Ians Digital Chastity Pt 01

Day One: The Gift

Ian sat on the edge of the unmade bed, his eyes examining the "gift" his wife presented to him. It was a thin, black, nondescript box with a simple red bow tied around it. Emma stood beside him, tapping her foot in anticipation.

"Come on, open it, already!" Emma said with a smile.

Ian was more than a bit suspicious. In their seven years of marriage, Emma was rarely spontaneous and gifts were only exchanged on birthdays, holidays and anniversaries. Okay, maybe he was late in the exchange on a couple of those occasions, but he always made up for it in the end.

Ian carefully untied the ribbon like he was disarming a bomb then gently lifted the lid.

Inside, nestled in soft velvet, were four metal rings. The smaller two were gun-metal black, the kind you would wear on your fingers. The other two were much larger, rounded like doughnuts and looked like high-tech toys. Both of these had a dozen small LED lights embedded into them, facing inward. The size and shape of the rings gave Ian pause.

"What is this?" Ian asked, picking up the largest of the rings. It was cold, heavy, and he noticed small, rounded, springy knobs between each light, similar to the ones on those fitness devices you wore on your wrist.

"It's called a Dikbit," Emma said. "It's a little something I feel we can use in our relationship. You know, to spice things up."

Ian glanced nervously between the rings and Emma. "Spice things up? If it's what I think it is, it looks... intense."

"Oh, it's more than intense, Ian," Emma said, stepped closer and crossing her arms. "It's control. My control. That's what you want, isn't it? That's what you've been looking at online: female domination, chastity, denial..."

Ian's face flushed. "You--how did you--?"

"Let's just say I did a little browsing of my own," Emma said, a mischievous smile playing across her lips. "And I figured, why not make your fantasies a reality?"

Ian swallowed hard. The thought of Emma knowing his secret desires was mortifying, but the idea of surrendering to her, of having her take charge... He couldn't deny it excited him.

Emma took the ring from his hand and spun it around her finger. "Trust me, Ian. You'll love this."

Ian hesitated. Did he really want to do this? Was their relationship ready for this new direction? Again, he looked at the contents of box, then ring in Emma's hand, then the commanding expression on her face. He then realized he had been holding his breath. Exhaling his doubts, he knew the answer: "Okay. I'm in."

With a look of victory, Emma took a step back from the bed. "Smart choice. Now stand and remove your clothes. All of them."

Emma crossed the room to the nightstand as Ian quickly struggled to disrobe. She returned with a bottle of lube and tapped the ring against it impatiently as Ian appeared to have lost the ability to undress himself.

Tossing the last of his socks onto the bed Ian stood, facing Emma, feeling the breeze from air conditioner chill his exposed skin.

"Finally." Emma sighed as she pumped a generous amount of lube onto the ring then grabbed Ian by balls. Ian grimaced as Emma squeezed hard and pulled him close to her.

"First, the larger ring," Emma said, as she pushed Ian's balls, one at a time, through its center. This was followed by his semi-erect cock. The ring, now at the base of his cock and under his balls, fit snugly with the small knobs making firm contact with his skin.

"Now the second ring," Emma continued, lubing and sliding it down his shaft with a firm but gentle grip. The two rings locked together, trapping his scrotum between them, the finality of the click echoing in Ian's mind. He tugged slightly, testing it, but the rings were secure.

Emma stood back, admiring her handiwork. "Perfect. How does it feel?"

Ian shifted uncomfortably. The rings weren't painful, but there was a constant pressure, a reminder of their presence. "It's... snug."

"As it should be," Emma teased, picking up her phone. "Now, let's see what this baby can do."

Ian watched nervously as Emma scrolled through the Dikbit app, her fingers dancing across the screen. A moment later, Ian felt a gentle tingling sensation around his penis. He gasped, his body reacting immediately to the unexpected stimulation.

Emma smiled broadly as Ian's shaft thickened. "Wow, that's the lowest setting," she said. "Let's see what happens when..."

Ian took a gulp of air, closing his eyes as the tingling intensified, sending jolts of pleasure through him as his erection strained against the rings. "This is amazing, Emma. I don't think I can last much--"

Emma smirked and quickly tapped her phone causing all sensations to stop.

"Wait, what--?"

"Oh, you don't get to decide when you blow," she said. "That's my job now."

"Hey, no fair. You can't leave me hanging. It's been almost two weeks since--

"--Ahhhhh!"

Emma laughed, "That's the Zap feature. It can be used to stop you from cumming," Emma turned her phone facing Ian showing a lightning bolt icon, "or, if you're being overly annoying." Fixing Ian with a challenging stare she hovered her finger over the button.

"Emma, this is--"

"Just the beginning," she interrupted. With a wicked grin she adjusted the settings, and this time Ian felt a slow, rhythmic pulsing that, again, brought him back to the edge, only to stop abruptly once more. His frustration grew, his body aching for release, but the rings were merciless, holding him in a state of constant anticipation.

Emma, clearly enjoying her new toy, trailed her fingers lightly across Ian's chest. "You see, Ian, this is my control. And you... you're going to do everything I say. Do you understand?"

Is this a game or is she serious?, Ian thought. Either way, he knew what his answer must be. "Yes Emma. But, please I can't--"

She shushed him, placing a finger over his lips. "Not yet. We've got all night. Now put those rings on your thumbs."

Ian took the last of the rings from the black box. He noticed that each ring was actually two halves that didn't slip on but rather locked together behind each knuckle. The fit was snug and comfortable, but he quickly realized that they would need to be cut off to be removed as they were too small to slide over the knuckle.

Emma again showed Ian her phone, as she pressed a button labeled, simply, "C."

Ian heard a chirp from the Dikbit. He reached down instinctively to determine its source, but as soon as his fingers brushed the device, a sharp jolt shocked him, causing him to pull back with a yelp.

"You're now in 'chastity mode,'" proclaimed Emma. As long as it's on, you won't be able to touch and do filthy things to yourself.

"Emma, how am I supposed to--"

"You'll now have to sit like a good boy when you pee," she said, as if talking to a child. "There will be no more spattering messes for me to clean and, when it comes to showering... well, we have another mode for that."

Ian was about to ask for clarification when Emma raked her fingernails lightly down his torso.

"Now, let's have a little more fun with you," she said, teasingly. "You see, even though you can't touch yourself, I can."

Emma stepped closer, her hand grabbing the base of Ian's cock, stroking it to a painful hardness before stopping abruptly. Ian's eyes rolled back, a low moan escaping his lips. She stepped away again, reveling in his desperation.

For what felt like hours, Emma toyed with Ian mercilessly, testing the limits of the Dikbit and of Ian. It was a frustratingly cruel calibration with each test putting Ian at the edge of release only take it away by secession or with a jolt of electricity.

Twice, out of desperation, Ian attempted to finish himself off but was no match for the taser-like jolts the device could administer. Worse, Emma treated these attempts as a challenge to her newly-found authority. She would order him to sit, stand, kneel, and even crawl around the room, her hand occasionally gripping him, only to release the moment he was about to spill.

She was a maestro conducting an orchestra of his helplessness.

Finally, thankfully, Emma grew tired of her game. "This is exhausting", Emma said with a jaw-cracking yawn. "Why don't you hop into bed."

Ian did so as Emma stripped off her clothes and straddled Ian's lap, her naked body warm and inviting. He was painfully hard, his breath coming in short gasps. "Emma, please, I need to--"

"No, Ian, you don't need to, you just want to." she mumbled groggily, eyes heavy with sleep. She swiped her phone and Ian saw her wristwatch begin pulsing with light. She then curled up against him, her hand wrapping around his shaft, holding it firmly in her grip. The Dikbit began pulsing in rhythm with the light on her watch.

"Sweet dreams, Ian."

And so, the night went on, with Ian trapped in a cycle of pleasure and denial, his body a prisoner to Emma's unconscious whims. Each time his erection ebbed, and he began to fall into a much-needed sleep, Emma would stir, her grip tightening, sending the Dikbit into another cycle, reminding Ian that she was in control, even in her slumber.

Ian lay there, his mind racing and his body thrumming with unspent desire. He had wanted this--had fantasized about surrendering control to Emma--but now, as he lay helpless under her teasing grip, he realized he had no idea what he had truly gotten himself into. Emma's soft breaths signaled she had drifted into a blissful sleep, while Ian's throbbing frustration kept him wide awake, aching for relief that was no longer his to take.