Dressing for the occasion.
For the first time in my life I'd had sexual contact with another woman, my sister-in-law. To make it even more strange, my wife Jenny had been watching, had instructed me to please her sister, had used me like a toy. I had sat listening while the two of them discussed and planned for my wife to have sex with my brother-in-law. I had been forced to order and pay for who knows what from a sex-toy website. I had been reduced to the status of pet.
My feelings were in turmoil. I was so turned on by being controlled and in a sense being the centre of so much sexual attention and yet I was being degraded, reduced to less than a man, an object of derision. Why was I still so turned on?
After Laura left our apartment, my wife actually spoke to me nicely, using my real name, Simon. She explained to me that she realised now that she had been sexually frustrated and thanked me for forcing her to open her mind up to other possibilities. She went on to tell me that she had never enjoyed sex with me very much and had blamed herself but now she thought it was probably because I wasn't good enough for her, that my penis was too small. I wasn't manly enough. She praised me for being good at oral sex and told me she was proud of me for making Laura feel so good.
Then, she reminded me of the video she had taken yesterday and told me that she had also videoed me going down on her sister. If I didn't want my mother to see those videos, I must be her obedient puppy, doing exactly as she ordered. I should have been able to stand up to her, to say "what the hell" if my mother knew but I was still terrified of my mother, I can't explain why. She then told me that part of the deal was that I could forget about going out to work, I could stay at home forever and serve her. She earned enough to keep us both anyway.
So, given the trouble I would have to go through to escape and given how sexy it was to be so controlled, I agreed with the "new marriage contract" she proposed. She said she would write it out properly and we would both sign it tomorrow. Then she told me she was going to bed, that she would be trying out some of the toys I had bought her and that I should sleep on the couch. She reminded me I was henceforth forbidden to play with myself unless she instructed me to. This was the hardest part. How was I supposed to not wank when I knew she was laying in bed pleasuring herself with the rabbit vibrator I gave her?
That night I tossed and turned but I didn't masturbate. In fact I didn't masturbate for the next three days though I constantly wanted to. It is strange how being forbidden to do something makes you think about it the whole time. My pants were now constantly wet as my cock was leaking pre-cum the whole day long. I just could not stop thinking about sex.
Friday came and Jen went off to work as usual. I sat down at the table with my laptop, browsing through the news when there was a ring on the entry phone buzzer. I dashed to pick up the receiver and as I expected it was a delivery boy. I went down to the main door of our apartment block and was stunned at the size of the box he handed over. "Shit!" I thought "how much is this costing me?"
I carried the box back to the apartment. I was desperate to open it and see what my wife had in store for me but she had made it clear that was forbidden. I had signed our new marriage contract which transferred all my belongings to Jenny. I had given her the passwords to my online banking and credit card accounts and she had changed the passwords so I could no longer access them. I was helpless. I had not even a penny in loose change so I couldn't even hop on a bus if I wanted to escape. There was worse to come when Jenny got home.
"Hello love. Good day?" I asked as I took her coat.
"Not bad. Glad it's the weekend. Has my parcel arrived yet?" was the response. Again she avoided my attempt at kissing her.
"Umm, yes, it's in the kitchen. It's quite large. What on Earth have you ordered." I asked
Without answering Jenny kicked off her shoes and walked to the kitchen. She stood at the table and said "Oh, goodie. Now the fun really starts. Make me a cup of coffee puppy. Then take all those silly clothes off." I wasn't going to resist. My beautiful wife was about to open a big box of sex toys and she wanted me naked. No masturbating for three days, I was up for anything.
When I returned to the kitchen, I poured her coffee and handed it to her. "Right" she said "Let's get the party started. Put your hands behind your back." I must have looked quite silly standing up straight with my hands behind my back, my cock already standing proudly to attention. She had already opened the box and found the first item she needed. She stepped behind me and I felt the cold steel of handcuffs hearing the crunch as they closed on first one wrist then the other. "Good puppy." she said without looking at me.
She took a few sips of her coffee then produced a shiny steel cock-cage from inside the box. She stood studying the little sheet of instructions for a minute then looked at my cock and declared. "I don't know if this is too big for you. Maybe I should have bought a smaller one."
"What's that?" I asked.
"It's your chastity device. It's to stop you from wanking. I don't trust you."
"but..." I started to speak but she cut me off.
"Have you forgotten the contract? I own you now and you will do EXACTLY as I say. Now, stand still, do not move and from now on, you do not speak unless I ask you something or tell you to. IS THAT CLEAR?"
It was beginning to sink in that this was going further than I had planned. It took Jenny a few minutes to work out how to assemble and disassemble the cock-cage. Then she started fitting it to my cock and balls. "This won't do." she said at last "It won't work if you've got a hard-on. How do I get rid of your erection?" she asked.
"Umm, usually by wanking. It goes down after I come."
