Carols Fantasy

Sharing her Fantasy

Carol and I had a wonderful beach day at New Smyrna. We ate lunch at our favorite hangout, Norwood's Restaurant & Treehouse Bar. It had been a "chamber of commerce" weather day. We worked on our all-over tans in the Florida sun all morning then drove back home.

That evening we had a great dinner at Big Fin Seafood and decided to return home to rest and relax.

I stretched out on the bed, reading glasses sliding down my nose, scanning Facebook on my iPad.

Carol sat next to me on our bed, cross-legged, hair still damp from her shower, wearing one of my old white button-down oxford dress shirts and nothing else.

We were in our happy place, wrapped in the comforts of home. Both of us were glowing from a sun-drenched day at the beach.

I couldn't help but notice that Carol's energy was different. She held her phone in one hand and her fingers tracing patterns on the bedspread with the other, her eyes looking toward me and then away, as though she had something on her mind.

She put down her phone.

"Can I ask you something personal?" she said, in a slightly nervous voice.

I smiled, lowering my iPad. "You can ask me anything, beautiful."

Carol smiled, took a breath, and faced me. There was a flush in her cheeks that had nothing to do with the Florida sun.

"I've been thinking a lot lately," she began, "about how close we are. How much we've grown together since we've been married. I love us and lately, I began thinking... what else is possible for us."

I tilted my head. "You mean like... more adventures?"

Carol smiled, shyly. "In a way. But more like in the bedroom."

That caught my attention. She had my full focus now. "Okay. I'm listening baby. Are we talking our love life, sex life?"

Carol's fingers traced over my arm. "Yes, sort of. I have this fantasy about us," she said. "It's something I've kept to myself for a long time. It's a little bit kinky. But lately, I've been thinking... you'd be into trying it, too."

I raised an eyebrow, half teasing. "Lord knows you have let me act out my sexual fantasies many times. You've got me curious now. Let's hear what you have in mind."

She laughed, but it was a nervous laugh. Like she was testing the waters.

"I've been thinking a lot about being in control," she said after a moment, her voice softer now. "What it means to take on the dominant role, be in control."

I raised an eyebrow. "Like in bed? Do you want to tie me up this time? You want to... dominate me?" I chuckled.

She smiled, a little more at ease. "Not exactly but along those lines. Not just in bed. Outside of it too. The kind of control that builds over time. That shifts the whole dynamic."

I nodded slowly, intrigued, confused. "Okay... Can you explain that further?"

She looked down at her hands for a second, then looked me in the eye. "You know how we've experimented with role playing before--sometimes I take charge, sometimes you do?"

"Sure. I like that. It keeps things interesting. It's sexy."

"Well..." she hesitated, "This might sound a little out there, but... I've been fantasizing about having you under my control."

I tilted my head. "Physical control?"

Carol took a breath. "That's close. Have you ever heard of a couple using Chastity and denial to increase sexual desire? "

I responded, "Chastity? Do you mean abstaining from sex? For me that would be tough, if not impossible."

Carol looked right at me, "I've read it can increase intimacy and could be totally worth it."

"Carol, I am not sure I have the will power to keep my hands off you, or off me. I enjoy sex and I love to masturbate."

"Well, there are a device I discovered that could help you with that. Have you ever heard of a device called a "chastity cage"?

I shook my head. "No... what is it?"

"It's... a small kinky bondage device that fits around your balls with a restraining cage that fits over your cock and locks. So, I'd have the key. You wouldn't be able to say... touch yourself. Not without my permission."

I blinked, not sure what to say right away honey.

She reached over and touched my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "It's not about punishment or anything harsh my love. It's about trust. I want to tease you, drawing it out, making you wait... knowing you're mine."

I was quiet for a moment, taking it in. "Huh. That's... a lot to picture. It's a good way to drive your husband crazy.

She smiled again, softer this time. "I suppose it could drive you crazy but that's not the purpose. We would be enjoying this experience together. You don't have to say yes right this minute. I just wanted to share my fantasy with you. Because it turns me on. And... because I trust you.

I promise I'll make it worth the effort baby."

I blinked. Of all the things my wife could have said, I hadn't expected that. My mind tried to catch up.

"A chastity cage?" I said slowly, not in disbelief, but surprise.

"You want to... lock my cock up?"

Carol's eyes met mine. There was no shame in them. Only quiet, confident honesty. "Yes. Not as a punishment. As a kind of energy shift. You wouldn't be giving anything up, you'd be giving yourself to me completely. That focus, that anticipation. I think it would change everything."

I was quiet. Initially, the idea unnerved me. It was so far from anything we'd ever done before. But underneath the nervous flutter in my chest, there was a spark of curiosity and arousal.

"What would I get out of it?" I asked softly.

Carol leaned in close, brushing her lips against my ear. Her voice dropped, smooth and sensual.

"You'd get me baby, all of me. The most playful, dominant, sensual version of me. You'd get the pleasure of waiting, serving, surrendering. And when you've earned it, I'll unlock your cock so you can fuck me silly all night. You'll get to feel what it's like to crave me that much more."

I exhaled, suddenly aware of the heat pooling low in my belly.

Carol pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. "But only if you want to try it. No pressure. We take it slowly. We talk, we trust. And if you ever want to stop, we stop. I love you baby."

I studied Carol's face. There was no manipulation there, only hope, trust, and a spark of something wild I hadn't seen in her for years.

The idea still scared me a little... but the look in her eyes made me want to please her.

I nodded slowly. "Okay," I said. "Let's try it, one time. I trust you. You have let me tie you up, spank you and so many other kinks. I owe you this one."

Carol smiled.

"Thanks baby, I'll order the device."She leaned in and kissed me on the lips, soft, lingering, promising. It wasn't just a kiss. It was the beginning of a new experience.

The First Lock

It had been three days since our conversation about chastity and control.

I went about my routine, work, gym, and dinner at home, but Carol's request was on my mind. It wasn't just our previous conversation. It was the way Carol looked at me with more desire now, just a little longer, a little more knowingly. The way her touch lingered.

The way she would occasionally lean in and whisper things that made my stomach twist and my heart race.

That night, I came home to find the lights low and music playing softly through the speakers, something romantic.

Carol met me at the door barefoot, wearing a silk robe that clung to her curves, showing her bare legs. Her hair was loose, framing her face in waves.

She smiled as I stepped inside. "Why don't you take a shower," her voice sultry. "Then come to the bedroom. I have a surprise for you."

I nodded, my mouth dry. I proceeded without a word.

When I stepped into the bedroom, towel around my waist, the room had changed. Candles flickered on the dresser. Carol stood at the edge of the bed, still in her silk robe, but holding something small in her hand.

It was metal. Sleek. Shiny.

Delicate.

My eyes widened. Immediately I knew it was the chastity cage she had ordered.

Carol walked over to me, her gaze steady. "Would you try this on for size baby?" she said. "Let's see how it fits. I ordered the largest one they carried."

I was speechless. All I could do was nod yes. I was shell shocked.

Carol reached out and let her fingers trail down my chest, stopping just above my towel.

"Hmm, I'm not going to put this on you just yet," she said, lips curling into a smile. "First, I want to tease you. Get you in the mood. Build the tension. Let you feel what I'll be giving you as a reward."

My heartbeat quickened as Carol stepped closer to me, her hands moving to untuck the towel. It dropped, and I stood completely naked before her, my cock already half-hard from the anticipation alone.

Carol didn't touch my cock, not yet. Instead, she circled it slowly, her fingers tracing along my hips, my thighs, never quite touching where I wanted her to most. I wanted her to touch my cock, to stroke it.

She whispered in my ear, "You're not allowed to touch me until I tell you. Or yourself. That's your first rule. Your cock belongs to me. I say what you can do and what you can't."

Carol was getting totally into her dominant role. It was sexy to see her so assertive.

I swallowed. "Yes, ma'am."

"Yes, Mistress Carol." She quickly corrected me.

"Anything you wish, Mistress Carol."

"That earned a smile slave boy."

Carol led me to the edge of the bed and had me sit. Then she straddled my lap, only wearing her silk robe and G-string, strategically placing her pussy directly over my cock and began to move, slowly, teasingly, against cock making me hard.

She kissed me, deep, slow, deliberate on the lips, and pulled back just when I started to even come anywhere close to responding to her rocking motion.

"You're going to be so desperate for me when I'm through with you," she murmured. "And you're going to thank me for it."

I was starting to believe her.

When she finally reached between my legs and took my hard cock in her hand, it was only for a moment, just enough to make me moan with pleasure.

Then she suddenly stopped again, stood, walked over, and fetched the small box she'd placed on the nightstand.

She opened it and held up the cage, it was gleaming in the candlelight.

"I'll have you begging for me to put this on you before the night is over.," She proclaimed.

I swallowed hard wondering what next.

Carol stood directly in front of me for a moment and untied her silk robe. She let it drop to the floor.

"Lay back on the bed bad boy" Carol said in a commanding voice.

She straddled me in the bed naked. She then placed her wet pussy on my cock and slid up and down sending waves of pleasure, but she did not let me penetrate her. She was teasing me. She edging me over and over. I could feel how wet her pussy had become.

She suddenly stopped and stood up once more. "Last chance slave boy are ready for this?" she asked, holding the cage in her hand.

Carol had teased me to the breaking point. I was hopelessly horny for her.

Then she added "No cage, no pussy."

I had no choice. I responded, throat tight. "Yes, Mistress Carol."

Carol stepped forward and knelt in front of me, completely naked.

With a mix of care and control, she applied some lubricant to the device, slid the cock ring over my cock and balls, and guided me into the cage. The cool metal sent a jolt through my body, but it wasn't uncomfortable, it was grounding. A symbol of surrender.

She placed the cage over my cock, clicked the lock into place and removed the key.

"There," she whispered. "Now you belong to me slave boy."

I looked down at the tiny padlock, my cock throbbing with arousal and some other emotions, devotion, anticipation, excitement I hadn't felt this in quite a while.

Carol stood, watching me. "You're not just giving me your body," she said. "You're giving me your patience. Your obedience. Your hunger."

She leaned closely, lips brushing my ear again.

"And I'm going to make sure you stay hungry for a while before I reward you."

The cage wasn't painful, Carol had made sure of that.

"I'm going to let you watch me now," she said.

I blinked. "Watch... what?"

She had me stand in front of her in my locked state and without a word, she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs just enough to make my heart race.

"You don't touch," she said. "You don't beg. You just watch. I want you to ache for me."

And I did. OMG, I did.

I watched as she began to play with her pussy, slowly, sensually, completely absorbed in her own pleasure.

She moaned softly, her pussy visibly wet, eyes fluttering closed, fingers exploring every inch of her pussy. Occasionally, she'd peek at me, watching me squirm, locked, desperate, my hands clenched.

When she came, it was slow and deep, intimate, and completely hers. She let go and squirted on the sheets. I wanted to drink all her fluid.

It was then that I realized how turned on this particular role play made her.

Afterward, Carol sat up, still glowing, and walked over to me. She kissed my forehead like I was something precious.

"Baby, you were amazing," she whispered.

Carol's eyes sparkled with mischief and command.

"Kneel on the rug," she said softly. "Hands behind your back.

I obeyed. "Yes, Mistress Carol"

Carol walked around me slowly. Then she slipped the silk tie from her robe around my neck, pulling my head gently upward so I had no choice but to look at her.

"You've been very obedient," she said. "And very patient slave boy."

I exhaled, trembling slightly.

"I want to reward you... but not yet."

She picked up a riding crop we had used before in light role-playing sessions. She tapped my inner thigh.

She straddled my lap, leaning in close, lips barely an inch from my ear. "You're not allowed to touch me yet," she whispered. "But I can touch you however I like."

And she did.

Carol kissed me, long, deep, indulgent, but always pulled away before I could lose myself.

Her hands teased across my chest, my shoulders, my face. She rubbed herself against the cage, just enough friction to make me gasp.

But never release.

Eventually, she pushed me back gently until I lay on the bed, breathless and overwhelmed.

Carol knelt in front of me. "You're doing so well," she said. "But I want to see your edge. Your limit."

I swallowed hard. "What do you mean?"

"I want to tempt you. I want you to beg, knowing the answer will be no."

And then came the real challenge.

Carol climbed onto the bed naked. She posed for me, touched herself for me, and moaned my name.

She told me how wet she was. How much she wanted my cock.

How badly I wanted her.

But my cock remained locked.

My body trembled.

And when she came on top of me, loud, glowing, beautiful, I felt tears in my eyes.

It wasn't painful. It was surrender.

Carol laid on top of me after, her voice soft and loving. "That," she whispered, "was beautiful."

I leaned into her, burying my face in her neck.

The cage held me in place, but her arms wrapped around me warm and certain.

I belonged to her.

Carol's Gift

Carol slipped into bed beside me, curling into my side. For a while, we didn't speak.

Then, Carol spoke.

"You gave me everything yesterday," she said softly. "Your trust. Your vulnerability. Even your pain."

I nodded, emotion flickering behind my eyes. "I meant every bit of it. I love you baby."

She kissed my shoulder.

"I think it's time for your reward."

I blinked. "Really?"

Carol reached into the drawer and pulled out the key.

"But only if you still want this," she said, holding it up. "This isn't about release--it's about closeness. About us."

I sat up, eyes wide. "I want you. Not just the release, I want you."

Her smile was warm. "Then let me give that to you."

She unlocked the cage slowly, ceremonially. The click of it opening felt like thunder in the silence of the room. She helped me remove it, then guided me-down onto my back.

"This time, no teasing," she whispered, climbing over me. "No tests. Just me... and you... the way we started. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me."

Our bodies came together gently, reverently. We moved slowly, kissing me, holding my face, whispering words of love and gratitude.

When I finally came, I cried, not from the intensity, but from the weight of everything we had experienced together.

Carol held me afterward, stroking my hair, whispering, "I'm so proud of you," again and again.

Later, as we lay wrapped in each other's arms, Carol looked at me and said softly:

"This was your moment, love. But next time... it might be mine."

I smiled.

I was ready.