This is a continuation of the story series 'Is Something The Matter' which was published in the 'Fetish' Category in Dec 2020/Jan 2021. It takes place contemporarily, so I'm going to do maybe 3 or 4 parts to start. You don't need to read the preceding story series, but if you do you'll get a good idea how Amie and Steve got to this point.
The sex depicted here depicts chastity play, pegging, strap-on, forced-femme, femdom, and CBT. If you're not comfortable with that or don't like female led relationships, please read elsewhere. All of the sex depicted is consensual, and I've even included a scene in one of the chapters where one of the characters uses the safe word. If you do play with any of these types of BDSM or power play scenarios, please play safe, sane, sober, and consensual.
I'm hoping that this will wrap-up the Amie/Steve storyline, and I'm looking for ideas for a new storyline, so I'm open to suggestions.
Thanks to all for comments and suggestions.
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The New Normal.
"The New Normal." Amie was sitting on a WebEx with colleagues listening to the HR manager of her law firm talk about "The New Normal". She swore to herself, that if she heard that phrase one more time from someone talking about living during this pandemic, she was going to jump out a window.
Amie then caught herself fingering the keys on the necklace around her neck - the key to her husband's chastity device. That little metal contraption that encased his cock and balls and assured that he wasn't going to be allowed any release without her say-so. I suppose that's our "new normal" she thought to herself. Then she cursed that confounded phrase and took a deep breath.
Amie and Steve had started playing with chastity about a year ago. At first it was just casual, as Steve had initiated it and tried to make it part of their life. Back in the days when they'd go out for dinner or drinks with friends, Steve would lock-up and give Amie the key. After March 2020, when the world shut down, Amie and Steve were both forced to work from home. It was in that time, that they began to explore an entirely different type of chastity - and that led to a whole different side of their relationship. Amie was now firmly ensconced as the lead role in a 'female led relationship', and Steve was her willing sub. Over the past year, they had explored all aspects of a BDSM relationship, from cock and ball torture (CBT), to long-term orgasm denial as well as into using a strap-on (first to replace Steve's ability to penetrate Amie, and then later to Amie using it on Steve, and introducing him to what it was like to be on the receiving end of a large cock.
Amie chuckled to herself. She knew a lot of their contemporaries would boast of having two luxury cars in their garage, but how many of them had 'his and hers' strap-on devices? How many of the husbands were sitting under their wife's desks at this very moment, servicing their wives. Probably not many.
She adjusted a bit in her seat, pushing Steve's head back to take a break from his oral attentions. Amie adjusted her skirt and then pushed her chair back and silently motioned for Steve to leave the room without coming into range of her camera. Theoretically, she could shut her camera down for a minute, but they both enjoyed the illicit nature of what had become a mid-day ritual for Steve to grab a "late lunch" under Amie's home office desk. They couldn't do it every day, but it was enough of a ritual that Amie generally wore a skirt each day, even though she was working virtually.
As Steve crawled out of the room, he dropped into an army crawl the closer he got to the door. He didn't want to take any chances on her work colleagues seeing a strange man crawling through the background of her office.
Steve stopped by the hallway bathroom and then returned to his office and logged on to his system to get some work done for his clients. He had found himself wandering throughout the day as of late - his attention waning as they now entered their 10th month of remote working. As a result, Steve's productivity had taken a commensurate dive. Amie's solution was a simple one - and as Steve sat down, he opened the fly of his pants and attached a chain mounted to the bottom of his desk to a bar in his chastity cage and closed the lock with a click. He was now literally chained to his desk until such time that Amie unlocked him. He had a key in his desk drawer sealed in an envelope for those "just in case" times, but other than that, Steve was locked in to his work until the end of the work day.
Around 5:30, he felt Amie tap his shoulder. She gentle massaged his shoulders and then leaned over to whisper in his ear "Hey lover. How goes the world of 'Securing Your Clients Future' "she joked. Steve as a financial advisor and he lived and breathed the world of investment and insurance - something that Amie both admired, and used as a source to gently tease him.
Totally missing the joke, Steve responded with a breakdown of the movement in the market that day related to convertible bonds. He went on for a few minutes until he realized Amie was just humoring him, and went silent.
"Oh my God, convertible bonds are so hot. You think any of the other convertible bond portfolio managers are going to have their balls tortured by their wives tonight? Or is it just you?" Amie prodded.
Steve shifted uncomfortably. He'd been locked in the chastity device virtually 24/7 since Amie clicked the locks on him on Christmas Eve. He felt Amie run her hands down his chest, and lightly tug on the chain that attached his cage to the desk. She tugged lightly, and then increased the pressure, almost causing Steve to lift off his chair. "Tonight's a big night. After you unlock, go clean-up, and I'll set up the basement" so we're ready.