HER PET
It had already been well over two weeks since my wife had let me cum. She usually gave me some kind of release about once a week. But this time it had been 15 days and counting. She didn't seem to be angry, so I didn't think she was punishing me for anything. I could only assume that she had something planned and was building up to it. I didn't know what that might be, but I was excited to get out of my chastity.
About five years into our marriage, we fell into a real slump with our sex life, and after a considerable amount of conversation, we decided to try a male chastity lifestyle. That might not be the answer for everyone, but it has been fantastic for us. She has complete control of our sex life and my cock. I love the anticipation and the way she teases me between releases. She doesn't have a really strong sex drive and rarely wants actual intercourse, but she loves teasing me, saying it gives her a sense of power. When she does give me a release, it's typically not traditional sex. More often it's a hand job, or a blow job, or she just allows me to masturbate while she watches. She has always been pretty generous about giving me something about once a week or so. But it had been far longer this time, and I knew better than to ask about it. I didn't want to tick her off and end up waiting even longer for my release. I just had to be patient.
On the morning of the 21
st
day, I brought her some coffee in bed just as she was waking up. I was, of course, naked except for the chastity. Sitting up to take the coffee, she silently eyed me up and down. I kept my body in good shape, as she wanted, and always enjoyed the way she looked at me. She wore a modest pajama set, that really wouldn't be considered sexy at all, except for the fact that I was so horny. My wife rarely allowed me to see her naked outside of the times she wanted me to satisfy her. She said that would make her body more appealing to me. And, it has.
Reaching out with her free hand, she grabbed my chastity and tugged on it. This was one of her common teases; another way to remind me that she was the only one who could let me out. She stood up and stretched, causing her pajama top to stretch tightly across her large breasts. Her top gapped between the buttons and I could see a bit of skin. That was more than enough to excite me.
"You are such a good pet," she said looking into my eyes confidently. "I was thinking I might let you out for a few hours today. Would you like that?"
"Very much, ma'am," I responded eagerly.
"Good," she smiled. "We're going to play a little game. I'll let you out of your cage, but you're going to be my actual pet today. I want you to be my dog."
I cocked my head at her curiously.
"You behave like a dog all day, and if you're a good little doggie, I might reward you later." She took the key from around her neck and put it into the keyhole of my chastity but did not turn it. Looking into my eyes she asked, "Will you be my dog today?"
"Oh, yes ma'am."
"Good. Except dogs don't talk." She unlocked the chastity and slid it off without touching my cock. Even so, I still got hard immediately. "You will crawl on all fours and do nothing that a dog wouldn't or couldn't do. Do you understand?"
I got down on my hands and knees and said, "Ruff."
She rubbed my head and said, "Good boy."
Having already prepared for this, she pulled a leather collar out of her nightstand and buckled it around my neck. Then she headed downstairs, patting her leg and saying, "Come on, boy. Let's go get some breakfast."
I crawled behind her closely, watching the sway of her butt under the satin material. It was tricky getting down the stairs on my hands and knees. I suspected I would have bruises the next day, but I managed. In the kitchen she cooked a modest breakfast of scrambled eggs, and toast. I sat in the floor, doing my best dog imitation and watched her. She scraped some eggs onto a plate and put it in the floor for me. That was a bit unexpected, but I didn't know just how far she would take the dog thing. I slurped up the scrambled eggs on my plate as she sat at the table eating and reading the news on her tablet. I rubbed my head against her leg, and she tousled my hair. Once she was finished eating, she suggested that we go outside for a bit of exercise.
Again, this was a bit surprising. I had never been outside naked before, especially not with a dog collar around my neck. But we have a high privacy fence and no close neighbors. So, I eagerly followed her out onto the patio. Picking up a stick, she suggested we play fetch. I looked at her curiously, wondering if I was just going to be a dog forever now. She tossed the stick and I trotted after it, clamped it in my mouth and brought it back. Dropping it at her feet, I wagged my "tail" and looked up at her adoringly. She smiled and tossed it again. We did this quite a few times, with her tossing it farther each time. I think she enjoyed seeing me crawling naked through the grass with my cock and balls bouncing between my legs.
Eventually, she tired of playing fetch and said, "That's enough for today, boy. Let's go inside."
I followed her back into the kitchen where she tidied up the breakfast dishes. Then she looked at me with her hands on her hips and said, "Oh my, you got all dirty out in the back yard. I think you need a bath." She headed up the stairs calling for me to come along. I carefully negotiated the stairs again and tagged along into our bathroom. My cock had been at least partially erect from the time she had let me out of the chastity, and the thought of her giving me a bath did nothing to suppress it.
She ran the tub about half full, and said, "Come on, boy. Get in the tub. Let's get you all clean."
I awkwardly climbed over the side to discover the water was far colder than I would have liked. It wasn't ice cold, but it was far from warm. I didn't say anything, but she could tell I was uncomfortable.
"Oh, is it too cold, boy? I'm sorry, but we can't waste hot water on a dog."
With that she began scrubbing me with a rough washcloth. It felt good to have her hands all over me. Despite the cold water, I felt my cock struggling to get hard. She cleaned me all over, including my cock and balls. But of course, she did not spend too much time on those parts. Once she decided I was sufficiently clean, she drained the water out and turned on the shower. That was even colder. She used the hand sprayer to wash off the soap and suds. Finally, she helped me out of the tub, toweled me off and turned on the small space heater. I was happy to sit shivering in front of that while she prepared for her own bath.
She ran the tub full of nice warm water, making the air steamy. Then she slowly took off her pajamas. Although she kept her back to me, this was the most I had seen of her in three weeks. Now my cock was standing at full attention as I sat dog-like on the floor watching her. She lowered herself into the water and relaxed, quietly soaking for a few minutes. Eventually she looked over at me and saw my hardon.
"Oh, you naughty dog," she said with mock disapproval. "Getting all excited watching Momma take a bath. Shame on you."
I only smiled and stared at what little I could see of her boobs over the edge of the tub.
She took her time cleaning herself, and shaving her legs, then showered off the suds and stepped out of the tub. I got another good glimpse of her naked body while she toweled herself off. "Come on, boy," she said wrapping the towel around her and walking into the bedroom.
