Editor's note: this story contains scenes of gay male sexual content.
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Steve was a powerfully built man, about 5'8," in his early 40's. He was at the gym using a bicep curl machine when a man walked by. Steve, with a sheen of sweat on his face, glanced at him and noticed the "necklace" he was wearing. Except it wasn't a necklace; it was a short length of chain, the kind of chain you might buy at a hardware store, joined with a small padlock. This definitely piqued Steve's interest!
"HI," he said. I'll be done with this machine in a minute if you want it. I'm Steve, by the way."
Alan, wearing the "necklace," was slender, about 5'11," and moved with a graceful ease. When Steve was finished with his set he commented that he hadn't seen Alan at the gym before. Steve wasn't normally this outgoing but he really wanted to engage Alan to learn about his "necklace" and whatever else he could. Alan replied that he was a regular, but that he and his wife usually came at a different time. That day they had changed their routine and come before work instead.
Steve casually mentioned the chain, saying it was an unusual necklace. Alan unconsciously raised a hand to touch it and looked a little uncomfortable as he acknowledged that it was. Steve knew it was rude but felt he had to know, and asked who had the key. Before Alan could respond a woman came up and put her arm around his waist possessively. To Steve's great surprise it was Susan, his supervisor at work!
Susan was a tall, trim woman, somewhat Nordic looking, with beautiful curves who appeared to be in her late 30's. At work she was always very cordial and efficient. Steve enjoyed working with her, but had never actually had a personal conversation with her. As he looked at her now in gym clothes she looked even better than usual! He felt the stirrings of an erection but knew it wasn't going to show, because as usual he was locked into a chastity cage. Then he noticed that Susan was wearing a delicate gold chain with a key hanging on it and began to stare. He didn't mean to, but he just could not stop staring at that key hanging between her breasts. Susan noticed his gaze and began to feel uncomfortable.
"Uh, Steve, you're staring," she said.
Alan, surprised, asked "You know each other?"
"Yes, we're co-workers," replied Susan.
"I'm sorry Susan," Steve said. "It's just that... uh, I couldn't help but notice the key that you're wearing. It... Well it looks similar to one that my wife has."
Her eyes sparkled. "Really?"
Steve looked down, embarrassed. This was happening way too fast.
"No, actually, I'm sure I'm mistaken."
Susan reached over and grabbed his arm. She was strong!
"Steve, tell me about your wife's key." It wasn't a request; it was an order.
As she looked into his eyes Steve surrendered and blurted out that his wife's key was to the lock on his chastity cage, which he was wearing right then. She smiled broadly as her hand casually brushed against his crotch to confirm what he had said.
Steve was shocked and excited by where things had gone in just a few short moments.
"I'd like to meet your wife," Susan said. "What's her name?"
Steve had introduced chastity into his marriage three years prior. His wife, Marie, who had a Mediterranean appearance, hadn't been keen on it at first but over the course of several months had come to appreciate how such a simple device had improved their marriage. Now she was enthusiastic about his being caged and enjoyed talking with him about the characteristics of different devices. They had six in total, and Marie liked picking different ones for Steve to wear on any particular day. It was their secret, of course, but Steve sometimes wondered what it would be like to share that secret with someone else.
That evening Marie was horrified when Steve told her what had happened at the gym.
"No," she said. "I'm not going to meet her. She and I don't have anything to talk about."
Steve replied "Honey, do you remember how opposed you were to chastity at first? And see how you've changed your mind? I think this is a similar situation."
Marie hesitated, then agreed. "OK, you can invite them over for drinks."
The next Saturday afternoon at 3 PM Alan and Susan rang their doorbell. They chatted over wine and cheese until Marie asked Susan if she could talk to her in the kitchen. Once the kitchen door was closed Marie said that Steve had told her about their encounter at the gym and that her private life with Steve was just that... private. Susan smiled and agreed that was not a problem but she would still like to talk about her life with Alan, if that was OK. And that she would like that conversation to take place with the guys, if that was also OK. Marie took a deep breath and agreed.
Back in the living room Alan and Steve were chatting about the football season when Susan and Marie returned. Susan told Alan that they were going to talk about themselves now and that most likely Steve and Marie would only listen. Alan's demeanor changed drastically as he listened to Susan; he seemed ... obedient.
"We've been married for ten years," Susan began. "It's always been important to me to be in charge, and Alan doesn't mind. In fact he seems to prefer me making the decisions and telling him what to do. I'm always nice about it, never mean. Well, usually not mean. Sometimes Alan gets a contrary idea in his head and I have to discipline him to bring him back in line."
"What kind of ideas?" Marie asked, intrigued.
"Well, for example, he might not want to do the yardwork. Or he might say that he will do it but then it doesn't get done. In that case I might spank him a little."
Marie was shocked. "Spank him?"
"Well sure, don't you sometimes use domestic discipline on Steve?"
"No, I don't," replied Marie. Her mind was a blur of confusion.
Susan continued, "When I say spank him you have to understand that there are different kinds of spanking. Mine hurt, I'm sure, but I know that Alan appreciates how much I care about him. I know that he wants to please me, so the spankings are motivational. When I spank him he understands that I want him to improve his behavior and that I care enough about him to go to the trouble to spank him."
"Couldn't you just tell him?" Marie asked.
"I'm sure I could but spanking is so much more immediate and difficult to forget!" "Also," Susan said with a smile, "I happen to like spanking him. I like having him over my knee and being in control!"
As Susan was talking Alan was looking carefully at Steve and Marie. He wanted to see how they would react, with shock or with interest. He saw interest on Steve's face but wasn't quite sure how to interpret Marie.
Marie had heard about all she could take in at one time. She offered her guests more wine and cheese. Susan understood that Marie felt overwhelmed and thanked her for her hospitality, but said it really was time to go.
After their guests left Steve and Marie turned to each other.
