Cruel Wife – Slave Husband
The Day The World Changed: Don’s View
I have no idea how it happened. I was holding my own with Sandy and then she
asked that damn question, “Do you want me to put you in a chastity
device?” I bet my mouth must have fallen
open about a foot wide. For that was the
one thing I had always dreamed of.
Nothing could have made me happier than to have my wife lock my cock up
and keep the key. And then she would
make me beg on hands and knees to be allowed out to cum. And then I looked at her face and I knew she
could see the truth in my eyes. Her lips
started to curve upward and I knew right then that my life would never be the
same again. For better or worse, she had
me exactly where she wanted me. And yet,
I said sheepishly, “Yes, I do want you to control my orgasms.”
And then she sprung the trap, “I am going to make all your
dreams come true,” she said with a wide grin.
She told me to pour her coffee and make her breakfast and
then we would go for a ride. Well, let
me tell you that was also a shock; as I had never made breakfast for her in the
15 years that we have been married. At least, she didn’t demand that I make her
something exotic. All she wanted was
bacon, eggs, and toast. I had made that for myself many times before
we were married. Looking back now making
that bacon for her was a lot different than how she had me do it today.
As soon as she finished, she went upstairs and got
dressed. I was hoping that she would put
on the leather from the night before, but I guess that was too much to
ask. I am sure that she would want to
hang it outside to air out a little bit before trying to wear it again. But she did come down wearing a short skirt,
a nice blouse, and high-heeled
sandals. I was amazed how good she
looked for what she had looked like the night before when she arrived
home. Even her hair looked like it had
been freshly styled.
“Okay,” she told me.
Let’s go for a little ride and pick up my car and your reward I promised
you if you were good. And I did notice
that you did a reasonably good job of the laundry. I will have to give you some folding lessons,
but then I am going to have to give you a lot of different kinds of lessons,
but let’s talk about that later when you are safely locked away.”
God, you cannot
imagine how hard I was at that moment.
Sandy even took notice of the big tent in my pants and laughed. “Enjoy it while you can. It will be a long time before you will have
that feeling again.”
I should have backed out right then. I could tell that she was looking forward to
this far more than she should be. There
was a whole lot more going through her pretty head than just locking up my cock
and making me beg to cum. She had a much
bigger agenda, and even though I realized that
I was powerless to object. At that moment, I would have promised her anything if
she would just put me in chastity.
She directed me to a small bar/club at the edge of town and
told me to wait until she got into her car and then to follow her home. I don’t know if I was relieved to see her car
in a bar parking lot or not. After all,
what could she have done in a bar? But,
then how did she get home and where did she go with somebody before he took her
home? I watched as Sandy lifted the back
hatch of her car and pulled out a large bag and put it in the front seat with
her. She then started the car and headed
back towards our house as I followed in my car behind.
By the time I got into
the driveway, got out of my car and into the house, Sandy had already
disappeared upstairs. I guess I knew
exactly where she was headed and so I made my way to the bedroom.
“I suggest that you take all your clothes off and go take a
shower. Make sure you wash your little
weenie good because it is going to quite
some time before it will be seeing the light of day again. But if you know what is good for you, you
will not masturbate. If I even suspect
that you have brought yourself off, this deal is over.”
And that was my out clause but like a damned fool, I didn’t take it.
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