimed its feelings by standing straight up and pulsing untouched. 

Putting the cage back in the box she continued, "I want you to know that I am willing to try this if you feel it is something you want to explore. I want you to go downstairs and think about this for the next hour or so. I leave this decision entirely up to you. If you decided you want me to lock up your penis and take away control of your orgasms, I want you to shave all your pubic hair, I am sure you realize why, and return to the bedroom. 

"I do not want you jerking off until you have made your decision! This is your chance to try your fantasy, and if you choose, we will discuss the specifics tonight," she finished in an authoritative voice.

She turned away from me and I took this as my cue to leave the bedroom. Even though I was forbidden to masturbate, I was sure Jana was breaking out one of her toys to use on herself. I couldn't blame her and to my surprise, I wasn't the least bit jealous. 

I sat down in the living room and for the first 15 minutes I felt like I was in a trance. The shock of the situation took its toll on me before I came to and started to think about my decision. I knew that if I went forward I would be making a huge sacrifice. I always jerked off to my fantasy but if it became reality the fantasy itself would prevent me from doing just that. For every contradicting feeling I had the same answer popped up. Try it. If we don't enjoy it we can always stop and we can chop that up to another fantasy that should always remain a fantasy.

With fifteen minutes to go I had my answer and made my way towards the bathroom to remove my pubic hair. I took my time and removed every piece of hair carefully while taking every opportunity to enjoy what the feel of flesh against my hardened cock felt like. When I was left completely smooth I couldn't believe how delicate my bald scrotum felt. 

When I reentered the bedroom my wife was still on the bed with her face clearly showing the glow of having had at least one orgasm. Her pupils almost seemed to constrict into snakelike slits but her devious little smirk clearly told me how delighted she was to see my presence back in the bedroom.

She ran her hand over my hairless genitals, "You did an outstanding job making sure you got every last hair. I take it, judging by the absence of pubic hair, you have decided to try out what is now our fantasy?" 

I looked her right in the eyes, "Yes, I will become your chaste husband on the condition that we start slow and agree that we can end it if I decide I don't like it."

I thought she was going to jump for joy on the bed as her face lit up. She had the appearance of a giddy school girl who was just asked to the senior prom. 

"Baby, we will take it slow and we will discuss that shortly. As for ending the arrangement, I agree but it can only be ended on a release date. If you had the ability to end it at anytime, you would never truly be chastised. If you need to wait for a release date regardless if you want to continue being my sexually frustrated, cock locked hubby, you will truly be denied. Also, if you decide to end it there will be no returning to the fantasy. I will not let you have a period of freedom because you desire it and then want to go back to chastity. You are either locked or you are not," she spoke adamantly. 

I nodded my understanding, "That all makes perfect sense to me. I agree completely." 

"Very well, I want you to go to the kitchen and bring back a ziplock bag with ice and water, along with a dish towel. It is going to take me a little bit to size the cage correctly so you can wear it as comfortable as possible and I can't do that if you are erect like you are right now," she exclaimed, pointing at my engorged erection.

I realized that once again my cock was hard as ever without being touched. I followed her instructions and was back in the bedroom quicker than any normal person would have been, knowing that returning to the bedroom meant imprisonment of my cock. Jana had put a silk robe on to hide her lingerie, which I was thankful for since the sight of her in her teddy alone made me want to get hard. 

"When is the last time you shot your load?" she snapped at me.

"Yesterday," I told her, "when you went to the store I hurried into the study and jerked off looking at my chastity files."

"Good," she said quickly, "we will not have to give you an orgasm today then. Lay down on the bed so I can start getting you soft and we can talk while the ice does its work."

I did what she asked without hesitation and she carefully wrapped the ziplock in a towel before placing it on my straining cock and testicles. It wasn't too cold at first but as time wore on I could feel the coldness saturating the towel and chilling my groin.

"Now," Jana continued, "we are going to start with a two day period of chastity, after which I will allow you release. We will inspect your dick and balls to make sure we aren't damaging anything and that evening we will lock you back up if all is well. Each time we will increase the period of chastity until we find a nice happy period that I will dictate. Anytime between release dates that we have to unlock you, for hygiene or irritation, will be supervised by me. I do not want you cheating by sneaking a quick jerk when I am not looking. Is that understood?"

Her sudden harsh tone took me by surprise and it left me with no doubts that she wanted to be in charge of my orgasms. I truly realized that she wasn't doing this for me; she was doing it for herself. Her new aggressive demeanor did nothing to help relieve my erection. 

"Yes, I understand," I quickly answered in a submissive tone.

"Well this doesn't seem to be working does it? Perhaps we need it a little bit colder," she spoke with a chilly air to her voice.

She removed the baggie from the towel and placed it directly on my genitals. The sudden cold made me want to curl into the fetal position. My instincts made me move my hands toward my groin to protect the most sensitive set of organs on my body. 

My normally subtle wife scolded me quickly. "Leave it!" she barked, "Or do I need to tie your hands above your head so you don't mess with my property?" her stern face saying more than her words. 

"No honey," I replied. "I will leave it alone. It was just the sudden cold that made me jump." 

There was no fighting the cold now. My erection was giving up the fight and my hard on deflated quickly till I was completely limp and smaller than I can remember being.

Jana giggled, "Now there we go, nice and small so I can start fitting this little, plastic prison."

I watched with fascination as Jana spent the next 15 minutes trying out different pins and ring sizes, each time tugging the cage to check the fitment and putting the ice back on my genitals while she changed configurations. 

"This is the setup we want." she said as she gave a strong pull on the chastity belt, "Tight enough to keep that cock where it belongs but loose enough for comfort. How does it feel?"

"It's not uncomfortable." I replied, "But I am pretty sure it is tight enough so that I can't escape. Unfortunately I don't have anything to compare it to." 

Jana gave me the first comforting look since she started putting on the cage, "Don't worry baby. We can make changes to the configuration if you tell me we need to. I want it to be as comfortable as possible because you are going to be spending allot of time locked up and you won't want to do it if it only hurts you." 

Her reassuring demeanor changed back to that of the new woman inside my wife.

"Now it's time. " She said, holding the opened padlock up for me to see it before placing it through the locking pin. "I want you to ask me to lock you up. Ask me to take control of your dick. Offer me control of all your orgasms!" 

With all my effort I looked into her hazel eyes, "Honey, please close the lock to my chastity belt and make me a chaste husband. If you close the lock I will give you complete and utter control over my cock. I will not orgasm unless you and only you give me permission. I realize that my suffering is for your pleasure and will do anything you ask of me in the hope that you will be gracious and allow me release. I give you alone the power to determine how long I must go without release, and while I promise to do my best not to request release, I give you permission to dictate any punishment I must undergo if I cannot resist asking."

With a large smile on her face I heard a very loud click that echoed throughout the bedroom. I knew then and there that the deed was done and free orgasms would be a thing of the past for me. Jana pressed her body against mine and attacked me with a passionate kiss that rivaled those of our newlywed years. I could feel her heart racing against my chest and I had a feeling that I awakened a monster, a monster I dreamt of in my fantasies but a monster none the less.

She broke the kiss and spoke to me, "Like I promised I am going to go easy on you at first and give you time to get accustomed to being locked up. I do however want to test what happens when you try to get a hard-on. Since I am so turned on," she threw off her robe and I could clearly see through the transparent material of her teddy that she had already removed her panties, "I want you to go down on me and give me two orgasms. You have been getting so much better giving head and I have high hopes that your predicament will only make you better. I know trying to get an erection will cause you some pain and if it becomes too much I want you to tell me." 

She lay back and spread her legs and I needed no other persuasion to meet her request. I dove into her mound with a motivation I had never felt before. It seemed that my entire body was only intent on giving her pleasure. To be honest it was like having a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. For me it always seemed like a huge amount of pressure to perform in the bedroom. I no longer felt that pressure as my only goal in that shining moment was to bring her off to an enjoyable two orgasms.

As I worked feverishly to make her cum, I felt building pressure on my balls as the rings worked to prevent my erection. I could feel the head of my penis swollen and pressing against the end of the plastic shell. While uncomfortable enough to fight back the boner, it wasn't what I would consider painful. 

After a few short minutes Jana was grinding her pelvis against my face as she let loose a torrent of screams that surely told the neighborhood how much she was enjoying our new arrangement. When she settled down I told her about the discomfort I felt and went through great detail to explain how each sensation felt. I also asked her if I could use her magic bullets to help bring her to her second orgasm, telling her that my jaw was a little sore but I would work very hard to remedy the problem in the future with plenty of practice I knew I was going to get.

"Don't you worry about practice baby. You are going to get plenty of it. While you will be going significant amounts of time without enjoying an orgasm, I will be getting all that I want. Isn't that correct?" 

I looked up at her from my humble position, "Yes honey. I will be at your beckon call. If you want an orgasm all you need is to ask. I however must depend on your good graces and the schedule you set forth for me to earn my orgasms."


How I Became a Chastized Cuckold Ch. 02



Just two days ago I had begun my new life in chastity. My wife Jana found out about my secret fantasy courtesy of some files I hid away on my hard drive. It seems foolish to use the word fantasy anymore since chastity is now a real part of my life. Getting accustomed to wearing a chastity belt around my cock has not been very difficult to this point. To be fair I only endured two days before I was granted an orgasm, and I hadn't really been teased at all, but I was immediately locked up with my next period of chastity to last two weeks. I was a little worried that the fetish would lose a little power following an orgasm but I was thrilled to feel nothing but excitement about being locked up again and the glow of my wife's face when she pushed the lock shut again was breathtaking. 

The following morning I had my normal rude awakening, having my balls stretched due to my bodies' involuntary attempt at a morning hard-on. The good news was that it didn't seem as bad this morning. Perhaps my body was learning that I just had no use for morning erections anymore and my clear plastic prison saw to the task of not allowing me any. I spent most of Sunday morning lying around and contemplating the fact that I was not going to be allowed to cum for the next two weeks. I had no complaints really seeing as this was my fetish after all and I was almost grateful that my wife's sister had found my hidden folder and that my wife had taken the steps to take matters into her own hands and offer to lock my cock up. I debated deleting the other folders on other topics but decided I would let them remain where they were. Sooner or later Jana would probably find them and I was sure she would once again confront me with them. The question is would she make them a reality for me when she did?

After lunch, Jana strutted into the living room with a demanding look in her eye.

"Get dressed," she ordered, "We are going shopping. I realized this morning that it has been a while since I bought any lingerie and decided that I need some new things to wear around the house."

"You are becoming such a naughty little temptress," I told her with a hint of laughter in my voice.

She gave a giddy chuckle and with a wide smile, simply replied, "Thank you baby."

When we got to the store it was a little frustrating to see all these women shopping for items they, no doubt, would wear in the bedroom for their husbands or boyfriends whereas my wife was shopping for items to wear all around the house and create a stirring in my loins that would not be remedied in the near future. I came to the realization that this was the first little bit of teasing I was going to have to endure. 

"Browse around the store and pick out two outfits you would like to see me in. You may pick whatever you like but keep in mind I am making you pick your own poison sort of speak. These are some of the outfits I will wear around the house when I feel like teasing you," she said.

Noticing the quick expression of shock on my face she merely replied "Yes, I read all about teasing when I was researching the chastity lifestyle over the past few weeks. I went very easy on you the last two days but I am going to slowly ramp it up until I have you nice and sexually frustrated." 

I turned a bright shade of red when I realized there was a tall brunette on the other side of the rack we were perusing through. I knew immediately that she had heard every word my wife had just spoken and now three people knew that I was a belted husband even though one of them was a stranger. My wife giggled as I moved away from the rack quickly and she gave the brunette an acknowledging nod.

The first outfit I picked out was rather conservative. It was a light pink, silk nighty that would have been rather tame had it not been for how short the hem of the gown fell. When I held it up to my wife I realized that it would just barely cover her pussy, short enough that if she went panty-less I would catch glimpses of her pussy every time she moved. My second choice was far more adventurous. I picked out a shiny black patent leather corset with a matching thong. The half cup corset would barely contain her firm breasts and I wasn't completely sure that her large pink nipples would remain concealed. She absolutely beamed with approval when I told her it was my second pick. A pair of matching thigh high boots with three inch heels caught my eye and I told her I wanted her to get those as well. 

"Let me go try these on real quick," she said. "You will have to wait until we get home to see me in them though."

I stood around the store looking through more racks as I waited for her to emerge from the fitting room. The feel of these delicate fabrics alone was enough to heighten my awareness about my locked up state. On numerous occasions I caught that same brunette stealing glances my way. Each time I caught her she blushed a little more. I think she was more embarrassed about knowing I was in chastity than I was knowing she knew. I am pretty sure she was trying to catch a glimpse of my crotch looking for some tell tale sign of the chastity belt. 

Jana was almost skipping when she emerged with a look of utmost satisfaction on her face. She handed me the garments and told me to go pay for them which I did right away.

Once we got home Jana said she was going to change into an outfit. "Do you have a preference or should I surprise you?" 

"Surprise me honey. Either one is going to have my dick straining to get hard in its captivity," I replied with a little more bravery then I should have.

Ten minutes later my wife came back downstairs. Just as I thought she chose the corset and boots. She had taken some extra time to apply heavy make-up and was looking extremely fuckable. The material of the boots seemed to stretch to fit her accented calf muscles thanks to the three inch heels. I realized that the front blinds were open and started to work them closed. 

"Leave them open!" she snapped. 

"But the neighbors might see you." I protested. 

"So what if they do," she said without hesitation. "I am sure they have heard me enjoying myself by now and if they haven't they probably will tonight. Besides, I am covered up. It's you that should be worried. Remove all your clothes NOW!" 

I didn't even argue that I was about to be standing naked in my living room wearing nothing but a chastity belt. I knew damn well that anyone walking by could probably see right into the house and if they strained to look, would see what I had become. Once I was naked she dropped to her knees in front of me and began to fondle my exposed balls, rolling the tender pieces of flesh around in her fingers. Within moments I felt the cage begin to do its job, keeping my erection at bay. 

"I know this is going to cause you some discomfort but I am going to start teasing you today. You can expect allot more of this as I do my best to keep you sexually frustrated. Is that what you want? Do you want me to tease you to the point of madness and deny you the opportunity to spray your seed?" she asked in an almost childlike voice.

My head was spinning at her words. "Yes. YES!" I screamed, "Use me for your own pleasure however you see fit while denying me the simple pleasure of an orgasm." 

Seeing me fight a losing battle with my erection enthralled her all the more. She began to lick my balls tenderly and then sucking them into her mouth. She blew her hot breath against my sheathed cock before she took the molded plastic into her mouth. 

"I bet you wish this cage was off right now so you could feel my warm tongue directly on your flesh," she said looking up into my eyes. "Well if you are having any thoughts to that effect do yourself a favor and erase them from your mind. I am not granting you release for two whole weeks." 

Once she felt I was almost at my breaking point she let me fall back onto the couch, my rubbery legs no longer able to support my weight, my breathing very rapid and shallow. 

"Oh that was so much fun," she laughed, "and even though I am going to deny you any orgasms, you are going to spend the rest of the day giving me plenty. I want four orgasms today. You can bring me off by any means you want, excluding your cock of course since that is staying locked up." 

I did exactly that, devoting all my efforts to pleasing her. Unwrapping her patent leather encased body was exhilarating. As every inch of flesh became exposed to my view, I covered it with kisses. I wanted to taste every part of her body, to drink it in and become drunk with frustration. By the end of the night my jaw was screaming in agony telling my brain it had nothing left to give. Thankfully I had met the goal set before me.

The next three days went by pretty uneventful with the exception of Jana spending precious moments to tease me, always allowing me ample views of her body in various states of undress or sexy outfits. My oral duties did not relent either as I was told time and time again to get my wife off with my mouth and tongue. My jaw was beginning to become accustomed to its frantic workout and the constant thrashing from my sexy wife's pelvis. 

I now knew how Jana felt about having a hard time concentrating while at work with the exception of the fact that I would not receive relief like she had when I returned home. In all actuality, when I was able to pull my thoughts away from the piece of flesh locked away from the world, I found myself able to think quite clearly, more so than I have been able to in a long time. Even with my self-imposed distractions I was able to complete more work in a shorter amount of time, a fact that did not go unnoticed by my supervisor. "If she only knew the secret to my success," I laughed to myself.

When I got home on Wednesday night I found my wife lounging in the living room wearing more clothing than she has taken to lately. It was like she made a conscious effort to hide as much of her skin from me as possible.

"Baby, I want you to go up to the bathroom and remove your clothes. Once you are naked just wait for me and I will be up shortly. We have some business to attend to," she told me in a short tempered tone.

She peaked my curiosity and I didn't even to bother asking questions, a habit that I discovered I have been developing lately. She didn't make me wait long but when she entered the bathroom she was still fully clothed, twirling the key to my belt around her fingers. 

"I am going to unlock you but I don't want you to get any ideas about release. You need to clean your cock and shave your stubbies. I also need to check you for any irritation. I made sure to cover up because I do not wish you to get an erection. When you are in the shower you will wash yourself with cold water to help stave off any hard-ons. You will leave the curtain open so I can ensure you don't work too hard to get yourself clean if you catch my drift. If you start to get hard I want you to stop and let the cold water run over your cock and scrotum. I will clean your plastic friend out real good while you do that." 

"Don't worry honey," I replied, "I will not cheat on our arrangement. As difficult as it is, I don't want to take away from your satisfaction." 

She didn't seem to believe me. "Never the less, I told you that that any time that I unlocked you for hygiene would be supervised." 

She bent down and inserted the key into the lock and with a quick twist I heard the sweet sound of the hasp releasing. She removed the lock and pulled off the cage quickly, not lovingly like she had a few days ago, turned on the cold water and motioned for me to step into the shower. The cold water had an immediate effect on my penis making it want to retract as far as possible, long before I could even think about getting hard. It took allot of willpower to stay under the stream of freezing water. Even though she didn't tell me I made sure to keep my dick in plain view at all times. I didn't want to be accused of anything. I quickly but diligently cleaned my entire groin with soap and water before lathering up with shaving cream and leaving smooth skin in the razor's path. As I took care of this Jana cleaned out the cage with rubbing alcohol and rinsed it clean with water. 

"Let me see your balls!" she said sternly. 

She grabbed hold of my shriveled scrotum and looked over every inch for any signs of irritation that the rings might be causing. Satisfied that the little dab of baby oil was working wonders and the skin was fairing quite well she quickly slipped the back ring behind my balls, inserted the pins, and slid the cage over my deflated penis with a quickness that had me wondering how many times she had practiced putting it together before offering it to me the day I began my life in chastity. 

"Very good baby," she praised, "you were able to get yourself cleaned up and shaved without getting an erection. I figured since I was taking control of your orgasms I might as well dictate when you can have an erection as well. I can guarantee that you will not get to see one very often." 

She slipped the key to my cage back around her neck, gave my balls a light slap, and walked out the door swaying her ass at me as she left.

Later that night we cuddled on the couch and watched some TV. After a little bit of idle chit chat she got serious on me. 

"Baby, I am really enjoying the treatment you are giving me. I can't help but notice that your cock jumps a little in the cage when I start to give you orders. Is this something you are enjoying? Do you like it when I get domineering? Do you really want me to take charge?" 

The truth had worked so far so why not go with it. 

"Jana, I have given you complete control of my orgasms. I cannot cum without your permission and I haven't set any guidelines about the length of time you can make me go without cumming. You can make me go five years if you want, although I really hope that is not the case. When a man gives a woman this kind of power there can be no doubt that he will take any order from that woman. I will be as submissive to you as you choose to make me. I only want to please you. That's what chastity has instilled in me so far. My needs are not important." 

The smile on her face indicated that I answered correctly. "Very well, I decided that I want you to be more submissive to me. For starters, when I am giving you orders you will address me as Mistress. I know I decide when you get to cum but I want you to understand that my say on that is final. If I decide not to release you on your release day that is my prerogative. I wouldn't count on too many early releases either. Is that understood?" 

"Yes Mistress," I replied. 

"Let's start off slow. When you are home and we do not have visitors you will be naked at all times. I always want to see your cock all cooped up in its protective case." 

I immediately stood up and removed my clothing before diving back into my wife's arms.

Over the next week and a half I spent almost all my time at home naked with my cage glaring in the light. The moment I walked in the door from work I would immediately remove all my clothing right inside the door. Jana liked the fact that I made such an extreme effort to follow her rules. All the blinds in the house remained open. I didn't dare touch them since she first scolded me for attempting to close them. I knew that one day my neighbors would catch a glimpse of my imprisonment but I just didn't seem to care if they knew or not. 

True to her word, Jana took it slow with me. She mainly ordered me around when she wanted something done around the house or if she required my talents for her pleasure, which was quite often. I still felt no pang of jealousy at her ability to come multiple times a night while I was denied even the slightest erection. I was becoming more and more comfortable with my choice to wear the tube.

Two weeks from my last orgasm, Saturday finally rolled around. I was let out of my cage about every four days to clean and shave but true to her word I was not allowed a free erection. My balls seemed bigger than I remember them being and there was almost a dull ache deep inside them. It wasn't severe or unmanageable, simply just a reminder of the teasing I had to endure over the last two weeks. I actually wondered if this was the start of what people referred to as "Blue Balls". 

Late in the evening Jana led me up the steps by my confined prick. She had me lay down on the bed and straddled my face so I could eat her while she opened up the cage to allow me release. Just like the last time she did it in a very slow and loving way. I hoped she would always unlock me on release days just like this. It made me feel like there was a special connection between us that most people would never understand. Once my cock was free it wasted very little time getting to full mast. Jana stroked my cock up and down. She used her finger to trace every contour of my engorged penis. The sensations running through my body were unbelievable. This felt so much better than release after only two days. It made two weeks of denial worth it. 

After about five minutes of a slow loving hand job Jana abruptly stopped and removed her wet pussy from my mouth. I thought she was going to sink herself down on me but I quickly realized I was wrong when she lay on the bed next to me and started to speak. 

"Hubby, I am kind of torn at the moment and I need to talk to you about it. I know I said that this was going to be a release date for you but part of me wants to deny you from cumming tonight. It's very hard to explain as you have been nothing but good to me over the past two weeks and have done nothing wrong so you deserve to have your orgasm tonight but I just don't want your chastity period to end right now. Would you be angry with me if I decided not to let you cum tonight?" 

I could almost see the turmoil in her eyes. She was really struggling with this decision. She has made some really huge leaps from the subtle little wife she once was to the more assertive Mistress wife she has become but I had no doubts this was the remnants of her past self coming through. 

"Jana," I said calmingly, "I really do want to come tonight. I would not be angry with you if you decided to deny me. I might be a little disappointed but it would really be nothing for you to worry yourself about." 

What was I saying? I was about to experience what I knew was a going to be a very powerful orgasm but to put my wife at ease I basically gave her permission to extend my denial period. 

"Hubby, if you go two more weeks for me I will go easier with the teasing. I won't stop altogether but I won't do it as often since I already have you nice and frustrated. If you go two more weeks for me I will make it worth your while and instead of the hand job you were going to get tonight I will let you fuck me. Will you do it for me? Please?" she said in an almost angelic voice. 

Oh fuck it, what the hell might as well go for broke. 

I hung my head and replied, "Mistress, it is not a question of whether I will or won't go an additional two weeks without an orgasm. When I agreed to become a chaste hubby, I gave all control of when I am allowed to orgasm to you. The decision is yours to make. The real question is if my Mistress will allow me to spurt my load tonight or will she deny me and make me wait another two weeks cooped up in my tube." 

Her eyes showed so much passion as she smiled, "Well it really isn't a question at all is it? You will not shoot your little cummies tonight. You are denied!" 

Her last word rang through my mind like the crisp clang of a bell. 

"Now since you have been such a good boy and didn't complain one bit when I brought up extending your frustration, I am going to allow you some time outside your little friend tonight. I want you to put your arms over your head and spread your legs." 




How I Became a Chastized Cuckold Ch. 02



"Yes Mistress" I said as I did exactly as she told me. 

She went to the closet and returned with a few of my silk ties. She bound my wrists and ankles to the posts on all four corners. I was amazed at the skill in which she tied me. I tested my bonds and decided straight away that I was not going to be able to escape from them. 

"Very good hubby. I don't want you touching your little dick while I allow you to have some alone time. But first let's finish what you started." 

She immediately straddled my face again and I went to work lapping at her pussy. She was soaking wet and I understood how turned on she was to deny me an orgasm that I had looked forward to for two weeks. I brought her off in less than two minutes and she collapsed on the bed next to me. After a few minutes she got up and told me to enjoy some time to myself before turning off the light and leaving the room. My mind was awash with emotions I didn't know existed as the night's events played through my mind and my time alone was not remotely comfortable as I felt the cool air around my erection that had not gone down since she started stroking me. It was bitter sweet suffering.

After about two hours Jana returned to the bedroom with her bag of ice water and placed it directly on my groin. I cried out in subtle agony as the cold bit into my delicate flesh. In no time at all my only erection in two weeks deflated and my sly wife made quick work of ensuring I was safely back into my tiny cock cage. 

For the next four days Jana did take it easy on the teasing but it didn't stop her from wearing lingerie that left little to the imagination or nothing at all. She always seemed to drop something and had to bend at the waist whenever I was walking behind her. A few times she just wiggled her tight heart shaped ass at me seductively. 

On Thursday I came home from work and after walking through the door I immediately disrobed to my normal state of dress while at home. 

"Hello chastity boy." 

I immediately turned a deep shade of red. This was not my wife's voice. I looked up and saw my wife's sister Christina standing in the doorway to the kitchen. I tried to cover my nakedness with the pile of clothes in my hands when I heard my wife's stern voice. 

"No! Don't try to cover up! Drop your clothes and come over here!" 

"Yes Mistress" I replied as my pile of clothes fell to the floor leaving me exposed. 

As I walked over to my wife and her sister I was sharply aware of every pull and tug the cage made on my balls as it swung side to side. I stopped in front of these two beautiful women and did not make a second attempt to shield myself. "I told you he was now my chastised little hubby slave Sis. She didn't believe me that we locked up your cock even though she saw all your files." 

Christina was smirking at my wife and giggling at me. 

"Can I touch it?" Christina asked nervously.

"Have a ball Sis," my wife said.

"It's kind of small," Christina stated as her soft hands were running over every inch of the plastic casing, softly tugging on it sending spikes of discomfort into my stomach, and touching my smooth scrotum, which had now tightened up, with the tips of her fingers. 

"Don't be too quick to judge," my wife defended me. "He is about average size if not just a little smaller but I bought the more compact version of the CB-6000 so it would be more secure. When he is at full mast he gets the job done."

"Well I see that it isn't going to come off without the key but how does it prevent him from getting hard?" Christina asked my wife.

My wife laughed, "It will cause him some pain but do you want to see how it works?" 

Christina simply nodded. 

"OK," my wife said, "Take off your top and show him your big tits." 

Christina did a double take on my wife with questioning eyes that clearly asked if she was serious. My wife simply nodded.

As she removed her flimsy top, I was presented with Christina's D or double D breasts incased in a white lace bra that clearly showed her dark nipples through the thin material. As she reached back to unclasp her bra I realized that I was finally going to get a look at my wife's sister's huge tits, something I have wanted to see since I first saw her in a bikini many years ago. Knowing this alone made my cock start to work feverishly to get hard. 

"Well," Christina said to me, "you are finally going to get a nice close up look at the tits you have been sneaking glances at for the past few years. I hope it's worth it."

When her bra slipped off her shoulders and onto the floor I was hit with a very sharp pain that told me the cage was doing all it could to prevent me from standing tall. As my breathing quickened to deal with the pain Jana explained what was happening. 

"The two rings separate his balls from his penis. When he tries to get an erection the expanding dick begins to push the case away from the body until the balls are trapped behind the rings and it can't expand any further without causing him serious pain. He is just about at the limit right now and the pain will start to fight the erection. If we keep him aroused we can prolong his suffering. Do you want to make him suffer for a little longer?" 

Oh my god, Christina was nodding yes. 

"OK, take off your skirt and show him your panties." 

"I am not wearing any," Christina said with a wicked grin. 

Hearing that renewed my cock's efforts to break out of its captivity. 

"Well I guess you will just have to go all the way then," my wife said without hesitation.

Christina didn't even flinch this time as she reached behind her and unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the floor. Here was my wife's beautiful sister standing in front of me completely naked, her trimmed brunette bush mesmerizing me until I saw the soft folds of her pussy. With a pain that clearly topped that of morning wood in my belt I doubled over due to the pain tracing up into my stomach. 

Thankfully I heard my wife say I had enough and helped me to the couch while Christina retrieved her clothes and left the room. My cock shrank very quickly in response to the pain I was feeling with no new stimuli to fight against it. In about a minute I was back to a normal comfort level but my balls where still swollen and throbbing from the punishment they took. Jana had me take my clothes upstairs as Christina had now seen plenty of my chastity cage and I no longer had any need for modesty around her. 

Christina stayed for dinner and I constantly caught her taking quick glances at my plastic encased penis, a fact that didn't escape my wife either but it didn't seem to bother her so I didn't let it bother me. While it was a little strange to sit at the dinner table naked with two fully clothed women I oddly felt right at home. They spent most of dinner talking about the amazing orgasms I was providing my wife on an almost daily basis if not multiple times a day. 

Christina suddenly turned to me, "How long have you gone without having an orgasm?" 

"Two weeks and five days," I replied calmly. 

"And it will be another week and two days before I am going to allow him one!" my wife chimed in. 

Christina audibly gasped, "You mean you are going to make him go an entire month without an orgasm while you enjoy all the attention you are getting?" 

My wife laughed quite loudly, "Sis, we are nowhere near the length of time I am going to make him go without cumming. I haven't decided on what that length of time will be just yet but I just want to work him up to it. He is doing quite well with it so far." 

Christina joined her in laughing, "I knew you had an evil streak in you Jana but I never knew just how deep it went. Do you miss the sex?" 

Jana got serious again, "I do miss the penetration sometimes but I think I am just going to have to make a trip to the toy store and have hubby pick me out a nice dildo that he can use on me." 

"Go to the one down by McCarthy's," Christina told her, "the lady that works there is really nice and they have a pretty good selection of just about everything." 

Jana laughed again, "You really know your sex toy stores Sis." 

"A single gal has to do what a single gal has to do," Christina snapped back. 

Jana seemed to go into deep thought for a few seconds. She got up and left the room for a moment before returning with something in her hand. 

"I tell you what Sis. I have to ask a favor of you and if you do that favor for me I think I have a nice form of payment to offer you." 

Christina looked at her with a puzzled expression on her face as my wife opened her hand displaying a key that looked exactly like the one she wore around her neck. This was the second key to my cock lock. 

"I need someone to hold onto this in case of emergencies and it has to be someone I trust. I want you to hold onto it for me in case I have to go out of town and he needs to be unlocked for cleaning and such. Will you do this for me?" 

Taking the key Christina answered, "I will definitely hold the spare key to your husband's chastity belt but I'm not sure what you mean about payment."

"Well," my wife began, "It seems I have a husband who is very talented with his mouth and tongue and you are a woman with needs that need to be satisfied. I give you permission to come over and let him pleasure you with his mouth when you need to get off." 

Christina and I both jumped back in shock. 

While I was still searching for words Christina spoke up, "You mean to tell me you will let your husband go down on me whenever I want to get off?" 

"Why not?" my wife said casually, "his dick is locked up in a chastity belt. It's not like I need to worry about him cheating on me." She turned fiercely toward me, "And don't you go getting any wild ideas of your little dick getting anywhere near my sister's pussy!"

Sounding offended I found my words, "Baby I am a little hurt you would think that it popped in my mind. I would not do that to you, cage or no cage. And like you said you having nothing to worry about with me being locked up and I am sure Christina isn't going to use that key to let me out unless you tell her to." 

"Damn right," Christina stated, "If your wife decides she doesn't want you to experience the joy of an orgasm I sure as hell am not going to let you. Besides I really liked seeing you frustrated earlier. I might just take my sister up on her offer so I can watch you struggle in your cage while I let you lick me to orgasm after orgasm." 

I had a pretty good feeling that it wouldn't be long before Christina came to call on my services. 

As Christina was leaving for the night she flashed the key in front of me and gave my cage a very strong tug. "Hang tight." She said as she walked out the door laughing. 

To Be Continued...



How I Became a Chastized Cuckold Ch. 03



**Warning** This fantasy story series contains or will contain elements of Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial, Female Domination, Cuckolding, Interracial Sex, Bi-sexual Innuendo and Tendencies, Teasing, and BDSM Activities. If any of these topics are offensive you to, I recommend not reading.

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Six very long days had gone by since the night I stood in front of my wife's sister, completely naked with only a clear piece of plastic encasing my confined dick. It seemed like months ago that I had to endure the sharp pains induced by the chastity belt as I watched Christina disrobe in front of me, things that only existed in Penthouse Forum stories. Since my last release date, which resulted in extending my frustration in lieu of relief, Jana had kept true to her word of easing up on the teasing but over the past few days, as my release date drew closer, she seemed nothing but happy to ramp it up again. This past week alone we had made three separate trips to the lingerie store to purchase more outfits for her, all of which I was asked to choose.

My mental state of continuous arousal caused my body to shiver at her slightest touch. Having to watch her around the house clad in silk, lace, leather, and flesh made me want her in a way that was similar to how I felt before we were married, when the spark of love and lust were still fresh and exciting. This is why I enjoyed my state of captivity. I wanted her but I could not have her and that, in turn, made me want her even more. She constantly teased me about my reaction to seeing Christina's nude body.

"Did you see how wet her pussy was when her skirt hit the floor?" she would ask looking into my eyes, "Just a stiff breeze would have been enough to send her body spiraling into an orgasm. Just think, one of these days she is going to come by and show you that body all over again. Only this time you are going to taste that wetness between her legs. If you look up you will see the only other key to your chastity belt resting on a chain between her huge tits just like the one I wear. Your tiny dick will strain against its bonds, your male instincts forcing you to try and penetrate her but that will never happen."

Regardless of knowing I could not attain an erection my body continued to try as my wife teased me both physically and mentally. She would laugh and smile as my balls were pulled tight against the ring. Her hazel eyes twinkled and her milky white skin glowed as she continued to torment me and that told me she was still enjoying the lifestyle of our fetish. Perhaps if the pain was unbearable I would feel less sure about my decision to be locked up but the truth is that in a weird, sadistic way the discomfort simply added to my arousal. Seeing a beautiful woman smiling at me in an expression of true joy was enough to renew my commitment to chastity.

Some people might wonder if I missed being able to orgasm when I wanted. Absolutely, I did miss it but to be honest, the majority of my orgasms over the past three years where attained by my own hand and with very little meaning, other than in my imagination. Now, all my orgasms would have meaning and each one would become more intense, proportional with the amount of time I endured waiting for it.

With only three more days to go until my release date I renewed my efforts with pleasing my wife. When we lay on the couch together my hands explored every inch of her body. I drank in the scent of her long, straight, blonde hair; the taste of her smooth, pale skin and the sound of her seductive voice. When I pleasured her, I concentrated on doing my very best, my tongue becoming more coordinated and my jaw muscles strengthened and conditioned to their daily chore. The scent of her sex constantly lingered on my lips and I was enjoying every frustrating moment of it. I wanted to make sure that I did everything in my power to ensure my release. A little under two weeks ago I made certain she was aware that she could deny me for no reason at all and although I questioned my sanity, I was sure it was the right thing to do. I did, after all, want her to have all the control.

On the morning before my long awaited day I was enjoying a light breakfast when Jana came into the kitchen.

"My sister is coming over for dinner tonight. You will have no need for clothing," she said in a very stern voice. "Since she has seen you in your normal household outfit already there is no need to be shy. I don't know if she intends to use you tonight but if she does you will give your very best effort into pleasuring her. If she is not happy I will take away your release tomorrow and you can simply stay locked up."

"Yes Mistress," I replied with my head slightly bowed, "I will not disappoint her or you. I really want to be able to cum tomorrow."

She gave me a very passionate, loving kiss before walking out the door, the room dimming from the loss of her radiant smile. Over the past week I thought long and hard of why she would allow me such intimate contact with her sister. For the life of me I could not wrap my mind around it but the fear of missing release prevented me from asking her about it. Perhaps she felt that since I was locked up it wasn't sex for me and merely her slave doing her biding for a friend of hers. That, in and of itself, made me feel very submissive, more so than I have up until this point.

The workday seemed to swim by in a cloud of random blurs. My mind couldn't focus on anything and it was the least productive day I have had since I got myself locked up. I don't know if it was the anticipation of what might happen tonight or the longing for what I hoped would happen tomorrow but it had my mind a complete fucking mess.

As I had become accustomed to, I walked through the front door and immediately removed all of my clothing and deposited them in the hallway laundry basket that I kept downstairs for this very reason. I walked into the kitchen to find my wife dressed in an emerald green corset laced extra tight causing her 36C tits to be pushed up and squashed together along with silk half cut panties and matching thigh high stockings.

"Looks like someone is ready for a little fun tonight," I said with a mixture of surprise and longing in my voice.

"Oh, this old thing? I just needed something comfortable to wear around the house," she said feigning mock innocence.

"You have that piece of material laced so tight it hardly looks comfortable," I said jokingly, "but god damn does it look good."

"Well I am pretty sure I am allot more comfortable than you," she said stoutly, gesturing toward my semi-hard erection. "It looks like someone really wants out of his prison. But don't worry about that tonight baby. Your fun is tomorrow and I get to have mine tonight."

About that time the front doorbell rang.

"Be a dear and go get the door," my wife said to me.

Here was a test. My precarious position was completely exposed for anyone to see. I walked around like this with open windows but nothing ever so brazen like answering the door with my cage shining in the light. I could protest but then I run the risk of being denied release tomorrow. Like so many other things lately I just said fuck it and threw myself into the task at hand.

I opened the door, slightly shielding myself but not to the point that it looked obvious. I had already been scolded for my modesty twice already. Thankfully it was Christina and not some poor unsuspecting person. Even though it was a crisp seventy degrees out she was dressed in a trench coat.

"May I take your coat?" I asked as I invited her inside and closed the door.

"If you insist," she said laughing as she untied the belt and allowed her coat to slip off her shoulders and onto the floor.

I was greeted by the sight of her curvy body scantily clad in the shiniest black patent leather. The sight of her full breasts encased in the three quarter bra and the tiny triangle patch of material that composed the front of her g-string panties was enough to immediately send a knot of discomfort into my lower stomach. The g-string was so small that it occurred to me she had shaved most, if not all, of her pubic hair since the last time I had seen her.

"Oh you poor thing," she said with pouty lips and mock sympathy as she dropped down to her knees in front of me. "Look at this little thing trying to push its way out of its cell but these swollen balls just won't let it."

She reached up and took my testicles in her hand and began to tug on them, trying to pull them away from the rings. Spikes of cramps shot through my balls and into my belly. It took every bit of strength I could muster to remain upright as she molested my tender flesh.

"It's not time yet chastity boy but I bet this will make it feel real good," she said before opening her mouth and taking the entire plastic chastity belt into her mouth.

Feeling the warmth of her mouth surrounding my penis but not actually touching it made my cock want to jump out of the cage but it only caused me more pain. 

"Well well, aren't we just having too much fun in here and no one invited me," my wife said as she walked out of the kitchen.

I finally succumbed to the pain and collapsed into the fetal position, my cage slipping put of Christina's mouth and leaving her looking down at me, wiping the saliva from her bright red lips. If my wife had an evil streak in her, her sister was surely the devil. I was being used for her amusement and she was enjoying every second of it. 

The next couple of hours were relatively tame as my wife and her sister engaged in girl talk and I waited on them, keeping their glasses full of wine and cleaning up after dinner. Late in the evening Jana had me stand up before where they sat on the couch.

"As you may have guessed, I wanted to see how you would react to some serious teasing on the night before release," my wife said to me softly. "I told my sister to wear something sexy but I didn't tell her about your thing for leather. I would say she did a very good job wouldn't you?"

"Yes Mistress," I replied happily, "her outfit alone had me growing inside my chastity belt, not unlike how hard it is for me to see you dressed as you are. You both are very sexy devils."

"Humm I like the sound of devils," my wife laughed heartily. "I know you are curious if you will have to service us tonight but I had a better idea. You will not be allowed to see the intimate parts of the female body until your release tomorrow, but that doesn't mean we are done with you."

"Come here and kneel between my legs," Christina commanded. 

I quickly did what I was told and kneeled in between her tanned legs, keeping my hands by my sides.

"You will not get to taste me tonight but you will get to smell me. Put your face down on my panty clad pussy but be very careful. Too much movement might make that little bit of material uncover my clit and then you would break your wife's wishes. I would hate to see you lose your chance to spurt your cummies because of a little technicality," Christina said laughing along with Jana.

I knelt forward very slowly, hovering my nose less than an inch above Christina's mound. Every breath I took filled my nostrils with the scent of her sex, the musty aroma sending my mind into sex craved spirals. I was very careful not to allow my nose to touch the stretched, shiny, triangle patch of leather. After a few minutes my neck began to ache from the strain of holding myself in my dangerous position. I wondered if my wife wanted me to fail this task so she could deny me orgasm for a reason this time.

After a few more minutes I was released from my kneeling position and directed to stand in front of them. For an hour I endured their hands and mouths roaming over my body. As they took turns keeping me in an excited state I watched as the other rubbed her pussy through the thin material of their panties. Thankfully I was soon released.

"OK Hubby, time for you to head to bed. You have a very big day tomorrow," my wife said as she sent me up the steps with a slap on my ass that was hard enough to leave a hand print on my pale ass cheek.

I tossed and turned for what seemed like hours as I listened to the muffled laughs of the two women coming from downstairs, every thought ventured toward tomorrow's reward. Finally my lust gave way to sense and I drifted off into a very deep sleep.

I awoke with the morning sun glaring through the window and the feel of my wife's lips against my neck. As my vision began to clear I saw her dangling the silver key above my face. She stopped kissing my neck and looked me in the eye.

"I was going to make you wait until tonight but I had a better idea. I am going to leave you unlocked all day. You may have as many erections as you want but you only get to spew your load once. You have behaved yourself so well that you can cum anyway you want. You can make me taste it or you can come inside me. That is your reward for being such a good boy."

She drug her naked body down mine, her hard nipples tracing across my chest like a hot knife until she rested between my legs, slowly inserting the key into the lock. She teased me, twisting the key in the lock but not enough to undo the hasp. Suddenly I felt the lock spring free and it was like a bolt of lightning coursed through my loins. As the lock was pulled free my dick began to grow very rapidly, relishing in its rare freedom. Like she had on my first relief day, she removed the cage slowly and lovingly, kissing every engorged inch of hot flesh as it was revealed.

When every piece of the cage was shed, I pounced on her, my mouth feeding on her lips and my hands groped her breasts tightly. My cock was less than an inch away from her soaked cunt and as much as I tried to resist, my body lunged forward, sinking all five inches of my hard prick into her moist pussy in one motion, causing her to moan out in sheer surprise and pleasure. I was truly in heaven as I felt what had been denied me for an entire month. She consumed all of me as I slowly made love to her, keeping it slow, knowing that in my current aroused state I would not last long and wanted to enjoy being inside her again.

After only two minutes I slowly withdrew my hard cock from within her, precum dribbling out of the head. Her eyes showed signs of disappointment at suddenly being left empty, but that look suddenly changed to that of pure animalistic lust. With surprising speed and strength she threw me off of her and onto my back, her body covering mine as she positioned herself to be impaled on my throbbing dick once more. With all of her weight she threw herself down on me, my dick stabbing into her delicate hole, until her pelvis rested against mine and a grunt of satisfaction escaped her lips. Without waiting for me to catch my breath she picked herself up and dropped again, and again, and again, the force sending shockwaves through the bed. After just twenty seconds my swollen nuts started to tense up. Not yet, I thought. It was too soon. I had waited so long for it, but I was past the point of no return. I screamed with such passion and desire as I felt the hot cum traveling out my dick and into Jana's pussy.

"Holy fuck!" I cried out. "Get every last drop of cum out of me baby."

As my orgasm had just about subsided, hers had just begun. She continued to scream and grunt as I felt our mixed juices gush out around my cock, as I screamed and tossed violently beneath her. After a few more seconds, during which I thought I would lose my sanity, she collapsed on top of me, the only movement coming from the heaving of her chest as she fought to get air into her lungs. 

For the next hour, she serenely lay on top of me and our bodies remained entwined. As much as I wanted to do it all over again, I didn't dare try to thrust into her. Her wished were stated quite clearly and I had no intention of disappointing her.

For the rest of the day, my cock enjoyed the free air like a gift from the gods. As if it knew it would be locked up again tonight, it spent most of the day in an erect state like a Viagra pill gone wrong. It felt good to be out of the cage but I also felt a longing to have it put back on.

Late in the evening, I went to take a shower, using this rare opportunity to carefully wash and shave my groin. I used cold water as I usually did when being let out for hygiene to fight back the temptation to masturbate. When I came into the bedroom Jana was waiting for me on the bed, completely naked.

"Did you masturbate in the shower?" she asked me.

"No," I told her truthfully, "I cleaned myself like I always do to help resist the temptation. Besides, it wouldn't hold a candle next to what we did this morning."

"What did I do to deserve such a good obedient husband?" my wife asked herself. "Since you have been so well behaved and didn't try to cheat on our arrangement, I will give you another chance to cum tonight before I lock you back up. I have a die on the nightstand. I want you to fuck the shit out of me again. When you get close to cumming I want you to roll the die. Roll an odd number and you get to cum. Roll an even number and we stop and put you back in the belt without an orgasm."

"You know I won't resist that offer," I said as I jumped on top of her, my cock already standing tall and waiting.

I shoved myself into her with reckless abandon, pistioning in and out fast and hard. I put all my might into it, loud smacking noises being emitted each time our bodies clashed together. I enjoyed each thrust, each moist, warm movement of our intertwined bodies. She cried out as her body reached climax, all her blood rushing to her clit leaving her lightheaded and her flesh cool to the touch. Her orgasm was contagious and I felt my body begin to tense up. I paused and reached over to the nightstand and rolled the die. It seemed like an eternity for it to come to a rest.

The die landed on three.

As she smiled at me, I buried my lips in her neck, nibbling her soft skin as I returned to fucking her. My body tensed and I screamed loud enough for everyone in the neighborhood to know I was cumming as I shot my entire load inside her. 

I collapsed on her and just lay connected for a few minutes as our bodies and minds came back to reality. After a few serene minutes Jana broke the silence.

"God I had no idea how much I missed being fucked. We are definitely going to have to make a trip to the toy store next week so we can get you something to fuck me with. Now go get cleaned up and come back here so we can lock you back up."

"Yes Mistress," I replied getting up and obeying her order.

Once clean I returned to the bedroom. My penis was in a flaccid state as I stood in front of her next to the bed. Since I had just gotten off, I would not need the baggie of ice water tonight. Jana carefully inspected me before slipping the ring behind my balls and encasing my cock in the cage. With the loud click of the lock Jana looked up at me.

"I hope you enjoyed today. You certainly earned it. As long as you keep up the good work you will continue to get days like these. However, as I am sure you can guess, they will not come as often. You did great with one month in chastity. It will be three months until I will allow you to cum again. We are now at the stage that I would consider releasing you for a bonus cum if you do something really extraordinary but I wouldn't count on it. I enjoy denying you way too much and I really want to see how docile you get after being locked up for three months," she said as she took me in her arms and we cuddled as we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I awoke to a calm and peaceful morning. My mind was at ease, my lust and wanting momentarily satisfied. The sun seemed to shine brighter, casting beautiful shadows in its wake. All I wanted to do was stare outside into the serene portrait provided by nature herself. Jana and I enjoyed a light breakfast and mainly lounged around the house most of the day, Jana in her short silk housecoat and me in my normal exposed attire.




How I Became a Chastized Cuckold Ch. 03



After dinner, Jana told me to get dressed. "It's time for us to go hit up the toy store so you can pick out a new fake dick to fuck me with. I realized last night that even though you have become a master at eating my pussy, I still need some good deep penetration from time to time."

I got dressed in jeans and a T-shirt but to my surprise Jana dressed in a tight black mini-skirt and a semi-sheer black blouse that clearly showed the intrinsic lace design on the black bra she wore beneath it. Noticing the shock on my face she lifted the skirt to show me she had foregone any need for panties today. Oddly, I found my thoughts drifting into daydream, wondering if this is how she would dress if she ever discovered my other fantasies and was off to meet her black lover for an evening of fun. Well, I thought, we are on our way to find a latex dick that would find its way into her velvet pussy far more often than my chastised dick would. Perhaps she was dressed for her lover. I felt that familiar tugging on my balls and knew my dick was trying to get hard.

We arrived at the store and looking at the place I truly wondered how this shop got any business. The place has such a business look to it, nothing that would lead you to believe that this place was an adult store. I wondered how many unsuspecting families made a wrong turn into this store, the surprise good for some, perhaps not so good for others. I held the door open like a gentleman and we went inside.

The inside was nothing like what I was used to either. There was a main room and a few different side rooms labeled with small signs as to what they contained. The main room was composed mostly of lingerie and ranging from calm silk to risky leather as well as role playing dress up outfits. Jana's eyes lit up like Christmas lights when she saw the selection. I knew then and there that we had a new place to shop for her outfits and I spotted one that would be my first choice. You can never go wrong with the white patent leather nurses outfit.

The store was empty except for one employee. She was extremely beautiful, probably somewhere in her late 30's with deep strawberry-blonde curly hair streaming halfway down her back. She had an athletic figure, a body chiseled from allot of hard work and an ample bust offsetting her round ass. The full-length red dress she wore had a slit up the side the opened and closed as she walked towards us and the color of her lipstick matches the scarlet high heels that accentuated her toned calves.

As she made eye contact she introduced herself. "Good evening. My name is Sara, owner of this humble establishment. We have a wide variety of items you may be interested in. Please feel free to look around and if you need help with anything or are looking for anything in particular that you don't see please let me know and I will do my very best to assist you."

Jana shook her hand and said thank you before Sara returned to a plush area that was unlike any other checkout counter I have seen. It struck me as odd. Most people who worked in adult stores wouldn't even make eye contact with you unless it was unavoidable as if they didn't want to make you, or them, uncomfortable. Perhaps it was me who avoided the eye contact but with Sara and the atmosphere she created, I didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable browsing her store.

There were rooms for fetish equipment. The normal arrangement of leather straps, and whips, handcuffs and restraints but there was also soft silky items mirroring their rougher leather counterparts as well as a large selection of cock and ball torture equipment. There were parachutes and vises, sounds and stretchers. It occurred to me that this shop more than likely catered to the dominate female. I knew I would like this place.

We made our way to a room containing dildos and vibrators, plugs and beads of all shapes, sizes, and colors. We took our time looking around the room, taking plenty of opportunities to feel and examine ones that each of us thought was interesting. There were a few of them that were close to my size but most of them were larger, some even ridiculously big. It would take a true size queen to take those ones even half way. I was fascinated with the darker brown skin colored ones, all having at least three inches on me. Jana noticed me examining those and just tossed me a naughty grin. With the size and detail of these, any woman would light up thinking about what they would feel like.

"Hubby," Jana said to me in a voice quite louder than a whisper, "I want you to pick out the next cock that gets to fuck me while I keep your dick locked up in chastity. I hope you pick a good one so I don't have to punish you and extend your time in lockup."

Sara came around the corner and entered the room as Jana was finishing her sentence. I immediately turned such a dark shade of red that I made her dress look like a white wedding gown.

"Yes Mistress," I replied meekly as I continued to peruse the fake cocks on display. 

"So, you keep your husband locked up in a chastity belt, Mrs..."

"Please, call me Jana," my wife beamingly replied. 

"Perhaps I should reintroduce myself. I am Mistress Sara. I don't normally introduce myself that way for obvious reasons, although I do at times use it to chase off certain types of cliental that I prefer not to sell to. I do, however, always enjoy meeting a fellow Dominatrix," Mistress Sara said taking my wife's hand once more.

"I wouldn't really consider myself a Dominatrix although I have become a little more dominate over the past month and pretty much control the household now," my wife replied smiling.

"You precious woman," Mistress Sara replied placing a hand on Jana's cheek, "You have no idea how much control and power you could possibly wield using chastity, orgasm denial, and punishment as your tools. How long has your husband been in chastity?"

"Today is day number one being locked back up," Jana said, "Yesterday was a release day after spending one month in confinement. We are just starting out and after each release we extend his period of denial. This time he will have to endure three months before he can squirt his load again."

"Well I applaud you on your decision for three months. He should begin to climb the walls by then with allot of encouragement," Mistress Sara said, a giggle escaping her mouth, "Whose idea was it to try Chastity?"

"Both of ours in a way," Jana said, "He had the fantasy long before I did but never talked to me about it. One day I found a hidden folder on the computer and discovered what he desired. I bought a chastity belt and made him an offer he didn't refuse."

"I have two regular slaves that I keep in chastity. One is now going for six months and my husband is locked up for one year," Mistress Sara boasted proudly, "I also made him choose a dildo to please me with. It was such a turn on to watch him pick out his replacement. I wonder. Would you allow me to see the belt you chose to confine your property?"

"Absolutely," my wife turned to me, "Drop your pants to your ankles right now and show Mistress Sara your helpless cock."

"Yes Mistress," I muttered.

Humiliation and lust driven excitement boiled in my veins as I began to undo my belt buckle. With each person that learned of my place in our sex life, I found that the initial embarrassment of being exposed lasted shorter and shorter. I wondered if that small bit of shame would completely vanish one day. Another woman, a stranger up until ten minutes ago, was going to see my tiny dick locked in the short clear jail cell and my hands shook as they fumbled with my fly. In one motion I pulled my jeans and underwear down to my ankles and stood back up, placing my hands behind my back to give Mistress Sara the unobstructed view she desired.

The sexy redheaded vixen crouched down until her eyes were level with my groin and took in the sight of my chastity. With one finger she pushed the belt side to side, up and down as if she were completing a medical examination. She ran her finger behind the back ring causing my scrotum to jump as if touched by a cattle prod.

"Ah I see you chose the CB-6000 short," Mistress Sara said, her warm breath causing the clear head of the device to fog up, "A very good device. Secure, easy to use, and nice and small to accommodate this little guy. I too started with a CB-6000 but have since moved on to much more secure and devious equipment. Have you used the points of intrigue on him yet?"

"I am not sure what they are," Jana replied.

"Please come and have a little talk with me. If you normally require your husband to be naked I can lock the door and he can shop for your new lover in the nude," Sara said grinning broadly at me.

"Yes I would like that very much," Jana smiled at Sara before turning to me, a serious expression on her face, "Remove all your clothing and give them to me right now. I think it is only fitting for you to make your decision in your normal state of dress."

"Yes Mistress," I replied.

In a flash I removed my clothing and folded each item in a neat pile before handing the stack to my wife. They left the dildo room and settled in the plush seats near the entrance while I was left to choose a replacement for myself, to do my bidding while I was locked.

I continued to browse the walls looking for what I thought would be a good fit for my wife, adding a little bit to ensure she would approve of my choice. I narrowed it down to 4 choices, of which, two were white, one was dark brown, and the last jet black. I examined each one very closely, checking the flexibility, the detail in the veins and contours and the overall craftsmanship. I know Jana gave me a little grin when I was looking at the darker skin models but I truly wondered if she would be pleased if I actually chose one. On the other hand, this could be the item that opens the door to other talks down the line when I am ready and besides, what was one more month of denial. Perhaps it's not good to ask that on day one.

I put the two white ones back and stared at the other two for what seemed like hours. In reality, it was closer to forty-five minutes. During that time I visualized each one dipping in and out of my wife's sweet hole. Taking a deep breath, I put the Jet black one back and walked into the main room with my choice proudly on display, the ladies talking and laughing while enjoying a nice glass of wine.

My wife's eyes got bigger than normal when she saw my choice but you wouldn't notice any surprise in her voice when she spoke to me.

"Well you really took your time making a selection. You must have really put allot of thought into your choice. Let me see what you picked," she said taking the large dildo from my hand, "I would have thought you would have chose something a little bit closer to your size. Aren't you worried about this big black cock stretching me out to the point of being nice and loose the next time you have a chance to get inside me?"

"Even if I was concerned," I stated, my cock trying to stiffen from her last comment, "your enjoyment is always more important than my own. I heard you say that you missed the deep penetration and I wanted to be sure that I picked one that would go as deep as you needed."

"Very impressive," Sara commended Jana, "I see your slave has learned well from his denial. It is one thing to say it but much more meaningful when they can clearly show it through actions. I would very much like to see you again Lady Jana. I truly enjoyed our conversation this evening. Please come by anytime you like."

"The evening has been very enlightening Lady Sara," my wife said bowing her head, "I would be delighted to come by again. Hubby, you can get dressed now."

I got dressed and paid Lady Sara for my gift to my wife before bowing my head and saying good night. We got into the car and sped home, looking forward to trying out our new toy.

Once home, Jana was disrobing before I even got the door unlocked and was naked by the time I got my shoes off. I finished getting undressed and placed our clothes in the laundry bin. Jana was lying on the carpet next to the fireplace, rubbing her pussy to get her juices flowing. I watched her ravage her own body for a few seconds before coming to my senses and retrieving some KY from the bathroom cabinet to help ease her initial penetration with a larger cock.

I knelt between her spread legs and lubricated the top five inches of the dark intruder as well as sticking my sloppy fingers into her waiting cunt. I started to question if the lubricant was really necessary as she was sopping wet in anticipation of being stretched. This is it, I thought to myself as I rested the head on her pussy lips. This was the first time I would see what it would look like if a big black cock was going to fuck my wife. My balls were straining against the ring, threatening to pull through if I tried to get any harder but my lust completely overcame the pain and I barely noticed it.

"Please stick that big dildo in me baby," Jana pleaded to me, her pupils constricted to pinpoints, "I want you to fuck me hard with it. Stretch me, make me really feel it."

I started pushing the head in gently, short strokes trying to open her up. After a minute of working the entrance I gave it a good push and the head broke through, the residual pressure embedding two inches in her wanton hole in one stroke. She cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as I paused allowing her to adjust. I withdrew to the tip and pushed again, repeating and gaining half in inch in depth each time until five inches rested inside her, her pussy lips clinging to the dildo filling her inside.

"That's as far as I can go with my own equipment baby," I said lovingly looking her in the eyes, "Now it's time you get all that you deserve."

I pushed the dildo one more inch as she let out an animalistic grunt before I withdrew the dildo to the tip and gave one final shove embedding all eight inches inside her. Her body bucked and seized as a powerful orgasm rocked her body, her mouth unable to create human sounds. Before her orgasm subsided I withdrew the dildo and shoved it in again, the fake testicles resting on her ass cheeks. She gasped for breath as she came down from cumming.

"Oh god baby," she exclaimed, "you have no idea how much bigger it is than you. It feels so good to feel so full. It is touching places you have never touched, resting against my cervix. Fuck me with it baby. Fuck me until I cum again. I can make love to you anytime I want but I want you to fuck me with this dildo."

I did exactly that. Short strokes and long strokes. Twisting this way and that as her body responded to the rough treatment of a rubber cock. I fucked her with it hard as she came and came. I continued until she literally pushed me away, unable to take anymore, her hands guarding her battered pussy.

"Holy shit baby. I feel like I just got done riding a horse. That felt so good. I wish I could return the favor but seeing as how this is your first day of chastity, you have a long time of orgasm denial to go before you get to cum again. Carry me up and lay me in bed. I don't think I can move after that."

I carried her up the steps and lay her in bed before climbing in next to her and holding her close, her body still shivering slightly from the intense orgasms. Her body succumbed to sleep before she heard the words I love you come out of my mouth. My cock was finally starting to soften and I drifted off to sleep as well.



How I Became a Chastized Cuckold Ch. 04



**Warning** This fantasy story series contains or will contain elements of Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial, Female Domination, Cuckolding, Interracial Sex, Bi-sexual Innuendo and Tendencies, Teasing, and BDSM Activities. If any of these topics are offensive you to, I recommend not reading.

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It was a few days before she allowed me to use the rubber black cock on her again, saying she needed to recover from her first, real deep fucking. I did not take offense to her words because I knew they were true. The dildo I picked out could go deeper than I ever hoped to go. When the night came to break out the toy again, she decided to have a little fun with me.

"I think my new rubber lover needs a name, something to help reinforce to you that your place of fucking me in bed has been taken over by the cock you picked out," Jana said playfully to me, "I think we should make it a black guy's name since it fits the type of dildo you picked. I think Leroy will work. Hubby, go get Leroy so he can give me a good fucking tonight."

God if I didn't know any better I would have thought that she knew about my cuckold fantasies. Some of the things she said just seemed way over the top from her normal way of thinking, but then again it was probably paranoia. Nothing has really been the same since the day I started chastity and she surprised me with things all the time now. For all I knew, Mistress Sara could have told her allot of things while they talked that night and I know Jana had talked to her since. It would make sense that Sara would try to help Jana develop more dominate features.

I retrieved Leroy from the dresser drawer and returned to the bed where my wife was waiting for me with a blindfold.

"I want you to put this on and lie back on the bed. No matter what happens I do not want you to move your hands for any reason. Is that understood?" my wife said forcefully.

"I understand Mistress," I replied submissively, "I will not move my hands."

The world went black as I put on the black silk blindfold and lay back. I felt my wife moving around between my legs. Suddenly I heard the hasp of the padlock on my cage unsnap. Before I could think of what was happening, the dome of the cage was pulled off and replaced with the baggie of ice water. I flinched but true to my word, I did not move my hands. After about thirty seconds of freedom, the ice water was removed and I felt the cage being slipped back on but there was something ever so lightly poking into the top section of flesh near the base of my cock and suddenly, I heard the closing of the lock.

"Go ahead and remove the blindfold," Jana told me. "What I did was install something called points of intrigue, a gift from Mistress Sara. It seems your cock is trying excessively hard to get an erection inside your cage while Leroy has his way with me. This should help with that. Do you know what points of intrigue do?"

"Yes baby, I do," I replied. "As I try to get hard, the dull points will dig deeper and deeper in my sensitive flesh causing discomfort and pain to help battle my body's attempt at a hard on."

"Good," my wife cheered, "Warm me up with your mouth and then Leroy can fuck me."

That is exactly what I did. I ate her pussy until she was nice and moist and then let Leroy finish the job with a nice deep fucking, all the while with the points digging deeper into my cock. Three orgasms later and the wife totally satisfied I was once again blindfolded and the points removed before going to sleep. Thank god she remembered to take them out or I might have been in for a very rude awakening.

Over the next month our usual routine continued. Most days I would lick her pussy until she was satisfied and on rare occasions she would have me use Leroy on her when she needed a good solid fucking. Leroy was never slow and loving when I dipped him into her pussy. He always pounded her like a sex object, the only goal to make her cum and cum by deep and quick strokes. I continued to maintain my hygiene under my wife's careful watching eyes and my free erections limited to zero.

As I crossed the one-month mark, I started to become concerned about the possibility of wet dreams, not because I did not want to have any but because it would be like cheating on my agreement to wait three months for an orgasm. I had previously experienced wet dreams in the past and knew they could be just as powerful as a natural orgasm but I didn't want to take away from Jana's enjoyment, plus I knew she would just restart the clock on my chastity period and I would constantly be fighting a losing battle, renewing my period of denial every time I came in my underwear at night and never again be able to get inside my wife, at least while we still played this game, and I wasn't done playing yet.

Reading all the information on cuckolding back when chastity was a mere imaginative fantasy, I often came across stories and articles on how prostate milking could be used to drain semen from the chastised male without the pleasure of an orgasm and help stave off nocturnal emissions. Although I never actually tried to milk myself, I knew it was something I was going to need to meet my goal of three months in chastity. I didn't know if Jana would find it repulsive or if she would even consider it but I felt we had grown enough in our comfortable relationship to express our need for something, no matter how strange it might be. Perhaps some nice dinner conversation I laughed to myself.

"Honey," I said sitting down to dinner, "now that we are going for longer and longer periods of chastity, I am afraid I will not be able to complete the entire period of denial without experiencing wet dreams at night. The body will use wet dreams to expel old semen to allow new semen to be produced if the balls are not being drained on a regular basis. I am going to need your help if you want to keep them at bay and help me go the entire three months without orgasm."

"I see," my wife said putting down her fork and giving me her undivided attention, "I take it you have had one before. Have you had one since you have been locked in chastity?"

"No, I would have confessed to you if I did. It would have been like cheating on our game," I replied seriously.

"What does it feel like when you have a wet dream?" my wife asked.

"It feels almost as good as a natural orgasm. The muscles spasm just like normal making it feel really good, good enough to wake you up from deep sleep to experience your penis spurting semen into your underwear," I told her, not a hint of shame in my emotions.

"Well yes, that would be cheating on our arrangement," my wife stated quite sternly leaving no doubt that my suspicions were correct. "If it is pleasurable to you, like a normal orgasm, we must do what we can to avoid it happening. I take it that since you brought it up you have a solution to avoid it from happening?"

"Yes, I have read allot about it," I told her, "but you might find it a little strange and I am not sure you would be into it or enjoy doing it."

"Hubby," my wife said, her voice cold and calculating, "I have your dick locked in a chastity belt and deny you the ability to cum for months at a time. We have tried things that are strange and against the norm. I will be the judge of whether I will enjoy it or not. For that little indiscretion, two more weeks of chastity added to the end of your lock-up. Out with it...now!" 

"Yes Mistress," I replied softly, my head bowed in shame, not because of what I was about to say but because I had challenged my wife's dominate position in our relationship. "I am sorry for anything that I implied and I understand the need for you to punish me. Please forgive me."

"I do forgive you hubby," my wife said sweetly, "but that doesn't mean I will retract the punishment. Now you better start talking before I make it another two weeks or perhaps a month."

Taking a deep breath I began, "The procedure I am talking about is called milking the prostate. Basically, it involves inserting a finger or other suitable object, such as a tool called a milking wand, into my anus and massaging the prostate gland for a period of time. Doing so causes semen to work its way out of the balls and flow out of the penis, more like a dribble than a spurt though. Doing it for long enough will drain all the semen from the testicles and remove the body's reason for having a wet dream."

"What does it feel like when it comes out?" my wife asked me.

"I can't say out of personal experience because I have never done it," I answered, "but all the stories and articles I have read describe as feeling similar to a slow urination. No pleasure, other that knowing your balls are being emptied, is experienced."

"Well I can't say I have ever heard of that," Jana confessed to me, "but I will do some research and see what I can come up with. So, do you really want me to stick something in your ass to help drain that stale cum out of you?"

With heartfelt dedication I looked into her hazel eyes, "I will do anything to make sure I can complete the tasks you lay before me. If having my prostate milked to prevent wet dreams is needed to meet the amount of time without orgasm that you ordered, I will happily do it."

Not much was said on the topic over the next few days and I didn't bring the subject up in fear of making her feel pressured. I did, however, begin to worry. With each day of frustrating denial, the pressure in my balls grew. I began to feel like a ticking time bomb, not knowing how long it would take before necessity overpowered chastity but I didn't want to find out and restart my clock.

On Saturday afternoon, about a week since we first discussed it, the subject of milking came up again. Jana sat me down on the couch and told me of her plan.

"I have been reading everything I can find on the subject of milking the prostate as well as talking with Lady Sara about it," she said, "and it seems you were telling the truth. As far as I can tell, it will not give you pleasurable release and something needs to be done to remove those poor cummies from your swollen balls, not only to keep you from involuntarily having an orgasm, but also for the benefit of your health. I didn't know that it was unhealthy to leave your sperm stagnant and cooped up. If I had, I would have addressed this much sooner."

"Now," she continued, "since I am still not positive how the whole process works, Lady Sara has agreed to teach me how to do it properly. She says she milks her husband once every two weeks and he has not had a wet dream since they started the chastity lifestyle. We are going over there tonight and you are going to experience your first unfulfilled testicle draining. You will be respectful and gracious for her efforts. Now, let's go get you in the shower. I want you clean and smooth for tonight."

"Yes Mistress," I replied submissively.

Well I guess we can cross that one off the uncompleted fantasy list, I laughed to myself.

After showering and shaving, being extra careful to remove every stray pubic hair, I dressed in normal street clothes since they would not be on very long anyway. Jana came down the stairs moments later dressed in a see through white silk bra and panties with matching garter and stockings. White six-inch heels rounded out the sexy get up. I could clearly see the thin strip of blonde hair through the transparent material. I started to wonder if she was going to walk out the door that way before she grabbed a long trench coat from the closet next to the door.

We sped off towards Mistress Sara's elegant adult store, both eager for what was coming. Despite it still being light out, Jana brazenly opened her coat and fingered herself throughout most of the short trip. I wondered if anyone got a clear look at what my sexy wife was doing in the passenger seat.

When we arrived at the store, we found a closed sign on the door. Jana told me to be respectful and I basically took that to mean submissive. To be on the safe side, I decided to really allow myself to drift into my role. Jana knocked on the door and Mistress Sara soon appeared dressed in a full-length black latex gown, the tight material stretched over every curve of her body. That red dress she wore on the night we all met did her figure no justice. She was absolutely stunning to say the least.

"Won't you please come in," Sara invited us.

"Thank you," my wife smiled, removing her coat before she was inside the door.

"Well don't you look good enough to eat," Sara complimented my wife, licking her lips.

"And I think I must meet your tailor," my wife returned the compliment. "That dress is breathtaking, not to mention the body it encases."

With a look from my wife, I undressed quickly, once again folding my clothes in a neat pile and handing them to her. As I stood naked in the doorway, Mistress Sara got down to business.

"I am very happy that you came to me for guidance," Mistress Sara began. "I am sure this procedure will prove to be rewarding for both of you. As a gesture of my gratitude, I will not charge you for my services; However, I do ask three things of you and they are non-negotiable. First, I ask that you reimburse me for any supplies I use. I use a few things that I will not use on anyone else. Those items you can take with you at the end of the night. Second, I expect nothing but total obedience from our little toy in chastity. If I tell you to do something, you will not delay, you will act immediately and deliberately."

"I understand," I replied bowing. "May I ask a question?"

"Tonight is meant to teach both you and your Mistress," Sara replied. "You may speak as often as necessary as long as you do so respectfully. Insolence in my chamber is often punished severely."

I believed her.

I asked my question, "I wish to address you with respect while not disrespecting my Mistress. Is there a form of address that would be acceptable to you, reserving the title Mistress for my beautiful wife?"

Sara stared at me with soft eyes, "Oh how I adore dedication and loyalty to one's owner. You have done well with this one Lady Jana. You may address me as Madam Sara. I assume that is acceptable to everyone?"

We both nodded.

"Very well," Sara consented, "the last thing I request, and I am sorry I have not mentioned this before, seeing the effort you put into looking delicious tonight. I am the only Dom permitted in my chamber and as such, am the only one permitted to wear clothing or be unrestrained while within the confines of my chamber. I do not ask this to disrespect you Lady Jana, but I ask it out of respect to me. Is this acceptable?"

"Quite acceptable Lady Sara," my wife replied bowing her head, "and I do very much appreciate you taking time to instruct me and my toy."

Jana turned to me, "Hubby, remove my clothing for Madam Sara, fold them, and give them to our host along with your clothing. She will decide when we get them back."

"Yes Mistress," I replied

I unclasped her bra and let it slide off her shoulders, floating to the floor like a white feather. Her firm tits stood at attention as her nipples hardened into ice picks. I slowly unbuckled each high heel shoe and kissed the tops of her stocking encased feet. Next, I unclipped her garter from her stockings before rolling each one down her leg, my tongue tasting each inch of newly exposed flesh, before sliding the garter down her legs. I spun her to face Madam Sara before gripping the thin waistband of her wet panties and lowering them seductively down her legs, allowing her to step out of them and stand completely exposed before our host. Madam Sara looked Jana up and down like a hungry dog eyeing up a T-bone. I had a bone myself, well at least as much as the chastity belt would allow.

"Your body looks even more exquisite when fully exposed Lady Jana," Madam Sara gleamed.

My wife blushed at the compliment, "You are most kind Madam Sara."

I folded her tiny garments, placing them on top of my own as Madam Sara continued to revel in the sights of my wife's naked body before handing them to our latex adorned teacher. She took them from me and left the room before returning with a think leather collar with a heavy gauge chrome ring in the front and two sets of leather wrist and ankle restraints.

"Lady Jana," Sara said handing the collar and one set of restraints to her, "would you please place these on your husband?"

Jana nodded, taking the black leather cuffs. She started by placing the two inch wide collar around my neck and tightly buckling the back hasp. I presented my hands to her and she wrapped each wrist in a padded cuff, the steel ring jingling as I brought my arms to the side. She then dropped to her knees and did the same with each ankle. Before rising, she gave each of my testicles a tender kiss and as she rose, grabbed my CB-6000s and gave it a strong tug causing a sudden cramp in the bottom of my stomach. 

Madam Sara then used five shinny golden padlocks to secure each of the buckles. I realized there was no way I would be able to remove them. Once I was secured, I would be at her mercy. She brought my arms behind my back and fastened the two rings together with some sort of clip or D-ring. What a rush!

Madam Sara then began fastening the red leather wrist and ankle restraints against my wife's pale skin, again securing them with bright golden padlocks. I watched her smell the aroma of my wife's sex as she stood up.

"Now that we are all dressed we can proceed into my private chamber. Please follow me," Madam Sara instructed us.

As we followed the woman of the house, only the soft squeaking of stretching latex broke the still silence. As we exited the shop through a door along the back wall, we found ourselves in what I would describe as a medieval dungeon. The floor and walls were constructed of rock cobblestone and the fifteen-foot high ceiling loomed ominously overhead making the room appear immense and overpowering. The room, lighted by flaming torches fastened the walls with blacksmithing iron brackets, contained all types of equipment, benches and tables for securing a helpless man or woman as well as thick chains hanging from the ceiling in various places. If she wanted to keep us here forever, I had no doubt she would be able to but for some reason I trusted this woman.

"Lady Jana," Sara addressed my wife, "do you wish to be restrained sitting or standing?"

"I am at your disposal," my wife answered.

"Very well," Sara said softly, taking my wife by the wrists and leading her toward a set of chains hanging from a three-foot wide metal bar hanging from the ceiling next to a bench constructed of black walnut with a plush cushion on top encased in the softest black leather. Madam Sara secured each one of her wrist restraints to the chains with twist lock D-rings before walking towards a winch mounted on the wall. As she turned the crank, the bar restraining my wife's wrists was pulled toward the ceiling causing Jana's arms to stretch out and limit her mobility. Madam Sara went back to inspect her work, running her hands up my wife's arms, inspecting the placement of the cuffs, and running the tips of her fingers back down her arms and across her helpless tits before grabbing both rock-hard nipples and giving them a quick hard squeeze. Jana's eyes squinted shut and she let out a quick scream in response to the stimulus.

"I apologize," Madam Sara told my wife sarcastically, "I just couldn't resist."

My wife answered back with a grin that said 'Do it again'.

"Slave, come here," Madam Sara commanded me, her tone changed from playful to aggressive, "Up on the table and kneel."

I ran to her side quickly, the weight of the cage pulling on my balls with every bouncing stride. I crawled up on to the tables and nested my knees in the soft leather. Madam Sara released my hands from behind my back and ordered me to get on all fours and stick my ass up in the air. I lowered my face to the padded surface, resting my upper body weight on my forearms.




How I Became a Chastized Cuckold Ch. 04



"The first thing I am going to do," she began instructing my wife, "is get our little chastity slave clean and prepped. This is not something you have to do if you are in a rush but I prefer to not get dirty while performing the milking."

I heard the sound of a latex glove being snapped on before feeling my ass cheeks being pulled apart and a cold wet substance being placed near my anal entrance. I began to feel pressure being applied against my virgin hole.

"Try to relax your muscles," Madam Sara taught me, "I will allow me to slide in much easier and apply the lubricant."

I fought the involuntary urge to keep my backdoor slammed shut and began to release the tense muscles, allowing the thin, gloved finger to slide inside, coating the entrance with slick lubricant. After a few seconds of working her finger in and out, she removed the gloved intruder before replacing it with something a little bigger. I looked back and saw the thin, clear tubing attached to the new invader. I knew immediately what it was.

"I am going to give your husband an enema," she told my wife. "The nozzle has a balloon on each side of his sphincter that I will inflate to ensure none of the solution will leak out. I like to start with one quart of warm water and allow it to cleanse for fifteen minutes before releasing the slave to expel it. There is always a possibility of cramping and the chance increases if you use cold or soapy water, but you can combat that by momentarily stopping the flow and massaging his lower stomach until it goes away."

She finished inserting the nozzle before using a large syringe to inflate both balloons, the pressure of them acting against the other, squeezing my sphincter between them. I saw her hand work something on the tubing and began to feel warm water flow inside my ass. It is tough to describe what it felt like, perhaps a little uncomfortable but not unpleasant either. As the water continued to flow, the pressure began to build and a cramp started to develop. I groaned and shifted as I worked through the discomfort. Madam Sara noticed my slight distress and stopped the flow of liquid, beginning to lightly massage my lower abdomen.

"You can tell by his body language that he is starting to cramp," she began telling my wife. "As you do it more often, the signs will become almost second nature. If he starts to cramp it is best to pause and deal with it right away or it will come back more often."

"Feeling better now?" she asked me.

"Yes Madam, thank you for being so attentive," I replied graciously.

She started the flow of water again and the pressure began to build slightly but without the cramping this time. After a few minutes the entire contents of the bag was inside my bowels as evidenced by the swelling in my abdomen and the urge to defecate. She put me on my side and curled my legs close to my body.

"Now that all the fluid is inside him, put him on his side with his legs pulled up to his belly and allow him to rest while the solution does its job to cleanse his insides. After fifteen minutes, you can allow him to expel the fluid or make him do some light exercise such as jumping jacks, moving the fluid around to help clean."

As I waited for fifteen minutes to tick off, Madam Sara passed the time teasing my bound wife. She ran her hands all over Jana's body, every surface exposed and available to her touch. I watched as she drug her latex covered tits up and down my wife's body. As she pulled away, I realized Madam Sara's nipples were so hard that the outline of her areolas were clearly visible through the rubber material and her hard nipples had stretched the body glove to the point of becoming thin and lighter in color. I never really thought about my wife with another woman in my cuckold fantasies but I had to say that watching this was hot. Finally, Madam Sara said my time was up and escorted me to the bathroom.

"I am going to deflate the balloons and remove the nozzle," Madam Sara advised me. "I want you to keep your muscles tight and try not to allow any fluid to escape. If you get any of it on me, I will be very angry and your balls will pay the price."

Her words alone were enough to tighten every muscle in my body. I had never really endured serious CBT before but I had no doubt she would be more than willing to introduce me. She deflated the balloons and removed the nozzle quickly. My back door slammed shut quickly like a screen door in hurricane winds. I didn't spill a drop. Madam Sara then left the room and allowed me to release the contents of my bowels. It felt so good as the fluid rushed out of me and the pressure in my swollen abdomen began to decrease. It took five minutes to work it all out of me and I cleaned myself up before leaving the bathroom where my captor awaited. She grabbed my wrists and led me back to the bench, helping me back into a position on all fours.

"For the rest of the procedure I am going to secure you to the bench," Madam Sara advised me. "For a man, having an object stuck up your ass is unnatural. Without being restrained, you might try to defend your ass from being probed and it will be counterproductive to our objective here tonight. Will you be comfortable being tied down and immobile?"

"Normally I am comfortable being tied up Madam," I replied respectfully. "I may be a little nervous in anticipation of the unknown but I will not panic being restrained."

She started by securing my ankles to locking hooks on the back corners followed by my wrists to locking hooks on the front corners, making me extend my arms and once again rest my weight on my forearms. She then applied two more leather straps just above my knees, spreading my legs, and securing them to the side of the table. These restraints ensured that I would not be able to close my legs and kept my caged cock in a vulnerable position. The last thing she did was fasten a short length of chain to the ring on my collar, preventing me from being able to lift my upper body. If she had any ill intentions, I would find out very shortly.

Sara turned towards my wife, "I will need to remove his chastity belt to properly milk him. You can do it without removing it but it will help extract the semen if you have full access. Besides, you would have to remove it after for cleaning anyway."

Jana responded by pushing out her chest, extending her ample breasts towards the red haired beauty and offering the silver key hanging on the chain between them.

Sara removed the key from around Jana's neck and proceeded to unlock my cage and removing the cage and ring, freeing my restrained cock. The cool air surrounding my prick felt as good as always after being cooped up for so long.

Madam Sara instructed my wife, putting on another pair of latex gloves. "Milking the prostate can take anywhere from fifteen to forty-five minutes, or even longer depending on each individual and the experience and technique of the Dom. The entire milking can be done with the human finger but I find it easier to use a milking wand."

She held up a clear plastic cylindrical object that curved towards the end with a soft, ribbed, latex ball on the end, making a closed ring with her fingers and showing my wife how to insert it properly.

"Until you feel comfortable with the placement of the prostate," she continued, "I recommend using only your finger or fingers to complete the process of draining his balls through milking. It is possible to cause damage if you go too deep or put too much pressure in the wrong spot. It is also important to use generous amounts of lubricant to help avoid tearing the tender rectal tissue. If you have any finger nails, always use a glove to avoid injury, especially around the prostate."

She turned her attention back to me, coating her fingers with a gel lubricant. "I am going to lubricate your anus and loosen your sphincter a little. Keep your muscles relaxed. It will make things easier on me and be more enjoyable for you."

Madam Sara put a large glob of lubricant on my asshole and I relaxed as best I could, waiting to be penetrated. This time her gloved finger slid easily into my ass. She withdrew her finger to the tip and inserted another finger, adding another dollop of lube to my opening. She twisted her fingers around inside me and made sure all the surfaces were slick with the gel and then started to separate her fingers, gently spreading my cooperating anal muscles. A couple of times I caught myself tensing up and worked against instinct to relax. After a few minutes, she removed her fingers and announced I was prepped and ready to begin.

Sara had my wife stand on her toes as she undid the D-rings that secured her cuffs to the bar and led her closer to the table. She handed my wife a pair of gloves to put on while she placed a small tray beneath my semi-rigid dick, swaying in the breeze between my legs. She then handed Jana the tube of lubricant to prepare her gloved fingers.

"I am going to insert my finger," she began teaching again, "and curl my finger down until I find his prostate. I will watch his reaction and that combined with feel will tell me I found it. Once I do, I will massage it for a few minutes before letting you do it to see where it is located and what it feels like."

Madam Sara inserted her finger again, meeting very little resistance from the prepared hole. She curled her finger and immediately hit a spot that made me feel a sudden urge to urinate.

"That's the spot," she exclaimed. "As soon as I applied pressure to the gland I felt his muscles tighten up."

"It's alright to do that while your Mistress is learning the location of your prostate," Madam Sara corrected me, "but you need to control those muscles. Leaving them nice and relaxed helps to drain the cum without orgasm, but if you move those muscles at the wrong time it could interrupt the process or even inadvertently cause an orgasm. Your body will tell us if it did and you will be locked up, having to start all over again."

She rubbed her fingers over the entire gland, varying speed and pressure as she worked the vessels to free the trapped semen. She continued for five minutes, removing and reinserting her finger to lubricate every so often. She almost seemed to be in a rhythm with the way she worked her finger around the gland. Once I was able to gain some semblance of control over my muscles, the stimulation felt good, even pleasurable in a way. It would take some time before I would have total muscular control. Madam Sara removed her finger and gestured to Jana to take her spot.

"Stick one finger in nice and slowly," she counseled Jana as she inserted her index finger. "Now curl it down slightly towards his ball sack until you find a gland slightly elevated from the rest of the canal. Pay attention to what his body is telling you and you will know when you hit the bulls-eye."

Jana fished around for a few seconds before I felt the familiar sensation again. I quickly tensed my muscles to let her know she found it.

"I just found it didn't I?" she asked Madam Sara.

"Yes, my dear," Sara encouraged her. "Now move your finger around with different motions and pressures. Move around the entire gland for a minute and then pull your finger out, lubricate and try to find it again." 

My wife removed her finger, added a dab of lube, and reinserted her finger, finding the spot much quicker. I once again gave her a quick buck of my hips to let her know she was on target. She began swirling her finger around the gland covering the entire surface with light taps and small relaxing circles, every now and then hitting the prostate with a quick stab of more forceful pressure. Each time she removed her finger to lubricate, she found the correct spot more rapidly. After about five minutes of working her novice finger inside my ass, I felt something begin to travel down my urethra. A drip of fluid appeared at my piss slit of my erect cock, pointing at the tray below me.

"Is that what I think it is?" Jana asked her instructor.

"That is the first drops of precum leading the way for all of his friends," Madam Sara corrected her. "Now, take your other hand and wrap it tightly around the base of his hard cock and slowly stroke it downward to help free the fluid from his urethra. Stroke downward, as if you were milking a cow, and only give him one or two pumps. We don't want him to stimulate him so much that his muscles take over and he spurts his load in full orgasm."

Jana grabbed hold at the base of my dick and squeezed very tightly before she began to drag her gripped hand down the cock. As she did so, two drops of cloudy fluid dripped from the head of my cock and landed on the tray below me. She removed her stroking hand and Madam Sara had her remove her finger from inside me.

"Now that you know what the prostate gland feels like and you have seen how to remove tiny amounts of precum from him, I am going to teach you how to use the wand," Sara said producing the milking wand and beginning to lubricate it with generous amounts of gel. "I will permit you to use it for a few minutes and get the hang of it before I chain you up again and finally finish off his milking."

Madam Sara handed my wife the clear plastic piece of equipment and allowed her to insert the latex head into my anus. The expanded edge was three times the size of my wife's finger and I took a deep breath as my hole stretched a bit before the head slipped in and the hole closed around the smaller shaft.

"The trick," Sara stated, "is to visualize where the prostate is in relation to the wand and learn to recognize his body movements when you make contact. That is why I recommend only using your fingers for the first few times. You can even use two fingers or more if you like, if he can tolerate multiple intruders. As time goes on he will be able to control those movements but by then you will be an expert at pleasurable sperm extraction without orgasm."

Jana moved the wand around for ten seconds, like a blind man feeling his way through the world, and when she hit the right spot, I bucked to let her know she was where she needed to be. Madam Sara had her remove the wand and locate the spot a few more times before allowing her to continue massaging my prostate for the next five minutes. During that time, I began to feel more fluid draining through my urethra and drops of precum continuing to appear at the head of my stiff cock. Each time she used her gloved hand to coax the fluid out of me and into the tray where a small puddle began to form.

"OK, my dear," Sara said to my wife, "Time to get you hooked back up so I can finish draining him."

Jana left the wand sticking inside me and removed her latex glove before offering her wrists up to our host. Sara led her back to the chains and hooked the D-rings back to each wrist. She then retrieved a three-foot spreader bar from the wall and forced Jana's legs apart before bending down and installing the bar between her ankles. With the bar in place, she could not close her legs and her moist slit was left unguarded and vulnerable. Madam Sara traced her hands up my wife's legs, up the inner thigh, and with one finger, brushed between her pussy lips and across her clit.

"Your wife is really enjoying this," Madam Sara said to me, showing me my wife's pussy juice on her extended finger. 

"Once I am done with you, a well deserved thank you will be in order, or perhaps I could do that myself," she said again, eyeing up Jana's restrained body and laughing.

She walked back to me and took control of the wand still sticking out of my ass. Immediately she found the spot and began to work the wand like a master of her trade. I continued to fight against my muscles to keep them relaxed as the rubbing continued, the ribbed surface of the wand sending waves of stimulation through my reproductive tract. 

For the next twenty minutes, drops of fluid continued to appear from my penis. Sometimes she would let them develop until they were big enough to drop on their own and join those already in the pan. Other times she would milk my cock with a tight down stroke as if I was livestock. As I continued to conquer my own muscle twitches, the feeling of being milked became more and more pleasurable, nowhere near that of an orgasm but enjoyable as a sense of relief.

After another five minutes I began to feel like I was getting ready to urinate, but not from my bladder. It was a very strange feeling. A very slight amount of pressure was building in my testicles, enough to be noticed but nothing like the buildup you get before an orgasm. Instinct took over and my muscles tensed, clenching the wand inside my ass. I received two very hard slaps across my bare ass cheeks and I had to grit my teeth in response to the pain.

"Do not tense up your muscles!" Sara admonished me. "You are very close to draining your balls and it needs to drain freely. If you continue to tense up I will continue to slap your ass until it is black and blue."

"Keep watching Lady Jana," Sara said to my wife. "Any moment now we will see his load fall into the tray. When it does, it will flow out nice and steady. If it spurts like a normal orgasm, it means he is cheating with his muscles and close to, if not actually having an orgasm. He is fighting against his body but over time he will learn, especially with enough positive reinforcement, as in positively smacking his ass."

I felt like I was fighting a losing battle against my own body. My ass cheeks were on fire from a few more, well placed smacks and I soon got them under some semblance of control. Suddenly I felt a large amount of fluid travel through my urethra. I looked back as I saw a stream of thick white sperm and seminal fluid drain from my cock and into the tray. As Madam Sara continued to work the wand, each pulse of pressure resulted in another steady stream of my cum landing in the tray. Jana was fixated on my cock, watching in wonder as I was drained without the aid of orgasm.

For the next two minutes, my load continued to be milked out of my body. I watched with amazement as the puddle in the tray continued to grow. I had no idea I was capable of producing that much semen. Finally the flow slowed to a stop but Madam Sara continued to move the wand as drips of my most precious fluid dripped from my very hard cock and stringing down into the tray.

"I always continue for five minutes or so to ensure I have gotten it all out. I like to leave my slave's balls completely empty and ready to build up more for me. There have been times were I have gotten twice as much discharge by going for five or ten minutes after the last stream leaked out."

After five minutes, Madam Sara removed the wand from my ass with a loud pop and used her hand to drag the last drops of cum out of my cock. My ass felt sore and wrecked but my balls felt shriveled and empty. My breathing was quickened and I felt a little dizzy. After a moment, I calmed down and regained my senses. Madam Sara removed the tray of my cum from under my cock and placed it under my head.

"A slave must always consume what he produces," Madam Sara said to Jana.

What? I asked myself. Surely, I have read about cuckold husbands eating their own ejaculate but I had no idea I would be told to do it tonight. I looked over at my wife and her jaw was dropped in surprise but that gaping mouth quickly turned into an evil smirk almost daring me to do it. I was not ready to taste my own cum.

"Come on now," Madam Sara said to me as I stared at the sheer amount of my semen pooled just inches from my face. "No more stalling. Lick up your cum like a good little chastity boy."

I continued to stare, unable to move muscle from being in shock.

"Madam Sara gave you an order," my Mistress scolded me, "and you remember the agreement. Total obedience and follow orders immediately. Since you have failed to do so, you can add another month to your time in the belt. Now clean up that cum right this second!"




How I Became a Chastized Cuckold Ch. 04



Again, I hesitated. "Please don't make me eat it Mistress," I begged.

"I am not making you do it," my wife replied innocently, "Madam Sara is and you will not disrespect her in her own chamber. Make it two more months of chastity!"

Madam Sara held up her hand and my wife immediately shut up. "While I agree with the punishment you handed down and I hope you hold true to it, I do not need any help with the issue," she admonished my wife.

"Slave!" Madam Sara barked at me, "I have ways of making you do what I want. I can apply a vise to your now drained testicles and squeeze them until you do it. The bottom line is that I will not release you until you clean up every drop. Now do you need further encouragement?"

"No Madam Sara," replied a broken man, "I will do as you say."

With all the effort I can muster, I extended my tongue until it dipped into the tray full of my cum. I tasted it right away, a mixture of bitter and salty flavor. I scooped a small amount onto my tongue and brought it back into my mouth. The taste filled my mouth as I struggled to swallow but finally the first bit of semen slid down my throat.

Now that the first lick was out of the way, I was able to resign myself to cleaning up the rest. Perhaps if I had a little time to prepare I would have been able to react immediately, but instead I now had to endure five and a half months since my last orgasm. That was a far cry from the one month I just finished.

I began licking my gooey load with purpose, shoveling large amounts of my ejaculate with each swiping pass of my tongue and quickly swallowing before I had a chance to have a second thought about what I was doing. Soon enough I was licking the last remnants of my most sacred fluid from the bottom of the tray, the taste lingering in my mouth.

"Very good," Madam Sara complimented me, "That wasn't so hard now was it? If you had just complied with my order, there would have been no need for punishment. Always clean up your own mess slave."

I felt Madam Sara messing with my now shriveled cock but before it had a chance to try to grow again, she roughly pulled my balls and sack through the chastity belt ring, causing me to wince from the pain. She then finished installing the cage before closing the lock and giving my ass one last hard slap.

Madam Sara unrestrained me and helped me off the table, steadying my shaking legs and forcing me to kneel before my restrained wife.

"Thank your wife with an orgasm for letting you empty your balls tonight!" Sara sternly said to me.

I dove in. To my amazement she was soaking wet, so wet that my entire face was covered in her juices by the time I got my tongue inside her slit. She was already primed from the night's events. After only thirty seconds of eating her and playing with her clit, she exploded in an intense orgasm, holding nothing back as she thrashed in her chains. I continued to grind my face in her pussy as pleasure rocked her entire body for almost a minute. Sara finally pulled me away and Jana collapsed, her chained wrists supporting her weight.

Madam Sara led me to a set of stocks and placed my head and hands on the notches before lowering the top half and securing the lock. She the hooked my ankle restraints to eye bolts in the floor.

"Your wife and I have to conduct some business," Sara informed me. "She will be in the same room with you but you will not be able to see or hear her."

She placed foam plugs into my ears before slipping a leather hood over my head, locking it to my collar and zippering the mouth closed. The only hole in the mask was for my nose and allowed me to breathe. Without warning, I once again felt pressure on my back door as something large was being inserted. Still being well lubricated, the item slipped in easily, filling my insides before my sphincter closed around the object. I was sure that a butt plug was just inserted. Oh well, nothing I can do about it now, I resigned myself.

For what seemed like hours, I stood there in dark silence, my imagination running wild about what was happening. Were they just talking or was it something more? Suddenly I was released from the stock and the hood and earplugs removed, the light of the torches like burning daggers in my eyes. As my sight adjusted, I was lead out of the room where my wife was dressed in a new outfit, latex just like Madam Sara's outfit. I was handed my clothes and got dressed quickly, leaving the butt plug in, before expressing my gratitude to Madam Sara and leaving her store. Jana did not bother to put her coat on.

We drove home in silence but Jana had a satisfied smile on her face. I didn't ask her what happened once I was hooded and to this day, I never found out.

To be continued...



How I Became a Chastized Cuckold Ch. 05



**Warning** This fantasy story series contains or will contain elements of Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial, Female Domination, Cuckolding, Interracial Sex, Bi-sexual Innuendo and Tendencies, Teasing, and BDSM Activities. If any of these topics are offensive you to, I recommend not reading.




A few nights ago, I had experienced a handful of things for the first time. My balls were drained of their contents without having an orgasm, I licked my own cum from a tray and swallowed the entire load, and to top it all off, I had a butt plug shoved roughly inside my abused anus and had to endure its invasion for a few hours before being allowed to remove it.

When we arrived home that night, we were both exhausted from the excitement of the evening. Barely a word exchanged but we spent twenty minutes while laying in bed holding each other close and passionately kissing one another. Our world was at peace. My wife was happy with our arrangement, as was I, even though tasting my own sperm threw me for a loop, and I felt loved without the need for physical ties. I felt love in everything my beautiful wife did.

Neither of us introduced the topic of what occurred the other night for a few days. I didn't want her to feel like I was prying for information on what occurred while I was blindfolded and Jana wasn't sure that I was Ok with all that transpired. Madam Sara obviously took it further that Jana thought she would. Finally sitting on couch watching TV, both of us naked to the bone, she cuddled close to me and braved the subject that had been tearing her up inside.

"Baby," my wife said to me with glossy eyes, "I owe you an apology for the other night. I had no idea that Sara would take things that far. I knew she was a very dominate woman from my conversations with her, I just didn't realize she would treat you like her own, especially making you lick up your own cum and eat all of it. I just stood there, dazed and petrified, as she told you to do it, but something came over me. I got so turned on at the thought of you doing it that something inside me took over and to make matters worse, I punished you severely for not doing it. I am very sorry baby."

"You do not have to be sorry Jana," I said as I wiped a tear from her cheek. "I realized that the night would become all too real for me as soon as you told me that Sara would be teaching you. When you told me to be respectful, I resigned myself to becoming as submissive as I could possibly be. I should have been prepared. Some of the stories I read ended with the man consuming his own cum, I just didn't think I would be forced to do it. You do not have to be sorry for anything. You wanted me to do something and I should have done it immediately. If I had known this was burning a hole in you I would have reassured you sooner that I was alright with everything that happened."

"So it is alright with you that you had to swallow your own load?" my wife asked beginning to perk up.

"Yes Mistress," I told her seriously, "I may not have enjoyed it but I should not have hesitated to follow your command. Does this mean that you are going to take away the punishment?"

"Oh no," she said her eyes narrowing, "When I issue punishment it stays. Two months extra is tacked onto your chastity period. It might even be good for you. I thank you for being so wonderful. You always put me at ease even if something I did made you suffer."

She gave me a tight, loving hug, her breasts mashed between our bodies and kissed me like we were making out in the back seat after the high school prom.

"I am glad you were alright with everything that happened," Jana said to me, her hand squeezing my balls gently, "because we are going to continue doing them. You will clean up after yourself anytime I allow your cummies to leave those swollen testicles and you will thank me for being allowed to do so. It makes me so hot to think about you licking up your own mess. I remember how many times you begged me to let you cum in my mouth and swallow. I never allowed you to and now it is me who wants you to swallow and you actually do it," My wife said laughing heartily.

Life as normal, at least normal for us, continued over the next two months. At least once a week we would make a trip to Madam Sara's store so I could pick out new lingerie and sexy outfits for her to wear. Madam Sara would always close the store to allow me to shop in the nude as Jana joined her in the comfortable seating, chatting about life and exchanging secrets, I presumed. The nurse's outfit was the first one I bought for her and became her official milking outfit. Whenever the sexy white leather was stretched over her gorgeous body, I knew that I would be getting drained that night. I came to look forward to seeing her dressed as my sperm removal specialist. We also purchased a multitude of restraints for my Mistress to use on me at anytime, but mainly for tying me down to the milking bench that I made with my own hands, using the one in Madam Sara's dungeon as a model.

I sometimes wondered if I should pick her sexy outfits a bit more carefully as she continued to dress more provocatively when she left the house. Her skirts steadily grew shorter, and her blouses tighter and more sheer. I feared that her attire would offend someone at her workplace, but the truth of it was that I made more than enough money to support us with my job, and if she ended up being fired, it wouldn't hurt us financially. I caught the neighbors staring and practically drooling as she walked down the entry, swaying her ass rhythmically as she made her way to the car. How many of them were trying to steal peaks through my windows at night? Well if they do, they will be in for a rude surprise when they see me walk past.

Jana looked forward to my milking sessions as well. One night after she had spent an hour working my prostate with her fingers and the wand, coaxing so much jizz out of me that I didn't think I could consume it all, she left me tied to the bench and inserted a large butt plug before pacing the room and telling me how she felt.

"You have no idea how powerful it makes me feel to drain your balls this way," she said as she pulled off the rubber gloves. "You, my loving husband are restrained before me, unable to protect yourself, your ass pointed up in the air at me, and you poor denied cock swaying below you unguarded. Perhaps I should take Madam Sara's advice and see how you deal with a little bit of cock and ball torture. If I chose to do so, there isn't a damn thing you could do about it in your current state," she said slapping my balls lightly causing me to jump.

"But you have been so good and made very few mistakes that I find it difficult to punish you for them," she digressed. "Just keep in mind that I will not hesitate to get a few extra pointers from her if you start slacking off. I highly recommend you endeavor to start licking up your cum faster. I know your tongue is talented enough to do it, but you continue to hesitate in taking the first taste every time I drain you. I love watching you eat your own spunk from a tray like a dog and your hesitation disappoints me. If you don't improve I will buy a ball vise and a parachute and then we will see how quickly you learn."

"Please forgive me Mistress," I pleaded. "I am trying to do it quickly. I have to overcome a notion in my head that tells me it is wrong. I will try harder and I understand that if you feel I need to be punished, you will do so for my own good."

She smiled at me and she tenderly cleaned my cock before securing the cage on my cock and releasing my bonds, but leaving the plug inside me for the remainder of the night.

As the weeks flew by, I continued to pleasure her glorious pussy at the drop of the dime, mostly with my mouth and fingers, but every so often, she would make me get Leroy and give her a nice deep fucking. Not a night went by in which she was left unsatisfied and I was devoted to continue that record. She always rewarded me with tender kisses and caressing my body as we cuddled together.

About three months since my last orgasm, I came home from a relatively good day at work. I had secured a few important contracts, at a slight cost to myself, and my boss was extremely happy with my performance. She actually mentioned that she wished the company had more dedicated employees like myself. I had to laugh to myself. If there were more like me, there would be entirely too much stored up testosterone confined in the office.

I entered my house and removed my clothing before I noticed Jana coming down the stairs. I don't know how she does it, but she always finds a way to make my confined dick aspire to achieve an erection. She was dressed in a leather fetish outfit consisting of an open bra with crossed chrome chains across her breasts that did nothing to offer any support to her perky tits, coupled with a pair of panties outlined in leather, the patch covering her pussy was transparent plastic, slightly fogged from the moisture between her legs. Encasing her toned legs was a set of patent leather boots that laced all the way up her smooth, pale thighs and had six-inch chrome heels that sharpened into a spike at the end. A tight choker strung the entire width of her neck finished out the outfit.

"Get down on your hands and knees and follow me up the stairs slave," she commanded me in a cold voice.

I dropped on all fours and crawled across the hardwood floor like an animal and up the stairs, looking up and seeing her beautiful ass sway up the stairs before me. I followed her into the bedroom and immediately noticed all the restraints out and ready. I really want to be a fly on the wall to find out what Madam Sara is teaching her. She gestured to the bed and I crawled onto it, laying on my back perfectly still.

She began to attach cuffs to my wrists and ankles, along with thigh cuffs, a belt around my waist, and a heavy collar. She proceeded to attach lengths of rope to each cuff and points along the bed. When she was done, my arms were stretched above my head, my legs spread wide, and my neck and waist pulled tightly close to the bed. There was very little play in the ropes and I was at her mercy.

"We are going to try something different tonight," she whispered, leaning close to my ear. "Do you know what edging is?"

"Yes Mistress," I replied, my breathing heavy, "It is when you constantly bring me very close to orgasm but do not actually allow me to have one. You keep doing it over and over."

"That is correct my little slave hubby," she exclaimed, excitement showing in her hazel eyes. "Tonight I am going to bring you to the edge until I have you skating the line of insanity. If you didn't force me to punish you, tonight would have been a release day for you. Instead, you will go to bed frustrated beyond belief and have two and a half more months of captivity to look forward to."

"I am warning you," she said sternly, no trace of a smile on her face, "you better not spurt your cummies on me. If you do not control yourself, I will put the cage back on immediately and you will endure one year without so much as skin on skin contact the entire time. In addition, I will send you to Madam Sara for a weekend and tell her to really let you have it. I have no doubt she will take you places that I, physically, never could. You may tell me when you are getting close if I fail to recognize the signs."

"I understand Mistress," I replied respectfully, "I will not allow myself to have a pleasurable orgasm because you do not wish me to have one."

She wasted no more time on talk and unlocked my cage, removing it roughly before grabbing my balls and squeezing very tightly, causing me to lose my breath, a stifled scream escaping my lips. She lubed up her hand and began stroking my rapidly hardening cock slowly and tightly. 

My god it felt so good to get some attention after three months of captivity and denial. Even though I knew this was going to lead to more frustration, and quite possibly a bad case of blue balls, I was going to enjoy every measured stroke.

She continued to slowly pump my dick, pausing every now and then to rub the sensitive head and tug on my balls and scrotum. She would twist her hand and drag her nails along the underside of my flesh. She varied speed and pressure, sometimes using both hands, covering my entire length, to jerk me off. After ten minutes of her loving attention, I felt my balls begin to tense up and my breathing became shallow. Just one microsecond from the point where I would have to speak up, she stopped and let my lightly throbbing member fall against my stomach. She threw a bag of Ice and water on my cock before leaving the room.

I lay there as the freezing bag worked its magic on bringing my erection under control and causing my balls to relax. After five minutes, I was twisting in my bonds, desperate to throw the baggie of my shrunken dick but my bonds were so tight that the very little movement I was able to achieve did nothing to rid myself of the cold sensation. Relenting, I aspired to turn my thoughts to anything else to distract from the discomfort, but it accomplished nothing.

After about fifteen minutes, my scantily clad Mistress returned to the room and removed the bag from my groin. The cool air of the room felt like an oven around my cock. She started to blow on my genitals and the shrunken appendage began to respond immediately.

"Well, that was the first of the night. Let's see how quickly I can take you to the brink with a nice sloppy blowjob," she said seductively as she started the lick the length of my now engorges penis.

She took all five-inches into her mouth and sucked me like a professional, stopping occasionally to swirl her tongue over the sensitive head of my dick, driving me wild. After three minutes, I had a pool of her saliva laying at the base of my cock where my pubic hair used to reside. I felt my balls begin to tense but she continued to engulf my throbbing cock with her warm mouth. I tensed my muscles tighter than I ever had to stop the cum from starting its travel up my cock.

"Please stop!" I cried out. "I can't hold back much longer."

She spit out my dick, slapped my balls hard, and threw the baggie of ice water on my cock again before blowing me a kiss and leaving the room. It took five minutes before I was able to bring my breathing under control. My abdominal muscles hurt from being flexed so tightly and my privates once again endured the chilling sensation. It was at least twenty minutes before she returned again.

"This baggie of ice water really does the trick," she said after removing the bag." I can't believe how much your cock shrinks, I mean, it's nothing but a stub sticking out after I remove the bag. You wouldn't be able to fuck a mouse with it."

My cock started to harden in response to her talking about how small my dick was. I won't say that humiliation is a huge turn on for me, but the part of cuckolding where the wife compares the large size of her lover's cock to her husband's small penis does get me worked up.

She lubed up her hand again and began stroke my hardening cock again, doing it extremely slowly, each pump lasting ten seconds or more before pausing for about thirty seconds and continuing. She took this time to talk to me.

"I bet this feels really good baby, doesn't it?" she asked me.

"Yes Mistress, it feels absolutely wonderful even though I know it won't result in an orgasm for me," I replied truthfully.

"Well it could result in an orgasm for you," she said looking at me with a devilish grin. "You can spray your load if you want to, only there are consequences for doing so. You have been denied for three months. You can cum today but then you will have to go four times as long and, of course, deal with whatever Sara would do to you."

My mind was quickly turning to mush. She was trying to tease me to cum so she could punish me. My brain kicked the idea back and forth like a devil and angel sitting on each shoulder. I had to resist the temptation to shoot my load. Just two and a half months to go until release.

"No Mistress," I told her with a determined voice, "I do not want to fail the task of going five and a half months without an orgasm that you asked me to complete. Even though it feels so good, and I know my balls will begin to ache soon, I have to hold myself back for you."

She straddled my hips and pulled her transparent panties to the side. She began to rub my sensitive head against her slick pussy lips, just a fraction of an inch from entering her pleasure hole.

"Here is your last chance baby. Just say the word and I will sink myself down on your cock and ride you until you spray me down. What if I wanted you to cum tonight just so I could make you endure zero orgasms for an entire year? Would you change your mind then?" she asked me deviously.

"If you wanted me to cum tonight," I began, "there is little I can do about it. You will prevail no matter what I decided. However, I humbly request that you allow me to complete five and a half months before I can cum. If you wish for me to go one year, you can make my next period of frustrating denial as such. I personally think one year is too long and will not be as much a turn on for me, but what I think does not matter. The only thing that matters is your desires."

She dismounted me and continued to slowly masturbate me as she looked into my eyes, evaluating my last comment. Her other hand started to gently squeeze and massage my ball sack, the pressure once again building in my nuts. She stopped stroking and threw my cock to the side moments before I reached climax, utilizing the freezing cold bag to bring me under control.

"Congratulations hubby, you passed the test," she commended me before leaving me and my shrinking erection to ourselves. My balls now began to ache as if someone was constantly squeezing them. I knew right away that this was the beginning of blue balls. 

Twenty minutes later, she returned to the bedroom. She removed the ice, now mostly melted, and lubed up her hand. As my cock began to grow again she started to jerk my cock furiously, so fast that only thirty seconds passed before my sore balls began to throb again.

"Stop! Please don't make me cum! Please stop Mistress!" I begged and pleaded.

"If that is truly what you wish," she said letting my throbbing cock fall unfulfilled to my stomach. "Just remember this. You asked me, nay begged me, not to make you cum hubby."

She stormed out of the room without using the baggie and turned off the light, leaving me lay in darkness, the slightest movement making my balls feel like they were being punched. I was now blue balled and was thankful to be left alone, as time was the only thing to cure the pain.

About an hour later she finally returned to the bedroom carrying a small canvas bag with a string tie at the top. When she shook the bag it sounded like small rocks clicking together.

"How do your frustrated balls feel honey," she asked me in a child like voice.

"My balls are causing me pain Mistress," I replied honestly. "The slightest movement feels like they are being squeezed in a vice or being punched by a boxing glove. You have officially given me blue balls."

"Good," she said shortly, "I hoped you would learn what it feels like to have your balls so full of pent up sperm that even air can hit you like a cannon. What I have in my hand is a bag full of marbles. When you came in the house today you left your clothes in a pile near the door and now your swollen nuts will pay the price."

"Oh shit," I thought. What she was saying was true, I had finally slipped up on something.

She slipped the canvas bag over my ball sack and pulled the strings tight, yanking them in opposite directions and trapping my abused testicles within the bag. Tying the strings alone had me in agony, but as she began to move the marbles around in the palm of her hand, I learned what agony was. I screamed out and strained against my restraints as I experienced what it would feel like to have ten sets of fingers squeezing each testicle at once. She giggled as she worked the marbles around each tender testicle.




How I Became a Chastized Cuckold Ch. 05



"Struggle all you want hubby," she told me harshly. "You will endure this for as long as I deem necessary. You will learn not to make mistakes or I will help you learn. If I need to get really rough, I will take you to see Madam Sara. You have no idea of the wild things she tells she has done to men."

After ten minutes, I could not stand anymore and was at my breaking point. I was about to tell her I wanted to end our chastity agreement when she suddenly stopped and removed the bag. I wheezed as I tried to draw in breath, my stomach a series of tangled knots, and a severe urge to vomit that I quickly brought under control. With the painful stimulation dissipated, did I still want to end our agreement? The answer was no. I wanted to continue being chaste but I was sure that I would endeavor to make no more mistakes.

"Lesson learned!" she scolded me before giving me a deep kiss and leaving me in a dark room again.

It took two hours before my balls felt normal again, perhaps a bit swollen, but without the pain. Shortly after Jana locked my cock back up in the cage and released me, kissing each reddened piece of flesh where I was restrained. She rolled me over on my stomach and began to lovingly massage my back. I was sure that Madam Sara had put her up to this and she was feeling a bit sorry about doing it. I loved her so much that I would not allow this to bother her, even though what she did to me really hurt like hell.

"I am sorry for leaving my clothes on the floor," I began sincerely, "and I am sorry for making you punish me. I understand that you had to do it and I promise I will try to ensure that you don't have to do it again."

"Thank you," she said perking up immediately, "I am so happy that understand why I did it. I know it was intense. How much more do you think you could have taken?"

"A split second" I told her, "merely a heartbeat."

I rolled over and she melted into my arms as we made out like newlyweds before drifting off to sleep.

About a month and a half later, I was working on the computer in my office when Jana walked in wearing her naughty nurse's outfit. My fingers stopped pecking away at the keyboard as my mind went blank. Seems like a good night to have my balls drained. My sexy wife gave me the 'come here finger' and walked towards the bedroom with me in tow. When I entered the bedroom I was shocked to see Christina sitting in the chair next to the bed, dressed only in a hot pink thong, her huge globes hanging freely and her nipples quickly hardening.

Jana had me assume the position on the milking table as they both began to attach cuffs and tie me down. As usual, my wife did a good job at limiting my mobility and Christina, with a few helpful pointers from my wife, did equally as well. I strained to get hard in the cage knowing that Christina would watch me get all my stagnant cum extracted by getting my prostate massaged. It also hit me that she would watch me lick up everything that streamed out of me. I figured that my wife told her about the progress we had made, but it was something else to know she would witness it.

"Wow, you were kidding Jana," Christina gasped in amazement. "He eagerly hopped right up there."

"Of course he did Sis," my wife answered her proudly. "This is the only way he has available to get the cum out of his body and reduce the swelling in his tender balls."

"Oh you poor baby," she said with mock pouty lips. "How long has my evil sister kept your poor little dicklette locked in that cage without allowing you to have an orgasm?"

"It has been four and a half months since I last had an orgasm, and a mighty good orgasm it was," I replied with a smile on my face.

"He is actually proud that he has gone this long without cumming," she said to Jana.

"Of course he is," my wife told her calmly. "He is being a good little boy and achieving a goal I set before him, because I desire it and nothing else."

"Well I would feel sorry for you," Christina said to me, "but since you brought this on yourself, you have no one to blame but yourself. Alright, let's get this party started."

Jana wasted no time snapping on her gloves and lubricating my arse before inserting the enema nozzle and letting it flow. After waiting for a time, followed by expelling the liquid, I was restrained again. She had Christina remove my CB-6000 as she lubricated two fingers, inserted them into my ass, and started to massage my prostate gland. Christina watched closely as my wife worked her magic. Thanks to having an audience, it took no time at all for precum to begin glistening at the tip of my raging hard prick. Jana removed her fingers, inserted the milking wand, and continued with the process. After a few minutes, my wife allowed her sister to try it and before I knew it, Christina was working the wand, hitting all of the right places.

As the small amount of pressure began to build in my nuts, Jana took over working the wand and began a quick, rough stimulation of my prostate. I had learned to control my muscles expertly with all the practice I received over the past few months and kept them still as a pond as my saved up sperm and seminal fluid rapidly drained from my cock, landing in the tray below me.

"Look at all that nasty jizz just flow out of him!" Christina exclaimed. "You are right. It doesn't spurt at all. It just runs out like a leaky faucet. Oh my god this is making me wet!"

She wasn't lying. The crotch of her panties was so wet that it appeared they would begin to drip like my cock at any second.

Jana kept at it for another ten minutes as they witnessed a random drop escape and hit the pan here and there. With a final down stroke of my cock, freeing the last remnants of my balls, Jana turned to her sister.

"Wait until you see this," Jana said confidently. "If that made you wet, watching him eat it will open the flood gates."

Christina picked up the try and placed it below my face. "Here is your dinner Chasty. Be a good boy and show me how you swallow all of your cum. Lick it and eat it!"

I no longer hesitated in completing this task. It was like second nature to me. I quickly licked up large globs of my man goo, bringing it inside my mouth and letting it slide down the back of my throat. I watched Christina as I continued to consume my mess and she couldn't keep her fingers out of her panties. I finished licking every drop as both the sexy women complimented my performance.

"Thank you for not disappointing me hubby," my wife said cutely.

"You did that like you enjoyed it Chasty. Nicely done." Christina said laughing.

My wife cleaned my cock and balls with a damp rag before teaching Christina how to install the cage. They untied my bonds and freed me from the table. Christina threw herself on the bed and pleaded with my wife.

"Please let me use him tonight. After watching him eat his own cummies, I really need to get off. It's time I collect some payment for wearing this," she said holding up the silver key on the chain around her neck.

"Be my guest Sis," Jana said in a carefree manner , locking my wrists behind my back and walking out the door. "Feel free to use him as long as you wish, just don't break my toy."

Even though my balls had just been drained, knowing I was about to go down on my wife's sister made my cock snap to attention. I watched her lying on the bed, tweaking her own nipples as she stared me directly in the eyes.

"Make sure you have swallowed all of that cum," Christina ordered me. "I don't want to get pregnant from any leftover sperm that might be swimming around in your mouth."

I swirled my tongue around my mouth ensuring that all my jizz had been swallowed before crawling between her legs, immediately smelling her excited juices. I used my teeth to grab hold of her cotton panties and peeling them down her legs. As my tongue traced its way back up the inside of her thigh, I began to feel the massive amount of heat radiating from her pussy. Seeing her sex for only the second time, I saw that she had shaved most of her pubic hair, leaving a thin strip similar to way my wife groomed her curlies.

As I slowly inched closer to her sodden cunt, she suddenly jammed it right into my face, taking me by surprise and jeering my neck. Regaining my senses, I immediately shoved my tongue between her slit and up her slippery hole, straining myself as deep as I could go. With just one lick she started to moan in ecstasy. I pulled my tongue out and bit her clit, using my tongue to push the portion inside my mouth against the back of my teeth. She screamed and bucked causing me to tug on her clit even harder.

"Holy fuck!" she screamed out loud. "I can't believe I am cumming all over my sister's husband's face. Oh my god, Oh fuck, Oh FUCK!"

Her voice trailed off into illegible sounds before she came down from her monster orgasm. As she tried to pull away, I held her clitoris tightly between my teeth, causing her to rebound from the jolt through her, now extra sensitive, button. She tried again and I held fast before she gave up. Once she settled I began to run my tongue up and down her moist slit before flicking it against her clit. As she tried to draw away again, I simply followed her up onto the bed, slithering my way like a snake due to not having the use of my hands.

"Oh my god," she said giggling, "you have to stop. I don't know if I can take anymore. Every time I try to pull away your tongue just follows me and hits the right spots all over again."

"Stop moving or I will tie you down Sis," my wife surprised us from the doorway. "I will tie you to the bed with your legs spread and inviting like a slut and make him pleasure you all night long."

I wonder if she watched the entire time. Oh well, who cares. Christina finally stop trying to escape me and I began to focus my talents. I continued for the next forty-five minutes as she melted to mush below me, enjoying two more orgasms before I had to stop, my jaw throbbing and my tongue swollen.

Christina lay there regaining her breath and five minutes later she was asleep. My wife removed my restraints and had me remove her nurse's outfit before we crawled into bed, joining her. That night I slept between, and cuddled with, two very sexy women. I know I have cuckold fantasies, but I don't care who you are, being sandwiched between two naked women is hot.

Over the next two weeks, Christina visited more often, mostly to help my wife tease me mercilessly, but often times to collect additional payments for holding onto one of two keys to my belt. Even though I wasn't able to achieve orgasm, I was having the time of my life, satisfying two women at their whim.

One evening, shortly after I reached the five month mark since my last orgasm, Jana came down the stairs in a gorgeous red evening gown with a slit up the side then went all the way up to her hip, her usual straight blonde hair done up elegantly in waves and curls, and her make-up meticulously applied. 

"Go put on a nice suit baby," she told me sweetly. "It is time for us to go on a date. I made reservations at your favorite restaurant and dolled myself up for you."

"You look amazing Bella. I won't even ask what the special occasion is. You dressing up like that is good enough for me. Give me ten minutes and I will be ready," I told her with a kiss.

We enjoyed a nice dinner in each other's company and happily spent the next few hours dancing as we did many years ago before our lives became so busy.

After we got home I put on some music and opened a bottle of wine so we could continue the romantic evening in the house we had made a home together. I realized that for the first time in months, I was wearing clothes inside the house. I suddenly got nervous that I was going to be punished for doing so.

"Oh my god, baby," I apologized, "I am so sorry for not removing my suit when we got home. I was so mesmerized by you and this wonderful evening that I simply forgot I was wearing a chastity belt. Please allow me to correct that error right now."

"It is ok Hubby. Tonight was a night for us, but perhaps we both should get a little more comfortable," she said as she undid the tie behind her neck and her dress effortlessly floated to the ground, revealing and equally elegant thin red silk bra and panty set.

I quickly removed all my clothing before retrieving our clothes and taking them upstairs and hanging them in the closet. When I returned to the living room, Jana was sitting on the couch and tapping the seat next to her, inviting me to join her. I sat down and wrapped my arms around her.

"Do you still enjoy being in that chastity belt?" she asked me nervously.

"Yes, I still enjoy being locked up and focusing my efforts on you," I said after a moment's pause. "There are times when it is really tough, when I want to just tear the cage off and ravish you, but the way you kiss me and hold me close to you reminds me that you love me, and my little bit of suffering does not go unnoticed. Do you still enjoy our game?"

"You have no idea how much I enjoy our lifestyle," she confessed, "perhaps even more than when we first started. I love the fact that you will do anything I tell you to do. Do you realize we haven't had an argument since we started?"

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "I haven't thought about it, but you are right. Maybe we found the secret to marriage," I laughed.

"Well I am not sure most men would agree with you," she giggled. "Do you miss having sex and having orgasms?"

"Of course I do baby," I answered her. "Any man would miss being able to orgasm when he wanted and any man would miss making love to you, but I realize that it takes more than me having sex to give you what you deserve. It really sounds like you want it to end though."

"I don't want it to end," she told me grabbing my caged cock, "but that is also part of the problem."

"I don't understand baby," I answered confused.

"Well hubby, the problem is that I am so god damn horny for a good fucking, and I don't mean you eating me or a romp with Leroy. Those just won't scratch the itch. I want to fuck a real living cock, to feel it pulse as it shoots off inside me. I had no idea I would miss it so much and I know it sounds selfish, as I at least get to cum on a nightly basis. Not only do you miss out on the sex but you don't have the privilege of orgasms either," she confessed, her voice cracking.

"The way I see it," she continued, "I can either unlock you early and have my way with you, which I really don't want to do, or I can leave you locked up and go without the one thing that I truly need right now, a good solid fucking. Either way I have to give up something that I want."

The thought of her cuckolding me rocketed through my head. Did I want her to try it? If so, this was the perfect time to breach the subject. She already had all the cards lying out on the table. All I had to do was make the suggestion and see if she went for it. So many 'what ifs' had my mind spinning in circles, but in honesty, the only way they would ever be answered was if I grew a pair and broached the subject of my most secretly guarded fantasy. It was now or never, I decided.

"Well honey," I began nervously, my hands starting to shake, "it seems you may have missed an option that would allow you get everything you want."

"I'm listening," she said curiously, her eyes perking up.

"Well," I said, clearing my throat, "you could always get fucked by another man."

"What?" she said loudly as she jumped out of my arms, her mouth wide open. 

"The only way for you to get fucked and still keep me locked up is to find another man to fuck you with his cock." I told her truthfully.

"You mean to tell me that you would let me to cheat on you and allow some other man to put his cock in my pussy, the pussy that I have kept for only you since we married, just so I can keep you in chastity? You will let another man fuck me while you sit at home, locked away, not even able to jerk off?" she asked me looking like she was in shock.

"Bear with me for a few moments and please don't be mad at me. Let me tell you the whole truth about my feelings on it," I begged, getting her attention. "I am devoted to giving you everything I can to keep you happy. If that means sexual satisfaction by another man, I can live with that. Besides, it isn't cheating if you do it with my permission. It has long been a fantasy of mine to watch you with another man and I have known since we locked my cock in chastity that there was always a possibility you would want more than I can give."

"I don't know if I could do that to you hubby," she told me, shying her eyes away from mine. "What if you resented me for sharing myself with someone else? What if taking another man into my bed ruined our marriage? I don't know if I could ever make that gamble. You mean far too much to me."

"The only fear I share is losing you. I could not resent you for getting laid if I am the one that told you to do it. I can guarantee that it will not ruin our marriage as long as you grant me a few conditions," I reassured her.

"As long as one of them doesn't involve you fucking another woman, I am listening," she said giving me all her attention.

"No baby," I said calmingly, "None of them involve me having sex outside our marriage. If I am not allowed to orgasm with you, then I don't need to with anyone else. If you are interested, do it once and tell me all about it in great detail. See how I react before you do it again. Once again, I will lay no blame at your feet, but if I don't enjoy it, I ask that you don't do it again. I think I have that right as your husband."

Jana stroked her hand down my cheek, "Of course you have that right. I love you darling and I don't want to do anything that you don't enjoy in some way. I have to say that you have me interested but I am still afraid something could go wrong. What if I inadvertently fell in love with the guy I was fucking?"

"If you stuck with the same guy, you would have to view him as someone that just fucks you, uses your body for his pleasure and you use his cock to get off. Either that or constantly have new lovers. You would have to make me a promise. If you started to have feelings for the man fucking you, you have to break it off right then and there. No exceptions. No waiting to see where it might lead. That is the only possible way you could betray me with this arrangement," I told her being very serious.

"I easily agree with that baby," she said, once again being able to look me in the eye. "I hope you are sure about this because I am willing to try it. Here is what I want you to do. Every morning you will encourage me to go out and find someone to shove his cock in me and treat me like a slut. If you can convince me that you really want me to do it, I will go out on Friday night dressed like a woman looking to get laid and see what I can pull. Now, all this talk has me so god damn hot. Lay down on the floor so I can sit on your face and you can get me off."

I lay down on the carpet as she finished removing her bra and panties. She straddled my face and sunk down to her knees, placing her wet pussy over my waiting lips. As I ate her ferociously, she played with my caged cock and balls, licking my scrotum and taking my plastic encased penis into her mouth. She enjoyed her pleasure as I enjoyed my torment until we were both exhausted and my cock was leaking precum.

The next morning she joined me for breakfast and as she enjoyed her coffee, I followed her instructions, given the night before.

"Honey, I really hope you feel up to going out on Friday night. If you do, I want you to go out and pick up the hottest guy in the bar and follow him back to his place. I will be so happy if he tears off your clothes and gives you the rough fucking you have been missing for the past five months. I bet he can give you at least four orgasms before he sends you home to your waiting husband." I told her smiling.




How I Became a Chastized Cuckold Ch. 05



"Not a bad start hubby," she told me before she kissed me and headed off to work.

I said similar things to her over the next four days and soon enough Friday morning had arrived. I had planned what I was going to say for the past few days and I hoped it would drive her over the top.

I got down on my knees before her and began, "Jana, I realize that I have not always been able to give you the sex you deserve. I know my cock is smaller than average, and try as I might, I will never be able to venture as deep as you would like me to get. I understand that my little dick had to be put into a chastity belt in order to allow you to receive everything that you deserve. I hope that the lucky guy you pick tonight is very well endowed, allot larger than what I can offer, so you can experience a better fucking than what I could give you. I want you to be free of guilt when you fuck him, knowing that I will be at home, nestled safely in my cage, patiently waiting for you to tell me all about how much you enjoyed getting split by someone you just met."

She smiled as she looked down at me, "I love you baby, and I think you are going to get your wish tonight."

We left for work, both confident that tonight was going to be a completely new experience. I was sure she was primed and ready to get the fuck of her life. I just hoped that whomever she picked was worth a damn. How bad would it suck if she picked a dud, someone worse in bed then I am. That could really put a damper on my fantasy.

After a day at work that seemed to last forever, I entered the front door and was greeted by my beautiful wife, fresh out of the shower and wrapped in a short towel. Already having stripped off my clothes, my struggling erection was clearly visible inside the clear tube.

"I guess we are both looking forward to tonight," she teased. "Christina is coming to pick me up in about an hour and she is taking me to a club she knows of. I want you to stay downstairs while I go get ready. I want to surprise you with the outfit I am going to wear tonight."

I watched her walk upstairs and resigned myself to watching a little TV, hoping to calm the swelling in my groin. So far the fantasy was as hot in real life as it was in my imagination. About an hour later, the door bell rang. I opened to door to find Christina dressed in a short black mini-skirt with a loose fitting sheer blouse that clearly showed her black bra beneath it. She wore high heels with black stockings, the tops of which could easily be seen, thanks to the dangerous length of her skirt. I invited her in and closed the door.

"You know you don't have to knock anymore," I told her jokingly. "It's not like you are going to walk in on anything you haven't seen before."

"Oh I know, but I love the fact that you have to answer the door naked. The neighbors must have seen you by now," she said laughing.

"If they have, they are too embarrassed to tell me," I admitted.

As I turned around, I witnessed my wife coming down the stairs. She was dressed exactly like Christina, only everything was pure white. Coupled with her teased hair and pale skin accented with just the right amount of make-up, she looked absolutely delicious.

"My god. You look good enough to fuck!" I said drooling.

"Well that is the point, isn't it baby," she replied giggling and raising her short skirt to show me the sexy white thong that she wore underneath it.

"Are you ready to go Jana?" Christina asked.

My wife nodded and they headed toward the door. Before they left, Jana turned back to me.

"Are you sure about this hubby?" she asked me. "This is your last chance to change your mind. Once I walk out this door, I won't be coming back until another man has seen me naked and dipped his cock into my married pussy."

I stood there as if I was in a trance.

"Very well. I hope it is everything you imagined in your fantasy. Be a good boy and don't jerk off while I am out getting fucked, not that you could," she said loud enough for anyone on the street to hear and laughing with her sister.

"Don't worry Chasty," Christina joined in on the fun. "I will make sure your wife is taken care of tonight."

They walked out the door and I closed it behind them. Everything was in motion and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it if I changed my mind. That option was now gone. It is strange to watch your wife go out dressed like a slut in order to find someone to fuck her. It is one of those things that can never be explained. If you have never had the desire to watch your wife have sex with another man, you would never understand the feelings coursing through my mind.

My mind wandered everywhere throughout the evening. Nothing could distract me from thinking about where she was and what she was doing. I constantly imagined strange cocks bigger than my own, doing things to her that I haven't done for a long time. I wondered if she would make him wear a condom or if she would take him bareback. We never did discuss that so I guess I would have to live with her decision.

By twelve o'clock, she still had not come home and I was going crazy with lust. Jana never stayed at a bar this late so I knew she had to be in another man's arms by now, perhaps for the second or third time this evening. I was fighting a never-ending erection that stretched my balls to their limit. My cock seemed to use any room available these days when he wanted to get hard. I couldn't blame him. The fantasy I kept hidden for so long, unsure if I wanted it to happen or not, was coming true tonight. But what if it wasn't. What if my wife and her sister just planned a night out to tease and test my resolution? Perhaps they were cooking up a good story right now, just to see how I would handle it. I knew I would believe anything she said so it was a moot point.

At a little after one O'clock in the morning, a pair of headlights pulled into the drive. After two minutes the car left the drive and I could see my wife slightly staggering up the walkway. When I got a look at the car in the street, I saw that it was not her sister's car.

When she walked through the door, she looked like she had fun. Her hair was out of place and most of her make-up was gone. Her clothes looked like they had been carelessly donned after being crumpled up and laying in a pile on the floor for a few hours. Her skin had the glow of a women how has enjoyed multiple orgasms. Her huge smile told me the rest. She hugged me and gave me a passionate kiss, shoving her tongue halfway down my throat before leading me to the living room.

I started to speak but she put her finger to my lips to stop me.

"Thank you so much for giving me permission to fuck another man," she said happily. "It was just the thing that I needed. I love you so much for putting my needs before yours. You are a wonderful husband and I will never leave you. I hope you believe that. No other man could ever dream to steal me away from you. In your arms is where I feel loved and comfortable and I would die before I ever left you."

She continued to hug and caress my naked body. I did believe her. No other man would love her as much as I loved her, not to mention let her find satisfaction in another man's bed. As long as she could show me how much she loved me, I would do anything she asked to keep her happy.

"I am going to tell you everything that happened tonight, but before I do that, I want to get you tied down. Go get a chair from the kitchen while I go get the restraints," she told me, heading upstairs.

I was back in the living room sitting in the chair before she glided down the steps, dragging rope and leather cuffs behind her. She quickly had me secure to the chair, unable to move anything but my head and my still hard caged cock.

"I am going to blindfold you in a moment to allow you to focus all your attention visualizing what happened this wonderful evening. But before I do that, I want to show you something," she said, proudly lifting her short skirt and letting it bunch up around her waist.

The sexy white panties she was wearing when she left tonight no longer existed. I was treated to the sight of her beautiful pussy, her lips swollen and red, her clit engorged and glistening, and her hole still holding slightly open from being stretched. It looked so good after being used and I gasped for air as I dealt with the reality of my wife fucking another man.

"As you can see hubby," she began, her eyes wild, and her smile radiant, "I don't have my panties anymore. The man I fucked kept them as a trophy. The man I let use my married pussy wanted you to know that he kept them. The man that gave me this," she said, holding up a used condom, tied off at the end, "kept the thong that you bought me in order to remember the time he had his way with another man's wife."

The clear latex condom was bulging at the tip with the sheer amount of sperm being contained inside of it. There was a huge amount of cum, piled at least three inches high, ballooning the used rubber. I sat in amazement as I realized that the condom contained at least three times as much cum than I could ever produce. With my mouth still gaping open, she placed the bulging rubber inside my mouth and lifted my jaw before sealing it with duct tape and trapping the filled condom behind my lips. I tasted the flavor of her pussy on the latex bag resting on my tongue. It felt like a water balloon inside my mouth slightly bulging my cheeks. She then placed the blindfold over my eyes and proceeded to tell me everything.

"When we got to the club, I took three quick shots to loosen up my inhibitions some before starting to scout the room for the lucky man," my wife began as I listened attentively and let my mind form its own images. "After a few minutes, I noticed a guy checking me out. He was tall and very handsome. As I stole quick glances his way every now and then, I noticed that he couldn't take his eyes off me. After catching me looking, he started to head across the room towards me. I almost chickened out and bolted for the door but Christina talked me into standing my ground."

"He introduced himself," she continued, "and we tried to talk loudly over the music for the next five minutes, mainly flirting with each other, throwing compliments in each direction. I suddenly noticed that Christina was no longer standing next to me, and had gone off to find someone to play with. Without even asking, he took my left hand, my wedding ring gleaming in the bright colors of the club lighting, and led me onto the dance floor. We bumped and grinded against each other, making me so horny that I wanted to tear off his clothes and ride him, right there in front of everyone. I could tell it had an equal effect on him. I could feel his large cock getting hard as he pressed himself against my ass."

She leaned in close to me and pressed her bare breasts against my back as she whispered in my ear, "He asked me if I was wearing panties and I told him I was. He told me to take them off and give them to him. I was so hot I would have given him all my clothes. I started to walk towards the bathroom but he grabbed my arm and told me to do it right there in the middle of the dance floor. I reached under my skirt and peeled them down my legs. As I stepped out of them, I saw my sister watching me, and she just gave me the thumbs up. I realized that they were soaking wet as I handed him the only thing shielding my married pussy. He brought them to his nose and smelled them, smiling as he put them into his pocket."

"We continued to dance as his hands roamed all over my body," she confessed. "He constantly squeezed my ass and mauled my tits before finally pulling my head back by my hair and shoving his tongue down my throat. He was so demanding and I was loving every second of it. I had no doubt that he would have me naked by the end of the night. After a few more songs, we left the dance floor and walked outside. He invited me back to his place and I eagerly accepted his invitation."

She was kissing the back of my neck intermittently and running her hands over my naked chest as continued her tale, "Once we were in the car, he asked me if he had to worry about an angry husbands gunning him down, gesturing towards the rings on my finger. As he drove, I explained our agreement to him and reassured him that he had nothing to fear. At that point, he put his hand on my thigh and over the next few miles, kept inching higher and higher until his fingers finally made contact with my moist slit. I just about came right then and there; knowing that my pussy was being touched by the first person other than my husband since the day we married."

"Once we made it inside his house," she went on in a voice full of lust, "he was all over me. Within thirty seconds, he had my skirt, blouse, and bra lying in a pile on the floor. I stood in front of him, wearing only my garter, stockings, and heels while he remained fully clothed and his eyes investigated my entire body. I could see the bulge in his trousers begging to be released so I removed his shirt, dropped to my knees, and unbuckled his belt. As I tugged down on his pants and boxers, his cock sprang free and was pointed directly at my face, just inches from my mouth."

"He was very well endowed," she admitted, "a few inches bigger than you and slightly thicker. As he kicked out of his slacks, I wrapped my hand around it and began to explore every bulging vein in his shaft. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into his hard-on and I opened my mouth invitingly. I sucked the first four inches of his dick until he was so hard he could hammer a nail through a board with it. He was perfectly content to settle for nailing me."

She continued, tugging on my balls and chastity cage, "He helped me stand up and led me into his bedroom before throwing me down on the bed and lying on top of me, licking and biting my nipples, which had hardened into diamond-tipped drill bits. He rubbed his giant cock against my slick pussy lips before I stopped him and asked him to put on protection. He obliged, grabbing one from the nightstand and rolling it on. He once again positioned himself at the entrance to my pussy and with a gentle shove, embedded the initial five inches into my sloppy cunt. He worked it inside me slowly as I adjusted to his size. Luckily, it wasn't too painful thanks to our sessions with Leroy. Once he got six-inches inside me, my body rocked with a powerful orgasm, adding more natural lubricant to my pussy. By the time I came down from cumming, he was balls deep inside your wife."

"He roughly fucked me for a while before pulling out of me and leaving me gaping open," she told me, rubbing her tits in my face "He lay down on his back and I straddled him, impaling myself on his magnificent cock and sinking all the way to his sack. I rode him like a whore, fast and hard, grinding myself back and forth as my body responded with another wave of pleasure. By the time it ended I was exhausted and collapsed on top of him. He rolled me over and pulled out before making me get on my hands and knees. He continued to ram his cock into my cunt, making me squeal as the bed shook in response to him pounding me."

"In total, he fucked me for over an hour before he finally tensed up and began to cum. I responded in kind, as I felt the condom expanding inside me as he filled it. As it kept growing bigger, I started to worry that it would bust and flood my pussy. Finally, he stopped moving and breathlessly collapsed on top of me, his cock still resting inside me. Overall, I had five orgasms, each one more powerful than the last, while he fucked me," she admitted proudly.

"That is when he told me that he was going to keep my panties," she confessed, "and to ensure that you knew why. I told him that he could keep them as long as I can keep the used condom with all his cum inside. He carefully slid it off his shrinking cock, milking the last few drops from his cock, and tied the end before handing it to me. We got dressed and he gave me a ride home to my waiting husband. When we pulled into the drive, he gave me his phone number in case I ever needed a good pounding again."

"Now that we have taken care of that," she said coldly as she removed my blindfold, "we have another order of business to attend to."

I thought she meant that she was going to allow me early release, that is until my eyes adjusted to the light and I noticed the TV screen playing a slide show. 'Oh shit', I thought. It was all the interracial cuckold porn that I stored in my hidden folder. All of the 'talkies' that I downloaded and kept for a rainy day. All of the big black cocks splitting open tiny white women.

"When Christina found your chastity folder," she revealed as the pictures scrolled across the screen, "we also found your other folders, the ones containing your cuckold pictures. I knew since that day that you wanted me to give myself to another man, but I wanted you to ask me to do it."

All of a sudden, there was a picture on the screen that I didn't recognize. When the next picture appeared, it hit me like a ton of bricks. It was my wife, on her knees, with a large black cock inside her mouth and her left hand cupping his large balls. My cock hardened immediately, pulling on my balls so hard that I clenched my teeth and screamed through my gag in response to the pain.

"That's right hubby," she said laughing as she stared at my straining cock, "I went out and found me a big black cock to enjoy. Jerome wanted to take pictures so you would know how much he enjoyed fucking a white wife."

The next picture appeared and showed his black cock, just millimeters from the entrance to her white pussy. Suddenly, I began to taste the familiar, but different, salty bitter flavor of cum in my mouth. Without realizing it, I must have punctured the rubber when I clenched my teeth. A black man's sperm was now slowly leaking into my mouth, and since I was gagged with duct tape, there was only one place for it to go. Barely capable of eating my own cum, I was going to have to endure eating another man's, a black man's load. Anytime I moved my tongue, more sperm leaked out of the swollen rubber.

"I am so glad we found that hidden folder," she told me stoutly. "There are so many crazy ideas tucked away in those captions and they make me so fucking hot. The reason I always came so fucking hard when you ate me out is that I had all those thoughts of letting black men make a slut out of me. I couldn't wait for you to finally broach the subject of sharing me with someone else so I could find out what it felt like the let a black man use me, and I wanted to make your most secret fantasy a reality and see if it was what you really desired."

As she talked, my cock continued to try and stretch, constantly putting pressure on my swollen nuts, the ring behind my sack leaving a red mark where it rubbed against the scrotum. I gritted my teeth through the pain as I tried to adjust. As I moved my jaw to loosen the muscles, the tip of the condom must have torn wide open, as my mouth was suddenly flooded with the massive load that Jerome gave to my wife. The taste engulfed my pallet, causing me to become slightly nauseous. I struggled to swallow it all quickly, taking three large gulps, in order to rid myself of the taste. Even with most of his jizz in my throat, tiny amounts continued to drop out of the dirty rubber.

"I loved how he just took control of me," she disclosed, her eyes blank and somewhere else. "It was just like some of those stories you saved that describe wives giving themselves completely to dominant black men to use as they desire. Jerome was like that. He didn't love me, nor did he care about what I wanted. He just wanted to get my clothes off and use my body to get his rocks off and he tried to do it without a condom. He would have done it if I hadn't stopped him. He would have fucked me bareback and sprayed his cum inside my unfaithful cunt, just like those pictures you have."




How I Became a Chastized Cuckold Ch. 06



**Warning** This fantasy story series contains or will contain elements of Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial, Female Domination, Cuckolding, Interracial Sex, Bi-sexual Innuendo and Tendencies, Teasing, and BDSM Activities. If any of these topics are offensive you to, I recommend not reading.

Thank you all for the feedback on previous chapters. Unfortunately, the time I have to write is not what it once was so further chapters will take additional time. Stay tuned for more folks. 

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I awoke the next morning with an unbearable case of morning wood, my engorged testicles trying desperately to painfully wiggle their way between the clear plastic sheath and ring that kept me securely in my chastity belt. The previous night's events vividly invaded my dreams and continued to occupy every thought in my head. I fought to press the cage towards my body, offering the slightest bit of relief, as I stared at my still slumbering wife, my unfaithful wife who spent last night getting her married pussy pounded by a large black cock. I watched her milky white breasts, the same breasts that got mauled and suckled by a man she met just hours before, rise and fall with each slow breath as her body recovered from being savagely taken by her lover.

I silently inched my way out of bed, careful not to disturb my sleeping goddess, and made my way to the bathroom, hoping that emptying my bladder would allow my unwanted erection to go soft and shrink to the small size the cage would comfortably allow. It had been months since my body overcame its good sense and made an attempt at morning wood that most men experience without any trouble what-so-ever, at least those that haven't given up their right to cum and volunteered to have their cocks locked into a chastity belt. Like many other things to come, my hot wife's adventure in sexual freedom helped change that.

As I started out the day, what I truly considered the first day of my new life, I sat at the kitchen table in my normal household attire and reflected on the sea of fresh thoughts swimming through my head while sipping a cup of coffee. Now that my cuckold fantasy had come true, was I capable of living with the knowledge that my wife got fucked by another man or is the fetish something I should have kept locked away in the dark closet of my imagination? One thing is for sure, I cannot undo what was done. I saw the pictures of Jerome's cock inside Jana's pussy. I saw the picture unmistakably showing her face with his dick inside her mouth and her tongue licking his large balls. There was no dramatic play to create an illusion that she shared herself with another. No, she jumped at the opportunity to go out and get laid and had no shame in her eyes coming home to me glimmering with that after sex glow. So how did that make me feel? Did I feel betrayed? Angry? Hurt? No, I smiled to myself, I feel excited, even happy. It turns me on so much officially being a cuckold in chastity that the anticipation of her going out again causes another feeble attempt at an erection.

After reflecting on my thoughts for a while, Jana walked into the kitchen and rattled me free of my trance. Her hair was a mess and she was stark naked, her pink nipples as hard as pencil erasers and the aroma of her sex quickly filling the room.

"Oh my god hubby. I feel so sexy that I don't want to put a shred of clothing on today," she said as she grabbed her own cup of coffee and sat down at the table with me. "My pussy is still spread open from Jerome's big black cock. God he screwed the fuck out of your wife. You need to come look at what he did to me."

Her brazen words made my cock stir, attempting to fill the cage again and trying desperately to escape. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled across the floor until my face was between her thighs and my eyes focused on her slightly parted lips and the small void beyond.

"Well, aren't we feeling a little bit submissive this morning," she giggled. "I guess knowing that your sweet innocent wife willingly fucked some stranger will do that to a man. Not only did I do it with your permission, but you begged me to do it. Get your tongue in there and feel what my lover did to me. I feel like such a slut and I need to cum like one."

I did not waste time with words. I immediately shoved my tongue deep inside the slick gash as far as it would go. She wasn't lying. Her pussy felt alien to me, as if it was some other women but I knew her flavor, her scent. I continued to eat her pussy with my face pressed against her cunt, pausing only to breathe. My lips found her swollen clit and I bit down lightly as my tongue flicked the hood and I began to hum, the vibrations sending her over the edge.

"Jesus fucking Christ," she screamed aloud, the sounds of her orgasm carrying out the open kitchen window for anyone in the neighborhood to hear. "Eat my fucking pussy cucky. That's it. THAT'S IT! Taste me as I CUM ALL OVER YOUR FACE! AHHHHIIIIYYYYYAAAAAAA!"

My face was soaked with her juices as I fought the pain in my stomach from my locked up condition. I looked up to see her eyes closed tightly and her chest rapidly rising and falling in shorts gasps of breath. I knelt there silently below my Mistress for five minutes while she regained her senses.

"We need to do some talking today but right now I want you to crawl out of here and give me some time to myself," she ordered me.

As I turned around on my hands and knees, she gave me a nice hard slap on my ass that startled me. I just looked at her and smiled as I padded off into the living room, shaking my ass as I went. I spent the next hour or so relaxing and watching TV while she enjoyed her privacy around the house, reflecting, I surmised, on her own thoughts and feelings. After a while, Jana came into the living room wearing nothing but thigh high patent leather boots with a sharp five-inch heel and a choker collar to match. She sat down next to me and I immediate shut-off the television and turned my full attention to her.

"Last night I made another one of your fantasies come true," she began in a proud but calming voice. "I slept with another man and made you a cuckold. Now I need to know how you feel about it. Please tell me that you are not angry with me. Please tell me I didn't screw up the greatest thing in my life," she said with pleading eyes.

"You didn't screw anything up baby," I said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "No matter what my feelings were this morning, I told you I would not be angry with you if you tried it. We agreed on that as a way to protect our life together."

"Yes, I know we agreed on that," she interrupted me, "but what happens in talk compared to real life doesn't always match up."

"Well let me tell you about the reality of it," I said smiling. "Knowing that you went out dressed like that had me climbing the walls in anticipation. Watching you walk up the driveway looking like a mess had me drooling like a dog. Listening to your detailed account of how he used your body and how many times he made you cum made my cock fight to gain an erection. Seeing the pictures and finding out that you chose a black man to cuckold me with made me so hard that I almost split this plastic cage in two."

"That was last night in the heat of the moment. How do you feel about it this morning?" she asked me.

"This morning I woke up in extreme pain because my dick was still trying to get hard," I confessed to her. "It has been months since that happened but apparently my body was too aroused to realize the no-win situation it was in. It took forever to bring it under control. Right now, I wish I could tear this damned chastity belt off and slam myself into you to feel what my tongue felt this morning. My desire to cum has never been stronger."

"Well cucky, I know your balls must be getting full by now, but there is no way I am going to let you cum until your release day," she told me sternly. "What sense would it make if I released you today after I spent yesterday letting another man do it for you because you were in your belt?"

I got off the couch and onto my knees, "Mistress, I did not mean to imply that you would release me. I was merely telling you how turned on I was. Please forgive me."

"I love this so much," she said laughing, "I am the one that went out last night and got the shit fucked out of me by a black guy who really knew how to use his big cock and you are the one on your knees begging for forgiveness. You are such a good cuckold slave. I can get used to you being this submissive. Kiss my boots and work your way up to my pussy. You can lick me to another orgasm as penance."

"Gladly," I said as started at the pointy toe of her right boot and slowly glided my tongue up the shiny smooth material, leaving a trail of my saliva in its wake. When leather gave way to her tender pale flesh, I took my time kissing her inner thigh causing goose bumps to develop on her skin. I reached the soft folds of her damp pussy made short work of bringing her to the second mind splitting orgasm in under three hours.

With the weekend behind me, the next week thundered by quickly with little more than the blink of an eye. When I arrived at home on Friday, my wife and her sister met me at the door, their curvy bodies encased in matching powder blue leather corsets and tiny little G-strings. I quickly stripped off my clothes and put them into a tiny pile at my feet while wife held up the key to my cock tube and Christina held up the long points of intrigue for my CB-6000.

"Your wife was telling me about this precious little device for your chastity belt and I am just dripping at the thought of seeing them in action," Christina deviously explained to me.

"You see slave, you are going to wear the spikes for the entire weekend," Jana said with an demanding tone, "and since none of us have anything to do this weekend, we are going to put your dick through hell and make you earn that long awaited release next Friday. Now let's go upstairs so we can get rid of the stubble and clean you up."

Christina grabbed me firmly by the balls and tugged me forward roughly, practically dragging me forward. In the bedroom, the restraints were already out and waiting for me and they made quick work of strapping me down securely. My wife then unlocked the tiny padlock and freed me from my prison. Realizing the uncommon chance for freedom, my cock quickly snapped to attention and prayed for attention. Christina had disappeared for a moment but now I followed her sensual strut when she reentered the room and noticed what she carried with her. In her left hand was a can of shaving cream and in her right hand was a straight razor, sometimes called a hitchhiker's helper. I instantly began to sweat in panic. Even when I shaved my own pubic hair, I would never have dared to use a straight razor, but my wife's sister, who never missed a chance to cause me discomfort, was about to have the sharp blade on my most delicate flesh where the consequences of a mistake were unfathomable. Noticing my fear, my wife quickly came to my side and tried to set me at ease.

"Don't worry baby," she whispered into my ear, "she knows how to use it. She actually uses it to shave her legs and I made her shave my legs to ensure she wasn't lying. However, if I was you, I would lie completely still and don't flinch if you desire to keep all of your parts attached."

I did exactly as I was told as the shaving cream was spread around my groin and I felt the first smooth flick of the blade. I could feel her breath on my dick as she expertly removed the pubic hair from my groin and then continued on my scrotum, pulling sections of the wrinkly skin as tight as a bat wing giving me my closest shave ever. With the task complete, they released my bonds and escorted me to the shower where I endured a freezing cold shower that made my cock shrivel up to almost nothing.

"Wow Jana," Christina said bursting with laughter, "look how small his dick is. I am not even sure we can call it a dick when it looks like this. It's more like a tiny nub. That is pretty pathetic Sis."

"I know," my wife conceded, "right now you could probably use two fingers to jerk it off."

If it weren't for the cold water still cascading over my groin, my cock would once again have been hard as a rock. They wasted no time placing the ring behind my shriveled balls, securing the points of intrigue and clear plastic sheath and finally snapping the pad lock closed. They finished drying off my body and then produced a thick black collar and a second small brass padlock. 

"We want you to spend the entire weekend in servitude," Christina said to me as she placed the collar around my neck and closed the hasp on the lock. 

"Most of the time, we are going to keep you in some bondage to keep you in control like a good little slave," my wife stated as she drew my hands behind my back and clasped linked leather cuffs around my wrist.

I immediately dropped to my knees and planted a kiss on each smooth triangular patch of leather covering there sodden cunts before accepting my fate and bowing my head before the two sexy seductresses.

"Jana, it never ceases to amaze me," her sister admitted. "You keep finding ways to surprise me with the things you can get him to do. I wonder how far you can make him go."

"As long as I control when he gets spurt his filthy load, I think the sky is the limit. If I ask and he doesn't obey, I simply add time to the clock. I guess time will tell if he hits a breaking point," Jana said as they left the room.

My two devious key holders truly intended to torment me all weekend long. For the most part, I was kept in some sort of bonds, always exposed and vulnerable to their frustrating touch. To ensure that I remained in a state of constant arousal, they constantly changed into different sexy and revealing outfits and kept interracial porn videos playing on the television 24/7. I struggled as images of beautiful white women being pounded by huge black cocks were displayed before me, bringing my thoughts back to my own wife's pussy being invaded by another man. In no time at all, the skin at the base of my cock was tender from the constant prodding of the three dull points reminding me of my predicament. The scantily clad sisters used my tongue relentlessly to enjoy countless orgasms, all the while teasing me about my inability to enjoy spilling my seed.

By Sunday evening, I was swimming in a different world, immersed into a completely new dimension. I have never been this deep into my own submission. Even being forced to lick up my own ejaculate failed to humble me as much as this weekend of torment had accomplished. Even with my current state of mind, I was ill prepared to endure the grand finale.

It started when I was called into the bedroom and I noticed the large eye bolts screwed into the ceiling. My devious wife, wearing nothing but her smile and a thin strip of blonde pubic hair above her swollen clit, roughly attached two leather cuffs to my ankles and secured them to a long spreader bar that kept my legs spread apart. My hands were released from behind my back, rope threaded through the rings of the thick leather shackles, and raised above my head until my muscles were strained tightly. As Jana knelt before me and began to remove my cock cage, I watched Christina, gorgeously adorned in red latex garter and stockings with a matching swath of material stretched tightly over her huge tits, spit on a large black latex butt plug. About the same time I felt the rush of fresh air around my hardening penis, a sharp pain rocked my tender hole as it continued to stretch before finally slamming shut around the base of the plug. As I adjusted to the stretching of my anus, I looked down and noticed three small bruises from the points of intrigue. Thank god they were dull because any type of point on that devilish device would have surely broken the skin. Jana suddenly grabbed my balls in her fist and began to squeeze tightly. I moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure as my legs grew week, adding strain on my extended arms.

"Since you have wanted to play like a submissive cuckold husband," my wife began still holding tightly onto my jewels, "we thought we would show you just how celibate, little dicked slaves get punished. If you want to be our little toy, you need to understand that you don't even have to do anything wrong to be punished, you just simply have to submit to whatever we desire. Do you understand?" she said roughly, as she gripped down and throttled the pressure on my nuts with a quick squeeze.

"AHHHH....YES MISTRESS. I understand," I screamed as the knot in my stomach hit and began to dissipate.

Christina whispered in my ear from behind, "You see, we stopped by and saw Mistress Sara on Friday for some new tools and a little bit of advice. Your loving wife was paying particular attention to the hands on portion and judging by the grip she has, I think she enjoyed the lesson."

I flinched as I felt the first of many lashes from the thick suede flogger land across my buttocks. My cock was staring straight into my wife's face, a drip of thick precum glistening at the tip as Christina continued to let the lash lick at my reddened skin. Jana continued to squeeze my scrotum and I moaned as she dug her fingernails into the sensitive area just behind the head.

"You should feel how swollen his balls are Sis," my wife said giggling like a mischievous pixie.

Christina came up from behind and rolled my testicles between her fingers, "I guess that is what happens when you don't allow your husband to get off for six months. I wonder how much cum these will produce next week."

When my wife had her fill of making diamonds out of my fleshy orbs, she stood up and bent over, allowing my stiff rod to join the strip of her G-string between her ample ass cheeks. When she stood up, I saw she was swinging another flogger in her hand. This one was smaller than the one Christina was using but it had many thin strips of leather flowing off the beautifully crafted handle. She raised her hand and quickly brought the whip down, each strip announcing contact with a crack as they bit into my erection. After a few skillfully placed strikes, my still engorged penis was covered in tiny red welts causing me to feel like it was on fire. I was breathing heavily as my mind-processed sensations I have never experienced before as the vixens alternated blows for a few minutes. After they stopped, I saw Jana nod to Christina and I was not prepared for what came next. Without warning, something solid came up between my legs and slammed into my exposed nads. My legs went limp and I struggled to catch my breath with my stomach as tight as a guitar string.

Jana lifted my head and looked me in the eye, "That is what it feels like to take a four inch high heel shoe in the balls.... And this is what it's like barefoot."

She reared back and brought her naked foot between my legs, the top of her foot finding the target and almost making the world go black. I listened to the click of Christina's heels as she followed Jana out of the room, leaving me alone to recover for the next two hours. 

When Jana returned wearing a long red silk robe, she was no longer the demanding Mistress but my sweet loving wife. She gently placed the CB6000 back on my flaccid penis and the echoing click of the lock once again reminded me of my position in the household. As she undid my leather cuffs, I rubbed my wrists to restore feeling into my hands.

"Did you enjoy yourself tonight baby?" I asked her with an amused tone.

"God, I loved the power of having your nuts in the palm of my hand," she said as she removed the spreader bar from between my legs. "Feeling you wince, feeling them compress as I squeezed had me in a euphoric state. You had better be careful hubby. I am becoming a power greedy bitch and your balls are my favorite target. I hope we didn't hurt you too bad."




How I Became a Chastized Cuckold Ch. 06



"No, It wasn't too bad," I said as she laid me down in bed. "The squeezing and whipping had me kind of floating in sub space and kept me aroused, wanting more. The kicks really brought me back to reality. I don't think I could have handled anymore of those. You really wound up for that and I am guessing Christina didn't hold back either."

"You should have seen the smile on her face as she brought that red heel forward," she told me laughing. "When she connected, she was jumping around like a cheerleader. However, enough of that. I am sure you need to get some rest after this weekend."

I barely heard her finish the sentence as I drifted off to peaceful sleep and perverted dreams.

The next week seemed to crawl by at the slowest imaginable pace. Minutes seemed like days. Hours felt like weeks. The anticipation of being able to fulfill one of man's most basic instincts made this last week feel longer than the entire five months and 3 weeks that preceded it. When Friday finally arrived, my mind was complete mush. With the inability to keep any constructed thoughts together, I had to fake an illness to leave work early. I tried watching TV to keep my mind off tomorrow but the slightest glimpse of a woman in a short skirt or tight fitting blouse had me straining for release.

After dinner, Jana led me up to the spare bedroom where the bed was already adorned with the leather jewelry I have come to know all too well. After strapping me down, she removed the plastic cage and turned on the television, revealing more interracial pornography.

"I am going to let you out of your cage all night so you can prepare yourself for tomorrow," she sexily whispered in my ear. "To help you pass the time, I set up a few movies for you to watch. I hope you can control yourself and not have a wet dream tonight. If you cum in your sleep, that is all you are going to get. Sweet dreams hubby," she said as she turned out the light and closed the door.

I spent hours trying to ignore the feast of flesh before me. Even when I closed my eyes, I could still hear those tiny blondes calling out for the cock they need so badly. Finally, after being tormented by images of my own fantasy I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to a panic. My penis was standing straight in the air and I fought against my bonds, struggling to ensure that my stomach wasn't covered in my own juices. Thankfully, I seemed to make it through the night will my seed still contained. Jana entered the room wearing her long housecoat, and after a quick inspection, released me from my confinement and escorted me to the bathroom to take a piss. Once I was done, she allowed me a quick bite to eat and a cup of coffee before taking me back to the spare bedroom and leaving me secured and alone again.

After spending a few more hours in seclusion, I began to wonder if she was going to make me wait until the late evening for my release. She always took pity on me and allowed me an orgasm early on my release day in the past. My entire body felt like it was resting on needles waiting for my reward, needing the end result. My god, I hope she never makes me go a year for release, I thought. My grip on reality was slipping fast.

Finally, there was a knock on the door and my wife entered fully clothed. Immediately I thought she was going to make me wait even longer but then I saw Christina come through the door behind her wearing nothing but a seductive grin.

"I have to run out to the store," my wife said to me, "so Christina is going give you your reward today. I made her feel guilty over that punt she gave you last weekend and decided it's only fair that she gets you off in return."

"Are you sure about this honey?" I asked my wife, hoping she wasn't going to do something she would regret.

"Of course I am sure about it," my wife said with a smirk on her face. "Besides, Christina is your key holder too and if she wants to share in tormenting you, she will have to jerk you off every now and then. Don't you go cheating on me now. I don't want that tiny cock in her pussy or you will wait years to cum again."

"Don't worry Sis. Your husband is in good hands," Christina laughed.

My wife turned and left the room as her sister began her sexy strut around the bed, wagging her ass teasingly. She got to the head of the bed and bent over, dangling her large tits in front of my face. I extended my tongue and flicked it across the already stiff nub surrounded by the pink areola. She lifted them up just out of my reach and I strained my neck hopelessly trying to take one of her nipples into my mouth. She bobbed up and down making her jugs jiggle before me, daring me to get a hold of one. I wanted my hands loose so bad so I could grab one of her milky white tits. "I'll bet you would love to maul my breasts," Christina whispered in her childlike tone, "That is why we had to tie you down. You are like a wild animal right now and there is no way I would be able to hold you off. So much testosterone in those swollen balls of yours, but don't worry; we are going to take care of that soon. But first, I think I need a little encouragement."

She quickly straddled my head and lowered her meticulously groomed pussy onto my lips, her sweet nectar running down her sex and coating my lips. My tongue darted out immediately seeking the sensitive spot I have come to know all too well, I flicked my tongue as she began to grind her hips against my face. I felt her lean forward and jumped as her warm fingers wrapped around my already hardened cock.

"You like me jerking off that little cock of yours don't you?" Christina asked me as her hand began to slowly pump my meat.

"MMPHHH" was all I could reply with her juicy cunt covering my mouth.

"Well congratulations," she said giggling, "You went 6 months without an orgasm and your ultimate reward is nothing more than a hand job."

She continued to tug at my dick with a tight fist, her strokes hard and rapid. At this pace, I knew I wouldn't be able to last very long. Her breath began to quicken as her legs began to shudder, all well-known signs of her impending explosive orgasm. My balls began to constrict when suddenly she cried out in ecstasy, removing her hand from my throbbing cock and rocking her body against my jaw. She ignored my desire to spray my imprisoned semen as she rolled onto her back and recovered from my lip service. 

After a few minutes, she came back to reality and straddled my waist, reaching under and standing my erection up in line with her waiting honey hole.

"What do you think cucky?" Christina said mockingly, "Is getting inside my pussy worth years of missed orgasms? Do you want to feel what you have been missing all these months? Come on, just one little thrust up and you will be in heaven."

Her steamy cunt hovered less than an inch away from my hard-on. I could feel the heat of her crotch radiating on the head. So many thoughts collided inside my head rendering me confused and unable to speak.

"Just give me the word and I will impale myself all the way to your balls in one fell swoop," she said laughing and taunting me, "I think my legs just might give way. I feel so weak. Come on cucky, tell me to fuck you. Tell me to ride that tiny cock."

It took every ounce of control I had not to thrust my hips upwards. Inside my mind was screaming yes but I knew the cost of my betrayal would be more than I could bear. I cared more about how devastated my wife would be than I did about surrendering more orgasms than I could count. My god, it would have felt so fucking good to be inside Christina, but I had to resist. I could not give in to this sadistic bitch no matter what I was sacrificing.

"NO!" I screamed as I tried to pull away from her. "God I want it so badly, but I can't, I can't do that to Jana. Please don't tease me any more."

She was laughing so hard as she let go of my penis and slip her body down mine, her right nipple dragging along the underside of my cock.

"For a moment there I thought you were going to crack," the devil said to me. "I know you love my sister but I wanted to see if I could break you."

She spit on my hard prick and wrapped her tight fist around the shaft, the lubricant allowing her hand to slide up and down, slow at first but picking up speed soon enough. She teased me by dragging her red polished nails across the head or gently squeezing my swollen and tender balls. She would take me close to the edge before backing off and allowing the impending orgasm to subside.

"You know my sister needs more cock than you could give her?" Christina began in a calm, hypnotizing voice. "This small dick just isn't enough to get her off. She used to defend your size saying that it was enough to get the job done, but let's be honest. You saw the size of Jerome's black cock. That is the kind of cock that a woman wants to fuck. We want to feel it all the way to the hilt. I know that she really enjoyed being fucked by his monster cock. Do you truly think you can satisfy her now that she knows what a real cock feels like?"

"No," I answered honestly, my breathing rapid. "I have always felt that I didn't have the equipment to give her the pleasure she desired."

"So you agree that it's your duty to let her fuck other men?" she asked me sternly.

"Yes, it is my responsibility. I need to offer her the sexual freedom she deserves and support her in any way that I can," I answered looking into her eyes.

"I am so glad you know your fucking place cucky," she moaned biting her bottom lip. "Let's finish this up."

She spit in her hand and attacked my cock like a mad woman, stroking it quickly with two hands. In less than fifteen seconds I felt my balls begin to tense and my cock throbbing, allowing my stockpiled cum to travel up my urethra. As the first shot of my load erupted from my cock, Christina let go, my dick falling onto my stomach with a loud slap.

"Oh My GOD! Please stroke it! PLEASE FINISH!" I begged her as I thrust my hips into the blindly trying to fuck the air, the second shot of cum oozing out the head and dripping onto my stomach.

"Sorry cucky," she laughed deviously, "That is all you get from me. I hope six months in chastity was worth it."

With that, she turned off the light and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. I screamed in frustration for relief that would never come. I lay on the bed restrained for hours, my balls still feeling full and my sexual desire unfulfilled. I struggled against my bonds, praying that my bondage would break and I could bring myself to a full orgasm. 

Finally, the door opened and the light was turned on, the sudden burst of light temporarily blinding me. As my eyes began to refocus, I saw my wife standing at the foot of the bed looking down at me spread eagle on the bed with dried cum on my belly.

"Oh look at the mess we made," she said grinning. "Well, let's go get you cleaned up so we can lock up your cock for the next year."

A year? My mind screamed. I thought about protesting, telling her that I wanted to end the agreement. I was robbed of my orgasm and if I had to go another year, I would go insane. Hell, most people would already think I am crazy making the sacrifices I have to this point. The only thing that kept my mouth shut was knowing my wife would be disappointed if I spoke what was on my mind.

She undid my restraints and led me to the bathroom where she supervised me taking a shower, giving me no time to masturbate. Given the chance, I probably would have. Once I was clean and dried off, I followed her into the master bedroom where my CB-6000 was waiting for me on the bed. I watched as she seductively removed her jeans and T-shirt, revealing a matching hunter green bra and panty set trimmed in black lace. I watched as she reached behind her and unhooked the bra, letting it effortlessly fall to the floor and unleashing her gorgeous tits. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the sexy panties, pulled them off her hips, and shimmied them down her legs by wiggling her toned ass.

"Did you enjoy your hand job today baby?" she asked, picking up my plastic cock tube.

"To be perfectly honest with you Honey," I began hoping she would not see this as complaining, "I did not enjoy it all that much. I would really have preferred your gentle touch."

"I know all about it hubby," she said, unable to keep a straight face any longer. "What you don't know is that I had the video camera set up and watched the entire thing on the TV downstairs. You don't really think I would have left you with my naked sister unsupervised did you? I almost busted through the door when she was teasing you to fuck her but I knew you would make the right choice. I didn't know she was going to ruin your orgasm though. She absolutely loves to put you through hell. I think she enjoys it more than I do. Poor hubby. I listened to you screaming when she left you in mid stroke."

"Do you have any idea how close I was to losing my sanity?" I asked her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. 

"A few strokes if I had to venture a guess," she said still laughing at my predicament. "Oh, the thing about being locked up for a year was a joke too."

I breathed a sigh of relief as she lay back on her elbows before me, throwing the CB-6000 onto the bed and curling her index finger, beckoning me to her.

"Let's give you a proper hand job, shall we, and get all of that jizz out of these nuts that you kept in reserve for me," she said, using my deprived cock as a leash, pulling me forward until I was straddling her luscious breasts.

She slowly twisted her right hand as it traveled the length of my erection and used her left palm to gently cradle my engorged testicles. I relished looking her into her hazel eyes as she stared up at me, her talented hands doing their best to relieve six months of frustration. I was in bliss as I enjoyed every tender stroke and she kept it nice and slow, allowing me to savor every moment. She released my cock, loudly spit into the palm of her right hand and encased the head of my prick, quickly swirling the head, the tickling sensation causing a moan to escape my lips and an involuntary reaction of wanting to pull away. My impish wife giggled helplessly as she continued to tease the sensitive edge of my erection, using her left hand around my balls to tug me back in with each retreat.

"Somebody is extra sensitive tonight," she roared in laughter. "You better quit pulling away if you want me to finish jerking you off."

I used all self control I could muster to overcome the body's natural reaction. After enduring her tease for a few tense moments, she resumed expertly working my swollen shaft. I closed my eyes as I drifted into nirvana. Her sweet voice brought me back to reality.

"I bet this feels really good," she commented, licking her lips. "You really deserve this for being such an entertaining hubby slave. You have been so good to me, enduring frustrating chastity under constant teasing, not to mention allowing me to venture out and get my pussy pounded by a highly skilled black man. I hope you are still enjoying this because I do not want it to end. To be honest, I feel like you opened up something primal inside me. I have this instinctive desire to go on the prowl for more black cock."

Her desire to cuckold me again brought me to the edge so quickly. When she felt my balls begin to contract, she pointed my throbbing cock at her bare tits.

"That's it baby, cum all over my titties. Cover them with your stagnant sperm," she goaded me on as she began to rapidly pump my dick with a tight grip.

"THANK FUCKING GOD!!" I screamed as the first jet of hot jism burst forth from my loins and splattered against the top of her right breast. The first was followed by five more strong shots of cum that covered her heaving chest in the whitish fluid. I could almost feel my balls deflating with each shot of freed fluid and my knees seemed to go weak. I screamed out a primitive echo that would have scared off Tarzan as she continued pumping my meat with gusto, allowing the rest of my load to dribble onto her already coated breasts.

When she finally released me, I knelt like a wobbling statue, my chest heaving and my abdominal muscles feeling like they were the victim of five thousand crunches. Never have I felt so spent. Going six months in chastity was a challenging hell but I couldn't dispute that fact that it made for an earth shattering orgasm.

"Holy shit!" Jana exclaimed as she looked at the massive load coating her pale breasts. "That has to be the biggest load you have ever shot. I am literally fucking covered in your spunk. Alright, you had your fun, now clean up this nasty mess you made all over me."

My mouth gaped open in surprise. In hind-sight, I should have known what would be expected of me but after having a real orgasm, the thought of eating my own load seemed more humiliating than usual.

"What are you waiting for slave?" my wife asked me, her voice no longer playful. "Just because it is a release day doesn't mean you get to bypass your cleaning duties. If I let your sperm out of those testicles, I want it properly recycled. Bon Appetite," she said as she grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her soiled chest .

It's not like I haven't come to withstand the taste of my own sperm, so I really couldn't understand why I even hesitated. Praying that she wouldn't punish me for my stupid hesitation, I greedily lapped at her soft skin. My load was thicker than normal and as I pulled away slightly to let each lick slide down my throat, a trail of my jism trailed between the tip of my tongue and her still hardened nipple. Even after ingesting every drop of goo, I continued to retrace my steps over every inch of her tender glands, ensuring no trace of my pent-up orgasm remained. When I rolled off her she was smiling from ear to ear.

"Excellent job slave," my sultry wife commended me. "There is no way you left anything behind. I don't even think I need a shower. Alright, let's get down to brass tacks. I have two questions for you and I want them answered immediately. Now that you have experienced six months in chastity, do you want to continue giving me control of your cock and denying you orgasms? Before you answer, know that I will continue to deny you at my whim and any release will be through my graciousness, which should be obvious at this point, will not be very often."

I thought for a moment, knowing that she spoke the truth, considering each day she seemed to take more pleasure in making me suffer. The truth of it was the sadist in me enjoyed it as well. I loved when she stepped into her mistress roll, teasing and tormenting me. The thought of being locked up again had my cock standing erect again so I guess I had my answer.

"Yes Mistress," I answered with my head bowed, "I need you to lock me up and control when I can cum. I want to be your slave and submit to your every desire. I know you enjoy teasing and denying me the pleasure of free release and I love giving you that power over me. If you will accept it, I humbly submit ownership of my cock and orgasms to you."

"Of course I will take ownership of those precious orgasms," She told me smiling. "The second question is one I ask as your wife and not as your Mistress. I told you before that after you had a chance to experience a full orgasm, I would ask you a question. Now that your perverted mind is docile," she began after a short pause, "do you want your wife to venture out trolling for more cock? Before you answer, realize that this is the last time I will ask for your blessing. Say yes now and you will be my willing cuckold. I will become a hot wife and fuck whomever I want whenever I want. I will go out when I feel like getting pummeled by some random black man and return home to you used like a slut and wanting more. Are you ready to be a cuckold in chastity?"




How I Became a Chastized Cuckold Ch. 06



"Before I answer," I said looking deeply into her eyes, "I have one question for you. Are you truly interested in sleeping with other men or are you only doing this to indulge me in my fantasy?"

"Baby, I hope this doesn't hurt your feelings," she stated softly, "but you know the saying 'Once you go black you never go back', I am afraid it is very true. Right now, I am craving a big black cock tearing into me. You try very hard in bed but to be honest, you are no match for a real man in the bedroom. You work wonders with your mouth, but your dick is much smaller than I thought it was before my adulteress encounter. However, I love you so much that I would forever stay faithful to you if you asked me. So tell me, are you ready to give me away to other men?"

"I know I am no match for black men. I have known it since the first time I looked at those pictures so many years ago. I knew then that I couldn't give you all the pleasure you deserved," I answered truthfully. "I cannot be the selfish bastard to deny you all the joys of life. You have my permission to sleep with any man you desire as long as you always come home to me and the previous rules remain in effect. I want to give you the world but I cannot lose you."

"Thank you so much hubby," she said bouncing up and giving me a smothering hug. "You have no idea how happy you have made me. The cage can remain off for the night but I don't want you touching my property. Disobey me and there will be consequences. I hope you enjoy being a cuckold because you will be....Often!" 



How I Became a Chastized Cuckold Ch. 07



**Warning** This fantasy story series contains or will contain elements of Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial, Female Domination, Cuckolding, Interracial Sex, Bi-sexual Innuendo and Tendencies, Teasing, and BDSM Activities. If any of these topics are offensive you to, I recommend not reading.

Thank you all for the feedback on previous chapters. Unfortunately, the time I have to write is not what it once was so further chapters will take additional time. Stay tuned for more folks. 



As I slowly opened drowsy eyes, my dilated pupils were assaulted by the light that crept through the tightly closed bedroom window blinds. I felt my scrotum being pulled slightly and as my eyes adjusted to the streaks of sunlight being cast across the room, I saw my still nude wife placing the clear plastic ring into its now familiar location. A sudden pelvic jerk announced my awakening and did not go unnoticed by Jana.

"Good morning baby," she said as she pushed the ring firmly against my groin, "I wanted to make sure we got an early start on your next period of celibacy. You better calm down. I need to get this cage locked on you before pee-wee gets hard."

Her new humiliating obsession of commenting on the inadequate size of my white penis was a strange turn-on and my unconfined member wanted desperately to achieve erection. My naughty wife worked quickly as I closed my eyes and attempted to concentrate on anything other than her naked flesh looming over me and locking away my manhood for an unknown length of time. I felt the locking pin being inserted through the back of the scrotal ring and the hard plastic case scraping over the sensitive head of my cock. As she met resistance, she inserted her finger into the bottom of the cage and helping my semi-flaccid member seat properly into the devilish device. I opened my eyes in time to see the open hasp of the lock being passed through the eye of the pin.

"Beg me to close the lock," she demanded forcefully. "Ask me to make sure this little white cock doesn't get anywhere near my sweet pussy so I have no choice but to go out and find a huge black cock to fill me up."

I looked directly into her hazel eyes, "Please let me hear the unforgiving click of the lock as you take away my ability to cum. There is no way I can keep myself from masturbating without the chastity belt so I need you to control when I get to have an orgasm. I will obey every command you give me. I know that my little dick is not able to pleasure you properly so it is only logical that you lock me up and treat me as your slave. As your cuckold, fucking you is another man's job now, a better man with a bigger cock to make you scream with ecstasy."

The audible "CLICK" of the lock informed me that she accepted my request and she hopped off the bed, her gorgeous tits bouncing from the landing and leaving me lay there to ponder my situation. I felt the smooth plastic snuggly against my wrinkled limp penis, the tight embrace feeling familiar to me after spending much of the last eight months in my self-imposed condition. I am sure most people would call me a freak but if you are reading this and the thought of chastity excites you, be sure you know what you are asking for. I wouldn't change a thing but don't expect many orgasms once your wife realizes the power that a single key holds.

When I finally joined my wife in the kitchen, she was in her flimsy and transparent white silk robe, talking on the phone and sipping her coffee. The sexy garment did nothing to hide her features but I am sure the feel of the soft material against her perfect skin was a pleasure in and of itself. Breaking my attention away from the distraction of flesh, my ears pinged on the last words of her conversation.

"You know I want to Jerome. How about you pick me up at my house tonight? No, my husband won't be any problem. As a matter of fact, he is standing here listening to me talk to you. Oh you are sooooo bad. Of course I will. Ok, see you tonight at seven," she said as she hung up the phone.

I gave her a knowing grin as I grabbed my own cup of coffee, "Going out tonight baby?"

"Of course I am, Cucky," she chided without the slightest bit of shame. "Do you have a problem with that slave?"

"No Mistress," I meekly replied, hanging my head low.

"Good, because I have been waiting to get the shit fucked out of me by Jerome again for weeks," she stated with a lustful glint in her eye. "He said he is going to fuck me like a slut and I can't wait. By the way, Jerome wants you to go out and buy some sexy lingerie for me to wear tonight. He said it is the least you could do to thank him for taking care of my sexual needs. Why don't you go to Mistress Sara's shop and find me a nice matching lace thong and push-up bra. Make sure you tell her why you are buying sexy underwear for me. She will get a kick out of it."

"Yes Mistress," I replied respectfully as I left the room to get dressed.

Who the fuck does he think he is making me thank him. Isn't it enough that I am letting him fuck my beautiful wife?  What a cocky son of a bitch. Well I can't fault the guy. Tonight he will be balls deep inside my wife's tight cunt and mine will just be locked away. Well cuckold, you created this situation so you might as well do a good job with it. I will make sure I get a really sexy set of undergarments for her to wear for him and with any luck, he won't tear them to shreds as he strips her naked. It is going to be interesting having him pick her up at the house. Can you imagine what the neighbors will think, watching her all dolled up and getting into a car with a black man? Oh well, who the fuck cares. It would just add to my humiliation which will probably excite me anyway.

After a short drive I entered Mistress Sara's store of delicious decadence to find her sitting in her usual leather recliner but today she had a guest, a sexy vixen with silky red hair flowing down her back and milky white skin sharply contrasted against the dark paneled walls of the store. Both long legged ladies acknowledged my presence immediately.

"Your timing couldn't be any better little one," Mistress Sara said to me. "I was just in the process of telling Lady Alicia here how effective chastity belts are at controlling submissive husbands. I want you to show her how it works. I take it you are here to shop in your usual attire?"

"Yes Mistress Sara, if it pleases you," I replied, my face already turning two shades of red.

"Go ahead and disrobe while I lock the door," she demanded.

Lady Alicia's eyes were glued to me as I removed my shoes and socks before pulling my shirt over my head and unbuckling my belt, allowing my shorts to fall to my ankles. As I pulled my maroon boxer briefs south to join my shorts, the plastic cage sprung free, causing the lock to jingle against the hard shell. After stepping out of my drawers, I stood with my hands behind my back and let the ginger beauty view my cock cage as Sara took my clothing and placed them behind the counter. As usual, I would need to ask for my clothing back after completing my shopping.

"As you can see," Mistress Sara began while manipulating my penis prison this way and that for Alicia, "This plastic ring goes behind the scrotum and when the sheath is attached and locked, an erection is impossible without pulling his balls through the small space allowed between the two. This slave has quite a small penis and recognizing that fact, his wife opted for the CB-6000 short model."

"Wow, you are right," Alicia laughed. "That is a little dick, not unlike my husband's size. I see that it fits quite snuggly."

"Yes it does," Sara answered, giving the cage a strong tug and extracting a gasp from me. "While not the most secure type of device, proper fitting does make it a cost effective option. For total security, I recommend a completely different and more expensive device."

"Tell me, have you ever been able to escape from your chastity belt?" Alicia asked me.

"Honestly, I have never tried Ma'am. I imagine if I used ice and a bit of lubrication I would be able to wiggle out with a little bit of pain but I don't see any way I would be able to get it back on without the key, which my wife and her sister guard vigilantly."

"I bet they do," Alicia said with a grin. "How long has it been since you had an orgasm?"

"I was actually allowed release last night," I replied with a smile, "but I had to endure six months in chastity to earn that one."

"Oh you poor boy," Alicia said with pity, "six months without an orgasm. But honestly, with a pathetically small dick like yours, what do you expect? May I try and give you an erection? I want to see how the cage reacts when you try to get hard."

"I am sure my wife would be disappointed if I were to be rude. I would be pleased to demonstrate for you," I said, spreading my legs to give her an unobstructed view of my genitals.

When Alicia stood up, I was truly amazed at her size. She must have been six foot tall and five foot of that was nicely toned legs that I followed up to the hemline of her grey sundress. I felt the first stirs of my erection as I continued to size up her thin body past her small but proportional B-cup breasts. Without warning, she grabbed her shoulder straps, slid them off her boney shoulders and allowed the light material to flutter down her body, leaving her standing in just her bare breasts and tiny pink g-string. Here was a set of magnificent tits that never needed a bra regardless of the situation. Her extremely firm cones tapered to a point where they were joined by small, quarter sized reddish-brown nipples. My cock swelled to fill the cage and struggled to push away from my groin before my balls began to press against the ring. With my cock as extended as the cage would allow, Alicia reached down and rubbed my deflated orbs between her thumb and forefinger, feeling how tightly they were pressed against the ring and sheath, and making my stomach tighten with a grimace on my face.

"Thank you for the demonstration Lady Sara," Alicia said as she released my testicles and the pain immediately began to deflate the obstructed hard-on. "It all makes sense to me now. I think my husband will very quickly learn his fucking place."

"Just as this one has," Mistress Sara turned to address me. "You may go about your business slave. What are we shopping for today?"

"I need to pick out a nice sexy thong and bra set for my wife's date tonight," I replied, a flush of crimson tinting my skin.

"What a wonderful husband you are, taking your wife out for a night on the town," Alicia responded in a surprising complimentary tone.

"No Ma'am," I replied submissively, "my wife has a date with another man tonight. I will be staying at home while she goes out and gets laid by a big dicked black man."

"Oh my god," Alicia exclaimed, her mouth wide open in shock. "You mean to tell me that your wife gets to go out and get fucked by any random guy while you stay at home and go without?"

"You see," Mistress Sara answered for me, "this slave is what you call a cuckold. She gets to sleep with any man she wants and he stays faithful. He is one step further in being that he isn't even allowed to masturbate while she gets everything she needs. Good for her. It is a tragedy that she had to settle for such a tiny penis all these years. I knew it wouldn't be long before you agreed. Carry on slave and make sure that you pick out a real nice set of lingerie for your wife's lover or else I will tell her to send you to me for a weekend."

I nodded my head and meandered my way through the multiple isles of seductive clothing awaiting my inspection and choosing. It shouldn't surprise me that Sara discussed cuckolding with my wife. More than likely, my wife was initially appalled by the idea and her reaction was similar to the one Alicia just exhibited. But then that devious devil sat her down, just like she is doing with Alicia right now, and chiseled away at the taboo of finding satisfaction in another man's bed. How many lives has she truly influenced? I have no doubt that, thanks to her efforts, numerous wives now cuckold their husbands and I am sure Alicia's husband will learn that soon enough. I just hope he enjoys it as much as I do.

It didn't take me long to find what I was looking for. As I touched each piece of underwear I continued to ask myself if Jerome would like it. I know I have never met the guy but I just kept thinking of what the last garments Jerome would want to admire before having her naked and every inch of her skin ready for his touch. I decided on a shiny dark violet thong trimmed in black lace and a matching half-cup push-up bra that would be lucky if it contained even the bottom one-third of my wife's puffy areolas and nipples. The contrast of that material against her light skin is going to drive her lover nuts.

After paying the fifty bucks for the skimpy get-up, receiving praise from both women on my selection, and being given permission to cover my nakedness, I drove home to my waiting wife, who was relaxing on the couch and talking on the phone. She hung up the phone while I got undressed and had me kneel in front of her. I pulled my choices out of the bag for her approval.

"Those are very sexy," she began. "Jerome should be very satisfied by your choice. I can't wait to tell him that you did exactly as he ordered. I really love them so I hope he doesn't decide the keep them again. I just got off the phone with Mistress Sara and she told me all about what a good cuckold slave you were. She also gave me Alicia's phone number so I can help her bring her limp dick husband under control. You might have a fellow chastised cuckold to befriend soon. However, she told me that you thought you would be able to escape your cage if you actually tried. I want to thank you for not trying but having the ability to escape just won't do. Mistress Sara gave me a few options but I need to think about them. Rest assured that you will be purchasing a new chastity belt in the near future. Now go about your chores and let me relax before my date tonight. I am going to need my strength."

I did as I was told and made sure the yard work got done and all the housework was completed. My wife hadn't gotten to the point of making me her complete and total servant yet but it couldn't be long before she stopped doing things around the house and having me pick up the slack with the threat of punishment looming over my head. I actually didn't mind because if I was busy, I didn't think about sex or my lack thereof. Regardless of how much I enjoyed being locked up, my body still wanted to follow its instincts and expel semen from my balls.

At five o'clock, my wife went upstairs to get ready for Jerome. I was not invited so I stayed in the living room and watched some television. She came downstairs a little after six-thirty looking like a million bucks. Her blonde hair was tediously curled and her make-up was meticulously applied. The tight one piece purple dress that hugged every curve of her perfect body was a decent match to the lingerie I purchased for her. As expected, the half-cup bra did nothing to contain her nipples that strained themselves against the taught fabric. The overall effect was the appearance of a woman who was looking for sex and the diamond gleaming on her left hand told people that it wouldn't be from her husband.

"You look amazing baby," I began complimenting her. "You are one hell of a hot wife."

"Thank you cucky, do you think Jerome will like the outfit I picked out for him?" she asked me.

"If he doesn't, you need to find someone with better eyesight. As it stands, I don't think that dress will last three seconds once he gets you back to his place," I reassured her. "If any of the neighbors see you get into a car with a black man dressed like that, they are going to know you are going out to get fucked."

"Oh no," she said in mock worry and laughed, "our secret is going to get out and we will be the talk of the town. We do have one bit of business to take care of before I head out for the night. I decided to let fate determine your length of chastity this time around. I have in my hand, two dice that you will roll, one at a time, to determine your sentence. Here are the rules. The first die determines the length of time and the second determines whether it will be days, weeks, months, or years."

A look of worry passed through my face as I thought of the consequences of a bad roll. With the worst roll possible, it could be six years before I would be allowed a pleasurable orgasm. If I have bad luck, they might as well through me in the nuthouse right now because I will be legally insane before my sentence was completed. On the other hand, I could be shooting my load again tomorrow. If luck is a lady, I am screwed.

She continued with the rules, "Here is how the second die works. Roll a one for days, a two or three for weeks, a four or five for months, and in the unlucky event that you roll a six, you will be looking at years of frustration before you empty your balls again. Are you ready to press your luck?"

I nervously took the first red die from her offered hand and rolled it onto the coffee table. The die came to a rest on the number two. So I was looking at anywhere between two days and two years. She offered me the second die. I cupped it into my closed hand and said a prayer as I closed my eyes and let it fly. It clanked across the wooden table until it came to a rest. Without any kind of response from my wife, I slowly opened my eyes to find it resting on the number three. I just about jumped out of my skin and a smile, ear to ear, adorned my face.

"Good for you cucky, you get to cum again in two weeks, as long as you keep yourself out of trouble," my wife congratulated me as a horn honked from the driveway. "Jerome is here so I need to run. Thank you for being such a wonderful husband."

She leaned in close and gave me a long kiss, darting her tongue inside my mouth and allowing me to smell the scent of her perfume that she used to doll herself up for him.

"I hope you have a great time tonight baby," I told her as she headed toward the door.

She turned to me before closing the door, "Baby, you have seen the size of his dick. Once he gets that monster cock inside my pussy, I will be having the best of times. Wait up for me so I can tell you all about it. See ya later."

I went to the window and watched as she took her time walking down the driveway toward the awaiting black BMW backed into the drive, not caring if any of the neighbors knew what she had planned for the night. I could see Jerome watching her saunter her way towards the car through the rear-view mirror before she opened the passenger side door and got into the car. Through the rear window, I watched her lean across the center console and kiss him deeply on the lips. The brake lights came on and the luxury sedan pulled out of the drive, taking my slutty wife away for a night of raw sexual pleasure. Only then did I realize that my neighbor John was sitting on his porch with a wide mouth expression. Well, I thought, we will see how big of a mouth he has.

Hours extended into what felt like eons as vivid images of my wife fucking Jerome swam through my head. I tried to distract myself from the various sexual positions she was surely experiencing because my cock was pressed firmly to the tip of the sheath and the constant squeezing pull on my nuts was doing nothing to combat my aroused state. I even tried watching some of our interracial porno movies hoping to replace the images of my wife with some paid actress who took black cock for a paycheck. It didn't work and I suffered until a car pulled into the driveway at about midnight to give his used slut back to her husband. 

The headlights shut off, revealing my wife sitting in the passenger seat and I heard Jerome kill the engine. I started to wonder if he was going to come in and began to panic slightly since we hadn't talked about me watching her in bed with another man. The decorative lighting lining the hedges along the driveway provided just enough illumination to see that Jerome was telling her something before grabbing the back of her head and pulling her mouth to his crotch. I watched as Jana's head moved around slightly before starting to bob up and down in a motion that could only be that of sucking his dick. Man, this guy has one big set of balls, having my wife blow him right in her own driveway. My wife had to know that I was watching her suck him off and I bet it was making her cream. I wonder if she still has the panties I bought for her.




How I Became a Chastized Cuckold Ch. 07



After ten minutes of sucking his cock, I saw him tense up and there was little doubt he was cumming. To my surprise, her head never stopped bouncing downward. In that exact moment in time, I realized that he was shooting his cum into my wife's mouth. In all our years of marriage, I have asked her to let me cum in her mouth numerous times and she always told me no. The fact that her objection to tasting my sperm didn't apply to her black lover's cum caused my dick to spring far beyond its normal confining measurements and caused me to double over. If I didn't have the strong desire to watch what happened next I would have surely collapsed.

I saw Jerome point toward the house and as my wife exited the car he planted a hard smack directly on her right ass cheek, causing her to turn around and blow a kiss before heading to the house. As he started the car and left the driveway, I felt a little playful and knelt at the front door, waiting for my freshly fucked wife to enter the house. As the door swung open she saw me on my knees and without a word, joined me on her knees and planted her lips on mine. As I opened my mouth to accept her kiss, her tongue forced copious amount of Jerome's semen into my mouth. Not expecting the salty flavor, I almost gagged before catching myself and accepting the gift she held behind bulging cheeks. I swallowed every bit of jizz that she fed me as her tongue continued to probe my mouth, both of us sharing the flavor of her lover. After over a minute, she finally pulled away and I let the last bit of cum slide down the back of my throat, leaving the familiar aftertaste of sperm in my mouth.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "I can't believe you let him cum in your mouth."

Her lips formed into a devious smirk, "I did that and more, but first feel my panties."

I reached under her dress and brought my fingers up to her silk covered pussy. The smooth material was absolutely dripping with wetness.

"Oh my god," I whimpered, my mouth agape. "You are soaking wet! Did he cum inside you?"

"No, Jerome didn't cum in my pussy," she began defensively. "I made him wear a condom again. My pussy is so wet from blowing him in our driveway. It is so hard to get my lips around his meat when he is hard as a rock. He is going to give my mouth stretch marks. Did you watch me suck his cock?"

"Yes, I saw him grab your head and push it into his lap," I admitted.

"You are lucky I didn't fuck him right there as well," she said without any humor. "I see you enjoyed watching me give head, judging by that straining erection. Let's go. I want to tell you what my stud did to me tonight but I need your tongue in my gash right fucking now."

We stood up and she led me by my balls and sat down on the couch, inching her ass towards the edge. I grabbed the sides of her panties and slid them off her hips. As soon as the silk peeled away from her cunt, I was greeted by the strong aroma of her sex. Once the wet material was free of her three inch pumps, I threw them into the corner and inched the hem of her dress above her ass. Just like before, her cunt lips were gaping open from the punishment of a big black cock. I immediately dove into her stretched out hole and greedily lapped at her engorged clitoris as she began telling me the details of her night out.

"Jerome took me out for a quick bite to eat before we headed off for a little bit of dancing. At the club he couldn't keep his hands off of me. When we sat down for drinks his hand was constantly on my naked thigh, his fingers tracing their way all the way up my short dress and gently flicking across my panties. He told me he couldn't wait to see what you picked out for him. On the dance floor was a completely different story. He was like an animal and his hands were everywhere, groping my tits and squeezing my ass as we grinded together. I was acting like a bitch in heat, constantly pushing back against his hard cock hidden behind his jeans. I had him in such a state that I thought he would strip me down and fuck me right there in front of anyone. In my aroused state, I wouldn't have objected. We weren't even there for thirty minutes before he told me we were going back to his place so he could pound the shit out of me."

As she spoke, I visualized each vivid image in my mind, much to the dismay of my tormented penis.

"Once we were back at his place," she continued in a low sultry voice, "he put on some music and sat down in the living room. He ordered me to strip and show him how my husband had wrapped his little white slut. I danced for him like a stripper, shaking my ass and tits for him as I slowly peeled my dress down my body. You would have been proud of your wife. I continued to dance as he enjoyed the sight of me dressed in my bra and panties. He told me to let you know that you did a great job picking out a sexy set of lingerie for him, but next time you better have me prepared properly for him, but we will get to that later. Once he had his fill of me in my underwear, he told me to get naked and as I slipped off my remaining clothes he stood up and removed his shirt revealing that muscular chest I love so much before dropping his pants and unleashing that black python. Once he sat down again he told me to get on my knees and suck his cock. He gets so forceful with me sometimes. It's not like with you where you are so gentle with me and want to please me. He just wants to use me so he can get off and I love every minute of it. Do you like hearing about how he uses your wife, cucky?"

I pulled my head out from between her milky white thighs long enough to tell her that I love it when she gets pounded by a black man and isn't the slightest embarrassed to tell me every little detail.

"Why would I be shy about getting truly satisfied?" she laughed and her breathing quickened as she told her tale. "Anyway, he yanked me off his cock by my hair and told me to lie on the bed. He rolled on a black condom and positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy and slowly rubbed it up and down my pussy lips, lubricating the tip with my own juices. Can you believe that mother fucker made me beg him to fuck me? At first I thought he was joking but he wouldn't insert his dick into me until I did. Each time I pushed my cunt towards him, he pulled away, teasing me relentlessly. Please forgive me, but I did it. I begged him to fuck my brains out, to treat me like his own little white whore. I pleaded with him to do what my husband was unable to do. Finally he thrust his cock into me, not gentle like the last time, but shoving it all the way in with one motion. I screamed out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He didn't care how loud I screamed or who heard me. He just started to piston his meat into me until I adjusted to his size and began to calm down. It didn't take long for my breathing to quicken and the first wave of orgasms to rock my body. I came all over his dick like a bitch and howled out in ecstasy. We rolled over and I rode him with wild abandon, my tits bouncing all over the place each time my clit made contact with his pelvis. He was grabbing my jiggling jugs roughly and even started to smack them back and forth. I had two more earth shattering orgasms as I rocked my ass on top of my lover. When I was completely out of breath, I got up and let his giant cock slide out of me, leaving me feel empty. He took me over to his second story window and had me look out at the activity on the street while he rammed into me from behind, smacking my ass and telling me what a tight pussy I had. He said it was a shame that he was going to ruin it for you."

That last comment caused my dick to jerk and I moaned directly into the cavity of her vagina, the vibrations sending her over the edge and rocking her pussy against my face, covering it with her cum. When she came down from her euphoria and her breathing returned to normal, she finished out the narrative of her adventure.

"As he roughly slammed into me doggie style he started asking me if I ever let you cum in my mouth. I told him that I never sucked you off to completion nor had I ever tasted cum before. He pulled out of me and told me to get on my knees and open my mouth. I knew exactly what he planned to do but the way he told me to do things, I just couldn't refuse him. Jerome is the type of guy that when he wants something, he gets it. So I did precisely what he ordered me to do and dropped to my knees before him, waiting to get my first taste of cum. He ripped the condom off and laid it across my forehead, before tilting my head back and pointing the head of his cock at my mouth. I opened my mouth and watched him stroke his dick just an inch away from my lips and saw the first jet of his semen spray directly into my mouth and splattering against the back of my throat. Eruption after eruption continued to fill my mouth as I instinctively began to swallow as quickly as I possibly could. I swallowed every ounce of my lover's cum and he just patted me on the head like a good dog while he smiled knowing his little married slut did something for him that I never did for you. I don't know why I have never let you cum in my mouth. The taste was different but I can't say that I didn't enjoy it."

I knelt there, my mind a blur as I tried to process the fact that no matter how many times I asked her to take my cum in her mouth she would always deny me, but for Jerome she did it twice in one night. I had a feeling that revelations like this one would continue to happen regardless if I wanted them to come to light or not.

"Once we got into the driveway I was about to get out of the car when he unzipped his jeans and whipped out his cock. He told me he wanted to cum in my mouth again and before I even had the chance to object, he grabbed me by the hair and yanked my face into his crotch. I could have refused but there was something so hot about blowing him in our own driveway, knowing that you were probably watching me from the window. My pussy was running like a wide open faucet the entire time I had his cock in my mouth. As I sucked his cock, he told me that when he came, I was to hold his cum in my mouth until I kissed my loving husband. I was so glad you were waiting for me at the door because it was so hard to hold in all his cum. I swear his load is three times the size of yours, even when you save it up for six months."

"You completely shocked me when you opened your mouth and I tasted the flood of black sperm in my mouth," I admitted to her. " I couldn't believe you had his cum still in your mouth but I knew he came in your mouth when I saw him tense and you kept bobbing that pretty head on his cock."

"Well cucky," she said in her sleepy voice," Let's go to bed. Your cum sucking slut of a wife needs her rest. Besides, we have a few things we need to discuss tomorrow."

To be continued...



How I Became a Chastized Cuckold Ch. 08



**Warning** This fantasy story series contains or will contain elements of Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial, Female Domination, Cuckolding, Interracial Sex, Bi-sexual Innuendo and Tendencies, Teasing, and BDSM Activities. If any of these topics are offensive you to, I recommend not reading.

Thank you all for the feedback on previous chapters. Unfortunately, the time I have to write is not what it once was so further chapters will take additional time. Stay tuned for more folks.

I promise I will finish the story, just not as quickly as you or I would like. 

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Thin rays of golden sunlight glimmered through the bedroom window blinds as I slowly opened my eyes to a new day of my cuckold life. As I lie starring at the ceiling, I find myself extremely thankful that my confined cock received the memo regarding the futility of a morning erection. The previous morning after Jana first willingly spread her legs for another man was very rough on my testicles as my state of constant arousal desperately tried to pull the swollen orbs through the small space between the scrotal ring and hard plastic sheath.

Stealing a glance at my still slumbering wife, I watched her chest gently rise and fall, covered only by a flimsy thin sheet. I couldn't help but notice the warm glow of her skin and what appeared to be her thin, luscious lips form the slightest smile. Perhaps even now, her thoughts drifted to her encounter with Jerome the previous night, letting him use her body in ways she has never shared with me, and enjoying every moment of submitting herself to him. I began to think about some of the stories and captioned pictures saved onto my hard drive, remembering that a large portion not only centered around cuckoldry, but more often than not, went into vivid details about submitting the white wife to the total control of the black bull. I had been so focused on her newly dominant personality, perhaps I had missed some indications that she desired to become the property of an ebony Master.

So much for the furlough of morning wood, I thought to myself as my penis began to harden in response to such naughty thoughts. Shifting myself toward the edge of the bed, my bare feet made contact with the cold hardwood floor and I traveled to the bathroom to complete my morning ritual. Sitting like a woman to urinate had a definitively humiliating effect on my steadily developing submissive personality but it was in my best interest if I didn't want to make a complete mess of the bathroom. Regardless of the slot in the plastic cage being lined up with my urethra, it always managed to deflect the stream in random directions. Even though my unfaithful wife giggled anytime she caught me doing it, it was nothing compared to the threat of someone at work recognizing the fact that I never use the urinal anymore.

My entire existence was consumed by thoughts as I grabbed a steaming cup of godly nectar and a chill ran up my spine when my bare cheeks made contact with the dark wooden kitchen chair. Suddenly, I felt myself drifting into growing feelings of deep jealousy, processing information from Jana's date less than 24 hours earlier. It took me by surprise and yet I understood exactly where these feelings originated from. For years I have practically begged my wife to swallow my load and even though she has treated me to numerous blow jobs over the years, she outright refused to allow so much as a single drop of my load into her mouth. Even when I tried to trick her by controlling my moans of pleasure, she still sensed the throbbing in my loins pulling back at the last second and being rewarded with a shot across the forehead. She was so pissed that blow jobs were completely out of the question for months.

What did you expect, I thought to myself. While reading those detailed stories of debauchery, it was always a shameful turn on for those naughty wives to transform into totally open and willing sluts for their black bulls. You would jerk your small cock furiously, vividly imagining Jana on her knees, her mouth open just begging for that huge load of cum to splash against the back of her throat before swallowing and filling her belly with her lover's seed. To make matters worse, she read those same stories, admitting that she fingered herself to numerous orgasms while doing so. Perhaps she was imagining herself as the wife in the story as well. Tucking that nugget of curiosity away, I resigned myself to the reality that swallowing cum was probably the first of many sexual walls that Jerome would break through.

Thankfully, my time for reflection was cut short as my slutty wife entered the kitchen, scantily clad in a pair of hot pink silk panties and thin white tank top, the latter doing nothing to disguise her hard nipples and raised areola. Her walk seemed slightly different, perhaps even able to be described as labored or uncomfortable. She flashed me a comforting smile as I locked contact with her glittering hazel eyes, but there was something in her expression, a grimace of slight pain or quiet suffering showing through the fading blush on her cheeks. As she gingerly sat in the chair across from me, she began to explain the reason behind her lightly rugged appearance.

"Oh my god," Jana exclaimed! "Jerome literally hammered your wife's pussy last night. I can't believe how bad my pelvis hurts this morning. He treated me like a common street whore, banging away mercilessly with every ounce of strength he had. If I didn't know any better, I would think I just got off a horse after an eight hour trail ride."

"You poor little thing," I began in a mocking voice as my limp cock started to stir inside the CB-6000 chastity belt. "It must have been so terrible for you, suffering through all those earth-shattering orgasms. I bet you strained yourself trying to crawl away from him."

"Crawl away from him?" she giggled, "I begged him to fuck me like a hooker! I slammed my pussy back towards him as he thrust that black cock inside me, his huge balls slamming against my ass and forcing my legs apart, getting so fucking deep inside me that I felt him against the restrictive opening of my cervix. He was stretching me out in places your little cock will never even feel. Anytime he needed a short recovery period, his lips would attack my tits, roughly sucking on every inch of exposed flesh, leaving me with these souvenirs to bring home to you."

As she began to lift the thin tank top over her head, I watched in amazement as her full C-cups were lifted with the hem of her garment before gravity won the battle and both heavy breasts spilled out, jiggling as they came to rest and revealing dozens of deep maroon and purplish love bites scattered across the taut skin of her voluptuous chest. In response to the evidence of Jerome's conquest, my cock was now well beyond the level of rational thinking and struggled to free itself, squishing both testicles against the plastic sheath in the process. My facial expression clearly showed the discomfort in my stomach as I gritted my teeth through the pain.

"Oh my poor little cuckold," Jana began in a sultry tone, glancing below the table at my struggling cock. "Are the hickey's Jerome left on my tits too much for you? Is it getting you excited to see the evidence that Jerome had his way with your wife last night? I see that little dicklet trying to get hard and those testicles paying the price for the erroneous effort. You better grow accustomed to it hubby because Jerome experiences a rush of power, fucking a white man's wife and gets off on sending me home to you, marked by him to prove that he fucked me. I don't see that changing anytime soon."

As I sat there gritting my teeth though the pain of my erection and breathing deeply while waiting for the pain to subside, Jana remained naked above the waist and looked deeply into my eyes to enjoy the soft suffering like a loving Mistress would. She made no attempt to cover her ravaged tits, clear evidence of her extra-marital encounter, ensuring that my wasted hard-on took as long as possible to go limp. It wasn't until my balls were no longer trying to squeeze between the small gap in the belt that she relented and covered her gorgeous breasts.

"I am going to call in sick today," Jana said, smoothing the thin fabric at her waist, "since there is no way I can make it through the day without people asking me why I am walking funny. I want you to do the same. Better yet, let's make it two days because we need to take care of a few things before my date next Friday. After you call work, get dressed so we can go visit Lady Sara."

I simply nodded and went to the phone, rehearsing my best, been up all night puking, voice and successfully set myself free from the rat race for two days. Curiosity surrounding the reason for our visit to Madam Sara made me slightly apprehensive. We could be going shopping for more lingerie to wear on her date, or my wife could be handing me over to the demanding woman who, no doubt, could break me down to a slobbering mess in her damp, menacing dungeon. Knowing that I would be naked as soon as I entered her dark, but comfortable market place, I chose to forgo any underwear and simply slid a pair of loose fitting grey slacks over my cock cage before zipping the fly carefully and donned a black polo shirt that would easily be removed over my shoulders.

Jana joined me in the bedroom and made short work of stepping into a red pleated skirt that was surprisingly short and stopping just above mid-thigh. Once snug around her waist, she reached under the skirt and slid her pink panties down her smooth legs before stepping out of them. She slid the tank top over her head before replacing it with a black tube top that showed ample cleavage and as the fabric stretched, it grew thinner doing nothing to hide her hard nipples. She slid on a pair of red, closed toe pumps, while hopping across the floor and into the hallway. Well, I thought, I guess both of us are going commando today.

With my wife driving the car, my mind was able to relax after so much sensory overload. I must have slumped into trance-like state, arriving at the nondescript store front and having virtually no memory of the drive to get there. We stepped out of the deep blue Sentra and Jana announced our arrival with a sharp knock on the solid dark wooden door. After just a few heart beats, Madam Sara opened the door and my jaw dropped as I bared witness to her choice of apparel. Sharp rays of sunlight from an early morning sun reflected off a sheet of shiny black latex, stretched so tightly over her curvy body that it actually grew somewhat transparent in certain areas. The one piece of continuous latex began just above her knee and ended with a brief strap atop each shoulder to hold the tight garment in place. My wife actually had to nudge me in the back to bring me back the land of the living and we entered Sara's quarters. Once inside, I immediately set to task removing my clothing as Jana greeted Sara.

It's somewhat comical that I no longer felt any sort of discomfort or embarrassment removing my clothing and standing naked before two beautiful women, even realizing that they could clearly see my small penis through the clear plastic cock cage. As I bent at the waist to retrieve the pile of recently liberated clothing, Madam Sara caught me off guard with a sharp open hand smack across my pale right ass cheek which made me stumble slightly and I felt the heat and sting of her well practiced palm. Both women laughed loudly as my own hand rubbed the spot, which I was sure, displayed a rose red hand print. I flashed a naughty smile as I handed the auburn haired devil my clothing.

"Slave!" Madam Sara snapped at me and I instinctively focused all my attention on the demanding woman, "We need to visit my dungeon today so make yourself useful and go retrieve an outfit for your Mistress to wear in my presence. You will ensure that all of her wonderful attributes are uncovered and completely displayed for my enjoyment. That is of course if Lady Jana has no objections to my rules?"

"As you are the Lady of this house," Jana responded in a deviously playful tone, "I am delighted to follow your rules. I wouldn't want to challenge you on your own territory for fear that you might take us both captive and never allow us to leave."

I took my leave while those two vixens shared a laugh over Jana's last comment and for the first time in a while, I found my curiosity peaked in regards to what transpired the last time we visited her dungeon. I quickly put it from my mind as I set to the task of decorating my wife for Madam Sara. I quickly bypassed the lacy and frilly sections because I knew exactly what I wanted my wife to wear for Sara. I found the leather rack and immediately began flipping through the multitude of skimpy outfits on the circular display, stopping abruptly as I pulled the garment into the light to ensure it was exactly what I was searching for. Satisfied with my choice, I returned to the front of the store and kneeled before my wife, lifting the skimpy outfit above my head and waiting to be acknowledged. Jana took my selection and held it up to review my offering.

"Well, it seems my husband has followed your directions with a bit of enthusiasm," my wife began, taking in the scent of the leather. "You said you wanted me on display and something tells me these strips of leather will more than meet your requirements. Help me get into this harness Cucky."

When she stood up, I grabbed the top of her halter top and gently tugged it down over her breasts, her perky tits popping free and her nipples currently standing at attention. As the flimsy top joined the waistband of her skirt, I placed my thumbs in the waistband and yanked both garments to her ankles in one quick and violent motion, eliciting a slight gasp from my wife's lips. Madam Sara clapped in response to my show and the fact that Jana had arrived without any panties. I took her hand as she stepped from the pile of clothing and then bent down, kissing her calf while sensually removing both her red pumps and leaving her stark naked in front of our host.

Removing the leather harness from the hanger, I draped the thick collar around her neck and allowed the snakelike buckles to dangle before her while slowly fastening the steel buckle at the nape of her neck. The harness had two metal rings that I slid carefully over her pale skinned tits, noting how they perfectly hugged her C-cups before resting against the base of her chest. One by one, I retrieved the dangling straps and wrapped them tightly around her body before using the bright silver buckles to fasten each fingerlike strip in the center of her back. The center strap continued to dangle and as I reached between her legs, I felt a drip of moisture from her sex splatter against my arm. I guess somebody enjoyed my choice in apparel as much as I did. The single strap separated into two straps that when pulled snugly and attached to the buckles on the lowest straps left her soaking wet pussy and thin strip of blonde pubic hair completely exposed. I couldn't believe how red and swollen her labia were. Jerome definitely did not hold back while fucking her last night.

"Very good," Sara said, licking her lips while her blue eyes traversed over my wife's body. "Now that this delicious morsel is dressed for the party, let's get you taken care of."

She disappeared behind the counter, reemerging a heart beat later with a handful of leather and buckles that I recognized as wrist and ankle restraints. Jana took two from her offered hand and both women made short work of attaching each one with tiny padlocks. Sara brought my wrists together behind my back and used something to couple them together, leaving me defenseless, before retrieving a black object from the counter. I didn't quite understand what the object was until it began to slip over my head and turned my world to black. Once the leather hood was fitted snugly, my head bobbed as the threaded string in the back was pulled tight and tied securely. I felt like I was about to panic, but as I opened my mouth to object, a cylindrical shaped object was forced between my teeth and fastened to the front of the mask by multiple snaps. I didn't take me long to realize that it was a penis gag. I could feel the shape of the head and every lifelike vein as I traversed its latex surface with my tongue With no other option to protest, I took deep breaths and forced myself to calm down. 

Two feminine hands grasped my upper arms and I stumbled slightly as they pushed me forward. As my feet caught up with the motion, I knew I had to trust these women to guide me to the dungeon safely without walking into a wall or other obstruction. Without my sense of sight, it felt like I was marched for over a mile before we came to a halt and my hands released for the briefest of moments before finding them extended over my head and stretched to each side. Feeling light smacks on the inside of my thigh, I began to widen my stance until I felt a spreader bar placed between my ankles, leaving me completely exposed to whatever torment my captors had in mind. I jumped as a warm hand gently brushed my testicles and grabbed hold of my chastity belt. With my sense of sight eliminated, my hearing seemed to be working in overdrive, hearing every tumble of the lock as the key was inserted and the crisp snap of the hasp being released. Seconds later, cool air assaulted the shank of my penis as the plastic dome was slowly removed. Both testicles were pushed through the scrotal ring, before it too, traveled down the length of my quickening erection. I had no idea what was about to happen and my breathing became more rapid.

"Shhhhhhhhh," Madam Sara spoke softly into my ear, her soothing voice immediately restoring a sense of calm over my body, "no need to panic little one. Calm your breathing while I explain the purpose for your visit today. Your Mistress and I have been discussing how you felt you might be able to escape your chastity belt if you really tried. You see, the plastic chastity belts make great toys but when it comes to locking that little cock up securely, there is no substitute for a custom built metal cage. In order to ensure we have a very tight but comfortable fit, we need to take some measurements of your little cock and in order to do that, I need this useless erection to deflate. So your Mistress and I are going to spend some girl time while you shrink back to normal."

With a hard open palm slap across the top of my penis, I listened to her heels click softly, the sound steadily dissipating until I was left in silent darkness and alone with my thoughts. My mind skimmed over every naughty and sensual thought in my head for what seemed like hours, doing nothing to combat my still raging hard-on. Using extreme concentration, I cleared my head of all thoughts and enjoyed the silence. I did not even notice that my erection had abated and shrunken down to its normal, tiny size.

Suddenly I was awakened from my meditative state as I felt a smooth strip of silken cloth, no wider than half an inch, encircle my flaccid penis. After just a few moments measured in breaths, my cock began to stir from the subtle caress of the fabric and just as quick, the strip was whipped away suddenly leaving me to fend off yet another futile erection. 

"Just taking a quick measurement, my pet." Mistress Sara whispered into my ear so quietly that the wind from her breath resounded louder than her words. "I will return once that little worm goes soft again. We have many more to go so I suggest you try to control yourself as I am going to leave you just as you are until I have you sized up perfectly."

And then she was gone as quickly as she appeared. Surely she must have removed her six-inch heels or I would have heard the menacing clickity-clack of her steps as she approached. My mind began to wander and I found myself wondering what other articles of clothing she might have shed, not exactly a thought that helped me control my hard-on. This is going to be a long day, I thought to myself, and I was not wrong.




How I Became a Chastized Cuckold Ch. 08



Over the course of what seemed like days, as anyone who has experienced sensory deprivation can attest to, Mistress Sara returned multiple times to take over twenty measurements of my limp penis without a single word being spoken to me. My shoulders were aching from the strain of my bondage, my thighs were constantly shaking, and my jaw felt like it would be permanently fixed in the open position. I suddenly felt two pairs of arms freeing my own from above my head. As they lowered my arms and brought them behind my back, the blood rushed back into my shoulder joints causing me to scream a muffled wail that died at the gag sealing my lips. Both sets of smooth feminine hands gently massaged my shoulders, agonizing at first but quickly turning into relief. They allowed my breathing to calm down before unlocking my legs and guiding me a few steps, turning me around and lifting me slightly to a sitting position on an slightly elevated bench.

"Lie back," my wife started in the most serene and calming voice I ever heard her use. "Lie back and rest for a few moments before we restrain you again. There is still one more thing we need to do."

At that moment, I did not care about what else these two vixens had in mind. My only concern was regaining control of my aching joints and quivering limbs. I welcomed the chance to lie down and made no sound. After a few minutes, my arms were brought to my sides and securely fastened to the bench, three straps were placed across my midsection and pulled snug, and my legs were lifted onto elevated platforms and quickly buckled into place, leaving my legs spread apart and my groin vulnerable. At that moment I realized that I was fastened to a gynecological table. I guess this is how women feel when they go for their annual appointment, minus the restraints of course.

The penis gag was violently ripped from my mouth, the ridge of the penis head raking against the back of my lips and pulling them slightly forward before sliding off and returning to their normal location. It took an enormous amount of effort to close my jaw after being forced open for such an extended period of time. Just as quickly, my world went from absolute darkness to blinding white as the leather hood was untied and yanked off my head. Perspiration on my face and clinging to my hair met the cool atmosphere of the dank dungeon causing my whole body to shiver from a sudden chill. Through fluttering eyelids, my vision began to return in small unobstructed dots as my eyes slowly adjusted to the medieval but ample lighting surrounding the bench.

Jana leaned over the bench and her moist, ruby lips pressed against my own as her tongue slowly inched forward in a passionate kiss. Even the small movements affected the lingering torment in my jaw but her embrace seemed to smooth the discomfort into subdued silence. I saw her shiny blond hair cascading around my face now that my vision had returned to normal.

"Now that I have you strapped to my medical table," Mistress Sara stated audaciously while she slowly stepped closer to the table between my spread legs, "we can finalize the plans for your new chastity belt. You see, what the plastic chastity belts lack is something to keep that tiny cock from pulling out the back end of it, even if it is somewhat difficult. As small as you are, I can't believe you didn't fall out. Your new cage will have an added security feature that will ensure you stay locked away, a metal bar that will be inserted through the piercing we are about to give you."

My body tensed up so badly that if I didn't relax quickly, a serious cramp would develop in every single one of my muscles. Knowing that a sharp needle would soon be forced through the most sensitive flesh on my body sent my overtaxed mind into a state of pure panic. Beads of sweat instantly surfaced on my skin and my eyes flashed of pure, unrelenting fear. My wife slowly and gently ran her fingers through my hair, trying to calm the torrential storm inside my mind. After a few moments, my body began to relax but my eyes still portrayed the intense fear in my heart.

"Your sexy Mistress and I have already decided which piercing to use." Sara voiced, ignoring all signs of my fear. "The chastity belts I purchase can be used with 2 different types of piercing. The first one is called a Prince Albert. I use a curved needle that I insert into your dirty little piss hole and push it until it protrudes out the bottom of your cock head. I then insert a ring and solder it together making it completely irremovable, unless of course you want to rip it out. The second type is called a frenum piercing. For this one I use a straight needle and pierce the bottom of your cock just behind the helmet. Then we replace the needle with a barbell type rod and solder the rounded ends to the shaft, once again making the piercing permanent."

All this talk of pushing a sharp needle through my cock left my penis shriveled, as if it could climb inside of me and be rescued from its precarious predicament. I want to tell you, cold water shrinkage has nothing on the knowledge of having your cock impaled by a foreign object. As if this brutally evil woman could read my mind, she continued with her lecture.

"Since your Mistress likes to see the head of your uncircumcised cock, we decided to go with the frenum piercing. But first I need to get that disgraceful sissy clit good and hard, otherwise it would just be too small to handle. I know just the way to stop that little worm from retreating. I have seen you looking at my body, wondering what I look like without my clothes on. I should whip your balls into oblivion for letting your imagination undress me but I can hardly blame a chastised cuckold who hasn't had sex for many months for fantasizing what a woman looks like in the nude."

Lady Sara reached her hands above her shoulders, grasped the tightly stretched latex near the sides of her neck, and in one quick and violent motion, tore the upper shoulder material from the dress. Free of its upper support, the taut black material retracted downward rapidly, coming to a rest just above her tits with the sudden crack of a snapping rubber band. My eyes locked with her heaving chest as she gripped the frayed remnant of the upper garment and slowly began to drag it over her breasts. The sound of the latex sliding along her pale white skin was not unlike that of dragging your hand over an inflated balloon. My devious wife helped me raise my head so I experienced a clear view of Sara's tits as they were stretched toward the ground before being released from the compressed confines of the latex, catapulting upwards and giggling before coming to rest in their natural perky location. 

I have longed for even the slightest glimpse of Sara's bare chest, a feat that seemed would be forever denied to me up until about 10 seconds ago. Even though my lips broke into a satisfied smile, it was not my mouth that gave away my level of excitement but how rapidly my cock came back to life and began getting erect. The sight of her pink nipples and firm C-cup tits was more than enough to do the job but she wasn't quite done yet.

Mistress Sara looked me straight in the eye as she continued. "Well, Well. If my breasts get you excited that quickly, the sight of my pussy should put that little cock at full attention. I bet you have wondered if I am a natural redhead or not. Do you want to find out?"

I simply nodded my head slowly, almost involuntary, as if my body didn't give a shit about any rational thought from my brain. Sara stepped back to ensure I had a full view of her hourglass figure while Jana maintained the elevation of my head. Acquiring a large buck knife from a nearby table, she slowly ran the sharp edge of the blade against the lower portion of the thinly stretched latex, starting at the bottom hem of the garment just above her knee, tracing up the outside of her right thigh, and ending at the bunched up material around her waist. I could see a thin white line that was left behind as the blade scored the material. Sara grabbed the pile of latex from the upper part of her outfit and with the sharp end of the blade facing out, sliced it cleanly with one quick flick of her wrist. The white line running up her right thigh began to grow slightly thicker until the material could no longer hold. With the abrupt crack of a popping balloon, the material disappeared just as quickly leaving this gorgeous woman standing completely naked, with her legs spread ever so slightly apart and the knife dangling daintily from her right finger tips.

"I suppose you will just have to guess if I am a natural redhead or not since my pussy hasn't seen a single strand of pubic hair in over three years." She laughed loudly as she continued, "My faithful cuckold husband keeps me well groomed at all times if he wants to cum anytime in the near future."

My wife and I both allowed our hungry eyes to feast on Sara's milky white skin, devouring every inch of her perfect complexion from head to toe. Sara was not lying. Her pussy mound was completely smooth without the slightest trace of razor burn or skin irritation. The folds of her pussy tucked close together, allowing no light between her glistening slit while her bright pink clit peaked out from the top of the fold. It would be difficult to find anyone who disputed that Sara possessed one of the most perfect looking cunts in the world. At the very least, my penis was not disagreeing and was now pointing directly at the dark ceiling, so completely hard that it refused to fall backwards and I swear I could feel the skin of my cock stretching.

Satisfied that we had eaten our fill, Sara approached the medical table and began talking as she seated herself on a lower stool and began to adorn her long and skinny hands in blue latex gloves. "Now that I have more than two inches to work with, we can get started on your new modification. Before you ask, I do not use any numbing gel. You will feel every bit of the needle piercing your cock but don't worry, I have heard it is just a quick pinch followed by a little bit of burning and then it is over." 

My wife continued to hold my head up, obviously wanting me to watch the entire process. Even though I felt apprehensive and panicked, I couldn't help but stare at this naughty woman working between my legs. If my depraved penis had any thoughts of going soft, they were soon forgotten as Sara began to massage rubbing alcohol up and down my swollen cock. She used copious amounts, far more than needed and I could feel the excess run down my tightened ball sack before dripping onto the floor. I watched in shock as her hands raised above the table with a needle far thicker than any I have ever seen. My breathing came in sharp short gasps as I started to brace what I now knew was going to be more than a little prick and burn. My fear made it seem even bigger, making me wonder if it would go through half of my cock.

Jana stroked my hair as she explained the size of the needle. "In order for the piercing to work as a security device for your new chastity belt, we need to use a large gauge needle to get the proper size dumbbell inserted. We could have started small and worked our way up, but I figured that you would want one and done. Now take a deep breath and brace yourself cucky."

No sooner had I taken a breath and I watched Sara position the needle at the underside of my rock hard cock, just a millimeter or two behind my swollen cockhead and felt the slightest pin prick as the needle rested against the flesh. My only warning was the wide toothy smile on Sara's face as she suddenly jammed the needle cleanly through my cock, only stopping when the end of the sharp surgical steel came to rest on my skin. The pain was like nothing I had ever felt before. The shear amount of nerve endings in that sensitive area of my cock individually cried out in protest. The minor burn she described felt like I just dipped my dick in a deep fryer. It took everything in my power to not scream like I was being brutally murdered, instead I groaned a deep growl that resonated throughout the dark dungeon and I tried to breathe through the pain.

"Lady Jana," Mistress Sara spat in a very domineering tone, "I need his penis to stay erect while I finish inserting the bar, otherwise the piercing might migrate. Stroke him just enough to maintain his hard-on."

Jana climbed up on the table, her smooth and toned thighs rubbing against my cheeks as she straddled my face. The smell of her sex was overpowering and the pheromones drove me wild with lust. Unable to tear my eyes away from her obviously moist and abused slit, I wanted, no needed, to taste her juices with every inner fiber of my being. Wrapping her right hand around the base of my newly punctured cock, she looked over her shoulder at me. "Don't you dare shoot that pathetic load slave. If I so much as see a single spurt leave that piss hole, I will have Mistress Sara pierce you ten more times. Do you understand me Bitch?"

"Yes Mistress!!" I was barely able to reply before she lowered her pussy onto my waiting lips. I immediately darted my tongue between the slick folds of her labia and was rewarded with a gush of warm fluid from her stretched inner canal. Jana began to slowly dry stoke my aching erection, each motion of the skin eliciting a muffled complaint from my flesh covered mouth in response to the slight tugging sensation of the broken skin surrounding the large gauge needle. Despite the discomfort of the piercing, my cock had no problems maintaining its aroused condition.

Suddenly my cock ignited in agony as rubbing alcohol was poured over the broken skin. I screamed out in pain but my torment was lost inside my wife's body. The vibrations of my retort found their own use reverberating against Jana's engorged clitoris, a fact easily betrayed by the quickening of her breath, the tightening of her fist around my cock, and the low moans escaping her lips. Like a slap across the face, it finally occurred to me that my evil little cuckoldress was getting off on the pain I was experiencing. "My God," I thought to myself, "I created a fucking monster. A sadistic little bitch of a monster." And I loved every little bit.

Just as I was beginning to worry about cumming, Mistress Sara inserted the rod over the needle and began to twist the piercing into the opening forged by the lancet. I couldn't believe that the rod was even larger in diameter than the huge gauge needle she used earlier. As the stainless steel bar wiggled its way, millimeter by millimeter, into my open wound, the excruciating pain I experienced far exceeded the original intrusion of the needle. My body bucked, barely moving thanks to the heavy restraints, and I made no attempt to hold back my screams, knowing that my cries would remain muffled by Jana's pelvis.

My screams sent shivers up my wife's spine and she began to rock her cunt across my lips, a response, no doubt born from the increase in sound wave stimulation to her over sensitive clitoris. Her release came quickly and violently, her lithe body tensing every muscle and clamping my head mercilessly between her thighs causing me to temporarily forget the torture below my waist and worry about having my skull crushed. She screamed out in pure animalistic pleasure between shallow and abrupt breaths, her eyes squinted tightly shut, and her grip on my suffering penis tightening like a vice.

As the piercing finished its passage through the underside of my cock, Jana's clamping thighs began to relax as she came down from her sexual high. She slowly raised her pussy from my face, leaving my cheeks, chin, and mouth glistening from her juices and her taste imbedded on my lips. Her thighs continued to shake as she allowed her breathing to resume a normal pace and she renewed her efforts at maintaining my hardness through long, deliberate, and slow strokes.

"That looked like fun," Mistress Sara playfully said to my wife as she began to screw a small but weighty sphere onto each end of my piercing. The relentless and grueling pain in my loins was replaced by a dull burning sensation as my naked and devious tormentor heated up the piercing with a cordless soldering iron and allowed the filler metal to inject between the threaded connections before hardening into a solid joint. The moderate heat cauterized what little flow of blood remained.

"All done cuckold," Mistress Sara began in a compassionate tone. "Your new piercing is now permanent and will require a professional to remove it. I could do it of course, but I won't."

"I love it," Jana exclaimed with a grin that spanned from ear to ear. "Can I touch it now?"

"Absolutely! Let me show you how to care for the piercing so it doesn't get infected and require amputation," Mistress Sara said, laughing at the sudden tensing of my body in response to the word amputation and grabbing the now cooled steel barbell. "Over the next two weeks, you need to clean the piercing with rubbing alcohol and turn the piercing a few complete revolutions to ensure that the jewelry remains free. You need to do this a few times a day, the more the better. If you keep it clean and allow it plenty of air, it should be healed in two weeks without any problems, just enough time for his new cage to arrive."

My leather clad wife maintained her dainty grip at the base of my hard cock and used her right hand to lightly tug and spin the piercing, causing me sharp stabs of manageable pain due to the freshness of the wound. She studied it from every different angle until her curiosity was satisfied before dismounting the medical table and walking deeper into the dank dungeon with her naked companion. My eyes took in every moment as I watched these two beauties walk away, sighing in defeat when they were no longer in sight. I remained isolated, strapped to a medical table, my legs spread wide and leaving my penis, testicles, and asshole exposed and completely defenseless, while my erection deflated and the newly added weight dragged the head between my legs.

After a short while, Mistress Sara, her nakedness now contained by a conservative, emerald green dress, returned to my side and unbuckled my restraints. After pulling me up into a standing position and helping me balance on shaky legs, the tall, slender woman grabbed the metal rings of my wrist restraints, and with surprising strength, brought both of my hands to the small of my back before forcefully pushing me forward and leading me out of the dungeon. 

Jana, her leather harness replaced with the red pleated skirt and black tube top, threw my clothes at my feet and ordered me to get dressed. I voiced no comment and quickly donned the baggy grey slacks and black polo shirt, gracious for the ability to hide my nakedness and ease the vulnerability I felt. My wife said nothing more until we were in the car and on our way home.

"Thank you for taking your piercing like a man," my wife said sincerely. "I hope you didn't think that I was too much of a bitch, but Sara has this uncanny ability of freeing this dominant personality from within me."

"I only hope I didn't embarrass you, Mistress," I replied, staring at my feet, and realizing for the first time that I still wore the wrist and ankle straps locked on my appendages.

"I want you to look at your wife while talking to me right now," her tone notably softer and compassionate. "Did the piercing hurt you too badly?"

Forcing myself from my submissive feelings, I met her gaze. "It hurt more than anything I have ever felt before, exceedingly more than when you and your sister had fun playing punter. Please don't interpret that to mean I didn't enjoy it. Deep down, I know I am a masochist, enjoying pain like some messed up freak. When I was screaming part of that emotion came from pleasure, even if it was a small part of it. Being bound and giving up all control excited me just as much. I hope that doesn't scare you too much."




How I Became a Chastized Cuckold Ch. 08



"On the contrary, my dear little slave, I think you are turning me into a strict little sadist and I am enjoying it. In addition, it means so much to me that you are becoming more comfortable admitting your deepest, darkest desires to me. Keep it up and I promise to do my best to ensure every single one of your desires are met."

"May I ask what you and Lady Sara were up to when you left me strapped to the medical table?" I asked, in a slightly submissive tone, hoping I didn't overstep any boundaries.

"Certainly cucky," Jana replied without the slightest amount of reservation. "She was going to place the order for your new chastity cage but I explained to her that is was very important that I be the one to order your new device. I wanted to be responsible for buying the cage that would prevent you from escaping during a moment of weakness so she called her contact and allowed me to place the order. I could tell the lady on the other end of the line was very interested in helping a man have his cock locked away and couldn't stifle a burst of laughter when we told her your measurements. She was very grateful when I told her that I would send her some pictures to use for the site once we had you safely locked away and told me that your new cage would be here in less than two weeks."

"I am starting to get hard hearing you talk about my new cage," I admitted to her.

"Don't get used to it," she said laughing loudly. "Your new cage is much smaller than the CB-6000 and will prevent even the slightest erection. You will remain mostly out of your cage until the new one shows up to allow for frequent cleanings and inspections, but don't even fantasize about having freedom to stroke your puny dicklette. Your hands will be bound behind your back whenever you are unsupervised and you will sleep in the guest bedroom tethered to the bed posts. I will lock you up when you go to work or I send you to run a few errands that I have planned for you, but we will discuss those once we get home."

"Yes Mistress," I respectfully replied as she turned the car onto the freeway and headed towards home.

To be continued...



How I Became a Chastized Cuckold



She stared at me with complete satisfaction, "Very good baby. I adore how you understand your precarious position. You may use my bullets to help bring me off again and then I will go cook us some dinner."

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful. When we lay down in bed Jana looked more relaxed than she had in a very long time. Clearly she was at ease since there was not even a remote hint of having to have sex. I am sure my decreased motivation in bed lead partly to this peace.

"Is wearing the chastity belt causing you any more pain or discomfort than earlier?" she asked in a gentle voice that truly indicated how much she cared for me, "I know it is a little tight. I wanted to make sure you wouldn't be able to escape."

I told her there was no pain and little if any discomfort. The CB-6000 was actually very comfortable although in fairness I had only been wearing it for a few hours

"I am a little embarrassed that your sister saw my files." I said, "She must think I am some kind of freak and if your parents find out I am not sure I could face them." 

She ran her hand up and down my chest and tried to reassure me, "Don't worry about Christina. She promised me she would keep her mouth shut as long as we showed her what a penis in a chastity belt looked like. We actually spent about two hours talking about how to broach the subject to you. So you see, she knows quite a bit more about your situation then you thought."

I blushed as that fact absorbed into my mind.

"She actually bet me that you would never actually allow me to put you in chastity. I can't wait to collect on that bet one day. The next time she comes over I want you to offer to show her you restrained dick."

"Yes dear." I replied submissively.

We cuddled together in each other's arms and fell asleep with a comfort that had long since evaded us.

I awoke in the morning to a very sharp pain in my stomach. My balls were pulled very tight because of my bodies' normal attempt at morning wood. The discomfort I felt while awake and trying to stiffen was usually enough to deter the body from the attempt but during the night, while I slept, my body seemed oblivious to the pain in my balls. After fighting the pain for a few agonizing minutes the swelling decreased and the pain subsided. That was going to take some getting used to. Perhaps my body would learn not to make a feeble attempt at an erection. I could hope anyway. 

I got up and went to the bathroom to take a piss. I almost started to pee standing up before I caught myself and decided that it might be better to sit down to piss from now on. There was much less of a chance at making a mess I would have to clean up. When I was finished I grabbed a few Q-tips and cleaned out the dome of the plastic shell. I didn't know what effect urine would have festering inside the cage but I figured it wouldn't be good.

After making coffee I took a cup upstairs and gently nudged Jana to wake her up. When she opened her eyes she immediately put her hand to my crotch.

"Oh wow, for a second there I thought last night was just a dream but it's true!" she said as her waking eyes suddenly brightened to a warm glow, "We really have locked your penis up!" 

She smiled and her other hand went for the key on the necklace, settled gently between her supple breasts.

"Yes honey, you now own my cock and decide when I get to cum." 

She jumped out of bed with excitement in her eyes thanking me for the cup of coffee, "I can get used to this!" 

I realized how nice it was that today was the start of a three day weekend for me. I had three days to get accustomed to my new captivity before attempting to conceal the plastic lump behind a business suit. As an afterthought I decided I would try on one of my suits later to see just what trouble I was in for. 

Jana came down from getting ready and gave me a passionate kiss before heading for the door. As she opened the door she turned around and showed me the key around her neck. "You behave yourself today. I guess you will have plenty of time to get some housework done since you won't be jerking off today!" laughing quite loudly as she walked out the door.

The only thought that came to my mind was "Damn! She's Right!"

I spent the day both relaxing and cleaning up around the house. I hopped on the computer to look at some of my favorite cuckold material but I couldn't do it very long due to the tension the cage created on my balls. The cage didn't give me much trouble but I could tell the back of my scrotum where the back ring rested was a little irritated. I would have Jana look at it when she got home. I tried on one of my suits, and to my surprise, the cage didn't bulge out very much. It seemed that it would remain quite concealed. I was glad I wouldn't have to make awkward explanations at work.

When Jana got home I met her at the door and was rewarded with a very wet kiss. She asked me to come upstairs with her. Once we were in the bedroom she told me to disrobe and I did so quickly without any protest. Once I was fully nude except for the piece of plastic encasing my penis she got down to business. 

"Come over here and remove my clothes!" she said in a demanding voice. 

Damn, just her tone made my cock start to go hard before it met the resistance of the cage. 

I removed her clothes slowly as she talked to me about how horney she was all day. "It was so hard to keep my mind on my work. All I could think about was you waiting at home for me, frustrated because you couldn't jerk off. Did you miss being able to masturbate today?" 

I told her I did. "I looked at some of my favorite material but couldn't do so for long because of the discomfort. I wanted to cum badly but there was nothing I could do about it. Besides you did not give me permission."

I told her about the minor irritation on my scrotum and after taking a quick look she got some baby oil from the bathroom and rubbed a small amount on the reddened skin. It seemed to relieve the discomfort pretty quickly. I was proud of my little evil wife. She really must have done her research to have such a quick remedy at hand. 

"I know you can't cum until tomorrow but I want to come right now. Time to do your duty my little chaste hubby." 

I went to it right away, spending about ten minutes until she shot off with another loud, explosive orgasm.

"Oh....Oh, my god! I am going to cum all over your face! Don't fucking stop! Ohhhhhh..." she screamed.

She really seemed to let go lately. I could always tell when she came but now people on the other side of the country would know. She thanked me and I grabbed her robe and slipped it over her shoulders. I was treating her like a queen and I was sure she was enjoying it.

The rest of the day sped by and the next morning I met the same painful situation as the previous day. My shuffling in bed woke my wife this time and she saw the reason for my restlessness.

"Wow, your balls seem like they are really stretched. Does it hurt real badly?"

I told her it was painful but I went through the same thing the previous morning and just needed to let it settle out. 

With a smile that showed me she was proud of me she rolled over and fell back asleep.

I let Jana sleep in and when she awoke around ten o'clock I had a cup of coffee waiting for her. 

"I want you to take care of the yard today and after dinner we can give you a much deserved orgasm." 

With a little extra spring in my step, I made quick work of the yard. While Jana enjoyed her day off I worked on a few of my projects I have been putting off for a while. It made it a little easier to keep myself busy instead of thinking about being able to cum later that day. 

After dinner I cleaned up the dishes and made my way upstairs where Jana was waiting for me stark naked on the bed twirling the key to my chastity belt around her finger. 

"Do you want to be allowed to cum tonight?"

I told her I did but that decision resided with her. 

"So you are telling me that if I told you I changed my mind about tonight you wouldn't be mad at me?" 

I told her matter of factly, "I wouldn't be mad as it is your decision to make. I might be disappointed but I realize that if you feel I don't deserve an orgasm you don't have to let me have one." 

She actually gleamed with joy. Within moments she had inserted the key in the lock and I watched as the hasp sprang free. She made the withdrawal of the cage more dramatic than it had to be but I didn't care as it felt good to be out of the cage. The moment the rush of air hit my cock it began to grow in earnest. 

Jana laid back and spread her legs for me. I wasted no time inserting my hard prick into her wanton hole. This moment felt more wonderful than just sex. This act meant so more because I had to wait for it. I went slowly to enjoy the sensation. It seemed that my desire to please in bed was back. After a few minutes Jana opened up and a gush of warmth engulfed my cock. I waited for her to come down and drove forth with gusto. Within seconds I was shooting off powerful spurts of cum into her moist pussy. I collapsed on her, my breathing labored and my heart racing. 

After a few minutes we decided to get a shower during which Jana made me clean my genitals very good and freshly shave my pubic hairs. There was no doubt I was going back in the cage, not that I thought there would be any.

Satisfied with how the evening turned out Jana had me lay on the bed while she fitted my cage. She placed the lock through the pin and snapped the lock shut. 

"I hope you enjoyed that because we are going to shoot for 2 weeks before your next release. Think you can handle that?" she asked with a wicked little grin.

I gave her a wide smile, "It looks like I am going to have to handle it. You are the one setting the date and there is nothing I can do about it without your key." To Be Continued...