A work of chastity and cuckold fiction, He watched the door close and heard the lock shoot home, the rhythmic sound of clicking stiletto heels filled his mind, slowly getting quieter as Mistress walked to the waiting car. With the door shut and locked he could see nothing, he was on the floor very close to the door, close enough to be of immediate assistance to Mistress when She walked back in, thats how She liked it. Looking down he noticed yet again how small and delicate the silver chain was that curled round the radiator pipe near the door, his gaze followed the line of the chain back to the small golden padlock which secured his CB3000 in place. He could stand up and the silver chain would break in a moment, but She would then know he had disobeyed Her direct order, as She left she had glanced over Her shoulder and said with a giggle Stay the silver chain was one of a kind, it could not be replaced, even if he could work out a way to thread it back into the padlock. So he was stuck, chained in position with his CB3000 firmly in place and waiting for his beautiful Mistress wife to return. Of course he knew the old saying was correct, be careful what you wish for it is so right he thought. His life was so different a few short years ago. Even though he had always had submissive tendencies he never thought he would actually get to live the dream. His mind played over the thought of how he got here and then the memory came flooding back, never far away in his mind, always there as a foundation block of his particular submissive tendency. All those years ago as a teenage boy he remembered, he was so excited at the sight of a pair of legs in sheer black nylon and oh those boots. Black leather hugging the Ladys legs like a second skin, the patent leather glistening in the sun light and those stiletto heels. Oh no he thought, its happening again, the hardening between his legs, the bead of sweat appearing on his forehead.please no; dont let Her walk towards me. As She approaches he is certain she can read his mind, dirty little boy she must be thinking, then it gets worse, Shes talking to him. She must know what hes thinking, he cant look Her in the eye, his gaze travels from Her beautiful blood red lips, to Her perfect breasts, over Her hips encased in that tight fitting pencil skirt, down to Her nylon clad legs, are they stockings he thinks, then his eyes are on Her beautiful patent black boots and he is lost. Struck dumb by the divine sight in front of him, the Lady waits for a reply and just laughs sweet boy She says, so cute that my outfit has such an effect on you he is speechless. What is it about my boots that you like so much She teases. As he stares, She moves Her leg and balances he foot on Her stiletto heel, turning Her booted foot left and right he can no longer contain himself. Then it happens, he couldnt stop it, it just did it all by its self and now She is giggling Oh dear, it looks like youve had a little accident She mocks. Then almost in slow motion he looks down and sees the spreading damp patch in his jeans, sorry is all he can mumble as he starts to run, the sound of Her amused laughter in his ears. He knew immediately his life has been set from that moment on, he would always be at the mercy of a Lady who knew exactly which buttons to press. Back to reality he glanced at the door, how long will I wait today he thought, it was only 8.45 AM, his Mistress had looked so amazing in Her work outfit. Crisp white top with a black knee length skirt, sheer stockings ending in plain black court shoes. A small overnight bag in one hand, Her briefcase in the other. One for work, one for fun She had said. Her boyfriend was going to take Her to work, they planned to met for lunch then back to his place in the evening, Her outfit was in the overnight bag. What had She put in that bag he wondered, tormenting himself with visions of his beautiful Mistress in a selection of highly erotic outfits all for the pleasure of another man. Of course it was hubby who had started the chain of events, first he asked to be kept in chastity, his Wife wasnt that keen on the idea, but as the lock up times were extended he became more and more horny and more willing to please his Mistress and generally be of service to Her. She found it quite cute to have Her husband at Her beck and call, the lock up times grew with Her love for this new lifestyle. Slowly his Mistress came to the conclusion, it was in hubbys best interest to be kept locked up for long periods of time, he behaved better and obeyed Her commands without hesitation. She enjoyed Her power and gave hubby more and more humiliating commands, She giggled when he obeyed. Maybe there is something in this She had thought. There was only one cloud in the sky though, hubby remained locked in his CB3000 sometimes for more than a month at a time, obviously it was doing hubby good to be so chaste, however, She was, after all a red blooded Lady who enjoyed sex, there was no denying it. Why should She miss out, just because She decided hubby had to. It was a surprisingly short period of time after causally mentioning to hubby her need for sex with another man that She announced Her first date was imminent. Her date was to be with a guy who worked in the next office, She had always had a bit of flirting relationship with him, then one day he asked Her if She would like to go for a quick drink one evening. Her reply had shocked Her as much as him, I would love to come with you for a drink She had said, But we dont need to make it quick and Id rather think of it as a date. What about your husband he had spluttered, clearly shocked but quickly getting up to speed with the situation Oh, dont you worry about my little pet She had said Ill make sure he has lots of things to keep him occupied while were together. And so the scene was set, hubby was about to find out the terrible mix of emotions associated with male chastity, a hot wife and the prospect of become Her cuckold.