Background...
Claire Fordham, 46, had married her husband Gerald, 52, twenty years ago. At that time she was a junior office worker, whilst he owned a small insurance brokerage.
As time went on, Claire's obvious managerial talents were recogonised, and successive promotions led eventually to a senior board position with a very high salary package. Meanwhile, Gerald's business failed. Seven years ago, the couple agreed that her income would more than satisfy their needs, while he became a 'house husband'.
Claire encouraged Gerald to learn useful domestic skills on several training courses, and was more than satisfied with the new arrangements. Of course, they could easily have afforded to hire domestic staff, but Claire reasoned that it was important for her husband to make a meaningful contribution to their existence.
Their 'love life' had never been particularly successful, and indeed, had dwindled in recent years to almost zero. Gerald contented himself with furtive masturbation to online porn...made easier when they (she) decided they would sleep in separate rooms (to ease the pressure on Claire's busy, high profile career).
Claire was still an attractive woman who knew that she needed her appearance to match her corporate status. She now invested much time and money on her hair, beauty and wardrobe. It was no surprise that she began to attract the attentions of powerful male colleagues and contacts.
Five years ago, she had embarked on several casual affairs...eventually confronting Gerald with this reality. There were arguments of course, but Claire held all the cards. She admitted that she was still fond of him, but threatened to leave, unless he accepted his position as a willing cuckold.
Gerald was forced to agree to a total cessation of sexual contact between them...and later, the wearing of a locked steel chastity cage.
More recently...
Claire stepped out of her Mercedes car and carefully adjusted her tight skirt before walking up the path to her home. It had been another busy but profitable day at the office, but as usual, her appearance remained immaculate.
The large front door swung open as she approached. (One of Gerald's household duties!)
Once inside, Claire was surprised that her husband came close and began speaking in a desperate tone...
"Darling...forgive me, but, I...I can't take this any more. The cuckolding, the chastity...its driving me insane...I want us to go back to normal."
Claire took this outburst quite calmly. She removed her coat and gloves and as usual handed them to Gerald.
"Hang these up darling, then come into the drawing room. We can sit down and have a nice honest discussion...OK?"
Gerald deposited her things in the entrance cloakroom and scuttled into the room where his beautiful wife had arranged herself elegantly, sitting on the grand sofa.
Claire patted the space at her side. "Come along, Gerald. sit here, beside me."
He did as she suggested...noting the soft sheen of her crossed nyloned legs.
"Now, Gerald...tell me all about it..."
"I just feel that I've had enough of the restrictions, the humiliation, the isolation...the way you take me for granted. I want us to go back to being a normal married couple...or...I've made up my mind...I intend to leave you!"
Claire gave a little smile of condescension. "That was quite a brave speech, Gerald. I am impressed! I know things are difficult for you...but that keeps me happy. You always said that was your main priority. Oh...by the way, today I wore those fully fashioned nylons you bought for me on the internet...the barely black ones...that was so thoughtful."
She lifted the hem of her skirt a few inches and re-crossed her long legs to show off the stockings. "Do you like them, darling?"
Gerald was mesmerised. This was the most intimate moment he had experienced with his wife for months. "Yes...yes...they are so lovely...on your beautiful legs"
"Many men would give anything to sit next to me like this...to ogle my sexy legs and having perverted thoughts...just like you now...such a lucky boy...isn't that right?"
Gerald blushed...but remained silent.
Claire reached towards Gerald's pants and began to unzip them. "Here, darling, lets make you more comfortable".
With his help, she managed to pull down his trousers to his thighs, revealing his tiny, imprisoned genitals.
"How long is it since you have been unlocked, darling?"
Gerald thought for a moment..."about 14 weeks"
