Head Shrining - Big or Little?

India smiled at the young couple. She loved seeing clients in this office. It seemed so cozy and the clients could cuddle while talking to her... It was a great couch.

Reed looked a bit tense, but it had been months since he'd been out of his thing...of course when India thought of her husband and how long he had been in a tube, it didn't really give her much sympathy for Reed's frustration.

India's husband, Scurvy (he had been a sickly looking youth) was fairly well off, his father had invented something that did nice things for the carburetors in Air Force jeeps.

But Scurvy had been in chastity since Christmas, and he wouldn't get an orgasm until July, which was his sixtieth birthday. Not this July, Scurvy was only fifty-eight.

But now she focused on Natalie and Reed, and how happy they both seemed, Reed's discomfiture notwithstanding.

"What's great is, Reed isn't always hinting to get laid with me anymore...you know?"

"Yes, Natalie, I understand, dear." India said with a smile.

"Everything used to be a negotiation for sex, you know? 'If I take out the garbage' or 'if I mow the lawn'. Even when he brought me little gifts, I always felt there was a quid pro quo."

"Natalie, that's really-"

Natalie whacked Reed on the arm. "Hush, when I want your opinion I'll ask for it, Reed. And he was always playing grab-ass with me in the kitchen, but if he gets too excited..."

Reed blanched. But he said ruefully, "It hurts in the tube. I get too aroused and it swells."

"It helps you calm down! Excellent!" India said, with a wry grin.

"Sure. And going without sex, not resorting to masturbation when Nat isn't in the mood, and she usually isn't for my um..."

"Yes, I prefer his tongue to the tube." Natalie said, giggling a bit.

"Yes, I have been trying to focus on her in kind of an old fashioned courtship thing."

As Reed said this, he looked fairly happy, but India knew things were tough for him.

But she always told her clients that the best way to handle things was to stay in the tube uninterrupted for twelve weeks, and then for four weeks at a time after that.

But things had gotten so good for them! Reed had been in more than one sexual harassment fiasco at his company, and had been with a string of mistresses.

And then, on his fortieth birthday, he'd shown his wife his femdom porn, Reed had, and lucky them! Buttermilk Falls had a small but humming hub of kinksters, and of course, kinky therapists.

So Reed had gotten lucky...different ways of looking at it of course, and perhaps he didn't feel lucky all the time.

But Scurvy, India's husband had had a few complaints, and he'd broken furniture and raised his voice, but now he was meek as a lamb, and India hoped that this would work out for India and Reed as well.

Scurvy had been a secret submissive, and most of the clients India had, including Reed and his wife, had that in common...the man had the desire to be dominated first.

And sometimes wives wouldn't go for it, and marriages split up. Or, they'd weaken and let the guy out of the tube the first time he put up a fuss.

But, despite Natalie being fairly diminutive and Reed so masculine, it seemed as if she was holding the reins here!

She knew how to use a bullwhip and canes and all that sort of thing, and how to give the kind of teasing hand job that made her husband beg and weep before locking him back in his crotch prison.

"One great thing is, Reed used to just wham-bam and go to sleep and now he gives me extensive massages and performs a lot" she pointed towards her crotch and blushed.

India laughed gently, and Reed did as well. Natalie was such an old fashioned girl.

"Now before Reed goes to work-" she rubbed her husband's arm affectionately "if I'm awake he serves me coffee and fruit in bed, and sometimes we do yoga together."

"You see what I told you, Reed?" India said. "You can stay in shape without playing rugby with your so-called buddies."

"Yes." Reed said, shrugging. "My old pals made fun of me when I stopped hanging out, and when I quit smoking and all the other crap, but I don't need them in my life. I'm really happy focusing on my wife...and my Men's Chastity Group at the Paincafe."

This referred to Buttermilk Falls's kink-friendly hotel where the chaste submissives of Buttermilk Falls gathered every Saturday morning.

"And Reed is much more open to paying for my hair care, and my tennis coach, though I've been to bed with him once or twice, and my manicurist and going to the tanning salon. Reed really seems to worship me more."

"I am having a difficult time." Reed confessed, "To Natalie's expanding social life with these other guys."

"But of course you are." India said with a smile. "That's normal, but I think you were a bit of a player in your time right, Reed?"

"Yeah, I guess." Reed said, looking down. "But I hate all the stuff about having to wait on them naked, and all that."

"You don't like the Lipstick Encouragement Plan?" India said, cocking her head.

"That's...it's really difficult, especially when I know the guy in a professional capacity." Reed said, blushing.

"But Reed, "Natalie said, somewhat annoyed, "If I don't make you get gussied up in makeup and a Merry Widow corset, Roscoe will be intimidated and think you're going to take retribution on him, and he is your firm's chauffer."

"And I think Natalie would feel safer if you'd go out with her on the town, in your drag outfit, you know how to walk, we practiced you walking with a book on your head for posture, didn't we?"

India and Natalie laughed together while Reed looked somewhat mortified.

"You're doing well with the promptness schedule?"

Reed had a habit of taking his time getting home, going to throw darts at a bar, or flirting with meter maids or waitresses, which seemed rather useless since he had a tube on his wiener.

But with India's encouragement, Natalie had pointed out that since she was using Reed's Lexus full time, and he was on the subway, she could see online when he should be home.

Fifteen minutes was what she'd figured for him, and Natalie gave Reed's naked bum twelve with a tawse for his first minute late and then one with her bamboo carpet beater for every additional minute.

Often Natalie wasn't at home to monitor Reed's lateness or promptness, so she had an old-fashioned time clock from one of the many construction sites Reed's firm had, and Reed had to punch in.

Five thirty SHARP.

So Reed would be doing a little housework by the time she got in (Fixing her makeup after a motel assignation, sometimes) but Nat would check the punch card, and often it meant Reed had to strip and grab his ankles...

For a time, but now he came home early if he could help it.

And he'd adjusted well to this, but he still argued about all the crossdressing he was forced to do...

India shook her head. "This reduces all that masculine bullshit, Reed" she said wisely. Just like your tube making you sit down on the toilet to pee, like women do."

"Sometimes all the stalls are taken and I wet myself." Reed mumbled.

"Well, if you work hard, you'll be promoted and have your own Executive bathroom, right? You used to have it till you got caught jacking off in there? Well, you'll get to the top, I promise."

India's encouraging words didn't seem to cheer him...

India paused. My husband, Scurvy has been in a chastity tube for nearly thirty years. When we first started, there was all that macho crap that Natalie has to deal with."

India paused. "Scurvy sometimes would throw a fit when I wouldn't take off the tube after I'd promised I would. But it's a woman's prerogative to change her mind, right?"

"Right" Natalie said, chortling. Reed didn't look quite as amused.

"Once, Scurvy gave me a very expensive gift for Christmas, a tennis bracelet. I hadn't let him touch my breasts in some time because of course he was so obsessed with them."

"You do have a great rack, Dr. Trexler." Natalie said.

"Yes, and for a time I'd given Scurvy occasional sucking privileges when he'd done something right, and I guess I'd made him wait a long time. And I hinted that he might get to have half an hour of what we called "nestling."

India laughed lightly. "But I was dating a rather possessive man who didn't want Scurvy touching my boobs. So instead, after I received the tennis bracelet, I gave Scurvy a nice tie from Brooks Brothers for his present, and I am afraid he threw a tantrum."

India chuckled in memory. "But another friend had given me a new whip, a demonic thing, and so right after I'd unwrapped it, I had a use, a splendid use. And of course it wasn't Scurvy's best Christmas..."

Reed found India quite compelling, though she was easily fifteen years his senior. She had one of those beehive hairdos, very dark black hair and looked kind of like the Catwoman from his old Batman comics.

India was incredibly bosomy and had long legs coming out of her short muslin dress, and Reed bet she was a pistol in bed, but wondered if her husband Scurvy ever got his tube off to fuck her.

Looking surreptitiously at his wife, a winsome blonde, Reed realized that he had gotten his wish to be a slave, but he worried that he'd created a monster, that he'd opened Pandora's Box.

Natalie, despite her roamings with other men, didn't really understand why guys needed to fuck all the time, and of course she wouldn't give Reed the key to his tube so he could merely finish himself off.

Reed didn't want to complain too much, especially here in the session. Last week, he'd been bitching and moaning about some aspect of frustration and India had gone to her desk and produced a mousetrap, and had ordered Reed to strip.

India had removed Reed's chastity tube, which fortunately Natalie carried in her purse, and she'd locked the mousetrap's evil little metal spring.

Yes, the thing that killed a rodent by breaking it's damn neck over Reed's glans, which pinched his cock head between the metal and the wood of the trap, as if his dick had been in search of cheese.

Then India had ordered Reed to kneel naked with the thing pinching his dick for the rest of the session.

"This will show you how much more difficult things can be, Reed."

Not only had it hurt, and Reed had been ordered to put his hands on his head...

But this had been during a group session, so a dozen other group therapy clients had watched the whole thing, and a couple of the guys had laughed when Reed began softly sobbing.

And a month before that, on one of his sixty day orgasm dates (and unfortunately in Group and not Couples therapy) Reed had thought Natalie would let him out of the tube for tender lovemaking at home.

But instead, India had decreed that Reed strip in the office and after being unlocked, to jack off into his own mouth, with his legs over his face.

And Natalie had jammed a butt plug in and out of his rectum.

And the group had played "Red Light, Green Light" making Reed stop and start for quite some time before he shot off in his own mouth...

And that evening Natalie had asked Reed if he wanted to quit this and go back to their old relationship...was she being too hard on Reed? Was India?

And Reed, though of course frustrated that he'd been re-locked for another sixty days had said earnestly, "This is tough, but it's what I've always wanted, Mistress Natalie...I'm happier than I've ever been!"

A few weeks later, after he'd been relocked post mousetrap punishment, Natalie had asked again that if, since he'd cried from the pain and humiliation, was he reconsidering...

She'd even told him that she'd take the tube off and give him a blowjob to soothe the pain from the trap...

But Reed had shook his head. "Even though it puts me in tears...I need this so much, but I truly love you, Natalie."

Now, in therapy, he leaned towards India Trexler, the shrink who had changed his and his wife's life, and tried hard to pay attention.

After all, in about a month, he would be orgasming again and if he was VERY GOOD, he might get to do it with a naked wife in the privacy of his own home...