**Warning** This fantasy story is not meant to offend anyone in open relationships, polyamorous or otherwise non-monogamous relationships.
This series will contain elements of Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial, Female Domination, Abusive Tendencies, Masculinity Degradation, Cuckolding, Female Lead Relationships, Interracial Sex, Blackmail, Emotional Sadism, Teasing, and BDSM Activities. If any of these topics are something that may upset you, please stop reading.
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Jorge rubbed his eyes trying to will sleep away. The day had been particularly long. In and out of meetings and any moments he had in between were spent trying to hastily answer emails. He was destroyed. He was starving too, he hadn't had a chance for lunch. He had a few cookies and other corporate snacks that were available but it wasn't sustainable and it wasn't what he was used to.
Pulling the car into the driveway Jorge parked and said a silent prayer that he didn't crash due to his complete exhaustion. He dragged himself out of the car and into the kitchen opening the fridge, all he wanted to do was eat.
Jorge stood in the fridge and just ate leftovers with his hands like a wild animal. He was so glad that Flora wasn't there to say something to him. If she was home he would have to pull things out of the fridge and make a proper meal, so to speak. Now he could just scarf down whatever was in his path then go and relax.
The stress was getting to him and all he could think about was reading his stories and cumming. He had no access to porn anymore but it didn't matter to him because sometimes the erotica was even better than the videos.
Since Flora had taken the chastity device off Jorge he had been masturbating less. In a way he appreciated the time that he had the device on because now his orgasms were so much better. He also learnt how to edge himself with just as much pleasure as he would have cumming.
He knew that if he couldn't keep himself hard to pleasure Flora it would cause problems for him, and she would punish him again, severely. Jorge didn't mind being punished. In fact, he sometimes loved being punished but he was in no mood to have that cage on him for a month straight. When he wasn't horny it was more of a nuisance than anything.
Finishing up with his makeshift dinner Jorge made his way to the backroom of the house. He grabbed his laptop and ipad, setting himself up. He laid down and let himself relax, the stressful day melted away as excitement built inside him.
With his laptop open Jorge went to go look through some of the old stories he had made. He was in no mood to try to create something knew. His creative mind was dead and he just needed to get off.
When Jorge got to the folder he noticed all of his stories were missing.
His heart lurched in his chest.
What the fuck?
Jorge scrambled for a moment rifling through all the possibilities in his mind. What happened to his stories? Was there a bug on his laptop? Did he move them and then forget about it? Surely not... Had someone else gained access to his laptop? He had a password. It shouldn't be possible... Why would Flora go into his laptop?
It dawned on Jorge that perhaps she broke in, guessing his password. A stranger wouldn't be able to get in but Flora was his wife. She knew him inside out and it would have been easy to figure out his password.
With a sigh Jorge laid back down on the couch. He needed his racing heart to calm down. He wondered if she had read through them all... the absolute amount of kinks and fetishes that were packed into those stories was probably more than conservative Flora would be able to process. She was getting better of course but Jorge wasn't sure how she would have been able to handle this.
Jorge went back onto his laptop to distract his mind. He hadn't saved everything in the same place as sometimes he would get lazy and let it save wherever his laptop recommended. He decided to search through his files and see what he might be able to recoup and perhaps he had some errant copies in the background as sometimes when he would move things from his downloads to the story folder they didn't always move but rather
copied
across.
At that moment the door to the back room swung open and Flora came inside and peered down at him. Jorge's heart beat hard in his chest as he had just began searching for his missing documents. He wasn't convinced it was Flora that found them but rather he was worried that he was correct. The thought plagued his mind because he knew she was capable of finding and deleting them.
"What're you doing?" She asked Jorge with raised brows.
"I'm just trying to get some work done," he lied. "I have to find some specific documents, is all."
"Hmm, okay Jorge. Why don't you come out into the dining room whilst I whip us up some dinner?"
Jorge thought of all the food he shoved into his mouth just an hour earlier but he couldn't tell her that. He just nodded.
"Okay... but I still need to do some work."
"You can do it whilst we are at least in the same room." Flora was unnervingly happy. She wasn't usually in such a good mood when she came home from work and Jorge didn't understand what was going on. He shut his laptop and stood up before following Flora through the house and into the kitchen-dining room. It was one large room that had the kitchen and beside it a dining table. Jorge perched himself up on the breakfast bar so he could see Flora while she was moving around the kitchen. He didn't want to be caught off guard with her walking behind him or something.
Jorge sucked in a sharp breath as he opened his laptop once again. He needed to find something or at least get to the bottom of things.
"So how's the work going, baby?" Flora questioned, distracting Jorge from his search. He barely looked up to meet her eyes as stress settled in. After the day he just had he was in no mood for this, yet here he was.
"I'm working..." he trailed off. Then he did look up at her. Jorge felt her still in his peripheral vision whereas before she was moving around the kitchen cooking. He held his breath as he waited for her to reply, to say something.
"Oh? Working on what?" she continued. Jorge played back the scene in the back room. Flora had already asked him and yet here she was asking him a second time. What was up with that? Jorge's head was in a million places and he really couldn't focus on one thing. He certainly didn't have the brain power to analyze Flora's behavior as he usually would.
He looked between Flora and the screen. Jorge was practically itching to get back to searching through his files but she was starring at him with these wide expectant eyes like he was going to answer something different to what he had before.
"I'm just looking for some documents, I told you..." Jorge trailed off.
"Hmm you seem to be having a lot of trouble Jorge. What kind of documents are these?" Flora cocked her head to the side.
Jorge sucked in a sharp breath trying to wrack his mind for more lies. What could he possibly say to her right now?
"Just some papers for work. For this project we are working on. I sent them to my personal laptop so I could read over them a little in my spare time."
"That doesn't really make any sense to me."
Jorge held eye contact this time, completely distracted from his laptop. Flora popped a hip and laid her hand on it.
He was officially in hell.
The lies he needed to create on the spot started swarming through his mind. Clearly she wasn't going to drop this and Jorge needed to plan ahead for her million different lines of incessant questioning.
Jorge wasn't the type to get angry at his wife but his patience was wearing thin. He chewed on the inside of his lip as he tried to answer her.
"The project was closed, six months back. But now it has been reopened and we are trying to gather the old files. I deleted them off my work laptop but I know I must have a backup here somewhere."
