A Birthday Surprise From My Slave Pt 04

Chastity is a tormenting and awful experience. Simultaneously, it is fucking amazing. Don't ask me how that is possible, but it is. It had started Tuesday night and it was now Thursday. Night one wasn't bad, but then again night one has never been bad. This is usually because Shan and I had always had sex and I usually came twice before being locked up. I can always sleep easy after getting off the previous night.

The first morning is rough. I won't lie. It is rough. Morning wood, as we all know, is a real thing and my poor dick doesn't know it's in a cage. It is ready to go! It wants to watch me shave! It takes real effort and concentration to get past that, but I did just that on Wednesday.

I forced myself to focus on anything else. I don't just mean "think about it", I force myself to really focus on the issue and dedicate my mind to thinking through every detail. I usually pick something stressful, and focusing my mind on that stressful thought or event helped ease the urge to get a boner. Thinking about those things can really kill a boner.

I can work remote, but I decided I want to go to work to keep away from Shannon so she had less opportunity to torment me by wearing super sexy or slutty outfits and strutting her stuff around the house. Shan gave me a key for emergencies, but it was in a sealed envelope with her signature scribed across the seal. So, I could open the envelope and unluck myself with no problem, but she would know if I did as I can't replicate her signature. It was simultaneously a nice reassurance and constant mental thorn in my mind.

Chasitty, however, makes me work harder and more diligently: no dicking around at the office (no pun intended), no surfing the internet for a few minutes here and there. I don't know what I may find that may turn me on, so I focus on my job.

It is odd how much not being able to touch my dick affects my mind. I don't think about sex, women, or anything that may cause a boner: so, I am able to channel all my energy into productivity. I worked late Wednesday and Thursday to avoid seeing Shannon, but was home by dinner both nights. Wednesday night passed without incident with Shannon wearing loose sweatpants, and oversized t-shirt and socks. No stimulus there. Thursday was not so easy, however.

It seemed Shannon chose Thursday to torment me. When I walked in she was nowhere to be found. It was then that I got nervous. I called her name: no answer. Her car was out front and she had not called or texted so she was home, but not responding.

I went to our exercise room and found her, and God Damn I knew I was in for a long night. She was on the elliptical machine and had on light blue, super short, spandex shorts that were also low rise (not those ridiculous kind where the waist is way above the belly button) paired with a strappy light blue sports bra. She did not have a shirt on over the sports bra, and it showed plenty of her bare belly, cleavage, and my other chastity key bouncing back and forth between her glorious tits. She was glistening with sweat and much of the light blue was colored a darker tone with sweat. She gave me a huge, mischievous grin:

"Where the fuck have you been?" she taunted through labored breath. "Your long god damn late day forced me to stay on here another 20 minutes! Now I'm all sweaty and need a shower! You are going to be my shower bitch!"

"Oh God Shan... no, please no I can't I can't please don't make me wash you with this on please have mercy I will beg and you can own me for a month I will be Jamie's slave for a month, longer, please, please no, Shan don't...."

I word vomited the words with no pauses or breaths taken. I was immediately terrified she was going to make me bath her naked body while I was in chastity. I honestly and truly didn't know if I could do that after not having had a boner for two days.

"Shut the fuck up!" she taunted arrogantly as she walked up to me and grabbed my jaw with her right hand to silence me. She smiled wickedly, obviously loving her power over me, and looked into my eyes:

"Who fucking gave you a vote? I don't remember giving you a God Damn thing!"

She tried so hard to be a hard ass bitch at the moment, but giggles came regularly and she was forcing back more giggles. She wanted to be the stone cold dominatrix, but she just didn't have it in her when she knew what I was going through. Luckily, she either never planned for me to wash her or she relented. I don't care which it was, but her next words were pure heaven:

"But....... I can be a gracious mother fucking Goddess and owner, and I never intended for you to wash me. But you will attend me! Come bitch!"

She slapped my face playfully as she walked away, but I dutifully followed her and tried very, very hard not to stare at the spandex riding up her perfect ass crack. She walked straight to the master bath, and when I entered I saw several things laid out on the sink that made me nervous. I didn't have time to think about that as she snapped her fingers to bring me to her attention and ensure I was completely under her spell.

"Shoes." She commanded calmly.

I knelt down, sat on my ankles, and quickly untied and unlaced her shoes. She lifted her left foot so I could remove the shoe, then we repeated with her right.

The socks were next: I peeled them off deftly as I had done a thousand times. She had painted her toes a matching light blue color. My dick started to strain at the sight of her feet and the damp feel of her sweaty socks. She was playing with my foot fetish, and she fucking knew it.

"Up" she commanded again in that same tone. "Shower."

I turned on the water and adjusted the temp to know I knew she liked, which was just a bit hot for me.

"Top" she said as she raised her arms over her head.

I peeled off the damp sports bra and could feel her big tits fall out of it. I tried not to look, but could not help myself. Her boobs are just fantastic! I had run out of words to describe them, but they were just the best boobs out there.

My dick was really straining now, and it didn't help that the smell of feminine sweat was now filling my nostrils. I love the smell of her sweat. I can't say why, I just do. Her sweaty body. Her sweaty feet. Her sweaty pussy. Didn't matter, it was intoxicating to me despite grossing her out. It honestly drove me nuts with desire.

'She sweats when we make love, maybe that is it?' I thought silently as I tried to force my mind to focus on work or sports or investing or anything except her enchanting aroma.

'What would happen if I got fired tomorrow? That would suck, right?' I thought about this silently to try to take my mind off her scent.

"Kneel." She commanded in the same tone once again. "Shorts."

I peeled them down off her hips and down her legs. The smell of her sweat was even more powerful that her pants were off. I tried hard not to look at her pussy but failed. It looked as amazing as it did every other day I had ever been lucky enough to see it. The strain was too much now.

I turned and doubled over to try to change the angle of my body to ease the discomfort of my dick wanting to surge to life and my mind screaming at it to "Calm the fuck DOWN!"

'Yeah, getting fired would be terrible.' I forced myself to think... 'Embarrassing... everyone would eventually find out. What would my clients think?'

It was really hard to focus on this hypothetical firing, concentrating on every potentially terrible details while I was trying so hard to take my mind off my naked wife.

After a moment I regained control, and when I turned back she had entered the shower and I heard the water cascading off her perfect body.

"How is my bitch hubby doing out there?" she teased.

"Fine...." I said. I immediately realized how weak my voice was, I'm sure she didn't miss it.

She laughed out loud and replied:

"Maybe I have lost my touch? Do I need to try harder to tease you?"

"No Goddess, that was quite painful if you would like to know."

"Good! My subby hubby has to fucking earn what he might get Saturday."

"Yes Goddess...." I said meekly, hoping to end the conversation. It worked: Shannon took a nice long shower in silence. When she was in there, I was able to calm myself down, this time by thinking about going bankrupt. This hypothetical bankruptcy would be after my hypothetical firing....

This was working. Bankruptcy is stressful. Stress can kill a boner.

Killing a boner is key when locked up. I had learned this before, so I put all my mental energy into thinking about the details of losing all our money.

The water stopped, and I grabbed a towel and was ready with it when Shan opened the shower curtain. I couldn't help but to take in her naked, smoking hot body as she stepped out onto the shower mat. The key to my freedom was dripping water and hanging right between her boobs.

My dick strained again.

Without words, I put the thick soft towel out and began drying her off. I doubled up the towel to lessen the feel of her tits, ass, legs, and pussy as I dried each one.

'I don't need to feel any of those right now....' I told myself silently.

She commanded me to grab her clothes, so I handed her the panties that I noticed earlier in the bathroom sink. Then I handed her the super short, light blue, cotton shorts, then the barely there, off white, cotton tank top. She dressed herself (thank fucking God for that) then said the words I was dreading to here:

"Grab that lotion you fucking subby hubby!" she commanded brattily and slapped my face playfully as she walked out. I had seen the lotion in the sink earlier, I knew exactly what it meant.

She walked out into the living room and told me to be sure the shades were drawn closed. I did so.

Then she snapped her fingers and pointed to the ground all in one motion with her right hand. I knew what it meant: kneel. So, I did, knowing what was coming and trying hard to focus on anything else to slow down the boner I knew was beginning to stir.

'Now how long would it take to get over bankruptcy? Where would we live?' I thought, forcing myself to fight the boner.

"Ankle to knee." She said flatly, a huge, mischievous grin on her face.

I opened the cap of the lotion, squirted some in my hand, and she put her right foot forward so I could rub lotion onto her right calf. I did so diligently and thoroughly, caressing it into her soft skin. She swapped feet, then I did the left calf exactly the same way.

Then, she gracefully lifted her right leg and dropped it on my left shoulder, the backside of her calf sitting on my shoulder blade. Her right thigh was right in front of me, and without words I started massaging lotion onto her powerful thigh.

This was not easy, and my dick was really pushing against its prison. I couldn't look anywhere!

'It could be years before we get credit to buy another house after going broke......'

If I looked up at her I would see her mostly bare belly (the tiny tank top covered only her bra-less boobs) and her beautiful face and if I look at her thigh to focus on the lotion was nearly eye level with her pussy that was only covered by the super short shorts. It was a no win situation, and I tried to focus again on bankruptcy and where we would live.

I massaged in lotion until I reached her shorts and I thought I was done. However, she left the leg there, almost implying I should go up past the shorts. So I did. I rubbed lotion all the way up until my fingers graced her panties. Thankfully, for me, after that she laughed and put her leg down.

"Good slave boy" she said in a nurturing baby talk voice. "How is everything down below?" she taunted in the same voice.

"Tight.... Tight...." Was all I could muster.

She laughed again and put her left leg on my shoulder the same way. Her thigh was once again inches from my face.

I repeated the process, trying not to think about her soft skin or the powerful muscles of her strong legs. Those thighs could choke me out in seconds if she wanted them too, and I was an insanely huge fan of being trapped between them in her head scissors. The way she would flex her abductor muscles and seemingly roll my head and face within the grasp of her inner thigh was just incredible.....

'Bankruptcy.... God dammit think about anything else! Anything else!' I forced myself to change my thoughts, desperate to ease the boner currently raging against the plastic cage locked onto my junk.

I must have been flinching or making a face, since Shannon pulled her leg down before I was able to massage lotion under her shorts.

"Belly, subby."

I started on her belly, working the lotion in by starting at the elastic waistband of her shorts and moving up slowly. I was praying she wouldn't make me rub her tits too. As much as I loved them, I didn't want to play with them while locked in chastity. As I worked my way north she bailed me out by commanding "Arms".

I worked lotion on her arms and shoulders and then she turned and walked away. I instinctively watched her ass sway back and forth as she walked away, and my caged dick punished me for doing so.

She sat in the recliner, which was usually my seat, lifted the foot rest, and put her bare feet up on it. She gave me the one finger wave, calling me over by curling her index finger on her right hand. That simple motion commanded me to obey.

'Chastity or not, I have always been a sucker for that one finger wave.... Such a powerful motion for a woman to use to control a man....'

I walked over and she started curling her toes on both feet, silently implying it was time for me to put lotion on her feet.

My caged dick said "no, don't you fucking dare" but my mind said "you can't say no to the keyholder".

So, I walked over, knelt, and rubbed lotion onto both of her feet. I spent extra time on the heels, I knew she would like that and they usually need the most attention. I worked it thoroughly between her toes too, thinking about my car's engine blowing up the whole time.

'A foot fetish, a chastity belt, and a coconut lotion foot rub is a brutal combination....' I thought silently as I tried to focus on anything else while concentrating enough to do a good job.

"Wine." She commanded.

I obeyed, pouring her a glass of the half drank wine bottle in the fridge.

"Now get the fuck out of here, I'm tired of looking at your cringing and flinching fucking face."

She was giving me permission to leave, and leave I did. Wordlessly, I bowed since I knew she would like that act of submission and walked off. It was hard to stand up straight for the first few moments as my dick was fully intent on getting out of its cage, so I probably looked like an 80 year old man walked out while hunched over.

I heard her laugh on my way out but I kept walking and left the room, going back into the kitchen. I was alone and out of sight, so I bent over the counter to try to ease the pressure as the chastity belt did its job of preventing any kind of a boner.

"God damn it would be expensive for that car motor to blow up..." I muttered out loud absent mindedly while realizing I had to keep my mouth shut.

'Pair a major auto breakdown with bankruptcy and I would be in real trouble....' I thought, continuing to diagnose this imaginary problem to take my mind of Shannon's body and my dick's determination to get hard.

'Sure we have the money, but I would have to rent a car.... But if we were bankrupt and the car blew up, we might be fucked?' I thought.

I forced my mind to continue thinking through the issue for a few more minutes until the urge to get hard went away. I was then able to put the wine away, refocus myself, and think about what to do now.

I didn't want to see Shannon, that was for damn sure, so I made a sandwich, hid in the office, and read a book I have already read to occupy my mind.

"I hope Friday is easier..." I said out loud before I laid down to go to sleep.