Charity Begins at Home

"I don't know if I can afford it." Mooch looked just miserable.

"Well, you did ask for this" Kiada said with a gentle smile. Kiada was a looker, and had once won a Gwen Stefani lookalike contest. Or was it Gwyneth Paltrow?

Mooch knelt in front of Kia, who was resplendent in a tight rubber green bodysuit. She toyed with his burgeoning penis, and it dripped desperately in her hand.

Kia rolled her eyes merrily. "I remember like it was yesterday. And I said to you, husband of mine...This is really something, are you sure?"

"I know." Mooch loved Kia with all his heart.

She'd cheerfully begun playing teasing and denial games with him in the third year of their marriage, in return for being allowed to have an "open" social life with other men.

Some guys didn't mind when she tied Moochie up in full drag and had him watch her get her ashes hauled...

The other boy-toys she saw when Mooch was at work.

He was a brilliant fundraiser, hence his clever nickname, and was often on the road for various charities.

But Mooch was horrified by Kia's favorite charity, which was to end clitorectomies in foreign countries.

Mooch believed in being an isolationist, and not being involved with all that foreign shit.

But, after they'd played a series of chastity games, Mooch had proposed that he donate to this odious charity himself.

"I'll give you a quarter for my next orgasm, but the one after will be twice that."

"Big deal"

"But then, it doubles again, and again."

So, it went from fifty cents to a dollar...to two dollars, and so on.

By the time Moochie's contribution to the Clitorectomy Abolition Fund had gone up to $1200, he realized that he couldn't further go into his 401K and he'd already sold his stock options.

For nearly five months, Mooch had gone without an orgasm, and Kia, eager to add more money to a worthy cause, kept unlocking Moochie's cage...

Just for teasing! Every night during the week they'd watch television, Mooch naked with his hands locked behind his back.

Kia would stroke and titillate Moochie's penis during all the commercials, or if they were watching Netflix, she'd stop it every twenty minutes or so for a five minute stroking.

On the weekends, they went to singles clubs and Mooch watched Kia come on to one of the many Leisure Suit Larry types, and then the three would go home, where Kia and the new guy would tease poor Moochie...

Calling him a "frustrated faggot" that sort of thing. Then, after Mooch had watched them screw, and was truly horny, Lover-Boy would go home sated, and Moochie would lick the mess out of his gorgeous wife's twat.

And of course after this, Kia would tie Moochie down and stroke his cock, whispering in his ear how sorry she was that he was too "stingy" to contribute to the fund, as she'd love for him to give her a hot fucking.

Seven nights a week, Moochie got teased and stimulated before being locked back up.

Then, at work, Miss Fothergill, Moochie's gorgeous assistant, also a big fan of the Clitorectomy Abolition Fund, would escort her boss into his executive restroom.

Miss Fothergill, who had a sexy purple buzz cut, and the tattoo of a cobra running all over her body, would order Mooch to strip, and she'd play with his cock as he sat on the toilet, using her hands and her expertise lap dance skills.

Miss Fothergill had actually been Moochie's occasional dominant even before he'd married Kia, and she had a spare copy to his chastity belt!

Sometimes Mooch would have a tantrum because he was rethinking this chastity thing. He couldn't afford to pay more, dammit!

Kia would just laugh good naturedly, but Miss Fothergill would whip him with the saucepan they kept in the office kitchen, and then make him blow the mail clerk.

Then Moochie's Nana died, and he was five grand the richer. So he got to lay his wife for $2400, and heroically waited two weeks before asking if she'd give in for sixteen hundred.

No, he had to make up the rest, Kia said firmly, and so Mooch had sold his motorcycle, the treasure of his misspent youth, and then he'd run up his credit cards, and popped his motorboat...

Now it again had been eight months since Moochie, completely broke, had been given an orgasm. As his pretty wife leaned over, showing her full bosom as she stroked and teased his bulging cock, he wondered if he should sell a kidney.

Of course before this nonsense had started, Kia had insisted that Mooch have a part of his salary automatically put in her account to cover living expenses, vacations, etc...

Even though many of the trips didn't involve his going...Kia and Ms. Fothergill quite often would do Club Med together, and run after all the swinging dick...

While poor, chaste, Moochie sat home and sobbed!

Now, Moochie just seemed so distressed. He knew he couldn't afford to cum, and boy did his wife have some sexy teasing fingers. Every now and then, just to make sure he was paying attention, Kia would motor-boat him.

Pushing his sweaty face between her glorious breasts...it was something else!

"I know you are so horny now, Moochie." Kia said as she tickled his balls. Leaning over, she put her tongue in his ear.

"Well, it's up to ten grand. The last time was five, and you didn't even let me fuck you, Kia. I had to rub my dick on the garage floor for an orgasm."

"You wanted to be a chaste slave boy! I tell you what, you have a chance to redeem yourself. If you can make the ten thousand dollar contribution, I won't make it twenty next time. "

"Really?" Oh the joy, Moochie thought. For he had no idea whether his other Grammy would die or even if he was in her will. After all, when Grampy died, the family knew that Moochie had blown his inheritance on nose candy!

Kia tickled and pulled Moochie's penis until he was on the verge of spurting, and then she suddenly pulled her hand away.

And Moochie almost wept. He was that desperate

"The Clitorectomy Abolition Fund is now in the hands of better fundraisers than you, and we can find some other way for you to earn your orgasms."

"But I don't have ten thousand dollars to give you. I take the bus to work, I sold the car...I have eighty cents in my bank account now."

"I have a friend who will contribute the ten thousand dollars. It's Linnaeus McDaniel, the guy I dumped to marry you."

"Ugh, that loser? Where did he get ten grand?"

"Well, Linnaeus was never much of a hunter-gatherer, but he's a professional Slipper."

"What's that mean?"

"Well, he falls in supermarkets and finds bugs in restaurants and he sues, and he made a whole lot the last time, and he'll give you ten grand to give me if you go down on his sister."

"No kidding?"

"But his sister is a smelly old homeless schizophrenic. She is nasty down there. But she panhandles in front of our church, and she told Linnaeus that she thinks you're cute."

"That old unbathed sow?"

"That's right. You can contribute your tongue to her charity, risk oral herpes, and get to fuck me within the hour. They are around the corner right now."

The carpet munching had not gone as badly as he thought it would, though Moochie did puke afterwards. And the fucking was wonderful, his wife's twat was as tight as ever...

But he saw the look on Kiada's face. She had a new idea for his chastity, and would it be a doozie!