Peter enjoyed the relationship he had with his wife enormously. From the very outset she had taken the lead, and he was only too happy to follow. It was Fiona who started to chat him up when they first met at a friend's wedding, Fiona who asked him out on their on a date and Fiona who eventually proposed marriage.
Fiona was the main breadwinner, organized their social life and gave Peter instructions on almost every aspect of their domestic life together. But to their friends and family it didn't appear that way at all. They were always very relaxed in each other's company, were superb hosts and gave the impression that they were, no more than that, they were actually very much in love.
They lived comfortably in the suburbs, both commuting to work each morning and applying themselves diligently to their careers.
This had been going on for nearly a year after their marriage when the relationship began to change, at first in a very subtle way, and it all started in the bedroom......
"Peter, would you be a darling and bring a glass of water up with you when you come to bed, and don't be too long."
Fiona was ready for bed, and stretching her arms above her head she reluctantly lifted her feet from Peter's lap and climbed off the sofa. Peter had been massaging her toes through her stockinged feet for most of the evening as they half watched some French film with sub-titles on the television, which neither of them really enjoyed.
"I'm coming now too, Fi.'
Peter slapped the top of his thighs with his hands and stood up, pointing the remote at the television like a gun and turned the French off without a second thought.
"Au Revoir losers."
Their relationship was still very fresh, and they both looked forward to bed, making love nearly every night, usually in quite a vanilla way.
Peter climbed into bed and cuddled up to his wife, smelling her minty breath and playfully kissing the tip of her nose.
"Naught, naughty. Peter has disobeyed me. No sex for you tonight."
Fiona smiled at her husband, kissing him passionately and guiding his fingers down between her legs. She gasped as Peter skillfully and softly caressed her in the familiar way that they had nurtured together. They just knew how to please each other, using familiar techniques that always made them climax. Fiona rubbed against his fingers, running her hands through his long black hair, biting his top lip and rolling him onto his back. She just loved being on top, and would sometimes fantasize that she was the one doing the thrusting, but she vowed that she could never ever reveal that fantasy, even to Peter.
Peter started to move his hips, rubbing his erect penis against Fiona's stomach as he continued to ease his soaking fingers in and out of his very excited wife.
"No Peter, I said no and I meant it."
Fiona lifted herself up onto her knees and away from Peter's phallus, and grabbing hold of the headboard she pulled herself up over his face.
"Put your hands behind your head Peter, right now."
Peter was enjoying this little game and locked his still wet fingers together behind his head as Fiona slowly lowered herself down onto his face.
"Now make me cum Peter. Concentrate solely on my pleasure."
Peter looked up at the curls, the wet fullness of Fiona's lust and closed his eyes as the musty sensations descended on his nose and tongue. Fiona started slowly, grinding her hips back and forth over Peter's face, feeling his tongue searching hungrily inside her. She began to press harder, sitting down and clamping her knees down hard on Peter's elbows.
"Come on boy, work for Mummy."
Her voice was thick with lust, and Peter could tell that she was expecting his tongue to find the spot and do it's job properly. He gasped for breath, feeling his cheeks redden as the top of Fiona's thighs rubbed hard against his face, clamping him in position. After an age she rose up, giving him a chance to gasp in a breath, before she pressed back down again, this time faster and harder, her head back, bucking her hips, riding him like a saddle, oblivious to his comfort or needs.
Then a rising scream, faster and faster, two, three final pushes, a half smile as the rising flutter between her legs folowed upwards and took over her whole body. She fell back onto her hands, losing control momentarily as the juices flooded out and she climaxed joyously into Peter's open mouth.
After a moment she felt Peter's head start to wriggle free.
"Don't you dare move. Not one inch Peter."
Peter was startled at the severity of Fiona's tone. Usually when she climaxed she would curl up to him in a loving embrace and after a few moments it would be his turn. Despite his jaw aching his penis had hardened, in a Pavlovian response to the exquisite anticipation of entering his beloved Fi.
"I have not finished with you yet, Peter."
This time her voice was more kindly. She pushed herself up with her hands, and looked down on him, their eyes meeting. She continued to clamp his face, sitting down hard to keep his mouth open.
"I have a gift for you, as you made Mummy's cummy so nice."
Peter wondered if she would take his penis into his mouth. This had happened a few times early in their courtship, and it had been quite lovely. His cock hardened even more at the thought, and he felt a rush of adrenalin. But then it came. At first he was not aware what was happening. He felt a salty taste in him mouth, something warm. But soon it filled the space and he felt himself swallowing, automatically. Then again. He realised then what was happening, but there was absolutely nothing he could do. As he struggled Fiona clamped tighter around his head.
"You are not being ungrateful, are you Peter?" Fiona said slowly.
"Be a good boy now, swallow for Mummy."
Peter had to concentrate. Fiona carefully controlled her releases, ensuring that he swallowed each mouthful before she continued. She wanted to ensure that every drop was consumed. Every drop. As she looked down she could see her husband's eyes looking up at her. She was completely dominating him and it was really really turning her on.
At last she finished, and she lifted herself momentarily from his face allowing him to breathe properly. His lips were wet, but he had completed his task entirely to Fiona's satisfaction.
"Dry me Peter, there's a good boy. "
Peter used the tip of his tongue searching out the tiny beads of dew on her hair, feeling the textures, taking in the sweet mix of aromas, worshipping his beautiful wife. She moved forward, impaling herself onto the tip of his nose, sliding backwards and forward, teasing him with all kinds of olfactory delights.
Finally, just as Peter started to explore further with his tongue, she lifted herself up, swinging her leg over his chest and snuggling back down into the bed, curling herself around his back.
Peter tried to turn and face her, but Fiona was having none of that.
"No Peter, you stay there, and go to sleep."
"But Fi, aren't we going to...."
"Peter you disobeyed me. As a consequence you are not going to have sex with me tonight, at least not on your terms. Now go to sleep, and we will talk about it more in the morning."
"But, what do you mean I disobeyed you. What sort of language is that Fi?"
Peter sounded cross.
"Don't get all huffy Peter, you know I don't like it. You failed to bring me a glass of water as I asked you to. So the punishment is you will not have sex with me."
"But that is ridic...."
"Stop it Peter. Right now. Go to sleep before I really get cross."
Peter got out of bed, and Fiona heard him stomp into the bathroom, returning with a glass of water, which he banged down hard on the bedside table next to Fiona.
"There. Satisfied now. Is that obedient enough for you?"
Fiona sat up, turned on the bedside light, calmly took a sip and placed the glass back down on the table. She was really enjoying this, but just couldn't quite understand why.
Peter sat on the bed next to her, and Fiona lovingly ran her hand down his back.
"Shhh, shhh, my love. Such a silly little outburst. Now come back to bed."
As they snuggled up together again, Fiona pressed herself up against Peter's back, curling her leg around his hip. Her fingertips tap tapped the top of his penis, and she could feel how hard it was. Peter gasped.
"Please Fi, can we."
"No Peter, we cannot. Hush now and sleep."
Eventually they both drifted off to sleep, but a light had been turned on inside Fiona's head, and she liked what she could see. A lot.
Over breakfast the next morning Fiona ran her finger around the rim of her coffee cup and tilted her head to one side. She then looked up slowly at her husband as he scooped his cornflakes up and into his mouth.
Peter looked up and met her gaze.
Peter spoke with his mouth full, a drop of milk running down his chin.
Fiona looked at him in silence for a moment, then stood up and walked into the hall. She went up close to the hall mirror, licked her index finger and made a minor adjustment to her mascara, before putting on her jacket and picking up a matching clasp bag. She looked every inch the powerful young executive. Impeccably dressed, vibrant, focused and in total control.
She stood in the doorway to the kitchen.
"Come and wave me off dear."
Fiona crooked her finger and looked at him without smiling.
Peter hated this part of the day. It clearly made sense for his wife to work as she could earn four times as much as Peter, but did she have to insist on this ritual every morning. He felt like a housewife standing at the door, giving his wife a peck on the cheek and watching her drive off, leaving him to the dishes and the washing before he eventually got dressed and started writing.
In her heels Fiona was a little taller than Peter, and as she left that morning she put a hand on his shoulder, and looked down on him slightly. She loved this part of her day.
"We will have a little talk tonight dear," she said, patting the end of his nose with her finger. He looked at her, beautifully dressed and confident, whilst he, in stark contrast, stood in his pajamas, a pinny round his waist, holding his wife's dirty breakfast bowl in his hand.
Then she left. Peter watched the car disappear behind the privet hedge and closed the door. He loved his wife, but somehow he sensed that something was missing, and he couldn't quite think what it could be.
As Fiona drove through London, her painted fingernails drumming on the steering wheel, she knew exactly what was missing from their relationship and precisely what she intended to do about it.
As the day unfolded Fiona grew in confidence and felt sexier than ever. Peter shuffled around the house listlessly, the highlight of his day being the moment, on his knees in front of the washing machine, that he ejaculated into his wife's dirty panties, before guiltily stuffing them in the wash and shutting the door.
Over dinner that evening Fiona poked and prodded at her pasta absentmindedly, occasionally looking out of the window and then at Peter. She watched as he shoveled the food onto his fork gorging on the thick, creamy goo in front of him. For the second time that day Fiona felt a little disappointed with her husband.
"Peter, I have been thinking about last night. I enjoyed myself."
Her husband wiped his mouth with his napkin and looked up at her.
"Did you enjoy yourself Peter?"
Peter blushed. He always felt incredibly uncomfortable discussing sex and hoped that Fiona would change the subject, and quickly.
"It was ok. You seemed to enjoy it a lot, but I felt a bit frustrated in the end. How is the pasta honey?"
"The pasta is fine Peter, don't change the subject. So, Peter, how do you feel today? Still frustrated, or did you wank into my panties again?"
Peter blushed scarlet with embarrassment and wriggled in his seat. Fiona smiled to herself, and with elbows on the table, lent forward, eyebrows raised, resting her chin on her locked hands.
"Hmmm? Still frustrated?"
Fiona emphasized the first syllable, drawing out the word seductively as she looked at her husband, arms folded, leaning back in his seat, aching with embarrassment. Peter pleaded with his eyes for this to stop, but Fiona was far to wet to stop now.
"Shall I take that as a no, or a yes Peter?" Fiona maintained her stare, unblinking, looking at her husband, awaiting his response with interest.
"It, it was ok on reflection, I mean, thinking about it today. I quite liked the control actually. Can we talk about something else?"
Fiona felt an extraordinary thrill inside. A heady mind-blowing rush of adrenalin. This was one of the most erotic moments in their marriage and she was determined to make it last as long as possible.
"That is good Peter. That is a very good answer. I want to explore this with you further tonight. Do you agree to do that for me?'
"You mean another night without sex?"
As Peter spoke the words he tried to sound disappointed, but his voice was thick with lust. The idea that his wife would control his sexual releases was turning him on madly.
"I am not sure. Shouldn't we be, I mean, shouldn't we just be a normal couple?'
Fiona smiled, pushing her plate towards her husband.
"Run along and do the washing-up, while I have a bath. Is that normal enough for you?"
Fiona stood up, deliberately dropped her napkin on the floor and left the room.
"Be upstairs in 40 minutes, and knock before you enter."
Peter put his finger into his wife's plate, and licked the creamy sauce. Something stirred deep within him and he went about his chores almost breathless with desire. Eventually he turned the hall light out and walked slowly upstairs. He knocked gingerly on the bedroom door and waited for a reply.
"Come in Peter."
As he entered his wife sat at the dressing table in a delicate ivory negligee, touching up her lip-gloss. The room had a heady scent of expensive perfume and hairspray, an overwhelmingly fresh, feminine smell. Fiona picked up a silver atomizer and sprayed her neck and cleavage. She looked incredibly sexy.
She turned to Peter, uncrossing her legs, holding a large pink silk bag on her lap, with a large gold clasp. Peter had not seen it before. It was covered in silver sequins and pink beads.
"I want you take off your clothes Peter and come and stand in front of me"
Peter's mouth went dry and he felt a lump in his throat. He looked again at the purse, and then up at Fiona's smiling face as he took his clothes off and laid them on the chair. Then he stood in front of Fiona, hands clasped in front.
"Hands on your head Peter. I didn't give you permission to touch yourself, did I?"
Peter quickly placed his hands on his head.
"Now Peter, before we go to bed tonight I am going to give you a choice."
Fiona opened the bag and took out a pair of steel handcuffs and then a strange contraption with a series of interlocking rings and a perforated steel tube at the end. Holding up each object in turn she spoke quietly.
"This, or this? You decide?"
Peter laughed nervously.
"But I don't understand Fi, what are they for?"
Fiona looked at her husband for a moment.
"You can come to bed with your hands restrained behind your back, or you can come to bed with your penis restrained and your hands free. Either way is fine by me. The result is exactly the same. You give over control of your penis to me."
As Fiona spoke those words they both felt themselves rise up onto a different level of consciousness. This was the moment that Fiona had been waiting for. Would Peter be willing or unwilling? Could this really work? Peter looked at the two objects again, and partly out of curiosity, and partly because he wanted to caress his wife, he pointed quickly at the rings, unable to speak.
"Good. You have made a decision. I am pleased. Now step forward, and close your eyes."
Peter obliged, and felt a rush as Fiona barked at him to open his legs slightly. She weighed his testicles in her hand teasingly before snapping a ring into place above them. Peter could feel her delicate fingers pull his semi-erect penis through another ring and then felt the end being pushed into a long cold metal tube. He heard a click and then Fiona let go of the tube and the weight pulled his penis down. The cold metal caused his erection to subside. Two more clicks as the back of the tube was fixed to the ring around his testicles, pulling the tube down between his legs, unable to be lifted without painfully pulling on his sack.
"There, all tucked up nicely. Now we can have a lovely early night. Open your eyes now."
Fiona stood up, gently bringing Peter's hands down and led him to the bed. She couldn't believe how turned on she felt. Peter couldn't believe how excited he felt. Their first kiss was an incredible experience for both of them. Peter found himself in an almost trance like state as Fiona pulled him down gently on the bed and started to caress his neck and chest.
Peter felt incredibly turned on, but was unable to get an erection, and certainly there was absolutely no chance of an orgasm. Yet he was enjoying the evening far more than the previous evening, and particularly the loving and open caresses from his wife, which had slowly faded from their love making over the last few weeks.
Fiona never went anywhere near his penis or the device, concentrating instead on long erotic kisses and her own personal sexual pleasure. When Fiona eventually sat astride his chest there was no anxiety, no thighs clamped around his head. Fiona softly and lovingly rubbed her glistening pussy over his lips allowing her husband to put his hands around her slim waist and caress her buttocks.
Fiona took her time, and with Peter's skillful tongue she brought herself to an explosive orgasm, throwing her head back and letting out an almost primeval scream. The juices poured down Peter's throat and he lapped them up, feeling happier and more satisfied than he had for weeks. They both fell asleep in each other's arms, Peter burying his head into his wife's perfumed hair.
In the morning Peter leapt out of bed very early, took a quick shower and was shaved, dressed and preparing breakfast happily long before his wife appeared. Over breakfast they smiled at each other like newly weds, and when it came time for Fiona to leave for work he opened the front door and the car door for her, standing proudly in the street in his pinny waving until she disappeared over the horizon.
As he returned to the house Fiona drummed her painted nails on the steering wheel and plotted her next move. She felt wet and smiled wickedly to herself. This was going to be one almighty head rush.
The clocks moved forward and the lighter evenings started to herald in the first signs of summer. Peter looked out of the kitchen window wearing a pair of pink rubber gloves finishing off the dishes. His wife had given him an incredibly frilly yellow pinny which she insisted he wore 'to brighten up the tedium of domesticity' as she put it. At first he refused to wear it, but Fiona had a veritable armory of persuasive techniques at her disposal now, and they all stemmed from her control over her husband's penis.
"Fiona, I have been thinking."
Fiona looked up from her laptop and saw her husband's back as he stared out of the window into the fading light in the garden.
"I am not sure that is wise, is it." Fiona sounded playful and mischievous.
"No, seriously Fi. I mean, how long is this going to go on for?"
"How long is what going to go on for Peter?'
"You know exactly what I mean?"
Peter turned round and looked at his wife, holding his wet hands up in the air. Fiona smiled at her husband, thrilled by the glorious clash of feminine colours, all pink rubber and yellow frills adorning her little maid man.
"We haven't even scratched the surface dear."
As she spoke those words she decided it was time to have a proper discussion with her husband.
"Now dear, take off those gloves and come and sit down here beside me."
Fiona patted the chair next to her and closed the lid on her laptop.
"Come on, don't dilly dally."
Peter pulled the gloves off, laying them on the draining board and sat down beside her. He crossed his legs, brushing his pinny smooth in a way that caused Fiona to smile to herself.
"It has been a week now wearing your little restraint, and I am really enjoying it. But I want us to take this a bit further now?"
Peter looked at his wife as she took his hands into hers firmly, turning him towards her.
Peter started to speak but Fiona continued.
"Shh, shh. Just listen darling."
Peter blushed and dropped his shoulders in submission. He knew instinctively when it was wise not to interrupt his wife.
"I have been impressed by your control over the last week, and I have decided to reward you. Now I want you to finish washing-up and come upstairs. Ten minutes Peter."
With that Fiona stood up and went upstairs. Closing the bedroom door behind her, she pulled a suitcase out from under the bed and took out a large brown parcel.
Peter once again knocked gingerly on the door and waited for his wife's reply.
"Come in Peter."
Once inside Peter saw the parcel on the bed and froze.
"Take off your pinny and your clothes Peter, and then stand at the bottom of the bed with your hands behind your back."
Fiona closed the curtains slowly and then proceeded to lock the bedroom door as Peter neatly laid his clothes on the chair.
"Good. Now I have a gift for you. One that will make me very happy. But first, we are going to have a little chat."
Fiona sat on the edge of the bed, still dressed in her suit. As she crossed her legs Peter could see the top of her stocking and felt a twinge as the pressure started to build inside his cage.
"I am going to give you a choice Peter. You like choices don't you?"
As she spoke Fiona tapped her fingers on the parcel.
"If you love me Peter you will choose to open the parcel and wear whatever is inside, without question. Is that clear?"
Peter looked worried.
"What is the choice then Fiona, I don't understand?"
"The choice is a simple one Peter. If you wear this I will be happy and we will have a lovely physical relationship that will make me happy. If you do not then we will stop having any sexual relationship right now, and forever. You decide."
"But what is it Fiona?"
"If you open the parcel Peter you must wear it. You have to make your decision now. Agree and open the parcel or move into the spare room right now. I am going to have a bath now, to give you time to think about it. You can continue to stand there and think about your decision."
Peter watched as his wife slipped her heels off, and standing up in her stockinged feet unzipped her skirt, letting it slip down to her ankles. He watched as she sat down undoing her suspenders and rolling her stockings down each leg. He ached with desire for her, and felt his penis swell into its cage pulling the tight ring above his testicles taut. He desperately wanted to get out of this thing and make love, and right now.
Fiona gathered up all her clothes and laid them on the chair on top of Peter's. She ran her fingers over Peter's buttocks as she passed him, whispering into his ear?
"Take your time Peter. Take your time."
Peter thought the question was a bit silly really. How could he refuse and lose any chance of a relationship with his wife. That would be madness. But what was in the parcel? As Fiona bathed next door he tried to guess what it could be. He decided it was probably a skirt or something. Fiona had enjoyed flirting with Peter's feminine side throughout their relationship. She knew how it turned him on when she complimented his funny little feminine ways. The way he sat or flicked his hair. As they grew more comfortable in their domestic life he felt more and more at ease with Fiona's little requests.
Fiona would lie in the bath shaving her legs and then make Peter shave his too. It turned her on watching her husband flirting with these little female pleasures. Then she would show him how nice it felt pulling on stockings when your legs are silky smooth.
Peter stood at the end of the bed, hands on his head, thinking. He could hear Fiona singing to herself in the bath.
What was in the parcel. Could he really wear it, whatever 'it' was. He told himself it must be a dress. Could he live like that? It might ok, he thought to himself. He often let himself imagine what it would be like if he was completely feminized by Fiona, but it was a subject he could never raise with her. God, no. He could never ever do that. So far it was just little flirty moments, part of their love-making, nothing more than that.
Fiona returned half and hour later, a towel wrapped across her chest and one on her hair, twisted above her head in a huge turban. She smelt of soap and talc and her skin was pink and warm.
In silence she dropped the towel from around her chest and stood in front of Peter. She then pulled the towel from her hair and shook her wet hair down, pulling it behind her ears.
"Well, that feels better."
Fiona climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged in front of the parcel, which she pulled towards her, hiding herself from Peter's gaze.
"Have you made your decision Peter?"
As she spoke she scratched the back of her shoulder, which made her chest push forwards towards Peter. He could see her nipples, hard and pink in front of him, and he could hardly breathe with lust.
Peter wondered why he felt so nervous.
"Remember Peter. If you choose to open the parcel there is no going back. That has to be your final decision."
Peter looked at the parcel and then back at his wife. She looked incredibly sexy. Her lips were full and red, her skin flawless, her eyes sparkling with life.
"I haven't got a choice Fi. I don't really understand what is going on, but I want to open the parcel please."
"Good. A decision. Now Peter, if you open this you must understand this is not a game. Your decision will dictate how we live our lives together forever. Is that clear?"
Once again Peter thought about wearing female clothes. Being forced to. He had to stop thinking about it as it began once again to hurt his penis.
"It is clear Fi, I understand."
"Ok then. Now you can open the parcel. The act will seal the Contract between us.
Fiona handed the parcel up to Peter, exposing herself to him as she did.
Peter slowly untied the string and noticed the date stamp. He realized that this had been posted to Fiona over a year ago, just before their wedding. Perhaps this was a forgotten wedding present. No, that would be silly.
Inside he found a cardboard box which he put down on the bed. Leaning forward he peeled back the tissue and took out a heavy steel belt with a smooth steel contraption at the front. It was beautifully made with letter "P" in an elaborate script engraved on the front.
Peter held it up, and at first felt an enormous sense of relief that it wasn't a dress!
Fiona was almost shaking with excitement. She watched her husband turning the belt round and round in his hands and thrilled at the perplexed expression on his face. This was so much better than she thought it would be.
Put it on the bed Peter, and put your hands on your head.
Peter put the belt down and resumed his position. Fiona unwrapped her legs and knelt at the end of the bed.
"Time to take this little thing out of its cage for a little while."
Fiona used a tiny key from around her neck to unlock the restraint and watched as Peter's trapped penis started to come to life in her fingers. This had been the longest time he had gone without an erection that he could remember, and he felt incredibly turned on.
So did Fiona, but for a completely different reason, and one that was driving her almost insane with anticipation.
"There. All done. Now take a good look at yourself Peter.'
Peter looked down and saw his penis protruding forward over the bed, bobbing rhythmically upwards in the experienced fingers of his wife's loving caresses.
"Time for your finale Peter. Make it a good one. The show ends tonight and the theatre is closing."
Peter didn't understand what Fiona was talking about, and actually wasn't really listening. He looked down as she took the head into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the base of his helmet and pulling it up to the top of her mouth and into her throat. Peter nearly died. Fiona was always good at this, but this was just incredible, especially after a week of enforced abstinence.
He tried to hang on, to enjoy the moment, to make it last, but the sensation of Fiona's tongue on his penis was just too much, his head went back, and letting out a little cry it happened. Fiona sucked him deeper inside, squeezing her lips tightly around the shaft and swallowed every last drop hungrily.
Then it was over. Fiona let the wet glistening phallus slip from her mouth, and with the back of her hand she wiped her wet lips dry.
Peter looked down, his knees shaking.
'That was amazing Fi. Truly incredible."
Fiona didn't respond or look up. She opened the belt with a loud click and wrapped it around Peter's waist where it sat comfortably on his hips. Then taking his still wet half erect penis between her fingers she slipped it into a long tube behind the flat steel panel at the front, forcing it between his legs. Then she clipped a ring around his testicles holding everything in place.
The front panel curved downwards and inwards from the belt between his legs, giving his crotch an entirely smooth female appearance. He was amazed how comfortable everything felt. Then Fiona spoke.
"There. A perfect fit. Thank goodness we got all those measurements right when the 'tailor' measured you for your wedding suit."
Peter recalled how much fuss the tailor Fiona arranged to come to the house had made measuring and re-measuring down there, and realized now that this was not just to make sure his suit trousers fitted.
"Right. Now we can begin. Peter, I want you to tell me to lock your belt. I must hear those words from you personally. Then we can get on with our lives."
Peter didn't really understand, but the belt certainly felt more comfortable than the chastity device, and right at this moment in time he was feeling really loving towards Fiona.
Fiona's heart was racing. If he said those words it would be it. Permanent chastity. Forever. This belt could not be removed ever. The thought caused her to drip onto the sheets. She couldn't believe how mind blowing this experience was. The thought of it almost caused her to cum spontaneously there and then.
Peter looked down. He could see how turned on Fiona was, and desperately wanted to serve her needs.
"Please Fiona, please lock my belt."
Fiona's mouth was dry.
"Remember Peter, you asked for it. You made the decision to open the box. Are you sure?"
Peter nodded quietly.
"I am sure Fiona."
Fiona felt around the back of the belt and pulled a lever, click, click, snap. Then again on the sides and underneath the front. As each part fused together the silver levers broke off into Fiona's hands. She showed them to Peter. Five neat little rods designed to sheer off when closed making it impossible to open the lock again.
"Well. All done. Now we will have to see how this changes things."
Fiona patted the front panel and pulled Peter onto the bed. As they kissed Fiona pulled Peter on top of her and wrapped her legs around the top of his thighs. It took just a few seconds before she started to shake and an incredible wave took over her entire body, She screamed with joy and had the most satisfying orgasm of her life. Her dream had finally come true and it was more magnificent, more powerful and more beautiful than she could ever have possibly imagined.
For the first few days Peter actually enjoyed the situation. His relationship was Fiona felt new and fresh again, and he loved the way that she was so hot in bed every evening. She positively lapped up all his advances and he found that he could make her cum again and again with the most delicate of touches. Although he missed the intimacy of sex this enforced chastity wasn't all bad, and he kept telling himself that it was just a lovely game of foreplay, although panned out over a few days rather than a few minutes. He did however find it strange that he couldn't see or feel his penis, and as the days went by he found that this was having an odd psychological affect on him. He felt emasculated, and he was surprised to find how much that feeling turned him on.
Still, Peter thought to himself, it is quite fun at the moment, and the belt fitted so well and was so aesthetically pleasing that he carried on with Fiona's game without complaint.
Fiona was in a state of almost constant sexual arousal, and her heightened libido seemed to grow by the day, as did her confidence. She recalled a night in her youth when she stupidly sniffed a couple of lines of coke and the massive surge of confidence that gave her. This felt quite similar, except it was also accompanied by an aching desire. She had never changed her panties so many times in her life.
Every morning driving to work she would have the same daydream. What if I never release him? What if this could really go on forever? The more she thought about it the hotter she got. All rational thoughts went out of her head. The idea of keeping Peter in perpetual chastity, never seeing or feeling his penis again was mind-blowingly erotic. The more frustrated he became the better. The harder the experience for Peter the more erotic the experience would be for her. This was just too perfect.
When Fiona arrived at her office she immediately had to run to the Ladies and change her panties. Sometimes she would just sit their quietly frigging herself just thinking about it.
But today was different. This was a special day for Fiona, and one where she would behave herself, for today she was having lunch with Sarah, her dearest friend, and the only person that she had ever discussed her sexuality with, ever. They had met in Oxford over 10 years ago, and had remained close ever since, being bridesmaids at each other's weddings, and often staying with each other, both with and without their husbands.
Fiona determined that she would confess everything to Sarah, and she just couldn't wait to find out how Sarah would react. They met at Fino's brasserie at 1230hrs as arranged.
"You look amazing Fi, positively blooming. You are not...."
"No, no, no I am not." Fiona slapped Sarah's wrist playfully.
"That is one thing I am most definitely sure of"
"Oh. Sorry Fi, have I hit a raw nerve there?"
Fiona smiled at he friend.
"No, not a all. It is just, well, I am not sure where to start really."
Sarah sipped her wine slowly and sat back looking at her friend. She felt a sudden rush of affection as Fiona pulled her hair back over her ears. This always gave her a slightly bookish, intellectual look which Sarah had always found hugely endearing. At University she joked that she hung around with Fiona because she made her look clever by association. In fact both girls were in their own right extraordinarily bright, and both had glittering careers, totally eclipsing the achievements of their partners.
"There isn't any point in beating around the bush. I have put Peter into chastity and it is, quite simply, the most erotic experience of my life. It has totally consumed me Sarah, actually in quite a frightening way."
Sarah sat upright.
"You have my attention now Fi. Are you worried that Peter is playing around or something?"
"No, not at all. He would never do that. But that isn't the point. It is for me, not for him. The idea of controlling him sexually is just so hot. I fitted him with a chastity belt just over two weeks ago and since then he has not been able to see his penis, or touch it. It is permanently fixed between his legs. He can't get an erection and he definitely can't cum. It is just too thrilling."
"What about sex? Don't you miss his, well, you know his thingy?"
"Yes, I do, a bit. But it is still there, and I can tell from Peter's frustration that he desperately wants to use his 'thingy' as you put it. But he can't. I am in absolute control, and there is nothing he can do about it."
Fiona's eyes were bright and alive; her face flushed pink and as she spoke her voice thickened slightly. Sarah looked at her, intrigued. She knew her friend was a passionate girl, but this was on quite a different level."
"God, I have so many questions Fi. What does Peter think? How long will you keep him like this?"'
"At the moment he is going along with it. He thinks it's a bit of a game, and I think he likes the feeling of being constantly horny. He often used to complain how unfair the finality of a male orgasm was compared to the fun we girls can have. So he thinks this is a kind of drawn out foreplay.
As for how long, well that is where I find rational thought almost impossible, because the more I think about it being permanent the hotter I get. Sarah, the idea of Peter never ever having an erection again, never seeing his penis again is just so incredibly erotic.
I just don't know. If he did want to take it off it would be a huge task. All the locks are permanent and irreversible and it made from reinforced steel and titanium. The manufacturers say it would take about 18 hours to remove by their own specialist team with all manner of different cutters and cost $100,000 for them to do, rising by £10,000 annually. That was part of the Contract. It made it even sweeter knowing that having it removed would not only be extremely difficult but would bankrupt him too."
Fiona laughed nervously. Sarah just looked at her open mouthed.
"Fiona Mary Carrington, you are a she-devil, so you are."
Fiona dabbed her mouth with her napkin.
" Am I? No, don't answer that. We will see where it goes, but I am pleased that you know, that someone else knows. If you think I am a mad then you must tell me. Don't let me go too far will you. I need you to give me a sense of proportion here because, I can tell you, I haven't got one at he moment."
Driving home that evening Fiona felt a new sense of determination. Sarah hadn't exactly voted her friend into high office for her behaviour, but on the other hand she hadn't rebuked her for acting irresponsibly. Fiona took that as a kind of tacit approval, and that was enough, more than enough to continue guilt free with her plan.
As the weeks went by it became harder and harder for Peter, and he began to regret his decision. He also started to a get a nagging feeling in his head that this might go on for longer than he could cope with. Fiona observed Peter's growing frustration with increasing enjoyment. The whole experience was getting hotter and hotter for her, the more frustrated Peter became the more it turned her on, and the less likely that she would ever release him. It became a vicious circle where the more difficult the situation became for Peter the more delicious the experience for Fiona.
But it was in the bedroom that Fiona was having the most fun. Every night she would start their session by running her fingers down Peter's front panel and between his legs. She would whisper how lovely he looked with such a smooth profile, and told him how he looked like a girl and how pretty he would look in panties.
Fiona took the lead in every aspect of their love making, cumming four or five times a night on his face, impaled on his fingers or just rubbing herself astride his thighs. But tonight she was going to try something new, something that she had fantasized over for years, and now exactly three months after Peter's encasement she was going to do it.
It helped that Peter was now pleading with her to be released almost every day, often on his knees and usually in tears. She loved that so much. She would run her fingers softly through his hair looking down on him tenderly. She loved the feel of his hot tears on her thighs, loved the sound of his broken voice, his red eyes looking up at her, his desperate sobs.
"Shh baby. Don't be so sad. I love you and I want you to be happy. Trust me, this is for your own good. You are such a lovely man like this, and just think how nice it is to always feel desire. You don't need a silly orgasm to ruin that feeling now do you?"
Peter would think up all sorts of reasons why this was not a good idea, but for some reason that even he didn't understand, he never went further than pleading. The problem always seemed to subside in his mind after a while, and he had moments where he was nearly enjoying the experience. But overall the feeling of frustration was definitely getting much harder for him.
That evening Fiona made Peter sit on the edge of the bed naked and told him not to move. She pulled the suitcase out from under the bed as she had done 3 months ago and pulled out a long shiny steel phallus.
"Now Peter, tonight you are going to make love to me like a real man. This is your new penis, and it is made to fit on the front of your belt, just like this."
Fiona took the base of the shaft and slid it down along two small grooves on his front panel. It made a satisfying clicking sound as it locked into position, and they could both see that it was made with the same level of craftsmanship, the same attention to detail as the rest of the belt.
Peter looked down and had the strangest sensation. He had almost got used to not having a penis and now this thing, rampant between his legs, seemed almost alien. But more than that, there was something almost mind-bending about what was happening to him. He was going to make love to his wife whilst his penis was strapped down, locked away and out of bounds. This was just too surreal.
Fiona was really going to enjoy this.
"Well, who's a big boy then?" she purred, running her fingers up and down his long shiny staff. Come to Mummy."
She climbed onto the bed and with her hands on either side of Peter's face pulled him down onto the bed, and kissed him deeply. Peter felt his real penis swell and ache between his legs, but it could only get so hard and then their was nowhere for it to go. His frustration was exquisitely unbearable.
Fiona was determined that they would make vanilla love that evening. She wanted Peter to feel every aspect of making love with his wife, but without his penis. It was the pinnacle of her control over him, and she was literally dripping with lust as she pulled him on top of her. He felt her hands guide his phallus down her tummy and she teasingly rubbed the head up and down her outer lips, pushing her tongue deeply inside Peter's mouth as she writhed under him.
Then she looked at him. It was a look that Peter had never seen before.
"Fuck me Peter. Make me happy."
Peter had never experienced anything like this before. It was a head fuck almost too much to handle. He felt himself going almost insane with frustration and humiliation. As he entered her he felt her hands run through his hair just as they had always done, he felt her hot body under his, her legs wrapped around his thighs. He felt her groaning and pumping as she pressed herself down onto his hard cock. She was making love with him, just as they had always done but there was this incredible difference. His wife, his darling Fi, had eliminated entirely any sexual involvement whatsoever from her husband.
As Fiona started to increase her rhythm she held onto Peter's back, digging her nails in, and then started to moan and moan, throwing her head back. She couldn't think of anything more erotic than this. She had absolute control and she swore she would never ever release him, not ever. As she started to climax she screamed out the word 'NEVER 'at the top of her voice and dissolved into the most unforgettable orgasm of her life while Peter looked down at her, at once as intimately involved and intensively excluded as it was possible for anyone to be.
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