Benny Price rolled around on the bed with his beautiful new wife, Nora. They were necking like teenagers, which was nice, and he was feeling her up but over her snug brown tank-top, and around her denim miniskirt.
This was nice, but a little ridiculous for four months of marriage. This was what you did on the second date, usually, in Benny's experience. Benny's cock swelled, and felt somewhat free, as it wasn't in that nasty chastity device.
Nora was an expert necker, and Benny kept hoping they'd get to the point where he could find out whether she was enjoyable at real, adult lovemaking. But it had been eighteen months they'd been together, and he'd never gotten to put his thingie in her thingie.
Benny was naked, in contrast to Nora's clothed body, and he felt a little embarrassed at this. But things were a little weird in their household. Recently he had gone through quite a time when he discovered he wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom inside the house anymore.
Certainly Benny was quite excited about his first chance to be a male submissive in a real female dominated relationship. Being under the control of Nora, who was a hot babe if there ever was one, turned him on like no one's business!
But this was getting a little ridiculous, banning pissing privileges. At first Nora had just had all the bathroom doors in the house—in the house Benny had allowed her to move into, BENNY'S house—locked, and he had to beg her for the key.
Sometimes she'd hide the key and while he was hopping around from a desperate need to urinate, she'd say "Warmer" and "Colder" to hint to him where the fucking key was. "It's all about mind over matter, Benjamin" Nora would say as he begged her, telling her that he was going to explode!
Then Nora decided that Benny should go outside in the yard to pee and shit. She was angry because he'd given his poodle to the Buttermilk Falls Animal Shelter when it was too much trouble to walk it anymore, and then, before the dog-loving Nora could rescue little Snickers, who she was quite fond of, he'd been adopted by someone else!
"Think, Benjamin...the reason it was too much trouble to walk that SWEET dog was because of your addiction to cocaine, prostitutes and laziness...and that's pathetic." Now she apparently was going to make Benny pay for the times he'd whipped Snickers when Snickers had peed all over the floor because Benny had been too coked-out to get home in time!
Going outside was a bit embarrassing in the warmer months, and he had to hide behind a bush so old Mrs. Lazenby from across the street didn't ask why he was peeing or shitting in his back yard...but then winter came.
Benny remembered arguing on a cold night, when he was reading with Nora in front of a burning fire that HE'D BUILT FOR HER, DAMMIT, suddenly he had to pee. Nora had actually left the john door unlocked from when she'd gone to pee, but she shook her head as he tiptoed towards the door, and she pointed a long red nail to the outdoors.
And then when he reluctantly went out, she said "Take off your clothes, Benjamin. I've decided that since poor Snickers had to go outside naked, why shouldn't you?"
And she'd forbidden him to take a roll of toilet paper out with him when he had to go out again to shit...she handed him an old Buttermilk Chronicle to wipe his ass with!
Being out in the snow, taking a shit, and feeling his ankles freeze over was really bad, and then he had to hide behind the bush for five minutes while some goddamned Christmas carolers had to sing "Silent Night" in front of the damn house.
Then, the sadistic bitch Nora offered them all hot cider and asked them to sing "Jingle Bells" and "The Little Drummer Boy!"
By the time Benny got inside, he felt as if he had pneumonia. Could it have gotten worse? But indeed, it did! Benny came home from work one day and found F.X. Copeland, the weird little guy who built kinky stuff over at the PainCafe's Dungeonopolis Gift Shop.
"I'm having you re-fitted for a chastity device that doesn't permit urination unless I unlock the tip. This will be so good for your self-control issues, Benjamin."
Yes, Nora was a whale on self-control. She'd already teased poor Benny's cock and then whipped it down, outlawing the erections that she made happen again and again with her sexy body and teasing fingers!
But now he would have to control his bladder as well? Now Benny had to drive home every day for lunch so Nora could unlock him to pee. Several times, she was in his bedroom with some guy, and he had to bang on the door until she came out, naked, and undid the nasty little tip to his new chastity belt.
"Now while you're here for lunch, Benny, you can lick the semen out of my quim, and give Roscoe here a blowjob so he can get excited and fuck me again!" Great.
Benny really had to cut down on his drinking of everything—coffee, iced tea, beer, Cokes, screwdrivers, martinis—and now he had to ration himself to three glasses of water a day!
This was remarkable. Benny had actually gone through rehab for alcohol addiction several times, and never could cut down, and now he was quite controlled. It was remarkable!
It had been difficult enough to adjust to being in chastity God knows. Benny had had to give up his habitual masturbation when being locked up for the first time, and of course being around a curvy ash blonde like Nora, who was rubbing her big boobs against him all the time just drove him mad...
Horny constantly, and now of course Nora was forbidding him to pee without permission! And when they were home, Nora felt that Benny shouldn't pester her too much for the urination key.
"I've seen how you treated your poodle, Benny, you made him hold it, and only took him out five or six times a day" she said acidly. "You can learn to hold it, and have a strong bladder, too!"
But Nora wanted Benny to go out twice a day—seven in the morning and seven at night, and he had really not adjusted to this plan at all. He would beg Nora, his kidneys killing him, for a key, and she'd ignore him, reading her Elle magazine, and then finally, in irritation, she'd give him the key.
"But when you come back inside, I'm going to mark you up a bit with the cane, just so you understand that you're getting on my freaking nerves!"