Ted finished wiping down the surface of the counter. There! That should please Ted's wife, Celeste, hopefully.
Today was yet another big day, but he hoped Cel would remember first. If not, his dick might just burst out of its little prison. Ted looked around the kitchen at last.
The cabinets were gleaming, the baseboards and floor had been mopped, scrubbed and waxed, the dishwasher and refrigerator had been cleaned out and scrubbed, and the windows had been washed.
"Teddy? Are you finished in there?"
Celeste's lilting tones caused Ted's dick to surge, as he thought of her in her bikini top and tight jeans.
But his cock could only get so excited...suddenly, there was the pain. The PAIN.
Ted's cock was entrapped in an unforgiving metal chastity device, a metal tube and he was not wise in getting big erections.
Ted closed his eyes and began reciting state capitals to himself. Montgomery, Alabama.
"Teddy, are you finished?" Celeste called.
"I want to show you my new top!" Pierre, South Dakota. "It's cute and pink, but I think it's too tight around my left boob!"
Salem, Oregon.
Ted's dick calmed itself a little.
Concord, New Hampshire.
Ted thought of a homely girl he'd dated from New Hampshire during his junior year at Duke.
Finally, his penis was small and quiet again. He put the rag down in the sink, and walked into the living room, where Ted's beautiful wife was reading "Elle".
Celeste dropped the magazine on the floor.
"What do you think?"
Celeste was wearing a small, velvety pink top with a small Nascar emblem on the front.
It was not quite a T-shirt, and not quite a blouse. It had quite a plunging neckline.
Des Moines, Iowa.
But Ted couldn't control the returning swelling to his glans, and again he was in pain.
Lincoln, Nebraska.
Ted, of course was naked, except for the horrid belt. Celeste began tucking in her shirt, which unfortunately emphasized the neckline by pushing the tops of her breasts out a bit.
Celeste breathed deeply, and the cleavage jiggled a little. Ted unconsciously groped himself, trying to re-adjust the belt so his penis didn't hemorrhage.
St. Paul, Minnesota. Albany, New York.
"Do you like the top, Ted? Jose gave it to me."
Celeste looked at Ted anxiously.
"Do you think it's too tight?"
"Oh, no." Ted managed.
"You look just won-wonderful. Miss Celeste, you are just the cutest girl."
Celeste jumped out of her chair and walked over, giving Ted a big hug.
She rubbed her boobs all over his chest, and his dick began contorting in its metal cell...
It was "Soul Train" down there.
Almost unwillingly, Ted's arms came around Celeste, and one hand went down to touch her bottom, rounded in the jeans. He squeezed Celeste's bottom, and ground himself into her crotch.
WHACK!"
Ted's head rang. Celeste stood back, hands on her hips. She was furious now.
"God damn it Ted...
Did I say you could feel me up?"
Ted looked at the floor, a tear coming down one cheek.
"No, Miss Celeste."
Ted and Celeste had met in high school, when he was a geometry geek and she, the captain of the cheerleaders...
She had no time for him.
Ten years later, he'd run into her again in Tyson's Corner mall, and discovered that Celeste was poor now, and divorced.
Ted had asked her to move in with him, and showed her his nasty metal belt, and his funny BDSM magazines...
Perhaps he shouldn't have. He should have slept with Celeste at least once, he thought. Before she became his Goddess.
But now it was too late. Santa Fe, New Mexico. Now Ted was completely in Celeste's thrall...he supported Celeste, gave her lots of money, and took care of the house and cooking, as well.
Celeste's job was to look good for him...
Yes and once a month, if Ted was very, very good, she'd take off his belt and let him have a very short jerk-off session.
Yes, while staring at Celeste in whatever snug dress or tight shorts she was in, and the orgasm would be worth all the housework, all the money, all the favors.
She was his Princess. She was unpredictable, sometimes, and it seemed like there were so many rules.
Recently, Ted's wife felt that Ted wasn't getting enough sleep, so she'd given him an eight o'clock bedtime.
This was bad enough, Ted being in bed like a five year old while Cel entertained her young male friends, necking on the couch in front of Jay Leno.
But the way he had to say good night! Celeste had purchased some red striped pajamas for Ted, no sleeping in his tee shirt and shorts any more...
And he had to come in and kiss her good night...and one night, they'd been entertaining another couple, and five to eight had hit, and Celeste said ...
"It's bedtime, Teddy. Not for you guys...we can sit up and tell some dirty jokes, but Teddy's in bed by eight, go get in your jammies, honey."
Ted tried to hint that maybe since they were with his college buddy and his girl, maybe he could just stay up a little later, y'know, for appearances...
Celeste had taken Ted by the ear in front of Dave and Kirsten, and boy did Kirs giggle.
They'd gone in the bedroom, and Ted had changed into his red striped P.J.'s .
Celeste made him come out and kiss her good night, and say good night to the astonished Dave and Kirsten...
Ted had gotten pouty, and damned if Cel hadn't pulled him over her knee, pulled down his jimmies, and whipped him with a hairbrush!
She'd asked Dave for his belt for the final ten, and Ted was not much of a pain-taker...he'd burst into tears.
He'd spent the rest of the evening, not in bed as was the plan, but standing in the corner with his pajama bottoms down and his red bottom on display.
Dave and Kirsten had not been back.
But Celeste was wonderful!
He'd rather spend an evening massaging and waxing Celeste's long legs, with the cock in surging pain in the belt, than see any old friends, or new ones either, for that matter.
Now she looked at him, annoyed.
"Just a pervert, Ted. That's what I married, a fucking perv."
Ted hung his head.
"And what a way to act...today of all days."
Ted looked up, panicked. It was true,
it was his squirt day. He had not had a release now in two months, as the month before he'd screwed things up by not opening a package she'd sent him at work containing the key.
Now it had been two months, sixty days, eight weeks, or was it nine? No, no...he couldn't have screwed it up again. Celeste looked at Ted's teary, pleading eyes, and chuckled.
"No, don't worry honey. I'm not mad at ya. You're not usually such a grabby boy, and you do take care of me."
