A note from the author: I only recently discovered Literotica, but after reading a dozen or so stories, I decided I wanted to give it a shot myself. I had this idea of an 'Arabian Nights' of sorts, but rather than showcase folklore, I would use it as an opportunity to tell stories of different kinks and fetishes. The first and second installment introduce our main storyline, which will be present throughout the series, and beyond that I plan to explore a variety of different kinks through a variety of different genres of fiction as I work down through layers of storytelling. These first two parts will focus heavily around female domination, chastity, and tease/denial, and in general, I'm trying to portray the two protagonists as real people, with real feelings and reactions as they explore a less traditional sexual relationship. If these kinks aren't yours, be sure to check back later, as I plan to do my best to make each installment after the first two capable of being read as a standalone story. While this part won't really need it, following episodes will include a short disclaimer if they contain extreme material. Lastly, feel free to leave some feedback in the comments. Enjoy!
Carnal Nights: Part 1 - Caught in the Act
Dennis and Amy were on the wrong side of 35, but they still managed to retain their figures despite ten years of marriage and two children. Amy, a career business professional in her prime, had blue eyes, dark hair, and a light complexion. She worked hard to stay in shape and considered her athleticism and the body that came with it a big point of pride. Dennis was a writer, and a floundering one at that. Most of his friends considered him average in the looks department, short dirty blonde hair, green eyes, light complexion, the all around average white professional in New England. He had some success early on in his career, his first and second books were slam dunks, his third was even better, but the three year break he took from writing for the birth of his two children ended his streak. He just couldn't seem to find the motivation or creativity to crank out another hit. At the end of the day, royalties from his first three books kept rolling in. It was enough to live on, but as the years went by, his friends and family were all advancing in their careers, buying bigger homes, and in general climbing the economic ladder, only he wasn't. He stayed in shape, but it was mostly just to keep up with his wife.
Overall, their marriage wasn't anything to write home about. Things weren't always great, the love and intimacy had begun to fade, but they both figured that this is what happens to marriages over time, not to say both weren't left wanting. Amy craved the closeness and love that they used to have, and while Dennis liked the idea of the same on the surface, he really wanted to explore sexuality in a way that he was never comfortable talking about with anyone, even his wife. Their sex life was on life support, if not dead already. Dennis's secret obsession with male chastity saw to it that spontaneous sex was more a game of hide and seek than copulation. Dennis felt that if they could just spice things up a little bit, it would bring back all those novelle feelings they shared back when they first met.
One of the big upsides to Dennis' "Career" was that he generally "worked" from home while Amy spent long hours at the office. In truth, he spent the majority of his time not working at all. In the beginning, when their kids were still small, they saved a ton of money with Dennis pushing his writing into the margins and spending most of the day changing, feeding, and playing with one toddler, then another. When the kids went on to pre-school, then elementary, his writing never really crept back into the daily routine. Sure, he met publisher deadlines, but his books weren't making any lists. In fact, most of the writing he was doing during the day was (Removed comma)stuff that he'd be embarrassed for his publisher to read. He had a hard drive full of short stories, novellas, even the odd picture book; all of it pornographic, overtly sexual, and generally speaking: smut, as the younger crowd would call it. Every once and a while, he'd see something of the same genre climbing the best seller lists, and mull over the idea of submitting some of his work to a publisher using a pseudonym, but ultimately he chickened out.
Dennis's days played out the same. He'd wake up, shower and get dressed, watch his wife leave for work and then deliver the kids to school. If he wasn't already caged, he'd put on his chastity cage, click the lock, then drop the keys into a safe with a timed lock. For the rest of the day he watched porn and scribbled out his sexual fantasies, and if his timer vault opened before the kids got home, he'd masturbate a few times for good measure, if not the cage would stay on and he'd wait out the next opportunity. Like a snake eating its own tail, his writings only served to feed into his depravity, leaving nothing to upkeep the marital bed.
The cycle would come to a screeching halt on a warm summer afternoon, a Tuesday in July. That morning started like every other morning, and most of the day was totally normal. Dennis' safe was set to pop open at 2pm after a long four day lockup. He kissed his wife goodbye that morning anxious to really push the limits of how frustrated he could get. First thing he did was put his wife's cordless hitachi on the charger, next ran straight downstairs to his computer to begin curating the edging session to end all edging sessions. His tastes in porn were wide ranging, and his own writing reflected that. In his eyes, the kinkier the better. BDSM of all shapes and sizes managed to make it into his massive archive.
One thing that Dennis was excited by and would later regret, is that no matter how long he teased or what insane industrial grade vibrator he could get his hands on, he never managed to orgasm with his cage on. He'd read on the internet that some men could do it no problem, others said all they could manage was a ruined orgasm, but neither was the case for Dennis.
Around 1pm, with the batteries at full charge and a few hours worth of material, Dennis headed up to the bedroom to have his fun. The timer on his safe read 1 hour 30 minutes. He smiled, and got down to it. Videos, stories, pictures were backdropped by the whining hum of Amy's favorite toy. Dennis was in a trance, tunnel vision on the materials in front of him and the pangs of pleasure and frustration coursing through his body. He was so lost in his sexual meditation and the chainsaw buzz of the vibrator on plastic that he didn't even hear the car pull into the driveway, the front door open or the footsteps on the stairs. His concentration didn't break until the sound of the bedroom door hitting the door stop jolted him back to reality.
His first thought was the worst case scenario and that he'd look up to find one, or both, of his kids standing in the doorway. He was almost relieved to find Amy standing there. Then the confusion set in. She never comes home early. Did he lose track of time? Was there some sort of emergency? For a second, he almost forgot about his current physical circumstances, until the vibrator rested in just the right spot on his cage causing it to rattle obnoxiously. He quickly tried to hit the off button, but hit the pattern change instead causing the rattling noise to pulse like the deep bass in club music.
