How Jocelyn’s Parents Met Married

Sorry for the long delay in producing another chapter. Life gets in the way. This picks up right where Part 8 leave off. Chastity. Gwen and Henry enjoy some intense femdom sex. Gwen leaves for her business trip and Henry has the fateful encounter with the PTA mother, Kira. If you don't like female domination--or require runway model physical characteristics on the women in these stories, best to just move on. The next part will jump to Jocelyn's 18th birthday and bring us full circle from the Officer Jocelyn story.

The Next Morning

Gwen and Henry woke to the sound, as they often did on the weekends, of the girls leaving their room and running loudly downstairs to watch some TV. Both parents fondly remembered Saturday morning cartoons in their youth and did not mind indulging the girls in something similar now.

However, he was acutely aware how not completely comfortable he felt in his groin and then remembered the chastity device. It felt full, engorged by his cock's attempt at morning wood but restricted from doing so. He didn't like it but he didn't hate it either. He went to the bathroom and with some difficulty relieved himself, which had the salutary effect of reducing his body's attempt to have a morning erection.

Well, if Gwen is trying to prevent me from having an erection, mission accomplished, he thought. While he and Gwen had slept naked after a night of leather sex, he needed clothes on before he went down. He also looked about the room--leather gear, clothes, restraints were strewn about it. Should he go down or clean this up first--it was his job to pick up the house after all. He was the chore master.

As if reading his mind with her eyes still closed, Gwen simply said, "leave it. I'll pick up. You go get breakfast and coffee started."

The boss had spoken. He didn't need to be told twice. He slipped on loose-fitting pajamas and a bathrobe and headed for the door. As he closed it behind him, he saw Gwen making the first movements to getting up.

Downstairs, the girls had already planted themselves in front of the tv. He smiled at them. He and Gwen had produced beautiful children, one blonde, one brunette, larger than average for their age. Looks like they are taking after their mother, he thought. He then smiled a wry smile, thinking, if so, I hope the boys they date one day can handle them. He then laughed to himself again. That's dumb, if they are like their mother, the boys will either submit or be discarded! He then put such a long, far away future out of his mind.

"Breakfast time! What do you girls want?"

"Pancakes!"

"French toast!"

"Well, which is it? You can't have both."

As the girls argued a bit, Henry thought Gwen prefers French toast, as does Jocelyn. At about that moment, Heather gave way to her stronger willed, younger, and perhaps more spoiled sister.

"Fine, French toast."

Henry got to work. About 15 minutes later, with breakfast almost ready, Gwen showed up in her robe.

"It's all done; you owe me."

"Always a true statement," and stretched up to kiss his wife on the check. As he did so, she reached down--out of sight of the children because they were behind a counter--and grabbed Henry's crotch to check on and feel his caged cock. She smiled broadly when she felt the hard plastic resistance and not the usual bundle of flesh she usually felt when did this (which was quite often, Gwen liked to check on her property regularly).

Henry jolted a second in discomfort--the device was still very new to him--and was chagrined to feel an uncomfortable tightness forming as his cock couldn't help but harden a little at Gwen's presence and attention. She showed just enough cleavage at the top of her robe to tantalize Henry but not put on an inappropriate show for her daughters. She felt it appropriate to model correct behavior around them.

Henry poured Gwen some coffee and served the women in his house their breakfast before making his own.

As everyone ate, the girls chattered, peppering their parents with all sorts of comments, ideas, thoughts, and questions that are typical of young children whose minds are racing after a full night's sleep.

Perhaps to deflect or merely steer the discussion, Henry asked, "so what should we do today? Mom is going away next weekend for two weeks on a trip--"

"Awwww!" -- the girls chorused--

"So, we should do something fun today."

"Zoo! Zoo! Zoo! Zoo!" came the predictable chant from his daughters. "Can we, mom, please, please, please?" They knew mom was the decider on this sort of stuff and they didn't even put the question to dad.

"Are you up for that?" Gwen asked her husband.

Henry knew what Gwen meant was could he go walking around a zoo with a chastity device on?

"Uh, sure, let's give it a go."

After everyone had eaten, cleaned up, and gotten dressed, they all trundled up and into Gwen's large SUV. Gwen drove, of course, and they all enjoyed the day together.

It wasn't always great for Henry and his chastity cage, but he managed okay. When the evening rolled around he sorta hoped Gwen would take it off to sleep. Sex wasn't on the agenda that night, because of the previous evening, although after the girls went to bed the happy couple did settle down in the bedroom to watch some tv and Henry would brush Gwen's hair a hundred times and, today, he would be painting her toenails. These were regular jobs for him and he enjoyed them.

Even if he did not, he was the submissive male in this relationship, Gwen was his wife, his dominant mistress, his Goddess and his number one job in the house was taking care of her (and their girls, of course). He did whatever she wanted, and Gwen always wanted Henry involved in her personal grooming whenever possible. In her mind, it reinforced the nature of their relationship and often proved an erotic foreplay for more serious lovemaking. Even though that wasn't happening tonight, but Henry couldn't help but feel his cock harden within its prison as he worked on Gwen's feet.

He long had come to love his wife's size 11 feet. He kept them beautiful and pristine with nearly nightly foot spa activities: removing dead skin, applying lotion, and, tonight, nail polish. If sex were happening, he would have skipped the lotion for a while and under Gwen's orders worshipped her feet with his mouth for half an hour as well as massaging them. The massage occurred as part of the lotion, painting came next.

Once that job was done, he and Gwen watched tv.

"Uh, dear," he started, "do you think we could remove the chastity device for the night, just to give me a break."

Gwen contemplated this and decided to agree. "All right, it probably makes sense to ease into this a bit." She took off the key, which was attached by a gold chain around her neck and removed his genital confinement. "But, it must go back on in the morning, we need to get you adjusted for when I will be away full time."

"Yes, Mistress!" was Henry's relieved response.

That is how the week went. Chastity on during the day and off at night. Gwen didn't mind. Henry's cock was under her complete control at night anyway.

When Friday night rolled around and Gwen was leaving the next day, she planned to have sex with her slave-husband--since it would be two weeks before it could happen again. Henry had already done most of her packing and after she finished adding what she needed while Henry read to and put the girls to bed, she pulled out the accoutrements of the evening: bondage gear, her long riding crop, Henry's collar and leash, and proceeded to get dressed in her dominatrix outfit.

It was going to one of those kinds of nights and Henry was going to be in for a bit of a rough ride. Gwen could feel her sadistic urges commanding her thoughts more than average for a night of lovemaking as well as a desire to impress upon on her slave-husband that he needed to be on good behavior while she was away or there will be hell to pay. She was going to give him a reminder taste of that tonight. After all, one of their favorite games was to push things until he begged for mercy--and she loved loved loved hearing him beg for mercy!

By the time Henry was done with girls, they were falling asleep as he turned the lights out. He headed down the hall to the mistress bedroom (master bedroom seemed so inaccurate) and went inside and closed and locked the door behind him. Gwen emerged from the large walk-in closet all ready for him. Despite years and years of marriage, the intensity of his love for Gwen and his never-ending hunger to be dominated by her never failed to make his mouth go dry and his knees go weak at the sight of his dominatrix wife!

Gwen was magnificent! In her black thigh-high boots with 3-inch heels, black leather corset (Henry so loved seeing his dominant wife in black leather) that tightened her belly up but left her melon-sized breasts and black-haired pubic region ready for action. Those breasts sported large and protruding nipples, large dark areolas, reflecting the sexual excitement at what was about to come. Her pussy already seemed to glisten with that same sexual thrill. She wielded the crop in her hand and carried his collar and leash in the other. She also had a couple of other toys on standby that she wanted to use tonight.

Henry's cock enlarged very uncomfortably in its confinement.

"Come over to me and strip!" she commanded. Henry did as he was told, unveiling his much smaller, thinner body. Standing in front of her when he was done, he had to look up considerably to meet his wife-mistress's gaze. She smiled lasciviously, even a little evilly at him. Henry was always turned on by the size and strength advantages Gwen had over him. She could easily wrestle his wimpy body to the ground, administer whatever punishment she saw fit--indeed physically enforce whatever she wanted to do to him. Which was often the case, although not tonight. She could literally rape him, if she wanted to, and while she was never do such a thing to her beloved husband for real, neither partner had been adverse to roleplaying the idea from time to time. That wasn't the plan today, though.

Gwen stared at her husband's eyes with a fierceness that he loved and excited him. She walked around him, inspecting him from head to toe and took considerable satisfaction that Henry's cock had indeed enlarged inside its plastic prison and looked uncomfortable. She decided to run with that and leave the cage on for a while. She would be taking it off, for sure, but not before she had some fun and full-throated domination first!

Henry, for his part, expectantly waited for Gwen to take off the chastity cage so the night activities could begin in earnest. He was a bit surprised and disappointed that she didn't. Looking at his questioning eyes and facial disappointment when she make no move to remove the key from her neck, she told him, "don't worry my slave-husband, it will be coming off, but not quite yet."

With that, she put Henry's collar on and attached the leash. She then pulled on the leash downward, indicating he should get on his knees. Once he was down, she sat on one of the two chairs in the large bedroom and, using her right boot, pushed Henry's head to her left boot.

"Worship it!" she commanded. "I expect my foot to feel your tongue pressing on my boot from the outside!" Henry commenced on this tasked immediately, and spent considerable time working on the boot before her legs reversed positions and he had to do the other. Once satisfied with this activity, she ordered Henry to stop. She bent over, with him still in that prone position, and rubbed and caressed his back and buttocks for a bit before then picking up her long riding crop and began to discipline--even punish--her husband, not for any infraction, but because she enjoyed taking out her sadistic urges on him and his submissive masochistic nature enjoyed receiving them. This was well trod ground for the long married couple and as routine as it was in their marriage, it never failed to excite them both.

It is also hurt, at least for Henry. That was the point, of course. But just the same, as Gwen started to bring the crop down, gently initially, it almost tickled. But she systematically increased the strength of her blows, which were slow at first, and then the frequency. After more than 10 minutes of this, Henry started to notice that the blows were no longer quite as gentle and begin to bite. Ten more minutes later and Gwen's strikes were causing Henry to groan. Ten more minutes after that his buttocks was a scarlet red and his back smiled with red strips inflicted on him by his wife-mistress. He was whimpering now.

Almost there, Gwen thought, her groin fully wet and nearly dripping with sadistic sexual excitement.

"Please, please Mistress, have mercy on me, I beg you! Please!"

And there it was! Gwen loved to hear Henry beg and plead for mercy! It was a real begging, too. He may be a masochist, but that didn't mean his pain tolerance, while having grown considerably in their marriage, was unlimited.

"No! Not yet!" And she rained down five more good ones before relenting--just to reinforce again who was in charge here.

When the pain stopped, Henry dutifully did what Gwen had long ago trained him to do, which was profusely thank her for her benevolence, generosity, and mercy. Gwen smiled from ear to ear when Henry reached his point, pulling him up to her, embracing him with her long strong arms and passionately kissing him over and over and over again.

Almost every time they made love, whether gentle or cruel, she had never imagined all those years ago that she would find a man she loved so much and who loved her so very much in return, exactly the way she was. Her height had made her a domineering personality in her youth, but the submissive love of her husband allowed her--almost gave permission for her--to blossom into the magnificent dominant woman she was today.

She then pushed Henry down onto the bed and quickly climbed on his face, smothering him--completely enveloping him--as she rode his face to a gripping orgasm, covering him in her slick wetness. If their children had seen them, there was no evidence that Henry even had a head, so devoured it was underneath Gwen's ample bottom. When her pleasure waves had subsided, she turned around and pulled the key from her neck and released her husband from his sexual prison. It took but a few seconds for Henry's cock to engorge itself into a full erection. As much as she wanted to, she did not immediately proceed to fucking him.

Instead, Gwen teased and tormented the highly excited man she loved so much! She turned back around and slide her buttocks onto his groin such that his hard large erection stood up straight along her butt crack. She toyed with it, using her hands and butt. Sometimes slapping it if it seemed too close to eruption, other times stimulating it, keeping Henry just on the edge of orgasm. There was little he could do--or wanted to do--to stop his wife from having her way with him. She was far larger, stronger, and more powerful than he was. She sat her full body weight on him immobilizing him, clamping his arms to his sides with her large, powerful legs.

As she sensed Henry's edge, she bent over to ravish him with kisses and more, penetrating his mouth with her aggressive tongue for so long he lost track of time. She then moved up slightly to bring her large breasts--each one seemingly the size of Henry's head--to his face. She alternated having him suck her breasts over and over with slapping his head with them.

And then in one fluid movement, lifted herself up and impaled herself on her husband's cock and bent over to trap his face and head between her breasts, smothering him again, cutting off his air. She didn't move at first, savoring the feeling of Henry inside her, relishing her complete physical control--Henry could do nothing to control the tempo of their lovemaking. She then slowly began to ride on his cock, so slowly, so carefully so as to not break the seal of her breasts to his face--or at least not break it for very long or very often.

Henry didn't last long. The chastity cage, the overwhelming lust he felt for his wife's body, his adoration of her dominant personality, and the excellent fit he and Gwen still enjoyed after years of marriage and two children resulted in a top-notch, pulsating eruption where the bucking of his arched back actually pushed his wife into the air a but despite her size and weight advantage over him. It impressed her! Gwen continued to ride Henry and managed to grind out one more for herself before he fully deflated--gone were the days of their relative youth where Henry could maintain a hard cock for two orgasms in a row when in his Gwen's absolute control.

It was several days later, with Gwen already departed and the chastity cage firmly secured on Henry's cock, that he went to the next PTA meeting. When he arrived, he saw Kira, a mother who was a bit too flirty and friendly with Henry in these meetings. she was short, blond, shapely, with pert breasts, and tight ass. He always got the distinct impression she was trying to seduce him.

Little did Henry realize. Kira's husband was much older and less interested in sex than she was. He had effectively given her permission to have the occasional affair. Kira, for her part, found Henry's kind, gentle demeanor appealing and she took it as a personal challenge to bed him, thinking her small, tight, sexy body would entice Henry to stray from his cow of a wife. (She wasn't the kindest person.) She became especially determined to do this, just to mark Henry as a conquest, after seeing Gwen at the Christmas pageant. This will be easy, she thought at the time, not appreciating how Henry adored his Amazonian wife's body, which while large, was covered in the long, female curves that he loved to drown in.

Kira had no appeal for Henry. She wasn't Gwen. She didn't have the magnificent body and look at the Gwen had. she certainly didn't have Gwen's brains. There was no way she could dominate him like Gwen does. She just didn't have the necessary physical attributes or Gwen's imperial demeanor that she could turn on at will!

The lack of knowledge on Kira's part about those facts emboldened her to try and try to seduce Henry or at least get his sexual interest perked. Who woukdn't want this, she thought, as she looked in the mirror naked that morning? She touched him constantly, brushed her firm breasts against him whenever she could. But it wasn't until after the PTA meeting when Henry found himself in the parking lot alone with Kira that she tried harder. She was convinced she had made progress that day--how could she not have? She was sexy and irresistible and far more attractive than his wife, who, apparently was away on a business trip.

As they approached their cars, which were relatively close to each other, Kira turned her chatting conversation toward a more sexual theme.

"You're an attractive man, Henry! Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Well, sure, Gwen says it all the time."

Kira kicked herself for falling into that one. "Uh, well, sure, but I meant others, you know, other women. I find you exceedingly attractive and, you know, have you ever thought about what the mice might do when the cat's away?" She looked at him seductively, and started stroking his arms. This made him extremely uncomfortable but he continued to be polite.

"Well, I am not sure I know what you mean."

"Oh, for God's sake Henry, you sure can be obtuse!" With that she grabbed him and kissed, startling him. "I can be very good at giving you a good time," she said and then attempted to grab at his crotch, thinking she could excite his cock. But, she was shocked and taken aback to find not a relatively soft piece of human flesh but a hard object, not of his body, in her way.