This marks my initial step into chastity fiction. I’m no professional writer, so the narrative wanders a little as I crafted it for my wife to introduce some concepts. Still, I hope you like it. And in my situation, I aspire for it to lean more toward historical non-fiction than pure fiction.:twisted:
The Special Birthday Tonight was set to be special. From their early days together, she quickly realized how much he adored giving her oral pleasure. However, only over the last few months did she truly grasp the depth of his desire. He often stumbled through explanations, but she could witness the impact she had on him. With his face nestled between her legs, he became so thoroughly aroused that it seemed as though he might climax just from the sensation itself. It was simply intoxicating for him. She noticed this enjoyment in his heavy, uncontrolled breathing and the precum that gathered and dripped from his cock tip. He drew immense pleasure from her scent and taste, drinking every drop of her nectar as if it were sacred. This made her wonder whether he enjoyed the experience more than she did.
Certainly, she loved lying back and feeling the sensations of his warm mouth kissing her mound, thighs, buttocks, lips, before slowly exploring her flower with his tongue. As they built up a symbiotic energy between her wet, engorged sex and the licking, sucking, swirling dance of his mouth while pressing her juices into his face, she began to see that he would be happy to taste her arousal morning, afternoon, and night if allowed. He was insatiable, wanting his wife humming and dripping with ecstasy as often as possible. He simply wanted to improve at pleasing her with his tongue.
Because daily life limited their time for lustful pursuits, he dreamed of a long weekend getaway where they would only dress when sneaking through public resort areas to find isolated spots outside to continue. They tested the limits of how many orgasms she could endure over that extended period. For this adventure, just as in their everyday lives, she kept him on the precipice without letting him fall over. She didn’t want to waste precious time during a weekend dealing with the male refractory period. Why accept sudden loss of interest and wait for pressure to build again when she could keep him right there? She would drive him wildly mad with desire—though it’s hard to imagine he could want her more than he does. He barely controlled himself around her already. But she knew that by repeating and extending tease-and-denial sessions, free from work concerns, she could push his focus to maddening heights. Without permitting him release, every orgasm she had became part of his experience too, so he would give her as many as she could handle.
For now, they enjoyed playing with his bottled libido, which sat in her genie’s lamp like a corked bottle. At first, these chastity games were mostly his idea. But perhaps falling into the cliché of “be careful what you wish for,” she started getting turned on by seeing how crazy he got. She even found it amusing to work him up after achieving her own orgasm, leaving him struggling with pelvis gyration as he tried vainly to cross the threshold while she rolled over to sleep. He remained an eager, horny man overcome by singular lust for his sexy wife as she slept beside him spooned, his hard cock pressed firmly against her.
She thought to herself, “this is how a husband should be.” Honestly, she also liked that there was no sticky mess to clean up and he wouldn’t fall into the ridiculous post-orgasmic deep sleep. This meant he could more easily rouse to care for their crying baby in the middle of the night. He relished her control over his orgasmic life. It was somewhat paradoxical: a man with fierce independence came to crave surrendering his basic, primal energy to the lock and key held by his wife.
There was irony too; as they went deeper into it within this delectable feedback loop of lustful hunger, his earnest desire to stay on the edge—denied but in perpetual readiness—only grew. This felt similar to other kinks where mere thought sends him into a frenzy during high lust, yet interest vanishes moments after he cums.
He wanted her to appreciate the power she held over him because she was the first woman who ever compelled him to give it (he never stopped marveling that the universe brought the most perfect woman for him in every way into his life). He wanted her to enjoy thinking about what she did to him. By keeping him so, he felt as though she cradled his balls long after letting go. His devotion to her deepened; kept by her, possessed and owned by her—that was a comforting thought. He relished being truly and fundamentally HERS.
He also believed their chastity games fostered intimacy. He longed for the touch of her soft skin but especially loved their new open conversations. He liked that sex lasted as long as she wanted without performance pressure on him, staying focused entirely on her pleasure and happiness. His orgasms were no longer the focal point; there was no disappointment when sex ended because he hadn’t cum yet—she simply wouldn’t let him cum just now.
Although he desperately wanted to release, he swooned inexplicably whenever she said “no.” The first time she explicitly voiced, “you’re not allowed to cum,” his head spun with delicious frustration. She had embraced the game and taken control that he wished to surrender. He loved bringing her to orgasm and cuddling in the afterglow. While denial kept him eager, lustful, and plain horny, there was a calm satisfaction derived from basking in her sex gift—face soaked in her cum, tasting her well into the night even as she fell asleep.
They had been playing this round of the game for about two weeks now, reaching the limit of their experience with his chastity. By then, he was completely crazy with desire, unable to go twenty minutes without thinking how horny and hot it felt that his sexy wife had deliberately placed him in this predicament. His erections felt like another cock inside his own trying to push out—his cock constantly reaching, reeeeeaaaaaching. It was as if all the built-up cum had nowhere to go yet more kept flowing in, like an overfull water balloon striving to burst and gush everything out.
The leaking he felt throughout the day served as a steady reminder of his longing to lie beside her again, sliding his head between her delicious milky thighs and getting lost in euphoria.
Just as work distracted him enough from his predicament, his iPad chimed. He opened it and saw a text message via the new app he’d downloaded. Only his wife had that number.
I really opened it to see what was inside. Indeed, there was a text from his wife: “Hi horny hubby - how bad do you want to cum for me?”
“Oh my God,” he thought, taken by complete surprise. He had casually mentioned before that he thought it would be really hot, especially in his current condition, to receive periodic sexy texts from her, but she never seemed particularly interested in playing along - until now. His mind raced, his heart rate doubled, and his cock stood at immediate attention. “Are you kidding me? How do I even begin to answer?” “I want to cum for you sooo bad! You have no idea!” was all he could muster in his frenzy to pound out a response, his heart thumping in his head.
Fifteen minutes later, which felt like an eternity, she wrote back: “Oh I think I do. But good! I want you to want to cum for me so bad you can taste it. And I want my birthday to be special tonight. See you when you get home.”
His head was dizzy with excitement. He couldn’t contain his joy. All he could do was return to trying to lose himself in his work to distract himself until departure time. When he got home, he cooked her dinner as planned. They talked of work and the other ordinary stuff of life over dinner with a bottle of wine. They put the baby to sleep. And did the usual nightly chores of cleaning up and preparing for the following day. He sat on the couch to relax, but his mind was still racing about what she had planned for tonight. He wanted her birthday to be special. He had really struggled to come up with ideas that would bring her the kind of happy special day that she so deserved. He cooked her dinner and bought her a nice gift, but he truly wanted to give her whatever she actually wanted. It seemed she might give him that chance tonight. But what did she have in mind? Then his iPad chimed with a message: “Unzip your pants and get down on your knees! Txt me back when you’re ready.”
Oh wow. “im rdy!” he responded nearly instantly, his fingers tripping over one another to send the message. After a few minutes of suspense, while his mind raced, she stepped out of the bedroom wearing nothing but a black teddy, the thigh-high stockings and garter he bought her for Valentine’s Day, and her knee-high leather boots. She spoke softly, but matter-of-factly: “Take it out! I want to see it.” He pulled his hard cock through the fly in his pants.
“Mmmm, good husband. Now play with it - I want to watch.” He did as he was told.
“That’s enough!” she finally said as she stood nearly over him, her crotch right at his face level. “You may now kiss my boot.” He bent down and pecked the toe of her leather boot. “Maybe later I’ll let you do this to my feet.”
It was strange. He never had a foot fetish before, but over the past few months he has really found her feet incredibly sexy. He enjoys touching them, kissing them, sucking them, licking them. He really loved when she’d stroke his cock with them.
“Is this how it starts?” he would think; “how did this strange desire come seemingly from nowhere?” A few times in the past she had extended her leg out and put her foot near his face, inviting him to kiss her feet. He found that simple move so erotically charged, it turned him on indescribably so. He soon found he really enjoyed making love to her this way. Her feet were so soft and feminine; the curves were so sexy. Every inch of her body was so delectably desirable!
“That’s it. Kiss your way up.” He delivered a succession of pecks along the inside of her boot, moving from foot to calf. He enjoyed the symbolism of kissing the leather of her boot because she commanded it, though it didn’t really ignite the flames the way that caressing her soft and curvaceous bare skin did. But visually, seeing her in those boots gave him instant wood under any circumstance. He kept going until he reached her stockinged leg.
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” he thought to himself, even as he paused.
“Keep going.” His heart was pounding and his breathing grew quite heavy - she could see by his hard cock that he was enjoying this. He desperately wanted to move up quickly and dive in to drink in her delectable juices, but trying to contain his excitement, he paced himself and delivered soft warm kisses along the soft crook of the back of her knee, her inner thigh, and up past the stockings to her bare creamy soft thighs and up to the bottom of her buttocks. Seeing that he was at an awkward angle, she turned around so he could continue to kiss and caress her cheeks. He was really starting to lose himself in tenderly caressing, kissing and licking the soft yummy curves of her bare ass when she then bent forward, leaning on the arm of the couch, to give him access to what she knew he really wanted.
He wasted no time and began to kiss her lips and then probe them with his tongue. When she felt his tongue begin to penetrate her delicate flower, she pushed her bottom back on his face, burying him deeper inside her. His quickened breathing and the excitement coupled with being firmly planted against her had him gasping. He needed to breathe, but he was too deep into the ecstatic and uncontrollable lapping and sucking to be overly concerned with such niceties, so he gasped periodically for a breath and kept at it, blissfully drunk on her sex.
She stood up and said, “You really love eating me, don’t you?” “More than anything!” “Even more than cumming, apparently,” she said with a laugh. “Go get naked, lay down on the bed, and close your eyes.”
He felt her put velcro tethers around his wrists and ankles and soon realized he was restrained spread eagle to the head and foot boards of the bed. “When did we get restraints?” he wondered.
He felt her over him and could smell the intoxicating perfume of her essence. Soon he felt her moist flower pressed against his face as she rocked back and forth. His tongue came out to greet her and he opened his eyes, seeing one of the most beautiful sights he knows he has and will ever see in his whole life - his wife getting off by fucking his face with total abandon.
She had discovered that one of the benefits of keeping his sexual energy focused instead of letting it spill down the drain is that when he is eating her out, he loses himself in the experience. He loses all sense of time and is immersed in singular focus on her. It is as though he can experience what she feels through her taste on his tongue, or at least he strives to.
While she enjoys the queening position, she normally doesn’t get off this way because of the mechanics - it is much easier when she is relaxed and can lay back and let the sensation build with him on his knees. But this time was different. She brought herself to a heaving orgasm and came all over his face as she saw in his eyes that familiar look that told her in no uncertain terms he was enjoying it at least as much as she was - this was his bliss and he never wanted it to end.
The fact that he got off on this freed her to allow herself to get off on it, too. And he especially got off when she let go and got off with nary a concern for anything but getting off, feeding the Ouroborus of their sexual dynamic.
“That was my eighth orgasm since we started playing this round of the game a couple weeks ago. That was the minimum we set before I’d even consider allowing you to cum. But this is also day 15, which was the maximum number of days you set in the rules, provided I already had my eight orgasms. So, babe, tell me again how bad you want to cum for me.”
“I reeeeaaaally, really, reeeeeeaaaaalllllly want to cum so fucking bad!” “Is that all?” “I would do anything to cum inside of you!” “Anything? Be careful with your words, sweetie.” “OK, I don’t know, maybe there are limits, but right now I feel like I’d do pretty much ANYthing to be able to cum inside of you!” “Well, we may have to test that theory then. Remember that gift certificate you gave me to the online adult toy store?” He had given her the gift certificate after they talked ab
one night she voiced her different fantasies. She told him to buy whatever he liked, whether for his own use on himself, or something he could do to her, or even one that allowed her to take charge of him. He had some toy ideas in mind that seemed promising but wanted the final choice to rest entirely with her. “Well, I made a purchase and the package arrived last week.” “Oh, so those restraints came from there then.” “Yep. I figured you’d enjoy being bound and utilized like that - behaving as a good husband should. And perhaps one day I’ll let you use them on me. But for now, another surprise awaits.” She released his right hand from the restraint. “Close your eyes and stroke yourself slowly and gently. I want to see how hard you can get first.” His heart pounded again, blood rushing dizzyingly out of his head and down into his groin. “Oh God, what did she buy?” They had discussed one of his fantasies: her pegging him with a strap-on. It was the kind of thought that sent his imagination spinning, picturing her soft, creamy white feminine curves against a black leather harness holding a protruding dildo. The mental image alone could drive him wild - his sweet, innocent, intelligent wife wearing librarian glasses and something wonderfully deviant yet tantalizingly bad. He realized there would be no subtlety in the act should this sight ever grace his eyes. He imagined the dildo pressing against her clit so she could exert stimulating pressure for herself while fucking him in the ass, poking his overly full teased-and-denied prostate, coaxing out streams of seminal fluid. If he feels himself hers now, he imagines how owned he will feel when she’s got her strap-on deep inside him. He had read that some couples practicing long-term chastity use prostate massage to milk the gland and keep things moving. While being kept in long-term chastity could be fun to fantasize about with his wife teasing him about keeping him this way interminably, he didn’t think he’d ever want to commit fully to anything truly long-term that would actually require regular milkings. But the thought of being milked did turn him on — cum dribbling involuntarily out of his cock without an accompanying orgasm — as did the ruined orgasms he had read about as another method some couples use to keep the plumbing moving without allowing a real release. And while the idea of getting fucked by his wife might seem intimidating, the excitement it stirred within him told him with certainty that it was something he truly wanted to experience. “What would a prostate orgasm feel like?” he wondered. But this, much like trying to get her to squirt via g-spot stimulation or having her give him golden showers, was one of those recurring fantasies he had held but kept silent for fear of squicking her out. He could perfectly understand that these chimeras of his wandering horny mind may not be well received in the more sober light of verbalized shared thought. And, while they turned him on, it was unclear she would derive anything from these particular fantasies of his. Nonetheless, if he were being perfectly honest, he could not deny the allure of these fantasies within the context of the trusting and honest relationship he shares with his wife. He did secretly hope that she harbored some as-yet spoken deep dark fantasies of her own though. He thought if he knew she had thoughts of a less-than-vanilla quality, whatever they may be, it would quell his fears a little. But he also would love nothing more than to share in her fantasy life — whether those fantasies were simply used as tantalizing stories to work themselves into a frenzy at the shared telling as they made love or whether they involved activities that she would actually like to try. Then he thought, what if she bought a real locking chastity device with the gift certificate? He enjoyed their game quite a bit. In fact, he could see playing this game more often than not. But while the symbolism of a device she could use to physically lock his cock for real while holding the key was one of those fantasies that sent his imagination reeling, it was one of those fantasies he wasn’t so sure he would really want to actualize fully. But what if it was her idea - something she truly wanted? In that case, how could he not go along at least for a try? But still. Gulp. She told him to stop touching himself and again emphasized keeping his eyes closed. She refastened his right hand to the restraint. He felt the cool silky sensation of lube being spread all over his cock and balls. Then he felt her slip his balls through what felt like a rubbery cock ring. He felt his hard shaft being inserted into what seemed like a thick, heavy condom of some sort. “What in the hell was she doing?” he thought. He felt a few tugs of pressure on his cock, but no sensation on his skin. “OK, go ahead and open them.” That’s when he saw the extension sheath attached to his cock. She told him, “I want to feel you inside me, but I can’t risk having you spill all that cum I’ve worked so hard building up just yet.” With that, she lowered herself onto his encased cock and began fucking herself nice and easy with it. He could feel the pressure and was incredibly aroused at the sight of it, but alas, he could not feel the sensation of having his cock used in this way. Finally, she unlatched the restraints and said “I need you to fuck me! Now!” “With this on?” “Yes, of course - that’s what it’s for. Fuck me!” They rolled over and he proceeded to slowly insert his sheathed cock - he was careful at first because, with the extension, it was more than she was used to from him. But her hungry flower just eagerly took it all in. She was so turned on, she seemed insatiable in swallowing all he could give her even with the sheath extension. He slowly slid back out and then, with slight motion, slid in using just the tip to tease her opening. He teased her like this for a minute but then followed the teasing with a deep full thrust, giving her hungry flower everything there was to give. She gasped at taking it all in, but her gasp soon turned to a moan as she felt so filled up. Still, she wanted to feel more. And he began with a steady pace of sliding the length of his sleeved cock all the way in and nearly all the way back out in steady sensual rhythm - a slow methodic and thorough fucking. Mmmmm this felt so good. It had been a few weeks since she felt his cock inside her. Yes, this is what she had been missing. As his own frustration built, he began to thrust faster and harder inside of her, trying, by exerting extra force, to derive some sensation from it himself. In vain, he was soon fucking her like a man possessed as fast and hard as he could, ramming with abandon, bucking his hips like a wild stallion desperate to feel what fucking her should feel like! Here he was fucking her so hard but not feeling a thing. He was desperately trying to capitalize on the smallest bit of pressure or sensation and then will it into something greater. He had lost control desperately bucking and fucking and for those moments he could not be contained. She enjoyed having him unleashed but not unlocked. She was the immediate beneficiary of the weeks of pressure mounting in his balls, the heightened testosterone, the full prostate, and her best efforts at giving good tease and denial. He was dangerously on the edge - a wild animal, kept under her precise control, with all that raging sexual energy that used to literally go wasted down the drain now focused like a laser into her. This was too much fun! He continued to thrust his sheathed cock in and out of her, spreading her so wide open, filling her up, rubbing her just so. And though clitoral orgasms are de rigueur, she lost herself in getting fucked and the knowledge of how she had created her own personal sex monster of a husband who was thrusting and bucking from the predicament she put him in. It was
“Especially the realization that she had designed him this way and meant to keep him so pushed her over again.
‘How badly do you need to cum for me, husband?’
‘Rhawrgertsblunderfthpth!’ He couldn’t manage words.
‘Say it! Tell me how much you want to cum for me!’
‘I need to come for you so desperately, I can feel it in my taste buds!’
‘Good. And you shall. You may remove the sleeve now.’
As he pulled his cock free, she grabbed another handful of lube and started stroking him slowly. ‘Oh God, that feels soo goooood! I am so turned on I can barely stand it! Oh God! I’m right on the brink! I want to cum so badly!’
‘You are not permitted to cum!’ she teased. ‘Not until I give you leave. Right?’
‘Reight.’
She kept massaging his hard, leaking cock with just enough pressure to keep him balanced precariously without letting him fall over as she talked. ‘Haha - look at you. I think you’d do anything right now to cum inside me, wouldn’t you? Mmmmmmm…I love seeing you like this, husband. OK, stay put; I need to pee. Wait, that gives me an idea.’ She continued her methodical strokes along his shaft. ‘You remember writing in the rules that I could get your agreement to new terms for our next game round?
‘Yes.’ He had written that hoping if she refined the game to suit herself, she would want to keep playing.
‘Well, for the next round, I want more control. And you said that’s what you wanted too, right?’
‘Yes.’
‘OK, so next time we do it my way. You’ll give me foot massages and lick me whenever it suits me, as we do now, but I won’t have to let you every other day. If I want three times a day, that’s what happens; if I decide not to let you for three days straight, then so be it. I don’t mean to ignore you, but if we’re continuing this game, these are my terms. Agreed?’
‘Yes.’
‘We won’t have a maximum denial period anymore. You’ll get at least 7 days, but after that, you won’t know when I decide to grant your release.
‘But it could go on forever.’
‘Well, you know I enjoy feeling you cum inside me too much to let that happen, so don’t be ridiculous. Besides, this is just a game between two willing married adults having fun. But while we play, you have no say in when you cum next. You said you want me in control? This is what control looks like, babe. I might let you cum in 7 days or keep you waiting longer. The delicious part is you’ll never know exactly when because we’ve dropped those silly rules that reveal it too soon. You like that, don’t you?’ she asked as he writhed with ecstasy from her slow, methodic erotic strokes which kept his cock poised to explode on the thinnest margin.
‘Yes,’ he answered. He was so turned on. His focus had narrowed entirely to the sensations in his cock. ‘Oh God yes!’ He liked it a lot! It made him overwhelmingly horny thinking about being helplessly under her control—the same control that used to make him feel like THIS!!!
‘Do you remember writing in the rules that you could beg for an extension of up to 35 days?
‘Yes,’ he said, wondering what he was thinking when he wrote that.
‘I was thinking: I could give you your orgasm right now with just my index finger and no more touch than that. Since it’s day 15 and the rules say you’re due for an orgasm today; you’ll then lick my finger clean as I feed you all your cum, which is also what the rules require. OR…you could lie in the bathtub while all this pee I’ve stored up streams over your hard cock—you can imagine the release I’m feeling letting that built-up warm liquid gush from my full flower onto you. You’ll then clean me with your mouth until I have enough, wash yourself, get into bed, and try to sleep. We keep playing the game, but under my new rules. You won’t be allowed to cum until the night of our anniversary dinner in a few weeks. Then, after giving me an orgasm orally, you can fuck me properly, cum inside me, and then eat me out. You’ll be permitted to cum wherever you want as many more times as you can handle that weekend before we start the next round on Monday. Those are your two choices: cum tonight since it’s day 15 under the rules but only via minimal stimulation from my index finger—or wait just a few short weeks to fuck me senseless and cum inside me as often as possible all weekend long. Oh, one more thing: if you choose the first option, the next round starts immediately after you cum. So, what will it be?’
His head was spinning deliriously. He needed release so badly, but ironically he didn’t want it to end. Especially not with a lousy index finger orgasm. While fantasizing about eating his cum directly from her pussy, the prospect of being fed it without her juices mixed in held less appeal.
‘I want to cum inside you,’ he said, hoping that choice was available right NOW!
‘But you can’t cum inside me unless we extend this round to 32 days. Is that what you want?’
Realizing the constraints of his given choices and knowing they were well within the rules of the game he had built for himself—and which he wanted strictly upheld—he muttered, ‘Uh, yes.’
‘Tell me, husband, tell me what you truly want.
‘I want to extend this round. I want to cum inside you.’
‘Not convinced yet. Maybe I should just give you the index finger orgasm tonight and be done with it,’ she began swirling only the tip of her index finger where his cock head meets the shaft, stroking it with enough stimulation to push him over with a frustratingly unsatisfying feather-light touch.
‘NO, please, PLEASE, I want to cum inside you! Please extend this round until our anniversary dinner! Please!I don’t want to cum like this!’ He wanted to feel enveloped, groped, manhandled, swallowed, spanked, used up, spent—he wanted to fuck her uncontrollably!—but not this way. While it felt undeniably good for his desperate cock, it would be a wholly unsatisfactory way to spew out all that cum she’d been building inside him for weeks.
‘OK, but remember: when you cum inside me during our anniversary celebration, I’m going to grab your hair and push your head down into my cum-filled pussy. You’ll clean up my pretty flower and eat me out until I have an orgasm. I like making you do that right then because I know once you cum, you lose the horny will to continue, but I also know you really enjoy it, and it gets you so hot remembering how I made you do it later. I can use that memory to get you hot and horny during the next round. Is that what you want?’
‘Yes.’
‘Tell me. Beg me.
‘PLEASE! Please don’t let me cum tonight!I want to wait until our anniversary dinner!I want to cum inside you! And I want you to make me eat you out after until you have another orgasm!Please, I want to do that so fucking bad!Please, please, PLEEEEEAAAAASE!!!’
‘OK, husband, your begging has been heard. I grant your request: extending the date of your release until our anniversary dinner in a little over two weeks. Now go lie in the tub, stroke yourself, and keep it hard on the edge for me; I’ll be right behind you. I’m going to sleep well tonight once we’re done. Thanks for the special birthday, husband.’
He realized she had now accepted the gift of being the keyholder of his kundalini, which would be channeled exclusively for her benefit whenever she chose to unlock it. He knew that in accepting his gift, she was also giving him something beyond measure: her love.