Becoming Hers
Part 6
The conclusion of the story.
Chapter 27
Things were going well between us. A few months passed and I wonder if we had gotten our threesome out of our system, if not out of our heads. I thought about the experience often, usually at inopportune moments, like when meeting with clients. It was distracting but it did make me feel more passionate and alive, which Sally liked.
We hardly spoke about it after that morning so I was surprised when Sally brought it up one evening.
"I was thinking, but I don't want you to laugh." I laughed.
"The last time you said that we ended up in a threesome and made me very jealous."
"Yes, well it's not exactly like that."
"Ok," I said cautiously, "I won't laugh."
"I was thinking a lot about what he said about 'owning' you. What did he really mean? So I started searching and I think I figured it out."
I was certainly curious. I didn't say anything.
"There are a lot of sites that talk about this. It's related to the whole hotwife thing."
"Ok."
"It involves you wearing a device."
I wasn't following.
"What do you mean? What kind of device? Where?"
"Actually, it's a chastity device."
I coughed in surprise.
"Ummm... what does it look like?"
"There are different models, but the basic is like a wire cage that snaps around your penis. It has a key to open it. There is space to clean it and to use the bathroom but the purpose of it so that you can't get erect."
"Why would I want that? That sounds awful. What happens if I get an erection?"
"You can't really. The cage blocks it and it begins to hurt until it goes down. I get your feeling. According to the sites I read, it focuses male passion. It makes you think of me more and wanting to please me so that I unlock you."
"Is this something that you want to do?"
"Not if you don't. But the idea of 'owning' you, of being in control, excites me. I don't exactly know what it would feel like but I imagine that it would make you want me more and I like that idea. I thought you might be turned on by the idea as well."
I was, possibly. I was certainly intrigued. The physical part of it was less appealing to me than what it could do to me psychologically. I thought about suggesting that she where a device instead (do they even make those anymore?) but I realized that psychologically it would probably be different for both of us.
"I'm thinking about it. I do see your point. Can you show me a picture?"
"Better."
She go up and went into her closet. She emerged with a box that had already been opened. She handed it to me.
I opened the box and there it was. A wire cage in the shape of a limp dick. It was difficult to figure out how it actually worked. From what I could make out, my balls would go through a thick ring with a tab that fits into the cage itself. When on, the cage is then attached to the ring with a small padlock. It was a relief for me to see that in case of emergency, or if the key was lost, the padlock could easily be cut. I played with it for a few minutes, again. I looked at Sally who seemed afraid that I would be angry or laugh at her. I wanted her to feel good and, more importantly, sexually confident.
"Ok," I said. "I'll do it."
She was both relieved and excited.
"We'll just try it for a couple of weeks. See how it goes. That's so exciting, Steven. I love you so much!"
We had great sex that night and slept deeply.
When I woke up, Sally was already out of bed. I could smell the coffee brewing and pancakes cooking -- she had decided to make a big breakfast, which she rarely does. And only after these things registered did I realize that I was now wearing the cage, the ring snug and padlock in place. She must have slipped it on before she got out of bed. I got up to go figure out how to pee in this contraption.
Chapter 28
I threw on some shorts and spent a while making sure that the cage wasn't visible or obvious. Once I was reasonably certain -- after all, how would I explain something like that to my kids? -- I emerged. The kids were already at the table. Sally had squeezed some fresh orange juice and put a glass at my place along with a steaming cup of freshly-made coffee. I smelled pancakes and bacon. It had been a long time since she made a breakfast like this.
The kids were telling me about the dinosaur show that they had been watching when I saw Sally coming to the table with pancakes. I was taken aback. She was wearing a tight plaid shirt knotted below her breasts, showing her navel on the bottom and an ample amount of cleavage on the top. I don't think she was wearing a bra. She also had short jean shorts. You could see the bottom of her ass cheeks. Her legs were still long, sleek, and spotless. She leaned over to put the pancakes down and gave me a peek down her blouse. She definitely was not wearing a bra.
"Look, daddy, mommy is dressed like a cowgirl!" Sally must have told them before how to characterize the outfit.
She straightened up, gave me a big smile, and twirled.
"How do I look?"
"You look great!" I said, meaning it, as suddenly I felt a pain in my groin. She was arousing me but my prick was too confined by the cage to grow. I had rarely been so aware of my penis.
She knew exactly what she was doing. She studied my reaction and smiled wider when she saw my sudden grimace.
"Are you okay, Steven?" I took a deep breath and tried to gather my composure.
"Of course. You look terrific and everything looks delicious. Let's eat!"
I was trying to divert myself to let things subside. She was having fun playing with me, though. She would lean over just a little too much. Lightly touch my thigh as she made a point. Let her breasts graze against my back. Run a hand through my hair. She was not sure exactly what she was doing and the effect it was having on me but she was enjoying it.
I was ready to finish breakfast quickly, turn on the dinosaur show -- on loud -- and ravish my wife in the bedroom. I didn't think that was going to be an option but I had to try. I went up behind her as she was pouring more coffee in the kitchen and whispered,
"I have to have you."
She reached down and gave my cage a squeeze, smiled, and slipped out.
"I like that. Keep feeling that, but not now. Not today. You are still in training."
Training? What did that mean? She had clearly done some research and I knew that I needed to catch up.
We finished breakfast and prepared to embark on a family activity. In the shower I studied the contraption a bit more. I wiggled it around a little but saw that there really was no way to get it off without first taking the small padlock off. That probably wouldn't be too hard for me (or an EMT, God forbid that was necessary) but I agreed to let this play out. At least for a while.
At that moment Sally came into the shower, also naked.
"Oh, sorry! I didn't know you were there!"
That was a patent lie.
"Can I take a look?" She didn't wait for an answer and kneeled down in front of me. She held my cock and balls in her hand, as if she was weighing them. She gave my balls a tickle and ran a hand down my ass. She stared at my dick as it tried, unsuccessfully, to grow.
"Does it hurt?
"Normally, I don't think so, although I do feel the weight. When you arouse it, yes!"
"Well, I wouldn't want to do that," she said as she ground her ass against it.
"I'm done. I'm getting dressed," I said as I left the shower. She laughed.
We went out together. I was distracted, wondering if anybody could tell that I was wearing this contraption. Sally had changed into something less obvious, a light sexy summer dress. She wore a gold chain with a small key around her neck. As other men looked at her, which she could sense, she took my arm. I was feeling a strange mixture of pride, lust, insecurity, and humiliation.
And that was only day one.
Chapter 29
The next two weeks were an adjustment. The physical part of it was challenging but fairly straight-forward. I learned to adjust my clothes so as to make sure nothing was visible or that nothing rubbed enough to cause arousal. I changed my sleeping position (I preferred my stomach) to lessen discomfort. I began to use a stall instead of a urinal at work to avoid any possibility of discovery. I made more of an effort to control my sexual thoughts, which when allowed to roam caused me pain. Five days without an orgasm was causing me some further discomfort and making me testy and frustrated, but I tried to hide it. These are all things I could manage, although they took effort and left me very aware of my "situation."
Psychologically and emotionally things were more difficult. Actually, I felt a riot of conflicting things that I was having trouble processing. My first day at work wearing the cock cage I was completely paranoid. My office was full of people looking for chinks in the armor, places to attack and savagely take down. Over the last several months I had fallen down on the pecking order as a result of my reprioritizing which made me less of a target. Still, though, there were always those below me who wanted to climb up on my back and those above who wanted to grind me down, just for the fun of it. The culture of the office was macho to the extreme and the thought of them knowing that I wore a chastity device was so humiliating as to make me slightly sick. I was worried about being discovered and a casual conversation I had with some co-workers at the coffee machine did not help.
"You see Marissa today?" one co-worker said to another.
"Yeah. Pretty ballsy." Marissa was one of very few female traders in the firm. She had a medium build and always dressed to impress, usually in mid-thigh length, tight-fitting black skirts and heels, with her nails always perfectly manicured. She exuded confidence, sexual and otherwise, and swore as much as anyone in the office. If there was ever a ballsy woman on any ordinary day, it was Marissa.
"What?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.
"She's wearing a key around her neck," someone said to light guffaws.
