**This story was inspired by 'The Cum Chip' by WickedWendy and 'My implantation appointment' by pifan. It's set in a world where women are dominant over men and control their sexual activity using a chip and a remote control. Like most of my work, it's quite extreme. Nothing I'd ever want to do in real life. It's rough and mean and sometimes violent. It's one of those fantasies that can't bear the light of day. If you're not into that, don't read on. If you are... Enjoy. **
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It had been two weeks since the chip had been implanted. Angela had been generous. She understood my reluctance and because she wanted me to be happy, she granted me a smooth transition. I had heard of many men who had been completely enslaved by their wives from the moment they went through the change. My friend Dave hadn't been allowed to cum for two years, until he finally learned to obey without question. Only then had his wife taken 'pity': she'd made him cum, suddenly and violently, right in the middle of a business meeting. He laughed it off when he told me the story, but my face had burned with shame at the thought of being given such a treatment.
Angela wasn't as cruel as that. Though I resented being forced into sexual slavery, I know she had put it off as long as society would allow, even though she had been looking forward to it for a long time.
The past two weeks had been quite normal. Though the chip was in, Angela had hardly touched the buttons at all. She had only taken away my ability to cum through masturbation, and knowing that I wouldn't be able to cum anyway, I hadn't been much inclined to try. Only once, when I woke up with a hard-on, had I tried jerking off in the shower, but the chip worked perfectly. Stroke, push and grind as I may, the orgasm remained just out of reach. I gave up after twenty minutes of insane edging, then got out of the shower, fell onto the bed and breathed slowly while I waited for my boner to go down.
Angela had flushed with excitement as I sullenly told her the story that evening.
Today would be the first day we would go beyond. She was going to start controlling me through the remote. I wasn't happy, but she promised she'd be gentle. The devilish grin while she said that, had made me uneasy.
The first sign that something was different, came when I was grocery shopping. I suddenly experienced a tingling sensation down my spine and wondered whether that was Angela playing with the remote, or just a random thing. I continued shopping, but became hypersensitive to any changes down there. I wasn't getting a hard-on, but the fabric of my boxer shorts was rubbing against me in a rather stimulating way. I told myself it was just because I was so aware now, but by the time I reached the check-out counter, I knew it was Angela. I was very slowly, but very certainly, getting an erection. My first instinct was to find a way to calm myself down. However, Angela had a remote, so I wouldn't be calming down before she would let me. I decided to wait it out and quickly went home.
By the time I had closed the door behind me, my dick was straining against my pants, begging to be stroked. I resisted the urge, knowing it wouldn't bring me any relief in the end, took off my shorts and jeans and changed into loose pants in order to relieve some of the pressure. I switched on the TV to distract myself, but my mind kept looping back to sex and every minute or so, I was hit by an intense wave of arousal that made my dick jump a bit. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly whenever that happened. I tried telling myself I was handling it well, when in reality I knew that the waves were coming and going at Angela's will. I wondered when she'd be home, and whether she would allow me to cum.
