For twenty-eight days straight, I’d been counting down to this moment with growing excitement. It wasn’t the longest continuous stretch of being locked up that I’ve ever endured, but it was certainly the toughest. A full week before tonight, my frustration hit a peak I didn’t know existed. Every waking hour buzzed with affection and desire for my wife. Work served as an unexpected respite; for nearly sixty minutes at a time, I could forget how needy I felt. But by mid-afternoon, I was checking the clock every ten minutes.
The trip home dragged on forever. It felt like traffic was teaming up against me, delaying my return to see my wife and begin our romantic evening. I took every shortcut I knew, trying not to speed excessively but still in a hurry! When I finally pulled into the driveway, my heart was racing and I felt as giddy as a teenager whose parents have left for the weekend. I glanced at my watch: the seemingly eternal drive had actually only taken 17 minutes.
Usually, my wife works later than I do, so on most days I get home about an hour before her. I quite enjoy that brief period alone in the evening. Often during this time, I browse some porn, read male chastity blogs, and more often than not, bring out a toy or two to help myself.
That changed when my wife figured it out and asked me directly, “What have you been doing at home while I’m gone?” I tried dodging the question or changing the subject, even considering outright lying. The problem was, she already knew (this wasn’t our first time) but wanted to hear me admit it. So I just had to swallow my pride and confess.
“I masturbate,” I mumbled.
“What? I couldn’t quite catch that.”
“I masturbate.” My cheeks burned as I repeated it.
“Anything else?”
“Sometimes I use our toys, but mostly just! Surfing the net gets me worked up and I can’t resist,” I stammered.
She said flatly, “Go get your chastity device on. And bring me the key when you’re finished.”
That was four weeks ago. FOUR WEEKS since I’d seen or even touched my cock. My wife ensured I thought about it daily too. After those first few days, once the horniness truly set in, she started wearing her sexiest lingerie, making sure I caught glimpses as she dressed and undressed each day. Her little whispers in my ear regarding how long I might have to wait and what she would do when I finally got out became part of our daily routine.
Tonight was the night. She prefers me “squeaky clean,” so once home, I jumped into the shower, shaved smooth, and thoroughly cleaned my chastity device. (There is nothing like having your device removed only to be greeted by the smell of urine, which kills the mood instantly.) I put on some sexy underwear she had given me along with pants that made the bulge of my device almost obscenely visible.
After dressing, I started dinner, arranged fresh flowers, and checked online to see when she would arrive. I had about 40 minutes—perfect timing.
Dinner was ready just as she walked in. I met her with a chilled glass of wine and some not-so-subtle pawing before taking her bags and guiding her inside. She reached down, gave my package a little squeeze, and asked, “What are we having?”
Honestly, I don’t remember much else about dinner. Her being home…finally…flirting with me, leaning over just so, catching me staring at her cleavage, the intoxicating scent of her skin—it was overwhelming. My world existed only through a lust-filled haze.
“Why don’t you go run me a bath and tidy up dinner? Be in bed and ready for me when I get out,” she added after thanking me for the meal and planting a lingering kiss on my cheek.
The kitchen was spotless quickly, and I literally sprinted upstairs, nearly tripping over my own feet in anticipation.
I am usually hesitant to use toys while we are preparing for playtime. I’m not entirely sure why; perhaps because I typically bring them home, making me worry she views them as all about me. Tonight though, I took the liberty of retrieving my favorite wrist restraints and fastened them on myself as best I could. I wanted to feel helpless, under her control, when she removed my chastity device.
She emerged from the bath completely nude. After a brief pause allowing me to drink it all in, she walked over to the bed without speaking and secured my free hand.
Without missing a beat, she straddled me on the bed, knees raised near my armpits, her pussy just inches from my face. “Is this what you want?” I actually shuddered at the question. “Oh god yes…Please.” I could feel her radiant warmth and caught a faint scent of her as a single drop of juice descended to land on my chest.
She looked down, spread her lips with two fingers, collected more natural lubricant, and watched intently as it ran down her finger. Glancing back at me she said, “Mmmmm. You look delicious.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off her, my gaze darting between her face, her pussy, and her hand. I thought she might stick her fingers in my mouth. Instead, she barely touched them to my lips. I leaned forward eagerly, reaching for her hand with my mouth. “Noooooo…you don’t get this yet,” she said. She placed her fingers into her own mouth, licking them clean. I nearly lost my mind.
“Tonight you’re going to have a choice,” she announced. “Or more accurately, a false one. I want you to remember tonight the next time you feel like masturbating. Understand?” “Yes.” “You are so much more agreeable when locked up,” she grinned.
From somewhere unknown, the key appeared and I was unlocked. My cock sprang free from the tube with a thwack against my stomach. My wife giggled. “Oh I see! One would think you’re anticipating something. Would you really like to come tonight?” “Oh yes. Yes please.”
She scooted back, lowering herself until her lips just touched the tip of my cock, slick with pre-cum. Without further warning, she dropped her hips quickly, thrusting me deep inside. I gasped. Oh god, she felt good. The warmth of her pussy surrounding my cock was unquestionably the most amazing sensation I’d ever experienced. My rational brain, what little remained of it, tried to object but fell silent when she slowly raised herself back up until my cock was free again. Blind with lust, at that moment I would have done anything she asked or promised whatever she wanted.
That was when she presented the choice. “Do you want to come tonight?” she asked. “Oh god yes. Please. Let me come tonight.” “How about I make you wait another week instead? Would you like that better?” My eyes went wide. “Please no. Don’t make me wait!”
“We’ll see if you stick to that story,” she said. “Here is what will happen: I will let you come tonight, and it will be good. I know how horny you’ve been, and I know how to make you beg. It will be very good.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her face as she spoke. “But if I do, I am going to lock you up immediately afterward for a minimum of eight weeks. Do you understand?” It felt like an electric shock ran through my cock. Before I could answer, she added, “Or…I can lock you back up right now and next weekend, finish what I started.” “You decide.”