A Useful Husband

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    I'm writing a femdom story. Here is the first chapter:

    !. MEETING

    I knew Jenny a long time before we met. Or should I say I knew a lot about her while she was completely unaware of my existence. She had a lot of admirers and she was never short of male company. I was an insignificant, nerdish undergraduate whereas she was already on her masters degree. A mere meteor circling it’s star with a chance of collision close to zero. When it happened I was taken aback, clumsy, unprepared.

    It was in the cafeteria: I was sitting alone as usual. I had no friends unless you count Tim my roommate but our main point in common was having no friends. Jenny was surrounded by several hunky, sporty types but then suddenly she was there asking: “is this anyone’s place, can I sit here?”

    “Yes, I mean no” I spluttered

    “Well which is it yes or no?”. She sat down across from me anyway.

    “I mean why did you change tables?”

    “So you noticed me then”

    “Well yes, kind of. A little bit”

    “Which bit?” I gulped, tongue-tied. “Its ok, just joking.They’re such jerks those guys. All they think about is cock and pussy. You’re not like that are you?”

    “Me? No, not at all”

    “Are you gay then?”

    “No, but my roommate is”
     
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    “That’s bad luck, for him I mean.You are kinda cute” I wasn’t sure if it was a compliment so I stayed silent “do you have a girlfriend?”

    “Not really” I blushed

    “Not really? You can’t have half a girlfriend…unless you’re Jack the Ripper”

    “No, I’m not…”

    “Why do you take everything so seriously? Do you want to be my valentine?”

    “Valentine?”

    “It is February 14th you know. You could take me out for dinner this evening”

    “Dinner?”

    “Yes, and then we walk by the river and kiss under the stars”

    “Kiss?”

    “Why do you keep repeating what I say? What’s wrong with you?”

    “I feel faint..”

    “Oh Lordy, what have I landed myself? Not just a wallflower but a wilting violet.Here take a swig of this” she handed me a flask of something strong “…that looks better, you did go quite pale. So do I have a date or not?”

    “Yes, what time, what place?”

    “I’ll organise everything. Do you have any money,’cos I’m all out”
     
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    “Yes, of course” I was skint too but I would beg, borrow or steal for a date like this. I was over the moon; I gave her my number.

    “I’ll call you later. What’s your name by the way?”

    “Pete, I mean Peter” trying to sound more dignified.

    “Well, I hope you find some stamina and don’t peter out on me this evening”

    “I will, I mean I won’t”

    “Don’t you want to know my name?”

    “Yes please Jenny, what’s your…” fortunately she laughed at my idiocy.

    “Have you been stalking me?”

    “Stalking?” I had been but I would certainly not admit it. Once I even followed her home.

    “Yes you know, follow me.To find out where I lived.That would be creepy”

    “Oh no, nothing like that but you do stand out somewhat”

    “Since when ‘have I stood out’?”

    “Oh about two years, four months…and, er, two weeks”

    “Well, that’s precise. I have to run. See you later and don’t flake out on me this is important”

    As if. How can I be ‘important’ to her? What had I done to deserve this? Better not go down the road of self-doubt now. Just accept it; my luck had changed.

    I splashed out on a restaurant I couldn’t afford and we had a perfect evening: a sumptuous valentine dinner, a walk holding
     
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    hands and even a kiss under a full moon. Jenny was so affectionate, everyone thought we were lovers. I had to keep adjusting my permanent erection, so it didn’t show. Discreetly, or so I thought.

    “Stop playing with yourself, it’s embarrassing. If you behave, you might get lucky later”

    When we reached her door she said “you will come in now…for coffee, I mean” it wasn’t a question, not that I would have refused.

    “Go take a shower while I prepare the drinks”

    It was hard to believe that I was about to reach the inner sanctum, the honeypot of my desires; I was so excited and nervous. Would I be able to perform?

    “Jenny, I can’t find my clothes”

    “Wear the bathrobe, you will be more at ease” (how I wished to be at ease) “here’s your coffee and a ‘digestif’”

    “Delicious, what is it?”

    “Grand Marnier. A present from an admirer”

    The alcohol boosted my confidence: “so you use a gift from a previous lover to seduce the next”

    “What makes you think you’ll be my lover” was the cold reply.

    “Well I…I’m sorry for being presumptuous. I sort of assumed..”

    I’d made a blunder.

    “When it comes to me or us, never make assumptions. As the saying goes: ‘better remain silent and be thought a fool than speak and remove all doubt’. Here, have some chocolate with your coffee”
     
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    “Green and Blacks, my favourite” I pronounced, trying to gain some credibility.

    “Quite appropriate really”

    “How so?”

    “You’re as green and callow as fresh-sawn willow, though not the weeping kind, I hope. As for me, black is my favourite colour and I’m interested in…never mind, you’ll find out if you stick around”. I decided to not prove my foolishness by asking for clarification.

    “Take off your bathrobe”

    “But I’ll be naked”

    “Astute deduction,Peter. Rumours of your high intelligence prove correct. Do I need to repeat myself?”

    I complied.It was so embarrassing but what could I do?

    “Why are you hiding your genitals? Put your hands behind you. Is that erection permanent, do you have priapism?”

    “No, I don’t think so. It’s just..”

    “Ok, it’s just that you’re pleased to see me.I propose that you see a lot more of me. How are you cunnilingus skills?”

    “Cunning what?”

    “Not just green, a complete beginner. How old are you?”

    “Twenty-two”

    “Right, I have ten years experience. You’ll be my apprentice and we’ll start now. Kneel down here”

    In one swift movement she lifted her skirt, grabbed my hair and pulled my face between her legs.
     
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    “Use your tongue to make me come.If you can give me an orgasm you’ll be rewarded” The sudden novel intimacy was exciting but I was a floundering newbie and she soon pushed me away. “You’re in need of training but I don’t have time right now.Come here, sit on the bed and lie back”. She started stroking me, it felt so good. “How often do you masturbate?”

    “I don’t..”

    “Do you take me for an idiot? All men do it, or 99%.Do you want to be one of the 1% of freaks that don’t?” That did not sound like something I wanted to be.

    I felt sudden intense heat in my groin. What was she doing? It wasn’t heat but an ice-pack that she’d applied to shrivel my boy-bits. She then nimbly encased my cock in a metal device.

    “Damn, should have got the mini size”

    “What’s that thing?”

    “It’s a cock cage, no more wanking for you. From now on I’m your mistress and key-holder. I decide when you’ll be released”

    “When will that be?”

    “At first I’ll check for chafing every day. As for ejaculations, it’ll be me that decides. And don’t get any ideas about fucking me. This whole exercise is to make those jerks jealous. I want to see them fighting for every little privilege. The winning suitor will pay a high price, I’ll have him licking my feet and sucking my toes even if I have to force him”

    I stopped myself just in time from offering to suck her beautiful toes without the need for force. I realised that I was just a bit player and she would have seen my offer as irrelevant in her game-plan.Did I consider backing out at this point? No way! My perfect woman had allowed me contact with the most
     
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    intimate part of her. Not with the organ I had hoped for but with the promise of more practice, I was not about to complain.

    I had no idea where this would lead but I was as eager and scared to find out in equal measure.
     
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    Well that first date was memorable!!!
     
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    Great start!
     
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    2. Marriage


    I was thinking ‘this is the best day of my life’; I had just married the most beautiful woman I had ever known. She is intelligent, funny, confident, talented, creative…

    I accepted without hesitation when she proposed to me. Then she imposed conditions: it would be a wife-led-marriage and her decisions would final. She also demanded a period of three months in chastity. When I looked dubious, she explained: “think of yourself as a knight on a quest, proving his worth to win his queen; three months may seem a long time now but it’s a small sacrifice for a lifetime of bliss”. As usual she convinced me.


    She carried on as before with her boyfriend, Doug, but when I objected she said: “oh but chastity is for the man,I don’t need to prove anything” and that was that. Jen’s father had died when she was a child, so Doug had taken his place for the ceremony. Quite appropriate really, he was literally giving her away to me! I looked up and there they were dancing together; but from today I would be Jen’s lover and companion. I had won first prize…


    “She’s a right stunner, ain’t she” a rough voice rudely interrupted my reverie.


    “What? What are you talking about?”


    “The bride of course, bet you’d like to be the one bedding ‘er tonight. Them’s a well-matched couple, if you ask me.” I was about tell the oik that he hadn’t been asked but my curiosity stopped me. If he thought Doug was the groom, how many others thought so too? “Look ‘ow they can’t keep their ‘ands off of each uvver. Know somefink? She’s not a virgin.” Being aware of Jen’s active sex life, I almost burst out laughing. “Wanna know a secret? Saw ‘em coming out of the cleaners’ cupboard. All tousled, red-faced and breathless, they was. And right sheepish when they saw me”


    “When was this?”


    “Today, at the church.Not really a cupboard, it’s a disinfected chapel where the cleaning stuff is kept”


    “I think you mean disaffected”


    “That’s what I said, it means there’s no more holy spirits in there. Replaced ‘em with uvver spirits, we ‘ave. Get my meaning?”


    “We?”


    “Church warden I am. ‘Ave been for years, since the wife died, God bless ‘er.”


    “So you saw the wedding ceremony?”


    “Nah, seen one, seen ‘em all” as if talking about porn films, “I just come for the bubbly and lovely grub” he boasted, taking a gulp from his champagne glass.


    “So you’re a freeloader.I bet you don’t even have an invitation”


    “Now ‘ang on young man, no need to get uppity with me. Where’s your invite? Go on, show me. See, you ain’t got one neither” of course I didn’t have one and couldn’t even tell him why “quite ‘appy you was to get an eyeful of the bride, bet you don’t even know ‘er”


    I decided to move away from the tiresome pest before an indiscretion from me added embarrassment to humiliation. But maybe he was right, maybe I didn’t know Jenny well enough. We had met each other just a month before she sprung a surprise on me. I was head-over-heels in love but was completely taken aback when she declared: “I think you would make a good husband”. I couldn’t believe it and like a fool asked: “for you?” “Yes, who else did you have in mind?” “Nobody, it’s just that I…what about Doug?” “I don’t think he’s looking for a husband; he’s a bit of a homophobe” “No I mean…” “It’s ok, just joking. Now let’s do this properly, I want you down on bended knee. I even have a ring” “Shouldn’t it be me supplying the…wow, that’s beautiful” “Yes, it’s a family heirloom, a gift from my gran. You don’t have a bean, how could you afford anything like this?” “I’ll have my degree soon and get a good job and then you can have everything you want and…” “I do have expensive tastes but I’m sure you’ll be the perfect provider”. I would soon find out what she meant.


    “Ah Peter, there you are. Why are you hiding behind the bushes? I had such good fun”


    “Yes I saw you. I’m sorry not to be a dancer”


    “Don’t worry, you have other much appreciated skills. It’s time to go now, but there’s a little hitch: the chauffeur has sprained his ankle so Doug has offered to drive us”


    “Is that wise?”


    “Yes, why not? He’s really helped out a lot today. Show some gratitude” Gratitude? He’s been helping himself too, I wanted to say.


    Doug had donned the chauffeur’s cap and held open the rear door for us. As I got in, I saw his mocking expression and realised how much he was enjoying his new role.


    “I don’t want no ‘anky-panky back there in my smart motor” he announced, adopting the regional accent “cleaned it top to bottom to make it spick ’n span seein’ ‘ow I was carryin’ very special persons today”. He adjusted the rear view mirror and leered at Jenny like a lascivious lout.


    “Eyes on the road driver and don’t spare the horses” she commanded imperiously, taking my hand in hers


    “Yes ma’am, anything you say ma’am”


    “Couldn’t we close the dividing window?”


    “No, I’m enjoying the banter”. Kissing and cuddling in the back with Jenny felt so good. We’d not been alone much of the last week. I was enjoying stroking her lovely legs when I discovered she had no knickers. Knowing Jenny, this was not forgetfulness but strategy. Doug kept peering in the mirror but I didn’t care; at last she was mine. She whispered “you’re getting me all excited, I don’t know if I can wait till tonight”


    “You young’uns looking forward to the ‘oneymoon then, that there ‘otel must’ve cost a pretty penny, mister. Bet she’s a good’un in bed, your wife”


    This was too much even for Jenny and she shut the window and pulled down the blinds. Soon after we took the slip-road for a service station.


    “Half-way pee-stop for love-birds” announced Doug in his normal voice. It seemed the game was over.
     
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    continued: Coming out of the toilet, I did a double take; before me under a tree with pink blossom, was a seemingly newly-wed couple kissing. And what a pair! Drawing closer, I saw it was Jenny and Doug. He called out: “ Hey Peter, what’s the name of this beautiful tree?”. “Judas” I replied.


    “Why do you say that? I’m the one who is losing out…oh, you mean the tree, it’s a Judas tree, of course” he was trying to laugh off his mistake. It was the first and only time I saw Doug lose countenance. “Peter, you drive. My eyes are tired and I forgot my glasses”


    “But I don’t know this car” I objected “you’ll have to sit in front”


    “It’s easy, automatic, intuitive. We can’t leave your wife alone on her wedding day” he replied popping the hat on my head and climbing in the back next to Jenny.


    At first I concentrated on the driving, then relaxed and enjoyed the beautiful machine. It was sometime before I noticed noises-off. I couldn’t see anything but my ears were telling me what was going on. I should have stopped them but kept making excuses for inaction: I didn’t want spoil a wonderful day; as Jenny’s lover he was asserting his right until I took over; and what could I do about this iron-hard rod between my legs. Jenny had removed my cock-cage that morning saying: “you’ll be too busy to have time for any naughtiness”. I feigned ignorance and drove on.


    “Go round the block one more time” ordered Jenny as we approached the resort. When I heard cries of ecstasy, I could pretend no more.


    At the hotel Jenny swanned in giving the order: “Peter dear, deal with the luggage while I check in” How could she need so much stuff for one week? The porter took charge at the door and I parked the car. I asked for the room number at the desk but was told:


    “Sorry sir, only guests are allowed upstairs. Mr and Mrs Baker have already gone up”


    Despite the excruciating embarrassment, I blurted out: “ But I am Mr Baker” “Can I see ID…but here it says Mr Peter Timson” “I know but I’ve just married” “Congratulations sir. Where is your wife?” “In our room. Jenny, Mrs Baker”. He looked at me as if I was a deranged simpleton. “Wait, I’ll call the room….she says you can go up”. There was a mirror in the lift; I was still wearing the driver’s cap.


    They were already soaking in the tub, cocktails in hand: “Come and scrub me Peter, your magic touch will energise me. Strip off first, we don’t want your fancy suit messed up”


    I undressed in the bedroom and wrapped a towel round me. I loved washing Jenny but today was special: I was doing it for myself instead of for her lover.After doing a thorough job, she offered my services to Doug.


    “Ok, but just my back” he said much to my relief. As he moved to sit on the side of the bath I glimpsed his cock, long, fat and still flaccid; what would it be like erect? “Wow, I could get used to this. Is he always so obedient?”


    “He will be by the time I’ve finished but he’s still in training. Also today he doesn’t want to risk forfeiting his chance at the honey-pot”. Laughing, they got out of the bath. “Your turn to wash, Peter, while we say goodbye”


    While enjoying the warm soapy water, I noticed things had gone quiet in the bedroom and I’d not heard Doug leave. I crept over to the door and peering round, saw them naked on the bed. Jenny had a particular way of saying goodbye. He was giving her long slow strokes with his huge cock. I thought “stop that, she’s mine now” but was frozen in place. Why did I have a hard-on? Deciding that discretion was the better part of valour, I returned to the bath and started playing with my erection. Can’t do any harm as long as I don’t come, I thought. I could hear the strokes getting faster and I matched their rhythm. By the time I heard their cries of ecstasy, it was to late, I shot my load too and what a load! I reasoned it was better to have a release now so I could last longer later. Reflecting that I would be getting ‘sloppy seconds’ for our first time, I towelled myself dry.Beggars can’t be choosers, I decided and returned to the bedroom in a bathrobe.


    Doug was dressed and they were kissing goodbye: “Doug is leaving. Come and thank him”


    “Thank him?”


    “Yes, you should grateful for him keeping me happy during your period of chastity, for the role he played at the ceremony, for lending us the car and driving us here”. I wanted to add sarcastically: ‘and for fucking my wife three times on our wedding day’ but then contained my peevishness. After all I was not supposed to know about the first, to have heard the second or to have seen the third. I felt a wave of humiliation as I conceded half-heartedly: “Thanks Doug for your help”


    “Anytime. Your wife’s an amazing woman. I hope you have what it takes to make her happy” as if he was sure I didn’t. I was left speechless. Jen took him to the lift.


    “What did he mean? He hasn’t seen me naked. Did you tell him?” I asked when she came back.


    “We did talk about your…er, physique. He said, well you have my number if you need any more ‘help’”


    “But I thought you were finished with him. Don’t forget about the clause on monogamy in the contract”


    “Of course not, I wrote it. But monogamy means ‘one wife’; you are not allowed other women so it only applies to you. I can do as I please but don’t worry, as I told you before, Doug and I have put an end to our relationship. Look here, no disputes, let’s not spoil a wonderful day. It’s eight-o-clock and I’m starving, it’s dinner time”.


    “Hey Jen, what about my turn. You promised”


    “What do you mean ‘your turn’? I’m not a side-show at the fun-fair. You’ll get an orgasm-to-remember before midnight, as promised”. I remember nothing about dinner, I wasn’t hungry, not for food. “why are you not eating? It’s delicious. You’re waiting to have me for desert, is that it? The question is: do you deserve me?”


    Back in the room we undressed and she told me to lie on the bed. She then straddled my chest and tied my wrists to the headboard.


    “What are you doing?”


    “I don’t want you playing with yourself. You can eat me all you want but I’m too sore for PIV…” I looked puzzled “I mean penetration”.


    “Sore? Why, what happened?”feigning ignorance.


    “Come on Peter, I saw you spying on us from the bathroom. Doug can be quite rough sometimes and you saw how big he is. I bet you had an erection and you were touching your noodle. Did you ejaculate?”


    “Me, no never” I replied a little too emphatically.


    “Don’t lie to me, you know how I hate dishonesty”


    “I’m sorry Jenny, you guessed right”


    “Normally you would be punished but this is a special day and I want to reward you for your three-month chastity feat.


    She started stroking my erection. This was not going according to plan, at least not my plan. I had feared the humiliation of ‘sloppy seconds’ but now it seemed like something to die for. She rubbed her vulva against my knob. When I instinctively pushed upwards, she slapped my face, hard.


    “Don’t you dare. I said no penetration. You only think of your pleasure, what about me? Do you think your little pencil-dick would give me any pleasure? Would I even feel it?”


    After stroking me some more with her luscious lips, lubricated with Doug’s cum, I shot my load. “There, there feel better now?”she said soothingly sounding like a nurse giving relief to a patient. “It’s been a long busy day.Let’s wash and crash. I want you caged again before bed”


    “I don’t need to be locked anymore, I’ve done my stint. We’re married now and I’ve proved that I’m worthy of you”


    “I’m full of admiration Peter but I can see how chastity improves you. Anyway you played with yourself, so we know you can’t be trusted. Look I bought you a new cage, isn’t that just so cute?”


    “ But it’s tiny…” “It’s the model recommended for your size” “..and it’s pink!” “So are you, it will blend in nicely”


    So the day ended with me again in chastity, cuddling a worn-out Jenny.She was asleep in minutes but I lay awake for hours, mulling the events of the day. Things were not looking good and I decided to have a serious talk with Jenny in the morning. I was preparing my speech when sleep came at last…
     
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    I like you story a lot. I don't read a lot and lots of times reading puts me to sleep but your story has me waiting for what cums next. I do like and hope you share more.
     
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    Personally, I found it hard to read as there’s a lot of dialogue and not a lot of description. More like a script for a play… but it’s a good story non the less.
     
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    Thanks for the comment. The story is hand written and so I will have to type it onto my computer. I'm not home ATM so I'll post chapter three next week.
     
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    That bothered me too at first but I enjoy weaving information suggestively into the dialogue.
     
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    3.honeymoon


    Where was I? What time was it? Where was Jenny? The sun was already high, I’d overslept. I threw on some clothes and ran downstairs. I spotted Jen on a lounger by the pool; she looked magnificent and had already attracted an admirer.


    “Peter, come and meet Lewis. This gallant knight rescued me this morning”


    “Don’t exaggerate, I only helped you figure out the coffee machine” Lewis objected


    “Honey, you’re too late for breakfast, go get something at the coffee shop”


    “But I’ve no money”


    “Here you go” she said fishing a fiver out of her bag. So much for my firm resolution of the day before; my prepared speech would have to wait. I decided to retreat before risking further humiliation. I could see Jenny from the café and the hunk was massaging her legs. While finishing my coffee I was wondering what to do but when I looked up again he was gone.


    “Jenny, why were you letting a complete stranger caress you?”


    “Don’t be silly, Peter, he works here; he’s a masseur and I’m having a session later. He knows all the sensitive pressure points and he was demonstrating his technique. It’s going to be awesome. I’m going to the room now to prepare. Come, you will give me a scrub in the shower”


    ————————————


    “It’s nearly time for my session. How do I look?”


    “You’re not going on a date, Jen”


    “Who knows what it could lead to? He did mention ‘extras’ for special customers”


    “But you don’t even know him; you shouldn’t let him be so intimate”


    “I love being seduced and when it’s a stranger, it’s even more exciting”


    “But it’s the second day of our honeymoon. When are we going to..er..consummate our marriage?”


    “Consummate? You make it sound like a duty. I will decide when that happens and I don’t want you whining about it. You’ll spoil our holiday. Peter, this is a test: if Lewis offers an ‘internal massage’ do you want me to accept?”


    Jenny is creamy white and Lewis dark brown. Just the thought of them having sex was getting me excited. I wanted to say ‘if I can watch’ but was reluctant to reveal my secret kink.


    “I haven’t got all day, what’s it to be?”


    To say ‘no’ would have been hypocritical so I chose the middle way and replied: “yes you may accept”


    “I wasn’t asking for permission but seeking proof of acceptation of your status. I bet you would actually like to watch, wouldn’t you?”


    “N-no Jenny”


    She grabbed me between the legs and retorted: “Liar, you’ve got an erection, well as much as you can in your cage. I can read you like an open book”


    —————————————-


    “How was the massage?”


    “First class…and superb extras. It’s pity he works here only at weekends” I hoped that I was disguising my relief “he told me about a nudist beach a short walk from here. We’ll go there later when it’s cooler”


    “You’ll have to unlock me. You know how they insist on no clothing for all”


    “Nonsense! A cock-cage is not clothing, it’s adornment”


    “But I can’t be seen with it. So embarrassing!”


    “Better get used to it. In the coming matriarchy, all men will be locked. You should feel proud to be a pioneer”


    “When will I be released?”


    “You’ll be allowed an ejaculation every two weeks”


    “Only twice a month?”


    “Yes, and you should consider yourself lucky to have an indulgent mistress. Margaret, your future boss, keeps her husband in permanent chastity. She follows taoism and according to the Tao, men over 50 don’t need orgasms”


    “My boss, do you know her?”


    “Yes, of course. How do you think you landed such a well-paid job straight out of university? A few years ago she gave a talk about Male Management. It wasn’t about management by males but of males. She has a female partner and all-male staff even the secretaries. I talked to her after the lecture and realised we had a lot in common. She’s taught me a lot”


    “And I was vainly thinking I’d earned the job on my merits…”


    “Don’t worry, she’s not into nepotism, so make sure you don’t let me down. If you don’t live up to my glowing description, you’ll be thrown out in no time”


    “By my boss or my wife?”


    “Ha ha! I had meant Margaret…but maybe both”


    -+-+-+-+-


    I was hoping Jenny had forgotten about the nude swim when she announced it was time for the beach. When we got to to the notice: NO CLOTHES BEYOND THIS POINT, I tried again to get my device removed.


    “No, it stays on, no exceptions. Anyway I don’t have the key with me”


    I always knew I had poor physique, but everything was emphasised in the nude, in the open, in public. In the end people didn’t seem to notice: being an HTv2 small and pink, maybe it blended in. We had a lovely swim and from a distance could be taken for a normal honeymoon couple, enjoying the simple pleasures of being in love. We were lapping up the last of the afternoon sun, when a booming voice called: “Oh felicity! We meet again”.


    “ Why is he calling you Felicity?”


    “It means ‘great happiness’. You know, he’s pleased to see me. Us. Hey Lewis, I thought you’d be working”


    “ Cancellation”


    “They’ll never know what they’re missing”


    “A man, not exactly the same treatment” they both laughed “so young man, how are you finding married life?”


    “ It’s rather different from what I was expecting”


    “Well yes, your wife is an exceptional woman and you may find her rather exigent at times”


    “Peter requires more training but he’s a fast learner”


    “I see you have him locked up. Is that to defend yourself from the wild beast or…”

    “Hardly, I don’t have much use for his diminutive appendage but he will play with himself when loose. Also chastity does wonders for obedience in a husband. Let’s have dinner together so we can talk more.”


    “With pleasure, but not too late. I have a long journey home.”


    “See you at 7 at the Beach Bistro”


    “Deal”


    -+-+-+-+-+-+-


    “Why did you invitee him? This supposed to be our honeymoon”


    “I know sweetie, and so far I’m enjoying it immensely. But Lewis is intelligent, witty, interesting and ..er, well equipped. I may never see him again and we do have all week together”


    “So he won’t be staying..”


    No, unfortunately he has to get back to Midchester. As well as being a skilled masseur he’s a qualified physiotherapist. He has a practice there in the week and works here just weekends”


    “So he’ll be here Saturday”


    “That’s a point. Peter, you’re a darling for telling me that. I’ll get him to slip in another session before we leave. Go run me a bath, it’s time to get ready”


    -+-+-+-+-+-+-


    “Lewis, you’re very punctual”


    “I don’t like to keep a lady waiting. I’ve taken the liberty to order cocktails and they brought some ‘amuses gueules’ “


    “Well, you are certainly amusing this girl but I’m sorry to say that Peter doesn’t drink alcohol. It makes him too frisky and flighty when combined with chastity. As you probably guessed, this is a female led marriage and what I say goes. In fact I’m a female supremacist and think all men should be cock-locked”


    “Every man, even me”


    “Maybe we could make some exceptions, or else design some bigger cages”. They both found this hilarious.


    “To be realistic, there’s not much evidence that women are better than men, historically speaking, I mean”

    “That’s because during the patriarchy, we didn’t have the opportunities. Now our time has come”


    “You mean those awful males have kept you oppressed for the last 10,000 years”


    “To some extent, yes.But women were also complicit: we needed them to work for us, to defend us from enemies. We allowed them to get big egos and think they were in charge because it suited us”


    “So we’ve been taken for fools”


    “Yes. What’s changed is that we don’t have to pretend anymore. Now that we have automation in the military and the workplace, we can start wondering how many males we need. Techniques exist to sort sperm by sex and in the matriarchy that will be legalised. Once I understood that a man’s brain is in his dick, I realised that I could make them do whatever I want. I have a husband to go out to work and keep house for me and a boyfriend for sex. The perfect arrangement”


    Dinner continued with much mirth and pleasant banter. After dessert Jenny invited Lewis to our room for a ‘digestif’ but he refused saying: “if I drink any more, I couldn’t drive”


    “Stay here tonight and leave early”


    “I’ve given up my room and the hotel is full”


    “You can sleep in our room, we have an extra bed”


    “I would not want to disturb your intimacy, especially on your honeymoon”


    “Nonsense! Peter will sleep on the little bed and we can luxuriate on the queen-size”


    “Wouldn’t Peter mind you sleeping with another man?”


    “Peter ‘minding’ doesn’t come into it. I say, he does.”


    “That’s a strict regimen for a vigorous young man”


    “I believe in starting as I mean to carry on. I’ve known my boyfriend for longer than I’ve known my husband”


    “It’s a generous and tempting offer but I’m fully booked tomorrow and I take my work seriously. I’m not sure I understand your relationship as a married couple but that’s not my business. I’d love to meet again and I’ll find a way to make it happen”


    “I’ll hold you to that”. They kissed goodbye with indecent passion and took leave with regret. “What a gentleman giving you priority and not forcing his way”


    “What a hypocrite, I say: he didn’t mind taking advantage of you during the massage”


    “That was in his professional capacity. Don’t confuse therapist with the rapist. Come on Peter! Let’s test your lingual skills; wouldn’t want you to lose the knack” she said with her sexy giggle. I applied myself to my duties with purpose and pleasure but within minutes she was fast asleep. I reflected that by the second day of our honeymoon Jen had made love to two men, neither of them me. I, in turn, fell asleep pondering her phrase ‘.. as I mean to carry on”.
     
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    Here is chapter 4: searching, of my femdom story.


    The rest of our honeymoon passed delightfully and deliciously with lots of intimate contact and complicity. Jenny told me off for whining and wheedling for PIV, announcing imperiously

    that ‘chastity suits you’ when she really meant it suited her. There were some humiliating moments on the nudist beach when she let herself be chatted up by strangers. My locked cock seemed to be a signal for randy men to seduce my beautiful wife. She enjoyed the game and let them try but told me she was keeping herself for Doug. I exclaimed; “ but I thought you were finished with him”. She replied: “ oh yes, old habits die hard”.


    As it happened, we didn’t see Lewis on the Saturday. He was late arriving and our transport home turned up early, thankfully not with Doug but the chauffeur. To put my theory to the test I asked him: “ Your wrist is well-healed?” “Wrist, sir? Oh yes, nasty accident that was. Right as rain now sir. ‘Ad to come early ‘cos the boss needs the motor for ‘isself , later like”


    So our holiday was over and we headed home. I recounted to Jenny the ruse of the ‘injured’ driver. “The cheeky bugger! Doug agreed to give me away, but it seems he can’t give me up”

    “ What about you? Are you going to miss him?” “ Not him, just his physical attributes”.

    Saturday passed with shopping and getting me installed in Jenny’s apartment. It was being financed by her grandmother but she had told Jen that now Peter has become ‘head of household’ he can take over the mortgage. She obviously knows nothing of our Wife Led Marriage.


    After a Sunday lie-in, we took a walk along the river then brunch at the Mill Inn. Life was perfect, well almost. She told me how she was looking forward to start work.


    “Studying psychology seems a strange preparation for becoming an artist”


    “ Not at all, I’ve noticed that art students go into teaching which I would hate. My first passion was for drawing and sculpture and there’s no ideal formation for that. Are you feeling nervous about starting work?”


    “It will be intimidating at first but I’m looking forward to putting my education to good use”


    “Remember that as your mistress, your performance will reflect on me. Don’t let me down”.


    “No ma’am” (where did that come from?)


    “No ma’am? I like it. From now on you will call me ma’am or mistress. Understood?”


    “Yes”


    “Yes what?”


    “Yes mistress, ma’am”


    “One or the other silly, not both. Every Sunday afternoon there will be a sex session preceded by discussion and punishment”


    “Punishment?”


    “Yes you will be beaten for bad behaviour, but not today as I have not yet started the points system. During discussion, as long as you remain respectful, you can raise any subject but of course I will take the final decisions. Today’s sex will be limited to T&D as your last orgasm was just a week ago. Assuming good behaviour, you will be allowed a little spurty on the second and last Sunday of every month. How do find married life so far?”


    “Awesome but hard”


    “Hard? That reminds me, I will be ordering a custom-made device that will prevent erections”.


    “What about at night?”


    “The pain will teach you to stay soft”


    “You’re a strict mistress”


    “It’s just what you need. Confined and content” (not two words I would normally put together)


    -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-


    Arriving home from work, I was greeted by a choleric Jenny:


    “I’m fuming, I’m absolutely furious”


    “Why, what have I done?”


    “It’s not you my sweet. It’s Doug, he’s done the dirty on me”


    “Why, have you seen him? I thought it was over between you”


    “Yes I know, he called saying he had to see me. I was caught off-guard and accepted. We had lunch and one thing led to another, as they say”


    “Don’t punish yourself over it. The flesh is weak, as they also say”


    “That’s not why I’m angry. It’s because he told me that it would be the last time. His fiancée is imposing monogamy even though they’re not yet married”


    “Well, that fits with your intentions and you would have done the same as her in the circumstances”


    “Yes, she’s doing the right thing, but don’t you see?. He took his pleasure with me and only then told me about the interdiction. He used me and made me betray a sister; we really have our work cut out to put men in their place. Let’s forget about the bastard. How was your first day?”

    “Good, there’s a great team. They co-operate rather than compete but my boss is strict and demanding.”


    “I’m glad to hear it, now you have two mistresses to keep you in control, one at work, one at home” I smiled but she was not joking.


    Jenny was frustrated and irritated all week such that I suggested she use me for her sexual satisfaction. Out of nowhere came a mighty slap on the side of my face. I tried to ask ‘why’ but no sound came out.


    “Self-interest disguised as generosity or altruism will get you nowhere; some strokes will be added to your punishment. And anyway Peter, why would I be interested in your willy; even erect it’s only five inches”


    “Five and a quarter” I corrected.


    “Oh that’s hilarious. Only a mini-male would count a quarter inch. Can you imagine a man boasting of his eight and a quarter incher? Could you please explain what’s the difference between five and five and a quarter?”


    “Five and a quarter is the average for caucasian males. I looked it up.”


    What for me was justification, she took as provocation “Average! Why would I ever be satisfied by average? Do I look like an average woman?”


    “No mistress, of course not. But I want you so much. Will we never make love?”


    “Never say never, but if you mean PIV not any time soon”


    My punishment score for the week came to 25 but when I asked why, she retorted: “I don’t feel the need to justify my assessment. You should consider yourself lucky as I don’t count genuine mistakes but only when you are rebellious, disrespectful, obtuse or inattentive.”


    The caning really hurt, a lot. More than I could have imagined. Afterwards Jenny held my head in her lap and applied balm to my weals. This unexpected tenderness almost made the pain worthwhile. She praised my stoicism and ‘taking it like a man’ and promised a special treat.

    She placed a towel on a table and had me lie on it face up and tied my wrists to the table legs. She then removed the chastity device, washed my genitals and inspected for wear and tear. She seemed to treat my cock as one of her sex toys, her plaything.


    “From now on we’ll refer to this as ‘my cock’. After all you can’t wank it, touch it or even see it without my permission, can you?” I would agree to anything to keep her fondling me.” Now for the treat, a rare one so appreciate” She put my, sorry ‘her’ cock in her mouth and after a few strokes said “tell me when you are close to cumming. You must ask permission to ejaculate”. I was so backed up that I got close often and she would stop when I told her.


    “I need to cum, this is so frustrating”


    “I know it is sweety. Ideally a husband is permanently frustrated; that way he gives good service. Also I like to make it last, don’t you?”


    “Yes, no, I don’t know”

    “This is delicious, he’s so confused” Was that third person objectification conscious or unconscious? Which would worry me most?


    “Okay sweety, your time has arrived but there’s a condition. You can spurt in my mouth if you agree to swallow” I didn’t understand “You’ll see” she said with a wicked smile. I couldn’t think straight but I agreed. I would have agreed to anything.


    The orgasm was the best ever but then I was less keen on swallowing the product of my emission. It was difficult for Jenny to speak with her mouth full but it was easy to grasp her meaning. How come I was so reluctant to kiss my newly wedded wife, she was teasing. I did of course submit; would I ever rebel? Out one end, in the other; she believed in recycling.


    -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-


    “I need a lover and you’re going to help me find one”. Despite the t.l.c of my tongue and her vibrator, she was getting more and more tetchy with frustration but I was puzzled how I could help. “I need big cock. It’s been nearly a month since Doug filled me up. We’re going tonight to that hotel on the Yarborough road; they’re having a ‘Dance evening’ latin- american, with live music.”


    “But you know I can’t dance, why don’t you go by yourself?”


    “I can’t walk alone into a club which is, I hope, full of randy young men. How could you want me to look like a common tart? Accept it as one of your husbandly duties to accompany your wife. After all it will benefit you as well when I have a lover; you’ll find me content, serene and more at peace. And who knows, maybe a more indulgent mistress. Let’s get ready.”


    It was not very busy when we arrived, but all the men turned to look at Jenny as we entered: “looks like we’re early, never mind, it seems I’ve been noticed already. I’ll have a piña colada and you can have the same without the rhum. I think it’s called a ‘virgin’, that’s appropriate” I hoped Jenny would never find out just how appropriate.

    After we finished our drinks, the band started up with some lively salsa music. “I’ll go to the bar to order a second round and I’ll think up a strategy to stay there until I’m invited to dance”


    Her ruse proved redundant as she was swept onto the dance floor in less than a minute. She looked magnificent and her mate was her match in skill. When she returned with the drinks I asked for the verdict: “he’s got potential for sure, I only came back to rest a moment, I’m out of practice. And it’s best to not seem to keen”


    “Oh yes, playing hard to get. You didn’t do that with me”


    “No need, you already thought I was quite impossible to get”


    “He must fancy you, he’s coming over here now”


    “Hey, come and sit with us. Sam this is Peter.”


    “You look so alike, are you brother and sister?” I quickly answered ‘yes’ but Jen said ‘no’ at the same time and added: “Peter is my husband”


    “So not brother and sister, presumably” Sam said pointedly, leaning towards me”


    “He doesn’t like dancing, he’s rubbish at it” Jenny said, thinking an explanation was needed


    “Would it be presumptuous to ask if he’s ‘rubbish’ in any other areas?” I wanted to say ‘yes, it would be’ but Jen got in first.


    “Peter is a near perfect husband but he does have a few..er…shortcomings”


    “Wow, things are looking up. I’m willing to fill in any gaps. How about another dance?”


    “You bet, let’s go tango!”


    She danced beautifully; they were both so good that the others moved aside to give them more space. It looked like Jen had found a boyfriend and lover. It was odd to think Sam would be shafting her just a few hours after meeting whereas I was denied the same privilege after many months. Maybe with a femdom wife, it was the normal life I would have to get used to.


    Suddenly an excited Jenny sat down beside me, handing me the keys she said: “that was so much fun. You go home now, Sam will bring me back when I’ve finished with him. Or should that be when he’s finished with me.” The concern I felt must have shown. “Don’t worry, get an early night. There’s lots of housework to catch up on tomorrow morning.”


    I hoped no-one noticed the humiliated cuckold retreating with the tail between his legs, or even worse, little did they know, locked away in a cage.

    I went to bed as instructed, setting the alarm for six and fell into an uneasy sleep. I don’t claim prescience but I could not rid myself of a sense of foreboding….
     
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    Good story. Well written. But I am def not one for being a cuck so as I continue to read it boils my blood thinking if I were in petters situation... especially on our wedding days of all days. Apparently nothing is sacred. Lol. I'd be in jail and the marriage would have been a very short one to say the least. Lol.

    But hey being a cuck is not for everyone, or every relationship. To those of you who are, my hat is off to you for being able to deal with everything that comes with it I know I could not.

    With that being said good story so far but it is def not for me even as it is fiction...
     
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    @Caged_Muscle_213 thanks for your comment. This story is for males that like to submit and women who want to dominate and control their hubbies and, being fiction, tends toward the extreme. I'm not sure I could cope with all that comes Peter's way but, having studied psychology, Jenny knows how to mould him into a most useful husband.
     
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    Well you're a good writer. Either way you write it, you get a reaction and a feeling and emotions stirring in the readers. So well done, I know you had all sorts of emotional stirring inside me lol
     
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