Three weeks had passed since Katrina and I got married.
Our honeymoon went quick but we made the most of it. Everyday Katrina had me out of the chastity belt and made love with me, sometimes more. Although I wouldn't say it wasn't enjoyable to me, I just never had the opportunity to interact. The only time I could interact and pleasure her with at least my hands was when I was back in my chastity belt.
Katrina enjoyed herself using different toys and things on me, she found these restraints that when strapped to my arms and legs prevented me from bending them. Walking was difficult, sitting was difficult, eating was difficult, everything was difficult but Katrina loved every second of it.
Another day I had to dig a hole on in the sand on the beach, just above the high tide mark. Then I had to lie down in it face up, Katrina forced a tube in my mouth and then completely covered me up. Periodically she dripped some water down the tube, or block it off for a minute or so, they key is not to panic. She left me there all day until sunset.
It would have been nice to have a few days alone at home before we went back to work, but the next day after coming home from the honeymoon we were back at work.
Everyone crowded us for the first hour wanting to know how it all went, what happened and where are the pictures. We lied on the exact details. Amanda and Lauren stayed at their desks and continued their work. They were angry and humiliated, if filled the room like a foul smell. Only Katrina and I were aware of it. Sandra knew all the details but for the benefit of the others she pretended to be excited as well.
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19th of April 2004.
Katrina and I had gotten up a little earlier than usual this morning and we headed straight down to the dungeon. I was hoping to be released from the chastity belt since I hadn't been out since the honeymoon but Katrina was interested in using the strap-on on me and giving me a light to medium flogging. Once she was done she secured a large butt plug in me with the rear shield and then attached thigh bands with a short chain. We then went upstairs to get ready for work and then breakfast.
"Don't look at me like that." Katrina said smiling before taking a bite of toast.
"Like what?" I stared back.
"Like you want to jump me and stick your tongue down my throat."
"Oh sorry. I can't help it." I forced the look even more.
The colour drained from Katrina's face, she covered her mouth with her hand and ran over to the sink and vomited up what she had just eaten. Once confident she had experienced all her breakfast for the second time that morning she washed her mouth out and the sink and returned to the table.
"You should see a doctor." I said.
"It's just a stomach bug. I'll be okay."
"You said that two days ago. Just go, please, for me."
"She'll just say get some rest and it pass." Katrina said having some more to drink.
"I don't think you are sick Katrina."
Katrina looked up at me. "Don't even think that Steven. It's not funny."
"Did you have your last period?" I said bluntly.
"Don't ask me that Steven, you know it's never regular anyway and work has been stressful since we got back."
"Okay then, on our honeymoon, did we use contraception? I never wore a condom and I don't know you to ever have used the pill or anything else."
Katrina put her hand on her stomach, something told her in the back of her mind that I was right and she was pregnant. She stared blankly into the distance for a bit.
"I'll drop you off at work and then I'll see my doctor." She said nervously.
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Most of the morning at work I sat at my desk doing very little else but watch the doors to the elevator waiting for Katrina to come. It was late morning when she finally did come to work; she walked so fast she almost broke into a full jog, she ignored everyone including me and went straight into her office and closed the door.
I got up from my chair and knocked on her door. "Katrina, are you ok?"
There was no answer, so I knocked again. "Katrina."
"Go away." She cried and after a small pause she said. "I'll speak to you later."
A little while later Lauren came over to my desk.
"Steven, I need to speak to Katrina." Lauren said with an arm full of papers.
"She isn't speaking to anyone today?"
"But I need to speak to her now."
"You're a big girl, I'm sure you can handle it."
"What's wrong with her?" Lauren asked realising she isn't going to get anywhere with me.
"Nothing is wrong." I said not exactly lying.
Lauren walked away annoyed and frustrated.
I was getting annoyed and frustrated with the situation myself; I really wanted to speak to Katrina to know what was going on. I ruffled through the things in the junk draw of my desk until I found the key to her office. Don't ask me why I had the key, I just did and this was the first time that I had to use it.
Katrina didn't notice me come in, she was curled up on the lounge, crying and on the phone.
"Katrina?" I said softly closing the door behind me.
"What?" She said angrily. "Don't worry, its Steven." She said into the phone.
"Are you okay?"
"Do I look okay?" She yelled.
I went over and sat next to Katrina and put my arm around her. She sat up off the lounge and buried her face in my shoulder.
"Natasha, I'll call you back later, Love you, bye." Katrina hung up the phone and put it down on the table. "I'm pregnant Steven." She said crying a little harder.
"I know." I replied.
"What am I going to do Steven? I never planned to have a child." I could feel Katrina's tears go through my clothes.
"I don't think we planned not too Katrina but it will be okay, I promise."
"I can't be a mother; I wouldn't know the first thing." Katrina lifted her head and looked up at me.
"And I wouldn't know the first thing about being a father but hey I'm willing to give it a go."
"So you want the baby?"
"Sure, even though I'll be out ranked by someone who can't even feed or clean themselves." I joked lightly.
Katrina smiled and hugged me a little harder. "You would be a great father."
"You would be a great mother, look what you have done with me." I tried to give Katrina some confidence.
Katrina sighed. "Continue to hold all my calls; I need to be left alone to think for a while." She gave me a small kiss before I got up to leave.
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15th of May 2004.
Play time in the dungeon had slowed down considerably, Katrina was no longer as physical as she used to be and now she was overly cautious in everything she did. No longer did she use a strap on or tight leather corsets, because her breasts were now swollen and sensitive she preferred to be topless at every opportunity.
I was chained to the floor, Katrina found the largest vibrator she could find and slid it up my butt as far as it would go and she turned it on high.
She lowered herself on my face and gave one command. "Lick"
I did my best in bringing Katrina to orgasm but no matter what I tried Katrina just got angrier and angrier. She sat down hard on my face for a minute and squeezed my nipples so hard I thought she was going to rip them off.
"Stupid pathetic good for nothing slave." Katrina said getting up off me. "Utterly hopeless." She slammed the door behind her.
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For another half an hour I laid there with the vibrator buzzing away inside me, she had to use the one that plugs into the mains power.
Katrina returned to the room, dressed up. She knelt down beside me and gave me a kiss on the lips.
"Calmed down now?" I asked smiling.
"I'm sorry for being moody but its fifty percent your fault anyway." She kissed me again.
