Steve breathed a sigh of relief. It was only October 14th, but he was starting to lose his mind. He and Amie had started down the road to what amounted to almost permanent chastity earlier this Fall. After a long conversation in May, they started to get into some other aspects of their relationship beginning in late June, and that driven, but sexually conservative woman who wore his wedding and engagement ring had surprised both of them by challenging and changing the nature of their sexual and interpersonal relationship step by step. September had been a whirlwind of activity as Steve's professional life had picked up after the Summer, and Amie had kept him on his toes by delving deeper and deeper into long-term chastity and some increasingly serious CBT play. During the last week of September, she had announced to him that they would be participating in 'Locktober' - meaning he would be locked, teased, and denied for the entire month. The precursor to that was a CBT session he would not soon forget. It ended with Amie brutally ballbusting him, and although she had not caused any lasting damage, when she locked him up on October 1st, he definitely knew that his balls were still swollen. Indeed, they had to use the hinge-style chastity device for the first few days because of some slight swelling, and while this style was the easier of his several chastity devices to put on and take off, it wasn't the most comfortable, especially in the overnight hours.
Here it was October 14th, and he hadn't had an orgasm since early September. When she was home from work, Amie did her best to tease him, but since returning to work and her long commute from the suburbs, he missed the attention to which he had become accustomed (even though it was often devilishly cruel and frustrating to him). As he sat at work thinking about Amie, his caged cock continued to languish in the cage as it had since October 1st. He thought about the joke he had heard years ago about the guy who filed an unemployment claim for his cock and chuckled to himself. This was his own decision (for the most part) and Amie had made sure that he had been a willing volunteer / willing victim. What was weird was that he wasn't getting hard as often - or if he was, his penis was being conditioned NOT to get hard by running out of room to grow. Obviously when Amie teased him, things became uncomfortable, but even now he wasn't as turned on as before by online Porn. Just to test, he pulled up his Tumblr account and scrolled through it. Nothing.
Another buzz from his phone announced a text. "Get the Deuce ready, I want to celebrate" it announced. He sighed. The 'Deuce' was the strap-on harness they had purchased this Summer from a company called 'Spare Parts'. It was configured in a way that he could wear it over/around the chastity device. This had been one of the more frustrating aspects of Amie doing her research, in that she didn't need to unlock him for her to receive penetrative sex. She had told him it "wasn't the same", but had discovered that if they soaked the dildo in a warm pot of water for a half hour, it warmed the material enough to make it feel more realistic. The emasculating part for him was that "Get the Deuce ready" meant that she wanted him to put the harness on before she got home so that when they did slide into bed, it was more fluid. He typed a response: "Sam, Martin or Louis?" - this was code for the three different dildos they had Sam (Small), Martin (Medium), and Louis (Large).
He liked to think he was somewhere between a Martin and Louis.
His phone quickly buzzed with a one word response "Louis". Then the typing bubbles activated and he read the next message: "I've been doing some online shopping, and I think we're going to introduce another friend, 'Xavier' into the mix soon." Steve's heart dropped, Xavier was obviously code for "Extra Large" - was Amie becoming a size queen? He felt his cock generate some precum that moistened his confined package. Amie snidely called this phenomenon "Chastity Tears" and teased him when she saw the wet spots in his underwear or when it dripped to the floor during their frequent play. Steve couldn't wait for this month to be over, and prayed to whatever God would listen that Amie didn't get it in her mind to move right from 'Locktober' to 'No-vember' and 'Denial-December'.
He got back to work - trying to make sure that even though he was no 'Xavier' he was providing a good income for them.
Later, as the clock rolled to 6PM, Steve closed his laptop, picked up his phone and used the "Find My Phone" feature to see that Amie was just getting on the expressway. He went into the kitchen to check on the crock-pot meal (these were his specialties, and tonight was a hearty beef and vegetable stew). Once he was satisfied that everything would be ready for her arrival home, he went to the basement and got the Deuce, and opened the armoire drawer and retrieved Louis from among the other items that were stored in the basement playroom. On a good day, he could probably give Louis a run for his money, and heck if his penis would be as swollen as his balls seemed to be after 6 weeks of denial, he'd be a total Louis.
He put a pot of water on the stove set to 'warm', submerged Louis in the water, and then started scrolling through his social media to see which of his clients or prospects needed a call from their financial advisor. People who posted pictures of new babies or houses (need to increase your life insurance coverage), or changed their work status on Linked In (need to roll your 401k into an IRA), were added to his call list for tomorrow.
Soon, he heard Amie at the door. She came-in arms full of files from work, her laptop bag hanging from her shoulder. When she unceremoniously dropped the files down in a sprawling heap on the coffee table, he noticed a black shopping bag remained in her hand. He knew what that meant - she had hit the little lingerie boutique that was in their suburban town center. He felt his 'Mini Louis' start to stir.
Amie saw him looking at the bag and said "I bought just a little something for both of us. I didn't forget you though, and I think you'll enjoy the fruits of my shopping trip. Plus, I'm totally supporting a local business."
She continued, "I'm going to take a quick shower and wash the day off myself. I'll need you to Present in the bedroom with Louis by the time I get out of the shower."
This all registered with Steve - he knew to grab the warm pot with the dildo, and kneel naked (except for the strap-on) in the bedroom to wait for her.
Amie laughed to herself as she walked upstairs to the master bath. He had come so far. Check that, THEY had both come so far, but his willingness and understanding of her commands was rote by this time. She knew he was struggling with the long-term chastity and she wasn't sure that she wanted to make that a permanent part of their play, but for now she was using it to gain the control that she had already leveraged to improve their relationship. The shower wasn't just to "wash the day off" as she had claimed. She needed to trim and shave her pubic area to accommodate the lines of the new panty she had purchased that day, and wanted to make sure her legs were smooth as well. She took her time, knowing that a frustrated Steve was probably already kneeling in the bedroom. She wanted to heighten his anticipation and frustration, and having him uncomfortable from kneeling for so long would make him quicker to accede to her wishes as well. Finally, she finished, dried off and applied a little lotion to smooth her skin even more. She knew the lavender scent of the lotion would get him excited as well, and that was just icing on the cake.
She reached into the small shopping bag and removed the items she wanted. The panty was sheer and high cut with a thong in the rear, and the waistband had a lace trim over the elastic. She rubbed her hands on her upper thighs, feeling herself moisten at the anticipation. She reached into the bag and found the final item she had purchased. She used a small scissor to remove the tags and then replaced it in the bag and headed into the bedroom. True to form, Steve was in 'Present' position, arms behind his head, elbows flush with his body, and knees wide. She looked him over and was pleased to see his posture was excellent.
She clearly and forcefully said "Submit", and Steve quickly moved into the next position, his head lowered to the floor, back straight, and arms extended to the floor in front of his head. "Very good. You've come along." She then circled him, checking his posture, making sure his muscles and core were engaged and began once again to speak.
"Tonight we're going to start out with Louis. But before we start, please tell me about your Locktober experience."
