I enjoy my subspace experiences

Heather, my wife and I have been married for 20 wonderful years. The more recent years have been pretty exciting in the evolution of our sexual relationship, but suffice it to say that I worship Heather and am so grateful for the pleasure and happiness she has given me over all these years.

We have seven children, whom I adore. Only two are biologically mine, but to us they are all our children and they know no different. But I am getting ahead of myself.

When I met Heather, we were both in our early 20's and both virgins. We adored each other from the start, and soon married, and despite still being virgin up to our wedding night it was a great success, although Heather seemed surprised at the size of my wedding tackle, saying that she had always heard that men were "much bigger than that" and that she had expected "to find the first time very uncomfortable". However, I made sure that I focused on her pleasure and even if I could not succeed in giving her an orgasm by penetration alone, I made sure she always had at least one orgasm whenever we made love.

After about 5 years, Heather stopped taking "the pill" and we had first a son and then a daughter in fairly quick succession. My job was progressing well at the big multinational company I work for, and we decided that Heather should stop working and focus on raising our children.

When our daughter was two, we discussed having more children and decided that two were enough. Heather is in a high risk group for taking the pill (her father died of a heart attack very young, and Heather seemed to have inherited his high blood pressure), so we decided that I should get a vasectomy. I was totally ok about that, as I was told (and it is normally the case) that there is absolutely no difference in orgasms pre and post vasectomy.

We were a very happy 2 plus 2 family, enjoying everything normal in life and love making. We were both 32.

This was the point where our life started to deviate from the game plan.

Despite what I had been told about the vasectomy making no difference to my orgasms and (being completely objective) I couldn't argue anything different, my mind started to play tricks with me and I started to be unable to get an erection. I was so convinced that as I was no longer "fertile", my cock was useless. I still loved Heather passionately and would always ensure that she achieved at least one (and often more) orgasms whenever we made love, but could not get an erection. My fingers and my tongue were getting really expert though.

Despite my personal disappointment with this state of affairs, I thought all was well with Heather until one night we went to a party and half way through the evening lost sight of her. We had always trusted each other completely, so I had no worries at first, but was quite alarmed as the party broke up after midnight and I could not find Heather anywhere. I thought of asking the few remaining people around if they had seen Heather but felt such a fool that I couldn't bring myself to do so, and after looking in all the bedrooms and round the garden I went home. Heather didn't have her mobile phone at the party, so I couldn't try calling her. I just hoped that she was at home.

I realised that this hope was forlorn when I was met at the door by the baby sitter, who was obviously surprised to see me by myself. I hurriedly told her that Heather had contracted a migraine and was staying over at the party hosts' house.

At 4am, I heard the front door open. I was too proud to rush out and greet or admonish Heather so I feigned sleep. Heather though was less circumspect. She flounced into the bedroom and announced that "she had been fucked properly for the first time in two years" and "by a cock that was what I had originally expected a cock should be like" and "not a weeny little boy's cock like you presented me with on our wedding night".

Ouch!

As she stripped off, revealing an absence of knickers and spunk dripping down her legs, I realised that I had an erection for the first time in two years.

"Heather", I gasped, "look - come here, climb on top of me".

But before she could climb on top, my little, but excited, penis erupted all over my belly and the bed without me so much as touching myself! My first orgasm for two years, wasted!

Heather laughed at that, but was also annoyed that the first erection I had had for two years had been wasted (as far as she was concerned), as before she could climb on top of me I had once again deflated. Still, she climbed into bed and actually snuggled up to me, and stroking and loving me she told me everything that happened.

It is for another story another time to tell you about her first experience of cuckolding me, but as she reached the part of her story where her new lover came inside her, I came again, and spurted again all over Heather's belly, without even getting an erection this time.

We slept the rest of the night in a sticky mess of my infertile cum and the copious quantity of her lover's fertile cum still running down Heather's legs.

Trying to make love again over the next couple of weeks was a disappointment. I still could not get an erection, even though Heather tried re-telling the story that had made me cum after her night out. I still did my duty with finger and tongue, but Heather was never quite the same about it and I could sense that she felt that it was not enough.

A few weeks later Heather came home after visiting a friend one evening and said that, unexpectedly, instead of it being just her and the friend there were actually about 10 people there and amongst them was the man she had gone off with at the party the few weeks earlier. They had drifted together into a quiet corner where they had finally ended up introducing themselves (his name is Colin). He told her how much he had enjoyed the evening and she had candidly admitted to him that she had also enjoyed it. She had told him about me and my failure to satisfy her any more, but had made it very clear that she still loved me and had no intention of jeopardising our relationship. She also told him that I had clearly "got very excited about them making out together" and so she thought I probably would be OK about her doing it again. He told her that a casual relationship suited him because his wife was very rich, and so he also had little wish to rock the marital boat.

"So, I have arranged to meet him again", she concluded. "I thought about asking you first, but after the way you responded last time I thought it probably would be OK"

"I can always cancel if it's not", she added with a look that clearly showed that she wasn't keen on having me tell her to cancel the arrangement.

I love Heather, and although slightly disappointed at the thought that I was no longer fully able to satisfy her, even with my tongue, I also love her enough to want her fulfilment. Feeling good that she had insisted with this man that our partnership was sacrosanct, I felt that I must agree to her going ahead.

The arrangement was for the following evening, a Tuesday, and after getting our children to bed, I sat and watched her as she showered and dressed. Heather always dresses up nicely and takes care of herself when we go out together in the evening and I love her for always making the effort. It was therefore with a pang of jealousy that I noticed that she made just a little more effort on each part of the routine. Her best shower oils, her sexiest undies, our favourite perfume - including a couple of dabs in places I had never noticed her dab before! All topped off with a very sexy dress which I did not recognise, and which she admitted she had bought that morning!

The front doorbell rang, and I watched Heather with another pang as she walked down the drive with his arm around her.

Almost as soon as Heather had gone, I started to experience all kinds of new feelings of sexual excitement. I have heard people describe the feeling as subspace and I now understand it, something totally different from any other sexual feelings I have ever had. I have never felt so sexually aroused inside. I imagined them intimate over dinner together, and about the time that I started to imagine them going back to his house (his wife was away) and starting to make love, I felt a sexual build up, an erection forming and as I imagined him sliding his generous tool (as Heather had described it) into her and without touching myself I came in a soggy mess inside my clothes. I just left the mess there as I continued my fantasies, with my cock completely deflated once again.

At midnight, I went to bed, and continued my fantasies. Heather arrived back at 1am.

She went through the same routine of flouncing herself and showing her absence of knickers again and her gaping spunk covered fanny, and was very disappointed when I failed to grow an erection as I had the previous time.

She was so concerned that I had not enjoyed the evening (because she certainly had) that I told her all about my own excitement and admitted my earlier erection and ejaculation.

She was pleased that I had been aroused but disappointed that I had not been able to save the erection for her, and didn't completely believe that I had done nothing to myself to make myself come.

Once again we had a sticky cuddly night together.

Heather had tentatively arranged to meet Colin again, and after my admission of excitement and with my agreement she went ahead and confirmed it for the same day the following week, which was the day Colin's wife always went up to London to play bridge and stayed over with her friends.

With the anticipation of her night out ahead, our lovemaking for the rest of the week was fantastic again, although I still could not get an erection even with a new set of stories from Heather. Still my tongue and fingers worked overtime and we were both happy.

When the night out came around again, the routine was much the same, but as the doorbell rang Heather asked me to make a special effort not to come by myself, with the promise of a lovely "sloppy seconds" if I could hang onto my erection.

I think that promise made it worse, because I almost immediately started fantasising about Colin depositing loads in Heather, and what it would feel like to me, and had come before she was gone 30 minutes. That still did not stop me having another evening of subspace excitement though.

When Heather came in again in the early hours, she could tell quickly that I has failed in my mission and was disappointed, about which I felt bad, but we both agreed how much we had enjoyed the evening yet again.

Heather and Colin had agreed that they would continue with this weekly arrangement, and I was happy to go along with it as I loved my evenings of subspace and the sexual release that came with it.

Over the next few weeks I tried a number of different ideas of stopping myself from cumming while Heather was out, including repeated cold showers, getting drunk, going to the gym (which required a babysitter), watching TV avidly, and even working. None of them worked. Either I came at some point when my mind wandered, or else (in the case of being drunk) I ended up not coming myself and still not being able to get an erection for Heather. So not much good for either of us!

After a few weeks Heather came up with the radical idea of a chastity cage. She had been looking on the Internet for some ideas on stopping erections and stopping men cumming and had come across sites devoted to chastity cages. She persuaded me to buy one, which took a couple of weeks to arrive.

That night I tried it on, and with a few adjustments it fitted comfortably.

Then I realised that I had my cock was straining against the thing to have an erection.

I called to Heather and full of eagerness she stripped off and lay down for action. I quickly removed the chastity cage, and immediately deflated!

We repeated the exercise three or four times, finally in frustration leaving the thing on all night. With it on I maintained an almost permanent semi-erection (which was all it allowed), resulting in the most physical sexual excitement (as opposed to the psychological sub-space) that I had had for two years.

The following day was a Saturday, and so we tried a number of possibilities of keeping me erect long enough to make love to Heather, none of which worked. We finally sat down to think about what was happening. It all seemed clear when we thought back to how and when my "impotence" had started, and my hangup about not being fertile which had started after my vasectomy.. If I couldn't get Heather pregnant, then if I couldn't have Heather at all then I got excited. If someone else was having Heather who could get her pregnant then I got even more excited.

There was no way of reversing the vasectomy, so we were stuck there. We discussed about me trying to get psychiatric help, but soon decided that actually we both thoroughly enjoyed our new sex life - strange though it was. I still felt that my sub-space episodes were the most erotic sexual experiences I had ever had, and so I wanted them to continue. Heather enjoyed having more than one man devoted to giving her constant sexual enjoyment and, looking me straight in the eyes, asked how I would feel about her spreading herself a bit wider than just Colin (especially as he was about to go on a three month trip around the world with his wife).

I enjoyed the excitement of having an almost permanent semi-erection, so it became almost routine for me to wear the chastity cage. I especially liked it when Heather locked me in and I didn't have the key to let myself out. It was almost as if she was punishing me for no longer being fertile.

She always locked me in it when I made love to her, as for the first time in two years I was able to get something of an erection and get a physical buzz as I stroked or tongued her to her orgasm.

Best of all were when she went out on her assignations with Colin, leaving me locked up and taking the key with her. The chastity cage succeeded in ensuring that in my semi-erect state I didn't end up cumming, and at least Heather and I could mutually enjoy her letting me out and her watching my rise to full erection and spontaneous orgasm as she described what she and Colin had got up to. We quickly found that if she tried to climb onto my erection, then I deflated, so we stopped even trying.

After a few weeks Colin left on his round the world trip, and Heather became quite strange for a couple of days before finally admitting to me that she hadn't had her period for two months and was almost certain she was pregnant.

Amazingly, I became immediately erect and "wonder of wonders" remained so to mine and Heather's delight while we made love and I pumped my now doubly useless load into her. Useless because she was already pregnant and useless because it was sterile useless spunk anyway.

Immediately our love life returned to how it had been early on in our marriage and before I had my vasectomy. We made love almost every day, and more often at weekends. Both of us felt insatiable for each other, and I had no difficulty in keeping both it up, and up with Heather's needs. How could I be annoyed that she was pregnant if our love life returned? There was no question of not keeping the baby and we there and then decided that it would be "ours".

When Colin returned from his round the world trip, Heather gently over the phone told him that she was not interested in resuming the relationship. He wanted to meet with her to discuss it, but she, of course, did not want him to see that she was pregnant lest he put two and two together.

For the rest of Heather's pregnancy, our love life remained fantastic, and "Our" second son arrived as expected. We both love him dearly, Heather because she is his natural mother, and me because he has brought us so much happiness and confirmed the strength of Heather and my marriage together.

Immediately after his birth, I once again lost my ability to make love to Heather, much to both our disappointments. It was back to fingers and tongue, and me wearing my chastity cage, and then six months later Heather came up with a new boy friend.

Once again, our weird sex life of me locked-up and subspacing resumed. Heather was excited and active again, and this went on until she once again found she was pregnant, whereupon the next boyfriend was dropped as my sexual performance returned - even if not my fertility.

We now have seven children in total and are back at the stage of a happy sex life together while Heather is pregnant with number eight. We have decided that this must be the last, as although my good job has allowed us to be able to afford the size of house we need, and to be able to clothe and feed our fantastic family, we are finding it increasing difficult to manage them all on a day to day basis. We are also finding it increasingly difficult to explain Heather's nights out to the older kids.

One drastic measure we have thought about is having Heather sterilised in the hope that if she can not get pregnant, then I might not lose my ability to make love to her again.
It is a big risk, as it may not work out, and even if it does Heather is not sure she wants to be permanently a one man woman. Neither am I sure about losing my subspace experiences.

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Deny yourself by all means

This tale starts three months ago when I arrived home from the USA from a ten day business trip to both the East and West coasts, ending up with the long overnight flight back from Los Angeles, arriving in the early afternoon into Heathrow.

While I was away, I indulged in my fantasy play based around my wife, Heather, being my dominant mistress who makes me wear my CB3000 whenever I am away from her, and even imagining that it is a permanent fixture.

In fact nothing could have been further from the truth. Although my wife knew that I had the CB3000 and fantasised about her being dominant with me, she actually was always too caring to want to deprive me (her words) and in fact really did not want to be involved with chastity play or be involved with the CB3000 at all.

Heather knew, because I told her, that I would play the submissive slave role out by putting on my CB3000 before I left home on these trips, and would keep it on until I got home again at the end of the trip. All the time secured by one of the plastic tags that do not set off the security alarms at the airport. She thought I was mad, but since I was away from her and it didn't affect her, she would say "Deny yourself by all means, but don't expect me to do the same", and I knew she meant that her favourite vibrator would be pressed into service when she felt like it, even if I denied myself.

I initially tried to get Heather involved with "tease and denial" at home, but she was not interested. However over the last two years, I encouraged her to focus on her own needs in the bedroom and had been making some headway with persuading her that she did not always have to accommodate me inside her, if she felt sexy but didn't want the bother of all the mess of me going off inside her. And so a form of "tease and denial" had been initiated. After a while of her asking whether I wanted her to give me a hand job after she had finished her own orgasm after these love making sessions, I had also persuaded her that I didn't need to be finished off. She came to realise that I did in fact enjoy this soft form of "tease and denial" and because this didn't require her actually to do anything other than enjoy sex, she tolerated it. She admitted that I had become a pretty attentive lover, and that my technique was such that she always had a really strong orgasm. She had muttered a bit about missing a good cock every now and again, but she didn't seem all that bothered as she seemed content to have me make her go off.

The overall effect of this was that she was willing to make love far more frequently (which I thoroughly enjoyed), although the times I went off inside her was becoming fewer and fewer (which I also perversely enjoyed).

Anyway, back to three months ago.

When I arrived at Heathrow, I was met by my usual taxi to take me home, and driving along the M4 the phone rang. It was Heather.

She had just popped out of work to welcome me back home, and to warn me that she had to go out to a club that she was involved with in the evening, but that she was going to be home from work as soon as she could to see me first.

When I got home I quickly unpacked as usual and had a shower and fresh set of clothes, and waited in anticipation for Heather to get home.

She wasn't long, but instead of our usual enjoyable re-union and a rush of exchange of stories about the time apart, I was very surprised when she announced that she wanted to "have a quickie" before she went out.

Not being one to turn such an offer down, it must have taken me all of 20 nanoseconds to get stripped off and between the sheets. Heather quickly followed and discovered to her pleasure that Percy was well risen for the occasion.

"Has poor little Percy been locked up while he was away from his little pussy", she teased, fondling Percy with one hand, and grabbing her vibrator in the other. "Well you might as well have stayed in your little cage because you're going nowhere just now. I don't have time to clean myself up before going out".

Wow! This was a radical departure for Heather, who had never before showed anything other than distaste for the CB3000, and always our first love making session after I was away included me coming inside Heather as I had by definition already been denied for a week or more. She always used to believe that I needed relief after being away from her for a week or more.

I didn't have much time to think about it though, as it took her less than five minutes to get to a crashing orgasm as my fingers fondled and her vibrator did the hard work.

There was no offer of "finishing you off" for me, and she kissed me sexily as she hurriedly pulled her clothes back on and headed out to her club, leaving me feeling as exhausted as if I had been in the middle of a whirlwind (which is what it felt like!)

After she went out I was tempted to finish myself off, especially as for years Heather has been a once (at the most) a day girl and so satisfaction later on was most certainly not assured. However, I mused that since I fantasised over "tease and denial", actually I had just been given what I craved, so resolved to see how the rest of the night panned out.

Heather usually arrives home just after 9pm from her club, so I waited up for her despite being tired. By 9.30pm she hadn't shown up, and so I though that she must have gone with the crowd for a drink, which is not unusual in itself, but she usually does call me up and tell me, and I usually go and have a drink with them all and walk her home. Anyway, I wasn't worried, and sure enough she arrived home at around 10.30pm, saying that she hadn't called me because I might have gone to sleep, and explaining that her flushed appearance was from her walking briskly back from the pub to see me.

This time, we exchanged all our news about the week, our kids (who have both left home) and I gave her the present of a set of hand made earrings which I had bought for her. She gave me a really big hug for those!

I pleaded that I was tired from jetlag, and so we headed for bed.

As we settled down, I thought to sleep, we snuggled together and as we clung to each other she said to my amazement "Let's make love again, I want to say thank you for the earrings".

Once again though, she said she would prefer me not to come in as "these are clean sheets, and anyway you get more excited by not coming in so I'm giving you a special thank you aren't I?"

As I fondled Heather and slid a finger up her, she was very wet, which made my denial even more sweet and frustrating. Her extra wetness intrigued me, and I thought that her new assertiveness and positive role in "tease and denial" must be turning her on.

Afterwards, we snuggled again and then went to sleep. As I drifted off, feeling frustrated but happy, I puzzled a bit over the evening. Surprise number one: Heather had jumped on me as soon as we met up, whereas usually we talk and may be make love at bedtime. Surprise number two: she had not wanted me in, whereas she usually does first time after we have been apart. Surprise number three: she wanted to make love again a few hours later, whereas she hasn't wanted to make love twice in a day for years. Surprise number four: she didn't want me in a second time, knowing we had had a long time apart. Well, maybe all my blandishments about tease and denial were really working. Surprise number five: how wet and ready she was. But most of all, Surprise number six: acknowledging the CB3000 and (I think) consciously giving me some "tease and denial".

The next day was Saturday, so the alarm was not set and we both slept in. When we woke up there was a distinct smell of dried semen, and I was worried that I must have cum in the night, but didn't remember doing so, nor did the bed around me seem matted. I just hoped Heather wouldn't notice because she would be annoyed about the clean sheets being messed up. When she awoke, true to weekend form Heather was frisky before we got up, but once again suggested that I just make her come and go without myself, which I was quite happy to do.

Thinking I was on a roll here, I was very attentive to Heather's sexual needs all weekend, but she wasn't interested again on the Saturday, or the Sunday.

Monday I was at work and, knowing that Heather would be out at an evening class until about 9pm, I told Heather that I would work late. I duly arrived home about 10pm. Heather arrived soon afterwards, again quite flushed from walking quickly up the road, and she was hot to make love again, although still discouraging of me coming in. I was delighted to find her quite wet again.

The pattern continued, with Heather not being interested in Sex on the nights when she and I were both in early, but was always keen and very wet and ready every evening that either she was out herself or else when I arrived home late. I began to find excuses for being home later, because I knew those would be sex nights.

However, she never encouraged me to come in her, and being (in my mind) her sex slave, I did not push it. I was very happy that she seemed to be getting so turned on so regularly. Our once or twice a week has suddenly risen to seven or eight times, granted it was Heather alone that was cumming.

Two weeks after I got home, on the Saturday, she said that she needed to go out shopping and left about 10am in the morning, saying that she would not be home until late afternoon. She actually got home about 4pm, and almost immediately encouraged me into bed, and, at last, to enter her. As it was nearly for weeks since I had that pleasure, I sunk Percy into her and I had never known her so slick and ready. Her wetness made her feel cavernous, and I could hardly feel her, but the slick warmth and my build up of four weeks quickly made me pump my seed inside her. She was not best amused, as I couldn't last until she had her orgasm, and as her muscles started to squeeze as she used her vibrator, she inadvertently and spontaneously pushed my now limp Percy out, together with a load of cum.

Although I felt that I had come a lot, the amount she squeezed out as she had her own orgasm, and which ran down her thighs onto the sheet, seemed far more than I thought I had pumped into her. I must be more macho than I thought.

The next two weeks were much the same, with me being denied the whole time, but Heather being definitely randy and very wet whenever I arrived home late or she had been out herself earlier in the evening.

On the Sunday afternoon, the phone rang and she rushed to it before I had a chance to answer. It was a friend of hers who had, apparently, just broken up with her boyfriend and so Heather had to go and comfort her. I may be away all night Heather told me as she left, see you tomorrow (Monday) when you get back from work.

On the Monday evening, I arrived home to find that Heather had been crying. She wouldn't tell me why, saying that her hormones were just affecting her. But she was not interested in sex, and remained uninterested for the next two weeks, and didn't seem to go out to her clubs nearly as much, and certainly was back pretty promptly from those that she did go to. I was not very happy, as by now I had been without for four weeks again, but being denied is only fun if there is some "tease" with it, and Heather being completely off sex hardly counted as "tease and denial". I kept asking her what was wrong, but she just rather shortly replied "nothing", and that she "just didn't feel like it".

Then at the end of those two weeks, later in the evening on Friday there was another phone call, and Heather said that this friend of hers, with the boyfriend trouble, desperately needed her comfort again and she rushed upstairs and had a shower and headed out dressed in some of her sexiest gear, including a very sexy black bra and pantie set that I had bought her as a present. I thought that it was extremely thoughtful of her as I guessed that she must be planning on taking her friend out to some club or other to help her get over the boyfriend trouble.

Heather arrived home late the following afternoon, and looked very hot and flustered. She had obviously had a very difficult time helping out her friend, and was keen to have a relaxing bath. I ran a nice bubble bath for her, and helped her get undressed and into the bath.

I couldn't help but notice that she had lost her knickers. Clearly she had got up so quickly that morning that she forgot them. That would also account for the matted pubic hair, as without her knickers there was nothing to soak up the sweat as she drove home in the heat. Our car has leather seats and it can get quite sweaty. She also had bruises around her nipples, and when I showed concern, she told me that some idiot had made her brake hard and that she had bashed against the steering wheel. I really must get the seat belts checked, that shouldn't have happened.

When we went to bed that night, she was obviously feeling pretty frisky, and since I hadn't been inside her for four weeks I begged her to let me enter her, saying that she must fancy a cock inside her after all this time. She seemed amused by the idea, although I couldn't quite work out why and once she got going she opened her legs wide and invited me to climb on.

As I pounded away inside her, she hardly seemed to notice, but when I started to come she got pretty angry, telling me that she could hardly feel me and that all I had succeeded in doing was making her mucky without giving her any pleasure. Almost before I had subsided, she pushed me out and rolled me on my back and climbed on top of me.

"I think there will have to be some changes", she said. "I can hardly feel you inside me nowadays, and I find you so much better as my 'Sex Slave' fondling the bits I tell you to, while I use my vibrator".

"I would like that to be your permanent role", she went on, "that and giving me a good licking whenever I feel like it. You can start by licking me to the orgasm I missed, and by the way cleaning all your cum out of me".

And so I did. It was the first time I had licked her out after cumming in her and the taste seemed different, but I have now learned that this is the way she tastes most of the time. When I finished she climbed up astride me and looking down at me said "And, since you wont be using that little Percy of yours on me, I don't want you getting any other ideas, so I will permit you to wear your CB3000 whenever you leave the house - and you can leave the key with me"

So, for the next six weeks up to now that has been my role. After a week or so of me taking the CB3000 on and off, she got fed up with me asking her for the key and told me to leave it on permanently (apart from a weekend cleanout).

She nearly always now asks me to lick her to an orgasm when she gets in late and is feeling sexy. She often seems to lose her knickers nowadays, and she is always wettest and keenest to have me lick her to orgasm when that happens.

I did offer to buy her a nice big dildo, since she complained about not being able to feel me, but she answered that "she only enjoyed the real thing". I apologised to her that I was not bigger, and that I was sorry that she was having to go without. I couldn't quite work out why she thought this was so funny, she was almost hysterical, but I was glad my offer had pleased her so much.

It is six weeks since I last came, and after begging her, Heather has agreed that she will let me come in her in another two weeks on our wedding anniversary.

So, my fantasy has become a reality. I wonder what has changed her?

Solo

Heather, my wife, used to be pretty vanilla, and for many years humoured my sexually submissive tendencies with a once or twice a year "tease and denial", usually when she was a) drunk and b) horny. At these rare times, she would be so interested in her own orgasm that she would get carried away and go off without letting me inside her. As she loves just lying in the afterglow of her orgasms, when this happened and with the drink talking, she would just round on me and say "tough", and drift off to sleep with me left unsatisfied and frustrated.

The following day, she would always (if she remembered anything at all) feel guilty about denying me. Funny really, because it was actually the one time that she ever fulfilled my fantasies of her being dominant - I actually loved it, despite (or perhaps because) of feeling unsatisfied and frustrated! This little chink in her normally straight behaviour always gave me some hope, at least in my fantasies, that there was a sexual dominatrix lurking inside her.

Now, although sexual dominatrix is probably an exaggeration, this tale reveals how Heather came out.

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About three years ago, I discovered Altairboy and the whole world of Chastity, Tease and Denial and CBs on the internet and everything I felt fell into place. I realised that I was a sexual submissive, and got very excited about being submissive to Heather. I started to try and get Heather to take a more dominant role, and was very pushy with her about my cravings. Being Heather, she just didn't get it, and didn't want to know and I overdid it. Eventually we sorted ourselves out and bit by bit Heather started to play up to my desires.

It is interesting what some people say that a true submissive should not be "Topping from the bottom", and it might sound as though that is what I was doing, but actually Heather was being assertive in her own way. She was not going to head off into a femdom relationship at my pace, but if we were going to develop that way as a couple then the pace would be entirely hers.

At that time, our sex life had gone from daily when we first married, and sometimes more frequently at weekends, to once a week or even once a fortnight. It was clear from many little signs that Heather was interested in more frequent love making, but she wasn't interested in me pounding away or leaving her leaking cum onto the sheets, especially when she was tired to start off with. So I suggested that she should decide whether or not to let me come in her when we made love, and then only let me if she really felt like it. This didn't fit well with Heather's preconceptions of our marital relationship, reinforced by years of accommodating me, so it took a long time for her to stop being selfless.

It started to work better when I told her that I was finding it more difficult to cum regularly, but that I still loved the love-making. I persuaded her to cum herself and that I found it very exciting when she did, and that it actually helped me not to have to keep performing. I think that when she stopped being worried about my orgasm all the time, and she started to focus on her own, and we found ourselves making love far more frequently. Not back to the frequency of our first married years, but certainly up from once a week to three or four times, with me maybe only cumming in her once in the week.

The process of negotiating whether I was cumming in her or not, however, wasn't really working. Heather started to get quite insistent that I tell her when I "needed" to cum, and as I wanted the choice to be hers we got into a sticky patch, and sex declined again. She just didn't want to be seen as denying me, and so she wanted the decision to be mine. I wanted her to dominate me, and so I wanted the decision to be hers. Stalemate.

I eventually came up with an idea of using a deck of cards. We agreed that if she really would prefer to cum herself without me, then she would say so. I promised that if I felt I desperately needed to cum, then I would tell her and she would let me, but if neither of us had a strong preference then she would draw a card from the pack and if it was a picture card (J, Q or K) then I was in luck. Anything else then I was out of luck. This worked for her as the decision was no longer resting with her, but with the cards. As a twist, she would not let me know in advance and as she is quite a good actress (we met at a drama group), the first I would know of my fate was her cumming or her telling me to get inside her as she was about to cum. Fantastically exciting for me, either way. We ended up calling the game "Bedtime Solo", for obvious reasons and because Solo is actually one of our favourite card games when we are on family holidays.

Over a few months, this worked very well for us, and the frequency of her saying out straight that she wanted to go Solo without even using the cards also increased, so that during the week, when she was a bit tired at bedtime, then this would nearly always be the case, and at weekends we would use the cards to decide. She particularly likes it when we have clean sheets and she showers, and more often than not the luxury makes her feel sexy. It became a particular favourite of hers to go "Solo" without bothering with drawing a card on these occasions as she "really didn't want to get her or the sheets messy since they were both fresh and clean".

Then after a few months of this working well for us both, I had an extra-ordinarily long streak of no picture cards, which lasted for about four weeks. Finally one night, when she declared "Solo" because of the clean sheets, I ended upshooting my load spontaneously as she came with me snuggling up against her. All over her thighs and all over the clean sheets! Disaster.

Heather was not amused. She pointed out that the idea of this arrangement was that she and the clean sheets should not get messed up, and "couldn't I control myself?"

This was a first - Heather really being sexually assertive about her cumming and me definitely not cumming! I damn near shot my load again at the excitement of her berating me in this way.

My bad run on the cards continued, and two weeks later the same thing happened again. I couldn't help it. As she started to cum, my dick was hard up against her thigh and the movement (not all hers, I admit) made me cum just as she did.

Heather was not amused again, and wanted to know what I planned to do to stop it.

Now, during my heavy phase which Heather had found so difficult, when I had got all excited about the submissive scene a couple of years earlier, I had bought a couple of cock cages as part of my fantasy world. I had told Heather about them, but because she was just not interested, even horrified, we had never used them and I had not shown them to her. I had kept them and had played out some of my fantasies usually when I was away from home for a few days. Now I suggested to her that I could put myself in a cock cage before we made love, and if she drew a picture card, then she could give me the key. I suggested that if not let out then I would not be able to get properly erect in the cock cage and certainly couldn't rub up against her, so the chances of me cumming messily all over her would be near zero.

Heather was not at all sure at this idea, as the idea of CB's just didn't turn her on and in any case she actually loves holding my cock and feeling it throb uselessly as she builds up to her orgasm - which also contributes to my excitement, and my not being able to hold back these last couple of times. However, she agreed to us trying it. I chose the least "heavy" looking CB that I have, which is the CB3000. It is penis shaped and clear plastic, and quite comfortable to wear. I put one key on a 16" pure gold chain. [The spare key is now in a sealed envelope which I got Heather to sign across the flap, and it is wrapped in clear tape so it could not be opened without destroying the envelope and Heather's signature. This now lives in my wallet in case of emergencies. So far there have been none.]

The next time we went to bed to make love, I duly slipped into the bathroom and put on the CB, and locked the padlock. I then climbed into bed beside Heather and handed her the key which she put round her neck, where it looked damned sexy.

Heather, when she looked at the CB, was still not at all sure she liked the whole scene, but she did say that it looked more attractive than she had expected. She suggested that since this was a try out, there wasn't much point in me being let out this time and so we should not bother with the cards, and she should go Solo. I couldn't fault her logic nor did I want to, as it not only made sense, but played to my fantasies.

Love making was a complete success as Heather held on to the CB instead of my dick as we made love, and could easily feel it swelling and throbbing uselessly inside the cage, and the whole experience clearly worked for her as she had one of the strongest (and loudest) orgasms I can ever remember her having. All she could do afterwards was just look at me through half closed eyes and say "phew"! She just lay there in my arms with her eyes closed, and drifted off to sleep. I hadn't the heart to wake her up and ask for the key, so I had to spend the rest of the night with the CB still on.

That set the scene, and without discussing it, leaving me with the CB on all night on those occasions when the cards or Heather's wishes went against me, became the norm.

After that we went back to using the cards but continued with Heather's option to say if she wanted to go Solo without even drawing a card. Over the following weeks I noticed that there were an increasing number of times when Heather would choose to go Solo, and on those occasions she had her enjoyment, and I suppose I have to say that in my perverse way I had mine, left unsatisfied and locked up in the CB all night.

A couple of months later, Heather and I had a row over something trivial. I can't even remember now what it was about, but it was a Friday night, and the fact that we had indulged in our usual Friday evening bottle of wine had probably made us both a bit confrontational. We hardly ever row, but were both still bristling when we went to bed. We try not to go to sleep on our anger, so I snuggled up to Heather to say sorry and inevitably we started to make love.

Heather made out that she was still a bit miffed and was not easily going to be won over, and eventually said that as a punishment she was going to go Solo, so I should go and put my CB on.

Feeling quite horny at this turn of affairs, I eagerly complied and we made love with Heather clearly enjoying her Solo, but also teasing me pretty unmercifully about being locked up as a punishment.

The following morning, Saturday, another surprise for me, as Heather unusually asked to make love again before we got up, and since I was still in the CB, she demanded another Solo, and then afterwards instead of giving me the key to let myself out as we got up and showered, she said that I still had not properly apologised to her for the row the previous evening and so I could stay locked up for the rest of the day.

This was a really big change, as up to now Heather's toleration of the CB had been entirely practical as a way of stopping me messing her up when she decided to go Solo, so getting me to keep it on all day as a punishment was a huge step.

To cut a long story short, we made love a few more times over the weekend, each time Heather insisting that I stay in the CB and each time going Solo in what appeared to be ever increasing strength of orgasm. Something had clearly flipped with her and she was actually enjoying being sexually dominant and demanding, instead of just humouring me. For years, Heather had seemingly found it impossible to cum more than once a day, but here she was cumming about six times in two and a half days!

The key appeared on Monday morning and normal service was resumed during the week, i.e. Heather went Solo a couple of times, and I waited with anticipation for what might happen on Friday night.

Much to my relief as I was beginning to get quite desperate, Heather suggested the cards, and as we were making love, just as I was getting to the point of begging her for relief (something I had never done), she opened her eyes and grinned at me and gave me the key. She had drawn the Queen of Hearts. Singularly appropriate.

It was just as well that she was close to cumming by the time I got the CB off and entered her, because I couldn't last long and came in what felt like bucket loads. Something that Heather concurred with, as she complained bitterly all night about the sticky mess running out of her pussy and down her legs and forming a damp puddle under her.

We didn't make love again at all over the rest of the weekend, and when I asked her if she was OK, Heather seemed very thoughtful.

We didn't make love all week, and on Friday night as she declined our almost ritualistic Friday night love making, I finally coaxed the problem out of her.

She told me that the previous two weekends had been so different for her, and that she had been struggling to cope with the dilemma. When I asked her what she meant, she said that two weekend ago, when I had been locked up for the whole weekend, she had felt so sexually liberated - which of course was reflected in the number of times my lovely wife had cum over that weekend.

Then she said the following weekend had been so different. Firstly I had bruised her entering her, because she had not been used to having me enter her for a while and I had been over excited. Then I had filled her full of cum which had just made her feel messy all the rest of the night. To make matters worse, my entering her had hardly been very thrilling for her as I had just come almost as soon as I entered her. Finally, that experience had put her off wanting to make love any more that weekend, in stark contrast to the previous weekend.

Ouch!

There was little doubting what she was saying. And so, almost fulfilling my lifelong fantasy, I told her that I was prepared to repeat the weekend of no orgasms for me whenever she wanted it - and suggested that we start straight away that weekend.

There was a silence, and I wondered what the problem was, and then Heather explained that she hadn't just that weekend in mind, but indefinitely.

I was gobsmacked and didn't know how I felt or what to say, but she took my immediate erection as a yes, and I realised that my body and mind were not quite in agreement over this turn of events, but that my body was winning.

And so that weekend became the first of about six months of abstinence. I put the CB on each Friday evening and Heather gave me back the key on Monday morning.

I'm too proud to beg her for relief, and so built up until I came in a wet dream overnight, finding myself in the same sort of mess that Heather hated one morning. Heather was not amused as the sheets had been clean on that night, and so we had a discussion about how we could stop this happening.

And so came a new variation on our card game - once a week, usually on a Saturday, I drew a card and if it was a Jack, Queen or King then Heather would give me the key and snuggle me and help me masturbate cleanly and tidily, after which I was locked up again. If I hadn't drawn a Jack, Queen or King for four weeks, then I used an Aneros prostate massager to empty out my sperm sack and reduce the risk of night emissions. The Aneros makes you empty out your cum without any feeling of sexual relief or excitement whatsoever.

But that is not yet the end of the story.

Two months ago, Heather again went quiet one weekend, and when I asked her what the problem was she admitted that she didn't feel that she was old enough to give up normal sex altogether and that she wanted to feel a cock in her again.

I took this as an offer and pulled her towards the bedroom.

Then she dropped her bombshell.

She told me that she was enjoying our sexual relationship as it was now too much to spoil it and that she meant that she wanted to take on an occasional lover. She really emphasised how much she loved me, and loved our relationship in every way, but was insistent that the cock she would be having could not be mine or that would ruin the sub-dom relationship that we had both grown to love so much.

I guessed she must have someone in mind, and after a little coaxing she admitted that there was someone at her art class that she found quite attractive, and had been flattered because he had been coming on to her despite being about 20 years younger.

We talked about it all weekend on and off, and each time we did, my cock let me down again by showing her that I was excited by the idea despite what my mind was telling me again.

On Monday evening when I came home from work, Heather was not at home which was unusual, and did not answer my calls to her mobile phone. Monday night is her art class night, and I quickly realised what was up.

At 11pm (the art class finishes at 9pm), Heather arrived home, looking flushed, excited and positively glowing.

She would not answer my questions, although just from looking at her they didn't need much answering. She insisted that I put my CB on and come straight to bed, where she proceeded to masturbate herself in front of me to a shattering climax, with spunk clearly oozing down her legs as her spasms pushed it out. She complained bitterly about the mess - reminiscent of times gone past with me and where all this started.

She told me everything, but that is another story, save that she hadn't come home between work and her art class in case seeing me would have given her cold feet.

She was like a wild thing the rest of the week, wanting a repeat performance of my wearing the CB and her masturbating every night.

The following Monday was another surprise. She came home after work, and I watched her as she bathed, made up and put on far too sexy clothing for an art class! She told me that if I wanted to watch her then it was my place to do so only while wearing my CB, and so there I was constrained and caged watching my gorgeous wife prepared to make love to another man.

But the night's surprises did not end there.

When she arrived home at about the same late time as the previous week, she once again called me to the bedroom where she had stripped right down, but this time told me to get down and lick her clean, telling me that since another one of my "kind" has filled her full of this mess, then I should clean her up to avoid her being messy all night!

As I licked her clean, she came nosily, pushing loads more cum out into my mouth.

So that is where we are now.

The only time I see my wife naked, I am wearing a CB. I have to watch my wife dressing herself up once a week to go and meet her lover, and then I have to clean up his cum from in her when she gets home. I get to masturbate for relief at random times governed by a pack of cards, and if the cards aren't kind get to empty myself by prostate massage with no sexual relief at all.
And best of all, both Heather and I are loving every minute of it, and are more in love with each other than ever.

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I can go on enjoying my Alpha Male

My wife, Heather, and I used to disagree about female domination, with her actually being the one that doubted that it was anything other than a sexual fantasy created by men. From time to time I had fantasised about her "controlling" me, and even tried to get her to keep me locked up in a CB3000 that I had bought. She didn't want to know, and some time later actually told me that my intensity about the whole scene nearly drove her away from me.

However, about two months ago, over supper one night, we were discussing the Alpha male theory, which Heather thought was complete rubbish, especially the part about women preferring Alpha males as fathers for their children and Beta males as their partners. She had this belief that I am an Alpha male, I suppose because we have always had a good but simple sexual relationship and I have fathered two lovely children by her. Anyway, the argument got rather more heated than usual I accused her of just plain not understanding because she was in denial, as a result of her being brought up to think that all men are the bosses in the relationships and all women are supposed to be subservient. Her parents were an absolutely super and devoted couple, but definitely very Victorian traditional.

She got really angry at the accusation of denial, because she always thinks of herself (and she usually is) a very balanced person. The upshot was that I challenged her just to try dominating me for a month and see if actually doing it would bring out some more instincts in her that she was suppressing as a result of her upbringing. She responded tartly that it would just serve me right if she did, and then refused to discuss it any more, insisting that there was a TV programme that she wanted to watch.

At bedtime however, I put on the CB3000 and, naked as usual, climbed into bed beside her. She was reading and hadn't noticed it on me. As she looked up at me, I gave her the two keys, which she initially looked at in puzzlement and then accepted them and put them on the bedside table. Glacial was an understatement!

We always have a rule of never letting the sun go down on our anger, and so when I turned my light out to go to sleep, she rolled over and, as she always has, she snuggled into my right shoulder and put her right leg over mine. Normally this is a very comfortable position and we often fall asleep in it, but this night her thigh was resting on the strangeness of the CB3000 and Percy started to twitch and grow uncomfortably.

The following morning, we got up, showered and dressed with Heather (if she noticed it) ignoring the CB3000 and not mentioning our discussion of the previous night. I was working at home that day, so started to wash up the breakfast dishes while she readied herself to go out and she came and kissed me on the ear as I was washing the frying pan, saying "Good boy" as one would say to a dog after telling it to sit. I was rather amused and replied "Woof", at which she chuckled and left for work.

After washing up, I went up to our en-suite bathroom to clean my teeth and checked to see if the keys were still on the bedside table, where I expected they would still be. I was surprised to see that they weren't there, and then thought that Heather must have just moved them, so I looked around. The more I looked, the more they weren't to be found, and such was my conviction that Heather would never take the challenge seriously, that I hunted for them for about an hour before finally coming to the radical idea that she must have taken them with her. Even then, I thought that she must have picked them up either accidentally or intending to give them back to me, but forgetting to do so.

Anyway, it started to dawn on me that witting or unwitting, my wife had turned into my keyholder for at least that one day, and I felt a distinct sense of excitement and panic and an awful lot of discomfort as my normally relatively small Percy desperately swelled to fill the CB3000.

Over the course of the day, during which little work was done as a result of my head going round and round, I made up my mind not to say anything about it when Heather got home. I would leave it up to her to return the keys to me, which I was absolutely certain she would either as soon as she realised she had inadvertently left me locked up, or on the faintest chance that she had deliberately left me locked me up, then she would call it a day at bedtime.

Not feeling like working, in the middle of the afternoon I started tidying around the house and set the table for tea to welcome Heather home. I put a casserole on to cook, and even changed from my jeans into a shirt and slacks for when she arrived home.

When she did arrive home, a little late from her school job, she looked around approvingly at the tidying and the cooking, but didn't say anything. We had a cup of tea and cake together, talking perfectly normally as if nothing was unusual, and the rest of the evening developed the same way. I wondered if she had completely forgotten about the CB3000, but resolved not to say anything - after all she could hardly miss it when we went to bed!

It has always been another rule of ours that whoever cooks, the other washes up, so I was surprised when Heather just got up from the table and went over to the TV saying "I'd like a coffee after you've washed up please" as she did so. A feeling of slight annoyance and a distinct twitch from Percy manifested themselves at the same time, much to my intellectual amusement.

At bedtime, I saw Heather looking at my encased Percy as I got into bed, almost as it to check it was still there. And then she behaved perfectly naturally, chatting about her day and asking me about mine. I didn't tell her that I hadn't got much work done, but made out that I had had a perfectly normal day although it had been far from it. She turned her light off quite quickly after that, and when I turned mine off, she came back into our usual snuggling position before going to sleep.

Early in the morning I ended up with the kind of cramps that only an experienced CB wearer knows, as the 4am woodie took its toll. I could not get comfortable and even a visit to the bathroom barely relieved my discomfort. After about half an hour of tossing and turning a stern voice from the other side of the bed commanded, "stop fidgeting". Normally Heather would sympathetically ask me what was wrong if I was tossing and turning, but clearly this time she had worked out what the cause was and sympathies were not on the agenda. Eventually I got back to sleep and was woken by the alarm.

Now I was in a dilemma, I had been in the CB for nearly a day and a half, and Heather was showing no sign of offering up the keys. Today was also a day that I was going to work and had a number of customer meetings, and I was pretty nervous about whether the CB would show, but at the same time my pride was not going to let me ask for the keys.

With no resolution, we both showered and dressed and after breakfast went our own ways. Apart from my being caged up, it was bizarre that we both behaved exactly as normal, with the usual chat about weather, feeding the cats, what time we would be home and other trivia.

The day actually went past without a hitch and reasonably quickly. I had expected a few woodies to occur which would be difficult to hide, but they actually didn't happen.

When I arrived home, which was much later than Heather owing to my commute, I found her in the sitting room with her legs up on the couch and watching television with a cup of tea. She told me that there was another cup "in the pot" if I wanted it, and so I went into the kitchen to get it, only to find that all the breakfast plates were still out needing to be cleared away. Normally, Heather (if she were first home) would tidy up, as would I in my turn. I quickly stacked the plate sin the dishwasher and washed the couple of things that needed washing, and returned to the sitting room with my cup of tea.

When I said, pointedly, that I had washed up, Heather simply said "thank you, and what are you cooking me for supper". I think my mouth must have fallen open, because she then said "Well, that's what you wanted isn't it? Me to be dominating? Thank you for clearing up and for cooking supper yesterday, but you did say a month, so get to it!"

I was about to remonstrate, but caught a very steely look in her eyes, and decided that a real tiff could follow any further dissent, and anyway I was trying to come to grips with the strong feeling of eroticism that I was experienced and the strong erection that was trying to form in the CB3000.

For some unknown reason or instinct, I just knelt down beside her, and caressing her stockinged feet asked her what she would like me to cook for her.

We chose one of the special meals that I normally cooked for her on the weekends, and she suggested that we open a bottle of wine with it. Something that we do not normally have on a weekday unless it is a special occasion. Actually, she did not suggest that we open a bottle of wine, what she said was "I'd like a bottle of the nice Chablis with it, and some freshly baked Ciabata bread!"

I cooked. We ate. Heather drank more than her share of the wine (again she is normally meticulous about us sharing equally, especially if it is a special wine as this was). I washed up. I brought coffee through. We headed off for bed.

When we went to bed, I put the quick warming electric blanket on while she showered, and she was tucked up warmly by the time I showered and went to join her.

"I'd like to make love", she announced, "but since I am nice and clean and fresh from the shower, I don't want you messing me up, so you can stay in that thing. Now start tweaking my nipples the way you know I like".

The next half hour was amazingly erotic and most frustrating, as I teased and caressed her until she came, in one of the longest orgasms I ever remember her having. All the while Percy was straining in his confinement, while Heather hung on to the cage as if to be doing the restraining herself.

When she finished, she turned over, turned the light off and settled to sleep without even having our usual night time cuddle. I felt humbled, humiliated, loving, adoring, frustrated and horny and it took me hours to get to sleep, not least off all because I was desperate not to "fidget" as I had been told off for doing the night before.

The following day was a Friday, and another work at home day for me, and it went very much the same as before, but this time after washing up the breakfast things, I did manage to settle down to work. Lunchtime, I took an hour off work (I usually work through) and I cleaned an tidied the house. When Heather arrived home, I felt a real glow at her obvious approval of my work. We went out to supper in a local pub as we often do on a Friday, and met up with friends and chatted with them. Heather asked them back for coffee, which I served, and we talked until well after midnight over a couple of brandies before our friends left.

Bedtime was a pretty uneventful affair as we were both tired, and so mutually turned our lights off quickly and I was rewarded with a cuddle.

After my 4am woody and a pee to relieve it, I actually managed to sleep until quite late when Heather nudged me and suggested tat I make us a cup of tea. Bringing it back to bed, she at last actually broke cover and asked me how I was feeling about it all "now that I had been her locked up servant for three and a half days".

When I told her about feeling frustrated and horny, she giggled and said that she could see that, "and feel it", which was why she had enjoyed clinging onto my caged Percy while she was going off. I then told her all about the erotic surges that I had had when she had been dominant, firstly when I realised that she had in fact taken the keys with her on the first day, then even more so when I realised that she had taken them deliberately and not accidentally. I confessed about the excitement that I had felt when she told me to do things like wash up or cook her supper, and especially the enormous thrill and frustration I had felt when she demanded solo sex from me, keeping me under lock and key while she took her pleasure.

"You really are into being submissive, aren't you?" She said with an obvious look of amazement on her face. " Well, I am quite enjoying having a holiday from all of the cooking and housework, so I'm quite happy to go on with this experiment if you are."

I wasn't sure what to say, but thinking about it for a moment made Percy swell uncomfortably in his cage, and since she was resting up against me she could feel my reaction, and giggling said "I'll take that as a yes then!"

Now, Saturday mornings have always been one of our favourite times for making love, and it was immediately obvious that Heather was feeling in that kind of a mood, and it wasn't long before we were making out quite passionately. Heather reached into her bedside cabinet and produced her favourite vibrator, and started to massage herself with it. A little bit hesitantly, I gently interrupted her and asked her for the key so that I could let myself out of my imprisonment and join in the action properly.

She turned off the vibrator, opened her eyes and looked at me with a surprised expression. "I'm sorry", she said, "but I didn't realise when you put that thing on and gave me the keys with the implication that we were going to see if I could be dominant for a month, that I was expected to let you out after just a few days. So, just to make sure that you couldn't find the keys I left them at school in my locker in the staff room. I knew that if I needed to I could get them in an emergency. So I'm afraid you're going to have to stay like that at least for the weekend."

"Hang on!", I exclaimed, "I think this does constitute an emergency, right now".

Heather looked at me sternly, "We always get into trouble if we call the caretaker out to open up out of hours, so if you have any ideas that I am going to make a fool of myself going to get those keys then you have another think coming! Now I've really lost it, you've made me go right off the boil. Just for that, and because I am supposed to be being dominant, you can go and bring me some breakfast in bed."

Once again I felt Percy twitch as Heather commanded me, and I headed off downstairs to make breakfast. By the time I'd got us freshly squeezed orange juice, coffee and toast together and headed back up to the bedroom with it, I found Heather lying back very much enjoying herself with her favourite vibrator once again. I put the tray on the floor and climbed into bed beside her and caressed her in her favourite way. She opened her eyes, and looked approving at me and muttered "Good boy!", before closing her eyes again and rapidly heading into another enormous orgasm.

The stage was set for the weekend, which was spent entirely around me cleaning, cooking and serving Heather, while she relaxed. Heather is usually a once during the week and at the most twice at the weekend girl, but this weekend she exceeded her previous record easily as she had me make love to her while finishing off the key parts of the action with her vibrator. Interestingly, her orgasms seemed to be much stronger than I was used to with our "traditional lovemaking", although I wasn't sure whether this was down to my previous lack of technique or whether she was now getting off more on the whole domination scene. A slight anxiety fluttered around my mind that it could just be the latter.

On Monday, I reminded Heather and she set off for work to pick up the keys, but when she got home in the evening and I asked her about them, she said that she had decided that I could wait until the following weekend for my release, because she couldn't do with me being all heavy on her during the working week. Although desperately frustrated, I did not dare argue with her after the reaction on Saturday morning, and anyway was beginning to enjoy the erotic twinges that I kept feeling whenever she was being dominant. Slightly to my disappointment, she did not require my services every night that week at bedtime, instead preferring just to go quietly to sleep most nights. Over the weekend that I had got really to enjoy seeing her sexual satisfaction achieved over and over again.

Friday morning came, and I could not resist reminding her once again to pick up the keys from school. I was so confident that she would honour her implied promise, so I didn't check with her when she came in on Friday night. After another day of working at home, I had the house all spick and span, and had been out to be shops and bought all the ingredients for a special supper that I then proceeded to cook for her. As well as an aperitif, the full bottle of wine (which Heather had the majority of), I had also bought a half bottle of dessert wine that we finished off after supper. I was therefore a bit disappointed, but not surprised, when Heather more or less passed out as soon as she got to bed and I snuggled down beside her thinking in an excited anticipation of the lovemaking and the release that would follow on Saturday morning.

Unfortunately, it was not to be. I had put fresh bread on to cook overnight, and was up early to make Heather breakfast ready for when she called down to me. I brought her breakfast up to her, and had difficulty keeping the tray on my lap in bed as Percy's antics did not help the balancing act at all.

After breakfast, we settled down to our lovemaking exactly as I had anticipated. At the same point as the previous week, I asked Heather for the key. With just the faintest of smiles round her lips, she didn't even open her eyes or stop with the vibrator as she said quietly "You didn't really think that I was going to bring them back just yet, did you? I'm just beginning to enjoy all this attention. So I have left them there for the time being." The tease obviously excited her, as she almost immediately started to buck and pant as she said it, and only is her orgasm started to subside did she open her eyes and look at me and thrust the dagger in, saying "and with its being half term next week, I can't get the keys for another 10 days", and so saying went off into another paroxysm of orgasm.

I just lay there, gobsmacked. I had no idea how to react. It was so unexpected. I had felt that she had been just playing the game for the first few days, and then perhaps punishing me for forcing the whole thing on her by extending it to 10 days. Now I was beginning, anxiously, to think that I had unleashed something deeper.

I think that she must have realised something of what I was feeling, because she rolled over and started to stroke me gently and kiss me, saying to me "It's all right, you are enjoying it and I am enjoying it. You challenged me to be dominant for a month, and although I didn't feel that it was me at all, you more or less forced me into it by coming to bed in your CB. So I think it is only fair that since we have got over one third of the way through the month, that we should at least continue the experiment to the end of the month."

Heather has always known how to get round me, and the tenderness in which she was stroking me and the excitement that she made me feel as she deeply kissed me while she was saying all this, made all my concerns fly away, and I just nodded and loved her back.

The next 10 days over half term were a very intimate time between us. We seemed to have a mountain of love between us, and I really enjoyed taking care of her and being relaxed. Because she was on holiday, she did do a few of the chores around the house, while I was out at work, although she left all of the cleaning, cooking and washing up to me. She did go on looking after the clothes washing and doing the ironing, because she has always said that she felt relaxed while ironing, and she always said that I did not know how to iron her clothes the way she likes them.

In the middle of the week I had the opportunity to visit Paris on business, so I took a day of holiday, and Heather came with me, and we stayed in our favourite hotel near L'Etoile. It was just as well that we could travel by Eurostar train, as I certainly would not have fancied going through the airline security check with my little padlock on! We had a great couple of days in Paris, but on the second afternoon (the day I wasn't working), Heather and I ended up making love before going out to dinner in the evening, and Heather wistfully said that she really fancied a good solid Percy inside her, about which we could do very little at the time, since the keys were safely back in her locker in England.

After we had had dinner we were just wandering around some of the streets in the Latin quarter, when I spotted what looked to be a sex shop. I dragged Heather into it, which she looked upon with great distaste, until I pointed out a couple of very realistic looking dildoes, at which point she twigged and laughingly tolerated me buying one for her. Apart from her favourite vibrator, which she got into when our children were very young and she found she needed something to give an extra boost (and achieve her orgasm more quickly before we were interrupted), she has always been very anti sex toys, which partly accounted for her disliking the CB3000 at first.

When we got back to the hotel, we went to have a coffee and Amaretto, which is a tradition of ours on holiday, but she drank hers down quickly and encouraged me to do the same, waving her little black plastic bag and saying "Hurry up, I want to give this a try."

I certainly was not going to stand in the way of this adventure, and it was almost a race to see who could strip off first when we got to the bedroom. Heather is of an age where she doesn't always get very wet, but she was absolutely soaking and ready for it, which was just as well because I had not taken any lubricant with me on holiday, as I was not expecting any need for it! Twice in less than six hours, is a rarity for Heather, but she had no difficulty screaming and bucking, such that I thought the neighbours would complain, as I eased the fake Percy in and out of her. Afterwards, she said "That was pretty good. I think it was bigger than you, which felt great, but it didn't have the feeling of a real Percy". Then she crashed out and slept very soundly whilst I lay and mulled over my thoughts.

While I had felt one level of excitement in giving her pleasure in being denied myself, using an artificial Percy on her, whilst mine was locked up gave me an even deeper sense of sexual excitement and thrill, and it made me wonder what I would feel like if in fact it had not been a fake Percy but someone else's real one performing the job.

The train on the way back to London was quiet, and we had a lot of space to ourselves in the carriage, and for a while we chatted over the experiences of the last couple of weeks, and how we felt about them all. I admitted to Heather how I had felt about using the dildoe on her, and she in her term confessed that she was finding it less strange and more acceptable than she had anticipated being in a dominant role. "Are you sure you want to go on with this?" she asked me at one point, "Because I think we may be crossing bridges that we can't go back over". We agreed to finish the month, and then see where we got to.

By the time Heather went back to school, I had been locked up for nearly three weeks, and my body was beginning to get accustomed to it. My 4am woodies had diminished considerably, and on a few occasions when lying beside Heather and pleasuring her, I only had half rather than full erections in my cage.

On the Monday morning that Heather went back to school, I opened my mouth to mention about the key, but she anticipated me, saying "since we've so nearly got through the month with you staying locked up, let's leave the keys where they are until the end of the month is up". The way she said it made it clear that it was a rhetorical question to which she had already decided the answer.

That evening, she was in a slightly strange mood all evening. When it came to bedtime, she turned to me and said "It's nearly three weeks since I had a good screw, and although I am really enjoying you pleasuring me the way that you are, I have not gone without a Percy for this long all the years we have been together and I really fancy a Percy in me"

Not understanding, I immediately got her new dildoe out of the drawer, but she quickly said "No, not that, I mean a real Percy." And when I looked enquiringly at her, she went on to say that she was thinking of one of her male colleagues at the school.

She went on to tell me that he had come back at the end of half term and given in his notice to leave at the end of term, and so there could not possibly any longer term consequences of a short fling with him.

I knew the colleague she was referring to a little, as she had introduced me to him at a school party in the past. He is tall, young and blond with almost permanent stubble and looks a little like Bjorn Borg. Heather had often referred to him as "quite a hunk, who all the teenage girls drool over", and made it clear that she thought he was quite fanciable too. She went on to explain that the reason that she had been quiet all evening was that she had been thinking about where all this had started in a debate about Alpha and Beta males those three weeks ago. She said, and it hurt as she said it, that the last few weeks had made her realise that if there was any truth in the Alpha and Beta male theory, then I must be the epitome of a Beta male. She said that she thought that if we were really going to test out the theory, and in the spirit of testing the dominant/submissive relationship between us over this month, then she owed it to us both to see how it would feel to her going with a very clearly "Alpha male".

I was devastated, and started to cry gently. Heather started to stroke me and kiss me, and told me and reminded me that she loved me very much. She pointed out that if I was right about the Alpha and Beta male theory (which I had espoused so much), then I should realise that even if she did go and make love with her colleague, that it would be no threat to our continued loving partnership relationship.

I told her that I didn't think that I was ready for this, and that but I felt that it had all gone too far and we should stop the experiment. She disagreed, and thought we would always regret and wonder what might have been if we did not continue with the experiment, and that in any case when we had discussed going on to the end of the month just two days earlier, I had agreed then. All the time that she was saying this, she was continuing to stroke and kiss and love me and I was aware that regardless of what my brain seemed to be saying to me, Percy obviously had other thoughts, because he was absolutely straining to break out with the CB 3000, and the sexual tension in my groin was amazing. As she went on to say that she had already arranged to meet him for a drink the following night, I felt as though I was about to shoot my load spontaneously.

As I calmed down, Heather said to me "Come on, help me go off, you know you enjoy it". And hating myself for it, I did just that and felt so much intensity of love for my dear wife as she gave me the excitement of enjoying her pleasure.

I hardly slept at all that night, but was up early making Heather her breakfast. The feeling inside me was one of confusion about what was to come later that day, but right now I wanted to give as much as I could to her to be certain that whatever happened that evening she would still want to come home to me. When Heather came down to breakfast, she was amazed to find that I had set the table linen, and had even prepared her a Bucks fizz instead of her usual orange juice.

I was out at work all day, which I think was fortunate under the circumstances, as I am not sure how I would have coped with my feelings all day at home. When I arrived home, I was surprised to see Heather's car in the drive, as I think I had it in my mind that she was going to meet him straight away after school for their drink together.

I found her soaking in a scented bath full of bubbles, and she looked up at me with a smile that made my heart melt. "Dry me darling please", she asked, and I was happy to oblige. She explained that they had arranged to meet later on, as he had some sport coaching to do first.

Back in the bedroom, she got me to help her get dressed, asking me which of her sexy underwear I thought that he would find most attractive on her, dispelling any illusions that I might have had that she had no intention of going very far in this, by making it plain that she expected him to see her underwear. We chose white lace knickers and a bra that I had bought from Victoria's Secret as a present for Heather the previous year on a business trip to San Francisco. I was both delighted that she should think that this present was her sexiest underwear, but also hurt that she was wearing it for another man.

Just before eight o'clock, she drove off looking as attractive and sexy as I could remember in the 25 years we had been together. As she left, I asked her when she would be back, and she replied very simply "I don't know".

My evening was amazing, I just remember sitting in the sitting room with no television or music or anything, with my head going round and a feeling of euphoria which made no sense. I don't think I have ever felt as sexually excited in my life, but at the same time could not do anything nor even wanted to do anything about it.

At about 11 o'clock, I went to bed, by which time I was certain that they had been so long together that she must be in his arms if not in his bed. I had only just dropped off to a fitful sleep about half an hour later, when I heard the front door open, and Heather come in. She called to me, and I called back, and she immediately came up to the bedroom. As soon as she came into the room she said "We didn't", although from her dishevelled look my immediate thought had been that she must have done, and my immediate feeling was one of let down. "Let me get undressed and into bed, and I'll tell you about it", she said.

When she came to bed, she told me that they had had a very pleasant drink and had chatted for quite a long time. They had actually had quite a grope in the car park and she had felt quite differently sexy than she did with me. She wasn't sure whether this was "Alpha" vs "Beta" male, or whether it was just the novelty after nearly 25 years of being a one man woman She found that she had been very strongly physically attracted to him, but in many ways felt that she did not like him as a person. It was a combination of that not liking him, and also being concerned about how I would take it, that held her back from accepting his offer to go home with him for a "coffee". She felt that he was attracted to her, and it was obvious to her that he cared little for the fact that she was a married woman, and that he expected to bed any women he chose. She felt that he didn't understand why, with her being a much older teacher, and married, she should have asked him out for a drink, and so he probably had not been assuming that bed was on the cards with her anyway. She thought he probably only gave her a grope for the laugh, rather than any serious intent of expectation.

She asked me then how I had felt about the whole evening, and was I pleased or disappointed that she had not slept with him. I told her as honestly as I could about all my intense feelings over the evening, and about my disappointment when she said "We didn't".

"Well, you can help me go off now" she said, and I discovered that she was once again very wet and ready. "I very nearly agreed to go home with him you know, because I quite fancy him", she admitted as I slid the dildoe in, "and that blasted thing does not feel like a real Percy she said with feeling", but it did not stop her from having another intense orgasm.

The next week was uneventful, and was very much a continuation of me pleasuring Heather whenever she wanted, and the continued shift of housework to me. The weekend was nothing like as sexually active as previous weekends had been, and Heather admitted that it was because we were approaching the end of the trial month and she was starting to feel almost "end of holiday blues", where you stop enjoying your holiday because you know it is coming to an end soon.

The last Monday before we should have reached the end of our trial month, as we settled down to what I will thought was going to be one of our last CB caged sex sessions before my release, Heather said that her colleague had approached her and asked her if she would like to meet him for a drink after his coaching session on the Tuesday evening again. She said she had been surprised, and very flattered after the previous Tuesday. It was obvious from the way that she told me that she had already accepted the offer. "You don't mind, do you? I'm quite flattered really, and I may not get many more offers like this at my age. You can have another evening of sexual fantasy, although I warn you that since you obviously enjoyed the idea so much last week, if he asks me back for a coffee this time, then that I may very well go"

"Now, I'm panting for it, just at the thought, so make me go off, there's a good boy!"

The Tuesday evening started as a rerun of the previous one, with Heather teasing me about the underwear saying that she would wear the Victoria's Secret set again as he hadn't seen it the previous week. Heather had actually been very clever with me, in building up expectation that she may go further this week, otherwise I probably would not have built up the same level of intense excitement in anticipation again. I quickly entered back into the euphoria sub-space again as soon as she had left the house. Sub-space is a feeling I have heard described, but never understood until this happened to me and is a feeling that everyone should experience.

Once again I went to bed at about 11 o clock, this time fantasising about them groping in the car park. Half-past 11 came and went. Midnight came and went, and I eventually fell asleep at about 1 o clock, with still no sign of Heather. My 4am woodie woke me up and I realised that Heather still had not come home. At that point I started feeling concerned about her, but soon realised that there was very little I could do as I actually had absolutely no idea where her colleague lived.

At 5am, I heard the front door open, and Heather came up the stairs and into the bedroom. She didn't have to say it; I could see it in her face and in her movement. Her every move looked as though the whole of her nether parts were tender. "We did", she said unnecessarily, and pulling her dress off, revealing a total absence of underwear underneath, she climbed into bed saying "I have no intention of washing, I just want to go on feeling him inside me and outside me for as long as I can".

She rolled over towards me and put her right leg over mine in our usual cuddle, put her head on my shoulder, and started telling me all about it.

The evening had started out exactly the same for them, ending up kissing in the car park, but when it had come to asking her to come back from coffee, he said "Get in your car and follow me. There is no point in me asking you whether you want to come back for coffee; you wouldn't have agreed to come out with me tonight after last week if you hadn't already decided that you want a good fuck".

Although this behaviour absolutely confirmed to Heather a dislike of him as a person, it also confirmed to her the strength of his "Alpha male" characteristics, and she said that she was afraid that the front seat of her car was probably a mess from the amount of moisture that she created on that drive to his flat, never mind the amount of cum that must have leaked out of her on the drive home with no knickers on. Startled, I asked in horror if she had let him come inside her with no protection. She admitted that by the time they got into his bed that she was feeling so hot that she never even thought of it and he certainly had not offered. She went on to describe all of his sexual technique in great detail, clearly loving and reliving the whole experience. She could not remember the number of times he had come inside her, each time bringing her to two or three orgasms, something that we had almost never been able to achieve without the use of her vibrator. She said that each time he came, it felt like bucket loads and she could feel it washing around her womb. I was getting more and more aroused as she described the whole of this to me. She described the size of his Percy as being bigger than mine, even bigger than the dildoe that we had bought, but that it felt "all man" instead of all plastic.

"I think that I am beginning to understand and believe your "Alpha male" theory", she said. I have never felt so truly screwed in all my life. I feel stretched like never before, and awash with his cum. Here", she said putting my hand down to her pussy and guiding my fingers into what felt like an enormous sopping chasm, "just feel that".

Feel that, I did. And in the middle of feeling it, she yelled "Ahhhhh, I'm coming again just at the thought of it" and she started to shudder with her pussy squeezing my fingers which were still inside her.

Although Percy was still straining within the CB 3000, that was it, I started pumping cum all over the place.

"What on earth!" she said, then she realised, "You've come all by yourself just at the thought of it! You really did find it exciting for me to be serviced by an Alpha male after all. Well, that solves two problems."

"What problems are those", I asked, holding her tight and close.

"While the first one was that I was worried that I would need to let you out to come in the next few days, but now that you've come I don't need to do that."

"And the second one?" I asked with a certain amount of concern.

"I was wondering how to tell you that I wanted to extend our trial period and I planned to keep you locked up until the end of term, so that I can go on enjoying having sex with my Alpha male while he is still around. But now it is completely obvious that you are so excited about it, that it won't be a problem. You don't mind, do you!"

"Oh, by the way, I think you've proved conclusively about your theory, don't you?"