Heather's Fantasy or "Thank God that's the last time"

Two years ago, Bill, my husband and I were in our late forties and our sex life was boring. We made love in a traditional manner, with a little bit of petting and then I would get my vibrator out as he had never been able to bring me to an orgasm with penetration. As I loosened up as a result of the vibrator and came close to orgasm I would invite him to enter me, which nearly always ruined my orgasm each time, and Bill would pump half a dozen strokes and cum in me. Persistence with my vibrator usually brought me off and my orgasm would push Bill’s now limp and tiny dick out.

Hardly exciting.

You might ask why I didn’t just complete my orgasm before inviting him in, which is a good question. The main reason is that I tightened up after orgasm so much that Bill could not enter me without hurting me.

As a result, I was unenthusiastic about sex and found excuses as much as possible. Our sex life got less and less frequent, and on his last birthday I found yet another excuse not to go to bed after lunch with him to give him his “birthday treat”. Bill snapped at me that he may as well be castrated for all the sexual enjoyment he got.

I was amazed to find that I got immediately wet between my legs, and for the rest of the day every time I thought about what he had said, this excited glow spread out from my sex keeping me wet and horny. When we eventually did go to bed, I surprised him by inviting him straight in to me and told him just to finish off inside me quickly – without my vibrator.

He was delighted, but amazed and asked me what brought that on – to which I lied and said that I just wanted to give him his birthday present after all.

He turned over and went quickly to sleep, leaving me with cum leaking out. As I turned over his suggestion about castration over and over in my mind, I used his cum as lubrication and stroked myself to orgasm after orgasm until I fell asleep from exhaustion.

The following day, while he was out at work, I sat at our computer and Googled “human male castration”. I was so interested in what I found that I read almost all of the stories. Particularly ones where the man voluntarily was castrated to please his wife.

Over the next few weeks, this kept going round and round in my mind and I surprised my husband by being enthusiastic about frequent love making. This time it was my husband who found that he couldn’t keep up with my demands. I kept asking him to come in and pleasure me without using my vibrator and he failed miserably, either cumming in ten strokes or (with me demanding sex every day and sometimes twice), he just couldn’t even keep an erection. Each time, after he had cum prematurely (or failed to keep it up), but always failing miserably to bring me to orgasm, I would close my eyes, imagine he was castrated, and bring myself off in front of him berating him for his failing to please me.

Night after night masturbating to the idea of my husband being castrated, I eventually rounded on him and it was my turn to tell him that for all the good he was to me, he might as well be castrated.

He responded vehemently that it might make for a quieter life if he was, as then there would be no question about whether he could or he couldn’t get it up, and I could just masturbate in peace.

We just looked at each other in stunned silence and then I pulled him into my arms and we just went to sleep in each other’s arms.

The following night, I told him that I had looked up male castration on the internet and told him about some of the sites I had found. He thought I had only been looking that day, and he did not realise that I had been looking at these sites for weeks, and I didn’t let on.

Rather shyly, he suggested I show him and we browsed mostly stories together. The ones about men being castrated by their wives, or men being castrated for their wives, were the most interesting to us. We talked it over at great length, and I asked my husband if he would consent to castration if I asked him to. He thought about it for quite some time before he answered that if I wanted him castrated, that he would consent to have them cut off.

My sexual demands and his ability to meet them did not improve, and the more we talked about it, the more interested we became in really having him castrated.

After one disappointing night while we were on holiday in a hotel, with a bathroom with lots of mirrors in it, he stepped out of the shower and I could see that his balls were hanging real low. I told him that his cock would really look better without those big balls hanging there. That's all I had to say. He told me that when we got back home that he was going to get castrated, and be done with my innuendos.

I asked him if he really meant it and he said yes. I told him that I would go along with that decision if he truly wanted to be castrated. I asked him what I would do if I got horny, and needed more than masturbation once in a while. He told me that he would orally satisfy me or I could find a lover on the side if I needed a cock. He said he wouldn't mind if I had sex with another man as long as he was the one I came home to.

When we got home, we looked for a surgeon who would do the castration for us. We made the arrangements and when the day came, early in the morning we drove to the private hospital where the procedure would be carried out.

When we were let in to see the surgeon, he made us feel very comfortable and talked through with us why we wanted the procedure. He reminded us that Bill would never be able to father any more children (we are empty nesters) and that we would both need to sign a consent form. He then told us that after the operation, Bill’s sexual desires and ability to have an erection would both decline and that after anything from two weeks to six months his desires and ability would be zero. He was pretty blunt, obviously making sure we both wanted this and also knew what it meant. Bill was adamant, but I couldn’t help noticing that he had an almost constant erection bulge in his trousers.

Finally, the surgeon asked if we were ready. I looked at Bill and asked him if he was ready to go through with it. He nodded that he was, and we both signed the consent form and I kissed him a thank you.

The procedure was set for an hour later, and we were shown to a private single bed hospital room. Soon a nurse arrived, a rather pretty brunette, and she and I went with Bill into the bathroom and she proceeded to shave his genitals. Bill had a solid erection all the time, and the nurse suggested that I might like to help him with it, and smiling left us in peace. I persuaded Bill over to the bed and, after putting a “do not disturb” notice on the door (there was no lock), I stripped off and rode Bill until he shot his load in me. It took about five strokes, and looking at the disappointment on my face, Bill’s only comment was “thank God, that’s the last time”.

I waited while he took a shower, and put on a hospital gown, and we waited, holding hands, until the nurse came and took us both down to the theatre area.

Bill asked the nurse if I could watch, and I was shown to a room looking down into the theatre through a glass screen.

Bill was helped onto the operating table by the nurse and she arranged his gown and a towel over his legs so that his genitals were all you could see.

An anaesthetist came in and gave him about six injections in and around his balls and scrotum area. After about fifteen minutes, the anaesthetist came back with the surgeon, and after the anaesthetist checked that the local anaesthetic had done its job, the surgeon then asked him one more time if this is what he wanted. When he answered yes, he turned and picked up the scalpel, and began.

He first made an incision down the centre to the scrotum, and pushed his balls out of the sac. I must admit it excited me to see a man's balls outside of the sac. Next he cut the membrane around the right testicle and pulled the cord tight. He then put a clamp on the cord, and used suture material to tie off the cord, once that was done he cut the right testicle free and laid it in a small dish. He then repeated the same thing on the left side.

As he made the final cut on the left testicle and laid it in the dish with the right one , he looked up at me through the viewing window and asked me if I would like to keep them as a souvenir!

This all happened eight months ago. I really like his new look when I see him naked now. He has also kept the whole area hairless, and looks cute without his balls hanging down. He has no interest in initiating sex, and can’t get even a half erection any more. I have discovered oral sex and he has learned how to give me more pleasure when he goes down on me than ever he could with his penis. He takes his time and makes sure that I have an orgasm before he quits.

Even though our sex life is so much better, I have found that I miss a good hard penis, and when I said that to Bill, he reminded me that I could take a lover.

I have twice accepted an offer from someone I met at work. Bill says he likes it when I come home after being with my lover, because I have that after sex glow about me. He also says he gets satisfaction knowing that another man has had sex with me and it's just the thought of knowing there has been a cock in me and has left a nice big load of cum in there. He tried to eat me once after I had just had sex with my lover, but I wouldn't let him.

The more I think about it, I think that the next time I will tell Bill that if he wants to eat another man’s cum out of me, he is more than welcome. It could be quite exciting.

It just surprises me that so many men are willing to be voluntarily castrated and to give up their balls and sex life. I never would have ever imagined that if I hadn't read all these stories of men doing just that, and to see my husband so easily consent to be castrated, and like it.

I just wonder how many more men out there are willing to have their balls cut off.

Can you see any reason why I should stop again - Saturday

This morning I overheard Heather on the telephone making arrangements for next weekend and I am sure that she is planning something, and I am in for another weekend of subspace experience.

This goes back to my tale from July 2007 “Can you see any reason why I should stop?”, which described when Heather finally took the plunge after much prompting from me and had a bit of a fling with another member of the choir she used to sing in. Much to my disappointment, she didn’t actually keep up with the affair, after initially saying that she would. She said that although she and the choir colleague had both enjoyed it, it was getting too complicated keeping it up without other members of the choir getting to know, and she was worried for our standing in the community if the others started talking about it. She actually kept up the pretence with me for about three months, during which she made me her sex slave and I hardly got to come at all and was almost permanently in my CB3000. Eventually though she wanted a dick inside her, and had to admit to me that she wasn’t actually getting serviced by her colleague and so normal sexual relationships were resumed, much to my relief on one hand and disappointment on the other. Anyway, Heather has not strayed since then, definitely much to my disappointment.

Since then, I have taken early redundancy and we have moved to live in what was our holiday cottage some distance away, so Heather has joined another choir locally to where we now live, and any chance of any further trysts with the fellow choir member that she fancied appeared to have disappeared. Or so I thought!

She has kept in touch with a number of her former choir friends, and a couple of months ago one of them, also an alto, came to stay for a couple of days and they chatted for hours about what was going on. Heather was obviously very nostalgic and saying how she missed her old choir friends, and this friend mentioned that a number of the people from their choir were going to a singing weekend with members of other choirs which is an annual event held in a conference hotel in the west country and suggested Heather might like to join them. I could see Heather was attracted to the idea, so I encouraged her to apply, and she managed to get one of the last places on the course, and arranged to share a twin bedded room with one of the other lady singers that she knows.

Which brings us back to today and the phone call Heather has just had making arrangements.

Heather did not know I had come back from the DIY shop and I heard her pick up the phone immediately it rang. I started to go through to see if the call was for me, but as I reached hearing distance I could hear that it was obviously for her, and was just walking away again when something she said made me stay listening in.

It was clear that the person that she was going to share a room with had dropped out, and it was the organiser calling Heather to re-arrange the room booking. The thing that caught my attention was when Heather responded that she was happy to keep the double room, as it was possible that I may be coming with her, so could she swap from a twin bedded room to a double bedded room. That clearly worked well for the organiser, who could now use the twin room to enable two singles to have their own beds rather than having to double up.

The reason that this exchange caught my attention was that I was not going with Heather, never had been, and Heather knew that I was committed to staying at home because of some voluntary work I was doing!

I was just about to say something, when the penny dropped and I held myself in check. When I had been encouraging Heather to go on this weekend course, I had not thought about her previous affair and that her partner in that affair could also be going on the same course.

I crept back out of the house and came back in banging the door and calling out “I’m back” to Heather.

After lunch, Heather indicated that she was up for a bit of love making, and just the way that she flirted with me made me pretty sure that something other than an imminent session with me was turning her on.

Now, as I said in my previous story, Heather knows about my chastity fetish and my liking to lock myself up in a CB3000 from time to time, but after the end of her previous affair (during which she made me stay in chastity for nearly three months without admitting that she had ended the affair!), she lost interest in my chastity desires and made it clear that she was not interested in joining in any more. However, remembering that she had wanted me locked up while she had that previous affair gave me an idea.

“Heather Darling”.

“Yes Bill”.

“You know that I’m very overweight after Christmas”, I said to her.

“Yes Bill, and you really need to shift some of that gut”, she replied sympathetically!

“I thought that I might lock myself in my Chastity Belt and ask you to look after the key, and not let me out again until I have got back down to thirteen stone again”, I said looking her straight in the eye.

Heather’s initial reaction started off as peeved, but very quickly something obviously clicked with her and she replied “That’s a good idea Bill, and you almost certainly will not have lost that weight before next weekend when I’m away at the singing course, so I will be certain that you won’t be playing around behind my back”. Although Heather never really believes I would cheat on her (and I wouldn’t), she knows that this makes a good justification in both of our fantasies.

Bingo! Now I was absolutely certain that Heather was planning to cuckold me again. It now only was a matter of time before she asked my permission (if ask is the right term!). I was certain that she would never cheat on me, but with my consent that would be another matter.

Now it was her turn to surprise me. “Why don’t you put it on now, and bring me the key in bed. You can give yourself some incentive to lose all that weight by giving me a good licking out and being denied yourself!”

Leaving Heather heading off to the bedroom, I went to my study and dug my new CB6000S which has now replaced my trusty old (and now worn out) CB3000. I like the CB6000. It is the most comfortable of all the devices I have tried over the years, and the CB6000S is about an inch shorter than the CB6000 which both fits me like a glove and also is so compact that it really doesn’t show under even tightish clothes.

Suspecting that I may be in it for a while, I applied E45 cream to my balls and dick and fitted the CB6000S with a slightly bigger ring than I use when I know I can let myself out at any time! I then put my undershorts back on and headed for the bedroom.

Heather had already started with her favourite vibrator but stopped and grinned at my shorts. “Take ‘em off, she demanded”, and as I handed her the key and embarrassedly obeyed she started to grin. “Now get to work with your tongue, but in a 69 position so that I can look at Percy cramped in that thing while I go off”.

Wow! Now any possible lingering doubt that she was up to something was obliterated. She had not wanted to see my CB at all in the last two years since her last affair, and now she wanted to inspect it closely in action!

I got to work with my tongue, and finding Heather incredibly wet herself I swelled in real discomfort and dribbled pre cum like mad as I was rewarded by having my balls fondled by Heather and her yelling as she had a really strong orgasm. Heather is normally a quiet cummer! Then she indicated that I should turn around and lie beside her, which I did, while she snuggled against me and CB in hand drifted off to sleep for half an hour while I throbbed with frustration and excitement.

The rest of the day has been as normal, apart from me being locked up in my CB while Heather knowingly has the key on a chain around her neck, and I’m wondering if and when she is going to say anything about next weekend.

Sunday

As we went to bed last night, I couldn’t resist asking Heather whether her lover from 2007 would be there next weekend.

“I don’t know for certain”, she answered, “but would you mind if he is?” she replied.

“No”, I replied, “I thought that something was getting you all horny after lunch and since the only other time you have been prepared to play CB games with me was when you were shagging with him, I kind of guessed he might be there”.

Heather hit me with a pillow. “You bastard”, she said with a laugh. “You know me too well Bill. I was wondering when and how to ask your permission, but I guess your suggestion about your toy and your useless erection squishing against the sides of that thing and your performance with me this afternoon all says that I have your permission”.

“Do I have a choice”, I replied.

“Yes”, Heather answered. “You know you do, but if you give me another licking out right now, then I’ll take it as your permission to go ahead – although I was telling you the truth when I said that I don’t know for certain”.

I searched for the logic in this. If I gave her another orgasm, while I stayed locked up and denied, then she would take it as my express permission to take a lover. Some female logic! But Heather also knows me well, and knows I love licking her.

Duly, I got to work with my tongue, and assuming that she wanted to watch my discomfort again, was rewarded with a flick of Heather’s tongue around my balls and the tip of Percy sticking painfully through the gap at the end of the CB6000S, as Heather had another noisy orgasm.

She sighed contentedly, and snuggled up against me for a few minutes before drifting off to sleep while I tossed around waiting for Percy to subside enough to get myself to sleep.

After lunch Heather asked me if I would like to perform again. Three times in 24 hours is very unusual for Heather, and I teased her with pointing it out.

“Amazing what happens when I don’t have to suffer your Percy being shoved up me” was her reply.

Despite the insult (or maybe because of it, as her insult caused an almost instant erection, as I suspect she knew it would), I duly obliged although this time with my finger rather than my tongue, although Heather’s noisy conclusion sounded just as intense.

“That’s it”, said Heather after waking from her post orgasmic snooze. “No more sex before I go away next weekend, I want to save myself for that now”

“And what happens if he isn’t there”, I asked.

“I’ll have to make myself go off”, she replied.

“And how will you be able to do that if you are sharing a room with another woman?” I asked innocently.

Heather had the grace to look a bit embarrassed as she confessed that she would have a double room to herself.

Tuesday

So much for “No more sex before I go away next weekend”. Should have been “No more sex for you before I go away next weekend!”.

Heather is obviously getting more turned on by thinking about what may happen next weekend than she was prepared for.

I woke up in the early hours of the morning to feel the bed shaking. Heather was obviously giving herself a good tickle and was clearly getting close to the point of no return. Now this was novel. Not only Heather getting turned on in the middle of the night, which tends to happen only once or twice a year nowadays, but she has always woken me up in the past, usually by fondling Percy to an erection and with the command to “come on and get that thing up me”!

Not this time. I stayed still just listening, with Percy getting very uncomfortable in my CB6000S, while Heather kept accelerating the pace until finally rocking gently and desperately trying to keep her gasps muted. It was so erotic I thought I was about to come in sympathy, but the pain of the rock hard erection in the CB prevented that.

Heather rolled back onto her side, and within 30 seconds was obviously back asleep. It took me about an hour to do the same.

When we woke up in the morning, I asked Heather casually as she was dressing “Did I feel you giving yourself a tickle in the middle of the night”.

“Maybe”, she replied (meaning “Yes, but I’m not gracing you with a straight admission”).

“What got you going”, I asked her.

“What do you think”, she replied with a sly smile.

It’s going to be a long week and an even longer weekend!

Saturday

Heather has gone to her course. She left quite early yesterday morning after breakfast, because she was supposed to be there in time for lunch and then the course starting straight after lunch. We had both taken the day off, Heather because she needed to be at the course by lunchtime, me, because I didn’t think my brain would let me do any sensible work anyway, and since my job involves a lot of driving I didn’t think going into subspace while driving would be very wise.

When we got up, Heather had rather ruefully said that she fancied some love making, but we (note the we!), had decided not to make love again this week so she could “save herself”. Logical?

Anyway, first of all she gave me the key to my CB6000S and supervised me while I showered and washed both Percy and the CB6000S thoroughly.

“Since you will be locked up until I get back on Sunday, and I will have the key with me, I don’t want you getting sores or infections”, she said.

As I have said before, Heather has not been very keen on my use of the CB6000S, so her checking me over in this way has been quite a novelty, and an exciting one at that. But what happened next blew me away, and very nearly made me come spontaneously. Heather then took the padlock off me just as I was about to put it on, and carefully slotted it through the end of the locking pin, and then looking me straight in the eyes with the faintest of smiles and fondling my balls in one hand she snapped it firmly shut with her other hand and with what sounded like a very loud click.

Then she asked me to help her with her packing. This was another first because she usually hates me being around while she is packing to go away. I wondered what was going on and so I was not surprised when she started teasing me by asking me which underwear she should pack, and whether she should take a nightie or not.

She packed all the sexy underwear that she only ever wears just to turn me on – those are the ones I have bought her, but she rarely wears, complaining that they may be sexy but they are too uncomfortable.

She left a very slinky pink set of underwear out that I had bought her as a Valentine present from Ann Summers, and after getting me to soap her down in the shower and then massage her with one of her special Dior creams that I gave her for Christmas, she put her matching pink bra and panties together with a very unsuitable skirt and blouse – at least unsuitable for a serious singing weekend.

Quick breakfast, a dab of perfume behind each ear, and then she was off

I asked her to let me know when she was safely there, because it is quite a long drive from where we live down to the south coast, and the weather had been pretty horrid, and so I was pleased and amused to receive a text at about 12.30 merely saying “He’s here too”.

I tried to do some jobs around the house that I’d promised Heather that I would get done sometime, and succeeded in quite a number. I knew that would please her when she got home on Sunday evening. I think I watched some Television, but frankly spent most of my time in my fantasy land close to subspace.

Heather and I nearly always call each other at bedtime when either of us is away from home, and so I wasn’t expecting to hear from her until late. Mind you, the evening was wonderfully exciting as I let my imagination run amok about what Heather might be doing. I was feeling horribly frustrated after a week in the CB, and was very tempted to try and get some relief, but everything I tried just left me feeling uncomfortable, sore and even more frustrated. The closest I came to success was playing the shower over my balls when showering ready for bed.

The phone call finally came at about 11.30pm.

Despite all my exotic imagining about what Heather might have been up to, nothing had happened at all.

“The course ran right through until 10pm, doing a full day’s work and only stopping for a quick dinner – we did theory all afternoon and then split into groups for some practise work after dinner – and no, HE was not in my practise group”, she told me.

“So what have you been doing for the last hour and a half”, I asked hopefully.

“I’ve been in the bar with the rest of all my old friends, swapping news”, she said, and then reeled off a list of about 20 names of people that she used to sing with in the old choir who had also gone on the course. I listened intently for any stressed syllables to give me any indication which one was her sexual partner, but she either didn’t list his name or else hid it well.

“Was HE there in the bar”, I asked.

“Yes”, she replied.

“And?” I asked.

“And nothing”, she replied and continued, “We didn’t get a chance to make any assignment, and since he wasn’t expecting to see me I wasn’t going to be an absolute tart and throw myself at him”

“Better leave your door unlocked”, I said. “Did you tell him your room number?”

“No I didn’t”, she said, “But he saw which room I am in, as we all came up to bed at the same time – however he doesn’t know that I’m not sharing with someone else”.

“So what now?” I asked.

“We’ll see what happens tomorrow”, she replied. “We are working all day, but finishing at 5pm and then there is a relaxed course dinner tomorrow night, and we will be in the bar both before and after that”

“In the meanwhile, I think I fancy using my vibrator”, she said.

I asked Heather to call me back when she was in bed and ready for her tickle. About 10 minutes later she called back and I persuaded her to leave the phone turned on by the bed while she pleasured herself. With a chuckle she asked “Are you still locked up”, to which I reminded her that she had the only key in her possession.

“What’s in this for you then?” she asked, “you can’t even join in”.

“That’s what’s exciting”, I replied.

“You mad foolish boy”, she said, “Well here goes”.

She was obviously under the duvet as I could only just hear her vibrator, but it only lasted about three minutes anyway before I heard her characteristic moaning, shortly followed by a click as she disconnected the phone call, no doubt to drift off to sleep in her post orgasmic haze.

I was very uncomfortable, with Percy really solidly pushing against the walls of the CB6000S, but I compounded the pain as I must admit that I spent part of the night fantasising about Heather leaving her door unlocked and ...!

Can you see any reason why I should stop again – Sunday

I’m a nervous wreck. I was expecting Heather to call me some time in the morning to tell me what was happening, but I didn’t get a phone call until around 10pm by which time my imagination and my frustration was at a massive level. A friend phoned up and asked me if I’d like to go round for dinner, as he knew Heather was away, but since I fancy his wife and was already leaking pre-cum like mad I thought I might embarrass myself and so declined.

Just as well, as I would have still been out when Heather phoned, and she was keen to get my approval for her plans for the evening.

“We have had dinner, and what with the wine at dinner and drinks in the bar before and after, I am feeling very mellow”, she informed me, “and HE has been flirting with me whenever the others have not been watching”, she added.

“I think, if I were to tell him that I have the double room to myself then he would be interested. Are you OK with that Bill?”

“And if I’m not?” I teased.

“Tough” she replied, “because I’m pretty much already past the point of no return.

“Any chance of leaving the phone on?” I asked.

“I’m not sure”, she replied, “I don’t want you recognising his voice”.

“Then tell him that the walls are paper thin, so not to talk”, I advised her.

“We’ll see then”, she replied, “Just answer the phone and don’t say anything if I do call, and if I don’t then sweet dreams”

“Not much point in me wishing you sweet dreams”, I replied, “because it doesn’t sound like you’ll be getting much sleep”. Then with “I love you” from each of us to the other we rang off.

I hurried to shower and get into bed because I wanted to be ready for Heather’s possible call.

As I lay there with the phone beside me, I started to fantasise about Heather’s activities and sometime along the way disappeared into the semi dreamlike euphoric state of sub space. I was imagining my lovely wife cuckolding me and wondered as the time went on if she was even thinking of me as she made passionate love to this man. I certainly thought she had forgotten about me as the clock ticked around first one hour, then two and finally three. It was now after 1am and I had still not gone properly to sleep but was having one of the mentally most exciting nights of my life.

With a sudden shock I heard the phone ring and I grabbed it. Almost automatically I was about to say “Bill here”, when I remembered Heather’s instruction and looking at the screen saw it was indeed Heather’s mobile phone.

I heard a clatter, which I took to be Heather setting down the phone on her bedside table, and then the distant sound of a toilet flushing and I realised that HE must have gone to the loo. Did that mean that they hadn’t done anything yet or was he just cleaning off afterwards.

I soon got my answer.

“Come on big boy, I fancy a re-run”, I heard Heather say.

“A third time”, I heard the reply, “Doesn’t that Husband of yours satisfy you”.

“Normally”, I heard Heather say, “But I’ve had his tiny little cock locked up for a week in anticipation of having another session with your big weapon”, she continued.

Ouch! I’d never heard Heather complain about my size before, and now I was powerless to do anything about it. I wondered about shouting down the phone, but then realised that I was throbbing with more sexual excitement than I had ever felt in my life and more than anything I wanted to hear him giving my wife the satisfaction she always deserved, so I kept quiet and was rewarded by hearing passionate kissing noises, followed by a distinct squelch and a gasp from Heather which could only mean one thing.

I then heard rhythmic noises and it suddenly dawned on me that HE was taking Heather to her orgasm using only his cock. I realised that Heather might have not just been teasing me about my size with her “tiny little cock” comment, as we have always relied on her using her vibrator to get her to her orgasm whenever we make love.

I lay there doing everything I could to join the tangible rise to a sexual peak that was coming down the phone, by tweaking my nipples and stroking the sensitive area under my balls. But try as I could the constraint of the CB6000S was doing what it was supposed to do and was preventing me from getting a strong enough erection to cum myself.

The sounds got more and more frenzied until I finally heard Heather’s characteristic cumming sounds, but at a pitch and volume of 10 out of 10, where by comparison my efforts only achieved a 3 out of 10. That was shortly followed by the sound if HIM grunting and I realised he was emptying his balls into my lovely wife.

I wondered if she was using any protection!

“Come on big boy, fill me with your cum”, I heard her say. I guess I had my answer.

I heard the sounds of contentment that I recognise as Heather’s post coital relaxation, and then the same click as the previous night as the phone was disconnected.

Wow – am I looking forward to Heather getting home and giving me the whole story.

Monday

It’s three o’clock Monday morning, and I can not sleep.

Heather phoned me about 8.30am and asked how I was feeling. I told her that I hadn’t slept much, but how much I had enjoyed my subspace experience of imagining what she was up to.

“Well, that’s OK then”, she said, “because I’m sore and now that HE’s gone back to his room to get showered, I’m just about to have a bath to try and relieve my tender parts. Then I have another full day’s work. We finish about 4pm, and I will be straight home. Should arrive about 8.30pm. I love you”

“I love you too. And thank you”, I replied as she hung up.

The day seemed pretty tame as it was difficult getting excited about her doing her course, and so I spent most of the day catching up with our accounts. Little did I know what she was getting up to. Anyway, about 6pm I got a text saying “Just leaving, c u at 10”.

What had she been doing for the last two hours? They were supposed to finish at 4pm.

I sat down and wrote yesterday’s blog, watched Pretty Woman again, and then started to make supper for when she arrived.

Heather breezed in looking absolutely glowing almost exactly on 10pm as she had promised, and gave me a really warm kiss during which she fondled me through my trousers in the way I know she does when she wants to see if I am still wearing my CB6000S.

Chuckling at her obvious check, I asked her why she was so late and whether she would like the supper I had prepared.

“Let’s leave the supper a while”, she replied, “and first I’ll show you why I was later leaving. Come on upstairs with me.”

I duly followed her up, and when we got to the bedroom she told me to get undressed and lie down on the bed. I had a funny idea that I knew what was coming and Percy started to rise uncomfortably.

“Come on”, she demanded, starting to sound a bit annoyed as I took my time. “I want to see that you are still locked up and haven’t been playing or relieving yourself while I’ve been away”.

I complied, and lay down on the bed naked except for my CB6000S.

Heather examined the package, tugged hard to satisfy herself that I was rock solid and also apparently looking to make sure that I couldn’t have got out.

Satisfied, she started to peel her clothes off bit by bit, finally ending up standing naked except for her tights and knickers.

With an obvious flourish that was intended to say “watch carefully”, she peeled off one pair of tights and much to my surprise then a second pair that she had been wearing underneath. I could see that she also had two pairs of knickers on.

She climbed onto the bed, then stood above my head and then pulled down her knickers and stood astride me with her legs apart clearly revealing the reason she had been wearing two pairs of knickers and two pairs of tights.

Her pussy lips were still gaping, and with the padding all removed, clear globs of white cum were beginning to appear and run down her thighs. As one drop detached and dropped onto my face, Heather took this as her cue and turning round to face my feet she crouched down firmly placing her pussy over my mouth.

“The Conference Centre said that they didn’t need the rooms until Monday, so we could leave our stuff in them until we left, and so it seemed like such a good opportunity, and since I’m likely never to see HIM again, we made use of the bedroom at lunchtime and then carefully planned this reward package for you which HE obliged with twice after the course finished and before we parted. It was his idea to package it all up for you, although I had to give him my pink Knickers as a souvenir as his reward”.

And wriggling her pussy, she started to give me instructions to enjoy her present and clean her up properly. As I got to work, Heather came noisily, squeezing out more cum in the process, and then rewarded me by leaning forward and running her tongue up and down the area beneath my balls that is so nicely presented up by wearing the CB6000S.

That was it for me – I started to feel my own cum rising despite the agony of my erection being squeezed inside the CB6000S.

“I’m cumming”, I gasped, nearly suffocating under her pussy.

“Oh no you don’t”, replied Heather, removing her tongue and grabbing my balls hard in her hand.

“You clearly have not reached your target weight yet, and I’m not spoiling all your motivation by letting you cum now”.

That’s why I’m still awake at 3am with the worst case of Blue Balls I’ve had since I was seventeen.

Home and Away

I recently started a new job, unfortunately a long way from home, and since it really isn’t a great time to try and sell a house at the moment, I am in lodgings during the week, and only going home at weekends.

Heather, my lovely wife, came with me to check over the lodgings that the personnel department at the new job suggested, and although the lodgings themselves are perfect, she was horrified to find that the landlady is a young, very attractive divorcee. She was further horrified to find that the city has a very large university population, and with the university being fundamentally arts oriented, there are a larger proportion of very attractive young girls than normal. The final nail in the coffin came when we called in to meet my new boss and Heather discovered that Chris was short for Christine rather than Christopher, and that Chris is about 40 and also pretty attractive.

When we arrived home, Heather firmly stated her piece. Since we have been regular four times a week people, and even more on holiday, Heather was very concerned about me being on my own from Monday to Friday especially with all that temptation around. To say that she was concerned was an understatement. She even suggested that I might give up the job, but since jobs in my sector are not easy to come by, we decided to look for another solution.

One idea was for Heather to come with me, but as I have said, selling the house looked difficult and a combination of her leaving her part time job, and incurring more costs of renting a flat for two, rather than midweek lodgings for one, made it too expensive. I suggested what I thought to be a very practical idea, which was that we should make sure we had plenty of sex at the weekends when I was home, and then I would be sure not to be tempted during the week. However, Heather was still unsure that this would be sufficient. That is when I made my big mistake, and reminded her of the CB6000 chastity cage that I’d bought some time earlier and that we had played with on and off (mostly off, because Heather was not enthusiastic about chastity play).

“Don’t be silly” was Heather’s response to that, and so we left the subject in abeyance.

Over the next couple of days, as the time for me to start the new job came round, Heather was increasingly agitated and frosty, and then on the Friday night just before I was due to start the job on the Monday, she said “Were you serious about wearing that Chastity device all week?”

I must admit to have been gobsmacked by the question, and stood there with my mouth open for a while, before finally realising that one of my fantasies was about to be realised, and hastily responded (but careful not to be too enthusiastic in case Heather got worried) with an affirmative.

We agreed that Heather would service me well over the weekends and then lock me in on Monday morning with one of the plastic tags rather than a padlock, as I was expecting to have to fly off at short notice to solve customer problems all over Europe, and we couldn’t risk the padlock and the airport scanners.

Monday came around, and off I went suitably locked up!

The job was great fun, and so I didn’t dwell too much on the CB during that first week. I was always very horny talking to Heather each night on the phone as we both lay in bed at opposite ends of the country. It was not helped by Heather’s slight teasing questioning about whether I was still locked up, and that she expected to see the tag with the same number on it intact when I came home on Friday evening.

The first Friday evening came, and Heather was able to check the number to her satisfaction and consequently snipped the tag off, and serviced me as planned all over the weekend.

The following week the same pattern was repeated, and I was getting quite used to this as we moved into the third week which was when things started to vary from the plan.

When I got back on Friday night Heather told ld me that she had felt sexy on the Wednesday after we had had our usual bedtime chat, and so had used her favourite vibrator. Did I mind?

Now, as well as having this fantasy about Heather locking me up, I have also had this ongoing fantasy about her getting sexually fulfilled by an Alpha male (I‘m definitely a beta). I immediately visualised her not just using her vibrator, but imagined a lover as well, and since she was snuggling me at the time and could clearly feel Percy twitch as she asked me, she decided (rightly) that I didn’t mind, and getting herself turned on recounting her tale, checked the tag and then let me out for some fun.

The following week, she admitted to having done the same twice, and getting the same response from Percy was obviously pleased and relaxed about it. I did not at this stage admit to her my fantasies about the lover, as I thought she might get annoyed and either stop her pleasuring herself, or at least stop telling me about it! Once again, she got excited telling me and once again we had some great sex.

So far, no problem. Right?. Wrong!

The following weekend when I got home, instead of letting me out on the Friday night, she said that she had used her vibrator every night while I was away, each time imaging me lying frustrated in my Chastity Cage and was actually feeling a bit battered and bruised and not feeling at all in need of making love.

“What about me!”, I demanded, a little petulantly.

“Well, I’m not letting you come in me, because I’m sore and I don’t feel aroused or interested”, Heather replied, “and I don’t fancy you messing up the bed spraying a week’s worth of cum all over”.

End of story!

Although I as frustrated by this, I also got a big thrill from Heather’s new dominant sexual assertion, so I shut up, and we went to sleep in each other’s arms, with me still sporting a well caged hard on which lasted all night!

Saturday afternoon is one of our favourite times for love making, and Heather relented on Saturday, and let me out for a good session.

Monday, once again, off I went duly caged. The week seemed very long, because each night as we talked Heather started to tease me more and more, and even started to use her vibrator while we were still talking. I got very aroused and frustrated hearing her pants and moans as it did its reliable job.

At the weekend, she repeated the denial on the Friday night, but normal service was resumed again on Saturday and Sunday. Not too bad for me, as I had been rather enjoying both Heather’s teasing during the week and her new sexual assertiveness, so missing Friday night’s release was a price worth paying for that.

The intensity of these evening sessions apart grew even more the following week and all pretence at modesty was dropped by Heather who openly teased me on the phone each night and subjected me to listening to her using her vibrator and coming noisily, only punctuated by her asked breathlessly whether I was still locked up safely and whether I was feeling uncomfortable and frustrated. Then Friday came around, and when I got home I was half expecting a repeat of the previous Friday’s denial, but was not expecting what transpired!

When we got to bed, Heather grabbed hold of my caged Percy and demanded that I lie there “while I tickle myself off”!

“I have been imagining you all caged up as I have tickled myself each night this week”, she said, “and now I want to feel your frustration and discomfort as I do it”.

Now this was a radical departure in behaviour for Heather, and for me the sensation was electric. I could feel her orgasm building and building as she lay there with her eyes closed, me nestling against her left thigh, and with her left hand firmly grasped around the Chastity Cage, whilst her right hand manipulated the her favourite vibrator.

She repeated the exercise on the Saturday afternoon and the Saturday evening, only relenting and finally giving me release on Sunday evening in preparation for the following week.

Now, this was beginning to get to me. I had gone down from four times a week to just one, and Heather had gone up from four times a week to eight! I didn’t mind her eight times, in fact I was in many ways delighted that she was getting so sexy, but I was getting pretty frustrated, and having a sexy landlady, a sexy boss and all the nubile students around was definitely not helping.

Fortunately my boss and I had build a professional and respectful relationship by now, and there was not the slightest chance of anything happening there, but on the days when she wore a low cut blouse or had plenty of thigh on show, I was grateful that the Chastity Cage was confining what would otherwise have been a noticeable bulge!

My landlady was different though. For some reason, she had sensed both that I was attracted to her. She could sense that I was getting increasingly agitated by her teasing but clearly wouldn’t do anything about it (she hadn’t realised that it was couldn’t as well as wouldn’t!). As a result she would flirt outrageously with me. Over breakfast, she would appear in her dressing gown whereas she had always been dressed to start off with. She would then make sure she leaned over the table to serve me my eggs and bacon, letting the top of her dressing gown to reveal that she didn’t wear anything in bed!

More than once, I came across her on the landing in the evening wearing only a bra and pants as she went to the family bathroom. I had the only en-suite bathroom, which was just as well, as I hate to think what her response would have been if she had seen e wandering around dressed only in my Chastity Cage, as I sleep in the raw always.

Anyway, back to Heather and the progression.

That week ended up much the same as the previous one, with Heather apparently deciding that what she had done the previous Friday and Saturday was an acceptable part of the routine, so she repeated it again, seemingly really getting off on holding on to the tangible proof of my frustration whilst she had ever stronger, longer and louder orgasms.

When on the Sunday, she teasingly suggested that she might keep me locked up yet again while she tickled herself, I made the mistake of blurting out about the temptations of the previous week intending to make her anxious to give me a good servicing. It backfired however, as Heather was furious, suggesting that she had been completely right insisting that I should be in the Chastity Cage, and refused to make love at all. I remonstrated, reminding her that I had not been unfaithful to her in any way, and wouldn’t have been titillated in this way if she hadn’t left me feeling under-satisfied the previous week.

She had calmed down by the time I left on Monday morning, but I still left home on Monday without any sexual relief and facing a second week caged up.

Much to my surprise, Heather didn’t do her sexy bit on the phone at bedtimes, and we just talked about our normal daily things. When I hinted at being sexy, she just grunted in a clear “not interested” manner. I was disappointed, but also felt that I needed to give her space and hoped we might get back to the previous pattern of chastity during the week and plenty of sex at the weekend. How wrong can you be?

That weekend, Heather did not appear very interested in making love, but grudgingly let me out for a short session at the end of the weekend.

Her lack of interest appeared to continue on our evening calls the following week, but when I arrived home on the Friday she was very strange at bedtime, and I sensed something was wrong.

We don’t keep secrets from each other, and it wasn’t long before it all came out.

She has always quite fancied a work colleague at the school she teaches at, and she admitted that she had realised that she not only needed to make love the four times a week that had been our previous pattern, but in more recent weeks she had realised that a) she actually could and did enjoy sex seven or eight times a week and b) she got a real thrill from teasing and denying me. And since I was not around to pay attention to her needs, she had accepted her colleague’s offer of a drink after school the previous Monday, which she had then allowed to turn into sex back at his flat. Not only that, but she had repeated the exercise every evening after school. No wonder she hadn’t been interested in phone sex with me!

Then she dropped the final bombshell, “and that includes today, as I had time before your flight got in. And so not only am I actually full of his cum right now, which is why I was reluctant to make love with you but also, having just had sex, I really don’t much feel like it with you!”. Ouch!

Apart from a couple of one night affairs, which were with my agreement (and even encouragement), Heather has not strayed independently, and hence her nervousness. All this was recounted to me while she hung on to my caged Percy and I’m afraid that Percy completely ruined any chance I had of being annoyed, by straining with a rock solid erection against the confines of his cage.

“I guess from the way this feels”, she said, hanging onto Percy, “that you are OK about this”.

What could I say.

The trouble is that Heather has now decided that not only does she enjoy the regular sex that I can not provide while since I am away all week, but actually she really gets off on thinking about me being locked up as she is making love with her “alpha male”. Not only that, but she now thoroughly enjoys telling me every detail of their evening love making when we have our nightly phone calls often needing to make herself cum again as she does so, and leaving me horribly frustrated as she comes audibly having described every nuance. Then at the weekends, she enjoys feeling me twitch and strain against the sides of the cage as she repeats the highlights of her adventures during the week.

It is now three months since I came inside her, and she only lets me out about once a month when I really beg her to let me

The problem is that I’m loving it. Not only being a cuckold to Heather, but feeling constantly frustrated and aroused by my landlady, my boss and all the tottie all around, and not being able to do anything about it!

Stop Pestering Me! – Continued

Hello, I’m Heather, and I’m the pestered wife that my husband Bill describes in his letter about how we had the radical idea of starting to use a male Chastity Belt to improve our love life.

When Bill told me that he was putting our story on the CB chat room, I was horrified, but agreed after he promised that it would be anonymous. However we have had so many responses from couples who identify with it, and a number of questions about my side of the story, that Bill has persuaded me to tell it in my words. For those who are wondering where the anonymity has gone; my name is not Heather and my husband is not Bill!

I do work very hard, and often have to work at home in the evenings during the week and often even Sunday evenings in preparation for Monday. I will not say what I do just in case it helps people identify us. But the job takes its toll, and I’m afraid that love making during the week had become quite tiresome, and during the week I only usually succumbed to Bill’s advances in order to keep him happy. I only really get turned on when I am feeling relaxed, mostly weekends and holidays, and Bill’s constant attention, whilst flattering as I approach a certain age, was annoying and upsetting me. I was getting upset with myself because I got annoyed with Bill, which is unfair on him, and also getting upset because I felt that I was not fulfilling my role as a wife and lover. At times this started to spill over with me showing my annoyance to Bill, and then I felt even more wretched. Bill and I both were trying to cope with it, but finding it difficult, and I was beginning to resent him finding me sexually attractive!

As Bill said in his piece, this got worse after our Children left home. I threw myself more into work to compensate, which made me even more tired, whilst he clearly started to find the freedom made him think more about sex opportunities.

When he first came up with the idea of a CB and showed me the letter he refers to from Hilda and Jeff, I must admit that I did have some pretty frantic thoughts, and him going through some life crisis was among them. I also wondered if I was failing Bill as a partner. When I looked at the web sites that he suggested, I was a bit shocked, probably because many of the letters and stories are more extreme than I had expected after Hilda and Jeff, and the extreme ones tended to stick in my mind more than the ones that were closer to us. I know that I disappointed Bill initially with my reaction. I could tell by the way that he had snuggled up to me, when showing me Hilda and Jeff’s letter, that this was an idea he was keen on. I can usually tell by his behaviour that he wants to talk me round to something, like a new TV or Hi-Fi. But I didn’t feel like playing along with this one.

During the six weeks that followed that Bill talks about, he was more attentive than usual (although he is normally pretty good), and I could not help thinking that he was still hankering after this idea. This added to my usual level of guilt, and I suppose that is why I was particularly sharp with him when he came on to me and I was not in the mood. So eventually I asked him to show me the letter again and then to log me in to the web site. This time, I thought I had better find out what this was all about, as I would not get any peace until it was brought to a resolution.

What I discovered actually surprised me. Yes, there are people that are extreme (to put it mildly) and I guess, and even hope for their sakes, that much of it is fantasy. After a few months of being a keyholder, I am now far more inclined to be relaxed about people doing what they want so long as they do not hurt anyone. But at the time, I went off to bed with a lot more questions than answers buzzing around in my head. I did discover a serious streak running through many of the articles that I could relate to, with some obviously very earnest normal people with real problems and apparently real solutions. I know that Bill hoped that I would emerge from those web sites panting to play, but I was not at all sure that I was ready yet.

The following day, I resolved to talk to Bill objectively about it, and had more or less decided that I was going to try and talk him out of the idea altogether. When I asked him what he had in mind, he looked so pleased and had obviously thought it all out so carefully that I hadn’t the heart to turn him off, and so relented and agreed to try it out. Bill describes how we came up with the rules and we decided on the CB-3000. In fact it wasn’t “we”. He had already thought about the rules, and had already identified the CB-3000 as being suitable, and I just went along with him. The only addition I made to the initial rules was that cuddles should be allowed. I am fond of cuddles, and miss not getting them from my children, so I was not going to forgo having them with Bill!

In typical Bill fashion on the day that it arrived, he jumped on me enthusiastically as soon as I came through the door. It was at the end of a very heavy day and the last thing I wanted was any sexual business; all I wanted was a glass of wine and my armchair. When Bill went on about it, I felt horribly pressured, and then thought to myself “hang on, this is what the CB is supposed to stop!”, and so had the brilliant idea of putting a stop to him straight away by using the punishment rules we had decided upon. I had to hold myself back from laughing at the look on his face when I told him he had broken the rules and was due one punishment and possibly two. He looked both pleased and shocked at the same time, but he stopped pestering me, and meekly brought me a glass of wine and massaged my sore feet for me. When he brought me the wine, I relented a bit while he massaged my feet and I asked him about it, and then seeing his keen expression, I told him to go away and put the CB on.

While I was making supper, my mind was whizzing around, but I thought that I must be positive about this if it was going to work, or else I could see our relationship getting more strained instead of less. So I resolved to start off playing strictly according to the rules we had agreed, and to appear both serious and reserved about it (which to an extent was the way I felt). So when he appeared with the keys and said that he had put it on, then I just accepted them matter-of-factly and I put one key in the bathroom for him to use to let himself in and out as we had agreed, and the second I put in my purse. We then continued for the rest of the evening as if nothing had happened.

At bed time, when he appeared from the bathroom, I was already in bed and he initially sidled into the bedroom, looking a bit embarrassed, but I called him over and asked to have a good look. Although Bill had shown me pictures, I had expected it to be rather unsightly, but actually he looks kind of cute in it, all neatly packaged up, and not at all what I expected. I normally love to see Bill’s full manhood, but this also appealed to me in a way. What I saw was the man that I love, but instead of his manhood being threatening, it was under my control. It was quite a profound moment for me, and I felt a kind of release from pressure. The adventure had also been floating around in the back (if not the front) of my mind all evening and I was feeling quite turned on, so I suggested that Bill should pay his first fine off and take me to an orgasm. As he especially likes licking me out, I let him make me come that way and thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it. After I had come, I felt my usual obligation to make him come too, and then reminded myself that I did not have to. As the punishment and consequent abstention was his idea, I felt I did not need to feel guilty. I go off the boil pretty quickly and feel sleepy after my orgasm, so actually I was secretly very pleased not having to either satisfy him or to have to get up to wash again, and we snuggled down straight to sleep. I woke a couple of times because of Bill fidgeting, obviously feeling frustrated, and I was tempted to suggest relieving him, but then remembered my resolution to play this by the rules, and reminding myself that this was his idea and he only had himself to blame, I went quickly and comfortably back to sleep.

After the first week or so, we settled down to a routine, and after a couple of months I am actually finding the whole thing surprisingly good for me. I have stopped feeling guilty about not having sex when I don’t really want to, because I have realised Bill is actually getting quite excited by the control, so I now do not feel under pressure for sex, which is fantastic. Also because I can make the running whenever I feel like it, and don’t have to if I don’t feel like it anymore, my life with Bill feels much easier, and we seem more romantic. I used to be nervous about starting to cuddle him at bed time when I was tired out, because he would always take that as an overture to sex, even when all I wanted was simply a cuddle. I, of course, would then have the dilemma of either feeling guilty at turning him off or else have to force myself to get turned on. The latter I would do for Bill’s sake, because I love him, but rarely really enjoyed. Now I can cuddle him all I like and he knows that a cuddle is all I am looking for unless I produce the key.

What is fun is the transformation when I feel really randy for a proper session and I get the key and let him out. He springs to attention and I find the contrast between him caged and him standing erect is even more exciting than it previously had been.

I do admit that I enjoy both him licking me out and the extra attention that he gives to helping me achieve my orgasm when he is still locked up. I also like not ending filled up with his sperm when I have just had a shower ready for bed, and so I also admit that I play him out a bit on the extra punishments so that we don’t tend to end up with penetrative sex during the week. He doesn’t seem to mind, in fact I think he enjoys it. I hadn’t really noticed it until Bill said, but I think he is right in that I end up having more orgasms now than I did before, all because I can do it all at my own pace. Strange to think that putting him in a Chastity Belt results in more sex!

I love his manhood, and Bill is not really right about me thinking he is too small. But I know from some of the letters that he reads and points out to me in men’s magazines that he likes to play at this role, so I go along with it. As for going with another man, I don’t think that is for me in reality, but again I’ll play along with his fantasy if that’s what he wants to imagine.

I don’t feel guilty about sex anymore, and I’m happy that I am right not to feel that way. I know that Bill is actually enjoying the sexual thrill of being restrained when I don’t feel like making love, so in a strange way I am actually keeping him equally sexually satisfied by either making love or not making love, entirely as I please. Also not only was it all his idea, but also he can suggest that we call a halt at any time. Mind you, I’m enjoying the freedom, so I would be disappointed if we did stop now.

So my advice to any of you wives out there who are thinking of trying this, especially if your man has suggested it himself, is “give it a go”. After all, you have nothing to lose. If it doesn’t work for you, you can give it up at any time, but if it does work, as it has for Bill and me, then you will find the release from pressure a great reward.

Oh! And one other thought. Although Bill can just manage to go to the loo standing up when he is wearing the CB, he finds it much easier sitting. Just think, no more loo seats left up!

Heather