Thank you to those who left some actual constructive criticism on my other stories. Life has been a little hectic to say the least, writing these went pretty far back on the list of priorities. However things have calmed down again at least for now so here is the 4th chapter.
If you don't enjoy the themes of chastity, cum-eating, control, cuckolding, or femdom, please do not read this. It will not be for you.
Rory
Not even four inches. My dick isn't even 4 inches long, I can't believe this is actually happening. I have got to come up with a way to satisfy my wife before she turns to outside help for her satisfaction. This entire ordeal boils down to nobody's fault but my own. Why couldn't I have just enjoyed our amazing marriage the way it was. Why did I have to push her so far?
Do not get me wrong, I absolutely love everything that we have done together. However, that is not to say that this doesn't bring about its own complications in our relationship. Well, not even just our relationship. Our individual lives have been altered for everyday tasks. I know my side has menial tasks that have become more complicated. However, I am sure Allie has even more complications. She is in charge of running everything. That sounds daunting just in my head, let alone actually carrying it out.
When I say my menial tasks have become more complicated I am talking about simple things like mowing the grass, grocery shopping and things of that nature. When mowing the grass I now have to be wary when I throw something out of the way in the yard. When out just shopping for groceries I have to be careful getting something on the bottom shelf. What is it I'm worried about when bending over? It's the panties my wife now makes me wear every day. It's the fact that at all times my cock is locked, that at any moment in time somebody can rush past me and feel the cage that confines my less than four inch dick. The non-stop fear of being called out in public never ceases. The fear that somebody we know will see me get our yogurt from the back shelving and know part of our secret life.
Everyday now, I am walking around feeling that soft cotton or silk rubbing on my ass. It's so sensual in certain moments but causes such fear in others. The thought of it being worth it runs through my head multiple times every single day. Yet, every single time I come to the same conclusion, yes. Irrevocably, yes. Knowing that my wife is more involved with my manhood (though she may not call it that anymore) than ever, is the most erotic feeling in the world. The days that I wear a thong are so much worse, yet so much better. The feelings are so contradicting. Feeling something ride up my ass early in the morning is so strange. What's stranger is how just an hour into the day I forget that I'm wearing it. I will bend down for something and so quickly be made aware of what I am wearing, the way a thong can give you such a sensation is invigorating.
I know I must sound crazy to any woman reading this, thongs are literally just a sexy pair of underwear there really isn't that much feeling when wearing one. When you are a man though, the very small sensations come to life more than you would ever realize. That strangely erotic yet degrading feeling every time I go pee, having to find a stall and sit. Never knowing if somebody can see the panties I pull down. Always have to wipe, the feeling is so unnatural yet so good.
The requirement in our relationship for me to wear panties has only been in effect for a couple of months now. The mental effect it has had on me however, feels as though it has spanned years. Every time we have met with friends, family, whomever. That thought that they could find out at any moment has been with me, and it has been exhilarating. I only hope that she has sensed a modicum of this feeling I get. It is so degrading and I absolutely adore it, I can not get enough of being 'Hers'.
One afternoon I came home and Allie was nowhere to be found. Instead of sitting around and waiting for her, I decided to take some time for myself and play some video games. Why not, I hadn't played games with my friends in ages. About an hour later she finally comes home, it's almost dark.
She is carrying a few plastic bags when she comes in, "Wow, would have been really nice if my loving husband were able to check his phone to see that I came home and asked for help bringing in bags. Looks like I'll get to use some of the things that I bought today."
Shit, I thought to myself I hadn't looked at my phone, I got too caught up in what I was doing. I hurriedly shut the games down and said my goodbyes. "Sorry Madam! I was unaware that you were out shopping!" I tried to be as genuine as possible.
"Well, at least I'll be able to use some of the things I bought today." She was giggling like a small child while saying this. The terror this brought on was real, 'since when did my wife just giggling bring about a feeling of terror?' I thought to myself. While helping her put things away, she made sure that four of the bags she brought home she put away herself, all of which went into our bedroom.