Dr. Shackle and Mrs. Nine
A couples journey to gentle, justified femdom
Chapter 1
"No." Paula slapped my dick and turned away. I snuggled up on her again.
"Come on Paula, just the tip." My hands reached around her and pulled her closer. Paula stayed still for a moment, then relaxed. I reached for her boobs, she reached for my cock.
"That's more like it," I grinned until a hand, steeled by hours on a tennis court, squeezed my balls.
"Fuck!" I yelped.
"Are you listening?" She waited for me to nod and let go.
"Ralph, I do not want to get pregnant. Got it?" I nodded again and rolled on my back. Then I sighed. She turned to me and embraced me.
"Behave or get a rubber. Two more days, ok?"
"My, aren't you moody today." Paula ribbed me.
"I don't want to stay on the pill," she had announced some time ago. I couldn't stand rubbers, she didn't like to wank me, so it was pretty much snogging until her fertile days were over.
We lay on the bed, both horny, both frustrated, thoughts wandering.
"What if you don't need it?" she suddenly said.
"Need what?" I asked.
"What if you're not fertile? No little soldiers, no rubber." I pointed to my hard on.
"Does that look a dud to you?"
"Not impotent, you git." She giggled and stroke my shaft.
"Mhm, hard and eager. What a tease." Paula very lightly and carefully encompassed my shaft just below where it was most sensitive. She loved to feel my cock. She loved to see it standing to attention when she lusted after it and how reliably it complied even when all she did was to inhale. Speaking of feminine magic.
"Seriously Paula, you don't really think I'm not fertile."
"No, but just think of it. Either I'm taking chemicals or you wrap your cock in a rubber. Because we assume that your sperm is working. But is it?" I didn't know what to reply.
"Look Ralph. I'm into sex. Lots of it. Just like you. Checking your sperm might be an easy way to it." I was blessed with a gorgeous girlfriend that was as horny as me. What could I do, best just to go with it.
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The next day I called the NHS. As I didn't have a condition, I was to turn up in person at my GP's for a consultation. Furthermore, for a good sample, a cheerful telephone voice told me, I had to refrain from ejaculation for at least three days, better five. So I was set for an appointment in a fortnight.
After two days we both sent that plan to hell. Paula teased me to try Carezza, but that constant mutual teasing without release proved too much for me. Too much pent up energy coursing through my glands, too much silken wonderlands to explore. And Paula loved to see her charms render my strength weak, my rigidity yield and to feel my buttocks clench when I was in the final throws. Absolutely magic.
I knew beforehand three days of chastity is but impossible for a twenty-three year old guy, but I didn't anticipate what an aphrodisiac that turned out to be. In our bed, after doing our best to violate the "no-cumming-for-three-days" rule, Paula had an insight.
"A cage! You need a chastity-cage."
"What?"
"Yes, we put your cock in a cock-cage and we'll have the sample in no time."
"No way," I said.
"Oh come on, don't be such a bore. You won't be locked up for ever."
"I bet I won't. No fucking way," I said testily.
"Why are you so selfish?" Paula demanded. "If we go on like this, we'll start over and over again. Ralph, this is for both of us." Seemed right.
"I will get you a nice cock-cage and you'll see the week will be over in a nic." She crossed her arms as if this matter was settled. Now I got nervous.
"Paula, I don't want to put my cock into a cage. It's not natural."
"Neither is a condom," she retorted.
"Yes, but no. Being locked away with some metal. You wouldn't like that, would you?" I regretted it when Paula let her crossed arms sink and sat up straight to face me. I knew I had lost. And I was drawn to her stiff nipples. I couldn't help it. Paula had sensitive pink beauties, which begged to be cherished and caressed. I loved to oblige, but now, under her secret smile, her nipples were angrily red. It was a little threatening, I shied when she reached for me. I didn't want to, but I yielded. Those beauties definitely cast a spell, a charm. She kissed me wetly. I tingled all over and my nipples hardened too. Ever so gently Paula twisted them; I sank to her.
"Darling, you love to see me bound. Don't tell me it doesn't turn you on to see me helpless whilst you scheme what to do with three holes and a pair of tits."
Paula paused, looked down onto my cock and smiled. Then she gracefully bent down to take me into her mouth.
I gave in totally, the corruption of her mouth I could not deny. Her lips comforted my doubts, told my cock not to worry, explained all would be fine, as she would take good care of it whilst encaged. Paula must have sensed my change of mind, because she smiled whilst blowing me. I exploded. There is nothing I say, absolutely nothing, like coming in a smiling mouth.
Fact is, we've experimented with bondage, cuffs, shackles and whatever. I did tie her up, but Paula hated being at my mercy, even if she came like a train. So far, I hadn't been the bound one. So what, she stated. Imagine how you'll come after a few days being caged, was her mantra.
The measurements turned out to be fun. Paula carefully wrapped the tape measure around my cock and scribbled down my dimensions. Erect length and relaxed size, stiff and soft girth, circumference of glans, size of scrotum - I had not known that there was so much to consider, but Paula seemed to.
"How long did you say has this been on your mind?" I asked. She grinned a Cheshire cat smile and frowned at something on the screen.
"I don't want to damage your goods. Your little man isn't exactly tiny. Standard models don't fit I'm sure. Maybe a bespoke," she pondered. Drained and relaxed I didn't care.
"Whatever," I said. Paula let the tablet go and adorned my cock with the tape.
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Paula was so excited when we went out for an adult shop. Out in Soho (where else?) we found
"Serious Delights"
Black calligraphy on a red signboard over an entrance covered by a black suede curtain. It was almost iconic, how red light emanated from its rim. Through the curtain we entered into the confines of a cellar in which London's constant drone was cushioned by dark erotic music. Shiny chains and cuffs, whips, barely visible against the darkness, snaking on the wall.
In the centre, on a black pedestal, a shiny white corset throned over a black phallus caught in chrome. I was instantly nervous, Paula's eyes sparkled.
"May I be of assistance?" a voice startled me from behind.
"I'm looking for a chastity device." Paula stated.
"I see," the salesman said eying first Paula, then me.
"And will this young gentlemen be the beneficiary?"
"Why yes," said Paula.
"This way, please." He said with an implied bow. Wicked!
The lights in the dark corner lit up on their own. A wooden cabinet, rather regular, like the merchandise in a shop on Saville row, but for the fact that it contained cock-cages.
"May I ask, whether the purpose of your acquisition is for the playful occasion or rather a correctional one?"
"I want to rein him in for a little," she said.
"Very good, madam," he went to another cabinet and opened the doors.
"Paula," I whispered, "rein me in? What are you talking about?"
"That's but parlance. Trust me," she whispered conspiratorially and patted my hand as she went over to the salesman. She declined politely to be seated and, ever the lady, waited for the goods to be presented.
"These locking items are for the novice as well as the aficionado of strict discipline," the salesman offered.
"May I?" asked Paula.
"Of course madam" he answered. Paula picked one. A clear plastic tube fashioned with a padlock. At the tube's narrower end, right where the cock's tip was to emerge, a thin rod was attached. The rod bent inwards, into the tube, and ran back to its broader end, where the cock was to be put in. Paula put a gloved index finger on the rod tip.
"What is this for?" She demanded.
"To be used on unruly characters ma'am. If one does not settle with the insubordinate's chastity, but wish to render any erections impossible, this will do the trick." He produced a leather belt from ta drawer. Like a thong, it had a crotch belt running across. On it, a bit off centre and ideally placed for penetration, sat a metallic phallus.
"After inserting the probe, it is set in place with this belt. Its combined efficacy is unsurpassed, if I may say so." Paula studied the cock-skewer silently.
"A rather strict instrument ma'am," he added.
"Impressive," she said and put it back. I exhaled. The exchange had left me unsettled, but not so Paula. She was at ease with the salesman treating her like royalty whilst discussing tools of torture as if I wasn't present.
"If you'd be so kind," he gestured to the display, "to show me one that is to your liking?"
