She may also say, “If you can be this good all week, you might earn enough ‘good boy points’ that I’ll let you out this weekend. On second thought, we have that wedding to go to this weekend and its better that I keep you in so that you will be reminded to focus on me and not get distracted by all the pretty women in their dresses at the wedding.” She usually pats me on my thigh or on my device and will wink and smile at me.
What followed was an unbelievable night of sex. She kissed me and used just one hand on me to keep me hard for what seemed like hours, saying how much she liked her new toy. I was stunned when she massaged herself with my shaft and came twice, while I was still throbbing and without relief. She ran her hands over my handcuffs, making sure they were secure, and then went back to her slow stroking, driving me crazy. Finally she mounted me and rode me slowly. When I began to thrust up to her, she would just slide off. “Hold still!” she demanded. “I’m in charge here- I’ll say how fast, and when you finish. Start that bouncing around again, and I’ll go sleep on the couch- and leave you here.” Stunned, I did as she said- and after another 30 minutes of slow grinding, she let me cum- I thought I was dying. My whole body spasmed with the most intense, powerful, breath-taking orgasm I have ever had. We drifted off to sleep together, me still handcuffed, her head on my chest.
“Mom told me the secret of her marriage. She has always been the center of Dad’s life, because she has made certain that she would always be the most important person in his life. She took certain steps to make sure her husband would be devoted to her. I intend to take those same steps with you.” By now I was really confused, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.
Carol reached into a box I had not noticed before and removed a chastity device. She informed me that she was going to lock the device on me, and if I really loved her, I would submit to her control of my sex life. That night I eagerly looked forward to having the device removed for another night of torrid lovemaking. She grinned at me and said, “Sure, I’ll remove it- and soon as your hands are chained to the head of the bed.” When I began to protest, she just said that her Mom had been cuffing her Dad to their bed since their wedding night, and she intended to do just the same with me. “Of course, you don’t ever have to be handcuffed, if you really don’t want to. But I won’t take the CB 3000 off unless you do. Handcuffed the Cb comes off; no handcuffs and it stays on. Your choice!” I reluctantly agreed to the handcuffs, and was soon chained securely to the bed one again.
Carol removed the CB 3000, stiffened me, straddled me, and began a long, slow ride. I was warned not to move- there would be no orgasm for me if I did- so I remained motionless, throbbing, while she slowly slid up and down on me. Sometimes she would stop, slide off me, and then use my member to massage herself to a long, slow orgasm, telling me how good she felt, before remounting me. I never came once the next week.
She now has total control over me. The CB 3000 is very secure and escape-proof. Evenings find me doing most of the cooking and cleaning, and I must always spend at least 30 minutes between her legs, licking her until she comes at least once, but often twice. Then it is off to bed. The routine seldom varies- she likes to strip me naked, which makes me ache inside the CB, then handcuff me to the headboard, and the CB is removed. Most nights she just stiffens me by hand, keeps me hard for awhile while kissing me, and then massages herself with my staff until she has another orgasm. Then she rolls over and goes to sleep. I am left helpless and hard, just the way she likes me. Morning comes and the CB is reinstalled before the handcuffs are unlocked.
If I am lucky, I am allowed an orgasm a month, but I have gone as long as three months without one; if I displease her in any way, she delays my pleasure as long as she wants. It is a rare day, though, when she does not cum at least once. She likes to say that on or wedding day, she put a ring on my finger, but early the next morning, she locked a more important ring around my balls, and she intends to keep it that way. I still love her- but I never dreamed I’d wind up as her sex slave.