Carter's
Ordeal
The voice had been so
clear in his mind and the compulsion was so great that first he had taken off
his clothes, tried to get the heels on without much success and taken the
pictures and sent them to his wife's phone.
He had waited for what he figured was forever before he heard her voice
again. This
time, she was telling him to use a debilitating cream on his body
hair. The voice even told him where to
find the cream and how to use it. He was
almost sure that Georgia was playing some type of trick on him. Perhaps she had planted a tape recorder and
set it to play at a particular time but the voice seemed to be inside his head
and not outside of his brain. He shook
his head to try and clear it and then sent her another text message asking if
it was really her that was sending the instructions. Almost immediately his head was filled with
her voice. This time, she sounded angry and insisting that he let the cream
stay on an additional 15 minutes although he was sure that would cause chemical
burns. But regardless of his fears, he knew he had to obey.
And so after soaking
in a hot bath to soften his hair, applying the pink cream liberally all over
his body and waiting the required time he began wiping off the cream with paper
towels. This was agony because his skin
was so severely reddened and irritated.
When he was satisfied that the vast majority of his hair had been melted
away he climbed back in the tub and set the shower to cold. He could barely stand to use a thick terry
towel on his body but when he was through he was pleased to see a completely
hairless body looking back at him in the mirror. Taking his phone,
he quickly snapped several pictures and sent them to his wife's phone. This time,
he actually got a text message back.
"You are such a sissy bitch."
It began. "I bet you wished
you had allowed me to put you in that chastity tube, don't you?"
Carter quickly typed
out another text telling Georgia that he would do anything she wanted if she
would just come home. His phone chimed
with an incoming message. His heart fell
as he read what she had written. "I
won't be coming home until you are firmly locked in that chastity tube and it
better be the one with the sharp spikes.
You can text me the pictures while you are being fitted. Oh, and
make sure you wear a pair of my panties.
I am sure Charles will enjoy seeing you in all your sissy glory. Better yet why don't you spend tomorrow
shopping for your own lingerie? Just
keep your mind open when you enter the store and I will tell you what to
buy."
At that point, two thoughts came into Carter's mind
simultaneously. The first was that he
needed to start cleaning up the house.
But this compulsion was different than the one he had the previous
weekend. This
time, everything was specific and he had to do the chores in exactly the
correct order and each task had to be finished before he could start
another. There would be no wasted effort
or any task left half done. The other
thought that came to his mind was that he was exceedingly horny. He was still naked and his cock stood out
prominently from his body. His balls
felt that they were so full that they would burst at any second and he wanted
to bring himself off with his hand. His
mind kept telling him to stroke his cock but when he tried to do so his hand
would not quite reach the straining flesh.
He tried to move closer to the sofa hoping that he would be able to rub
himself against the arm but he could only come within a few inches. As he walked through the archway leading to
the hall closet where he kept the vacuum he thought he might be able to hump
himself against the wall but something caused him to pass right by without so
much as grazing the arch with his cock.
He moaned in frustration as he looked down and saw a large dollop of
precum oozing out of his slit. And then
another urge hit him and this time, his
fingers could graze the tip of his cock and extract that slippery morsel which
he immediately put into his mouth and rolled it around his teeth and gums. And that action caused his balls to swell
even more.
His frustration
continued for the next two hours as he went from one chore to the other. By the
time he had finished vacuuming the carpets wearing his high heels his feet were
in agony but for some reason even that ache caused him to think of sex. He was almost finished cleaning out the
refrigerator and washing the dishes he had removed from it when he finally
noticed that his cock had returned to normal.
He breathed a sigh of relief because he no longer had to worry about the
warnings on some ed medication ads he had seen on the television where they
told you to call your doctor is you had an erection lasting for more than four
hours. But then all that thinking about
his flaccid cock made it start to twitch a little bit and then it began to grow
back to full mast.
It was midnight
before his cleaning urge went away. He
made his way to the bathroom and decided to take a nice cold shower to try and
get some relief from his straining cock.
The cold water did seem to do the trick and his cock began to go
down. As he soaped his body he found
that his hands could now touch himself in an intimate way. As he pulled back the foreskin to wash his
sensitive flesh he again felt his cock begin to swell. Even the cold water was not enough
distraction for him and he desperately wanted to begin pumping his flesh. He was able to stroke his cock a few time
bringing himself right to the edge of orgasm but he could not bring himself
over that point. A low groan escaped
from his lips as he realized that somehow someone was manipulating him and he
suspected that it was Georgia. "Why
are you doing this to me?" He cried
out.
Then he heard the
voice in his head, "Don't be such a sniveling little bitch. Would you rather I took away your ability to
have an erection altogether. Perhaps that would be best. I wouldn't need to keep you in chastity or
keep watch over you to make sure you don't play with yourself. Now go to bed. You have a lot of work to do tomorrow before
your afternoon shopping trip."
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