Chapter Two - Day 2: Atonement
Ian stood by the door, admiring his wife as she gathered her things for work. He truly wondered what she saw in him. Though a year older, at 29, most people assumed she was four years Ian's junior. She was amazingly fit, worked out daily and was rewarded for it with long perfectly-toned legs, firm butt and tall athletic frame. She was also blessed with flawless, olive skin that accentuated her mesmerizing, green eyes.
Of course, anyone who knew them as a couple would instantly tell you Emma drove their relationship. She had a confidence about her that commanded respect and admiration.
Bending over to slip into her pumps, Emma's tight black dress accentuated her ass in a way that sparked feelings in Ian's loins that he found impossible to ignore. Add in the gentle sway of her breasts, the fall of her shoulder length, wavy brown hair across her model-perfect face and Ian felt the blood rush to his manhood.
Ian's eyes fell on the large bulge in his boxer briefs, a result not just of Emma's shapely form, but of the metal rings that snugly gripped his most sensitive parts: the Dikbit, a constant reminder of the new dynamics in their relationship.
Emma turned to him, noted his attention, and with a teasing smile, adjusted her skirt. "Remember, Ian," she said, "it's against the rules for you to touch yourself until I get home. And make sure you pee sitting down from now on--I don't want any messes to clean up."
Emma reached for her car keys and stopped. "Oh, and don't leave the house without my permission."
Ian nodded, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation. "Yes, Emma."
"Good boy," she said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out the door. As the sound of her car faded into the distance, Ian was left alone with his thoughts and the relentless pressure of the Dikbit.
He shuffled to the bathroom, the metal rings tugging at his manhood with every step. The device felt heavier than usual, its presence a constant reminder of his predicament. He couldn't shake the irritation of the previous evening, and he decided to investigate the limits of the Dikbit.
Just then, the rings sent tingling electrical pulses into the base of his shaft causing an involuntary erection. Emma was likely laughing in her car as she pressed the "T" button on her app that would drive him to the edge, then stop short of giving him release.
Knowing he would have to suffer her torments throughout the day, he decided not to bother wearing anything but a T-shirt and dropped his briefs to the floor.
Ian examined the Dikbit more closely using the handle of a toothbrush so as not to touch the device. The two thick metal rings were unmistakable: the larger one encased his penis and balls, while the smaller ring fit snugly around his shaft, locking into the larger one below and trapping his scrotum and testicles between the two.
This made it impossible for him to remove the device without destroying his balls. Worse, while in "chastity mode" any attempt to touch or stimulate himself with his hands resulted in a painful shock. Emma preferred to keep it in this mode at all times.
Ian knew that there must be a way to remove the Dikbit but there was no apparent release mechanism. The only break in the shiny chrome rings were four tiny magnets that the charger snapped into--something he was required to do daily. Ian could also see LED lights that displayed his sexual status: green for flaccid, yellow for erect and red for "on edge." Currently, both the green and yellow were lit as the tingling pulses on the device had ceased, and he was now semi-hard.
Shortly after the LED switched to green, Ian felt the pulses again, giving the pleasureful promise of an erection combined with uncomfortable pressure from both his prostate and balls. While fun and exciting at first, he feared that if this went on much longer, something would have to break.
Ian marched over to Emma's nightstand and grabbed her vibrator. He hesitated, glancing at the device that kept him in constant denial. His thoughts reflected on Emma's parting words, but he rationalized that, technically, he wouldn't be touching himself. She also didn't say that cumming was
against
the rules and, at nearly two weeks from his last orgasm, he desperately needed release.
With a deep breath, he activated the vibrator and pressed it against his throbbing cock. The sensation was intense, almost putting him over the edge instantly. But so was the warning: a loud buzzing noise erupted from the Dikbit, followed by a searing shock every five seconds that made Ian flinch and gasp.
"Damn it!" he hissed, trying to regain control as he fought against the relentless shocks. His efforts were in vain; each time he got close to orgasm, the buzzing and shock returned, forcing him to relent and go flaccid. It was a cruel cycle, one that left him both aroused and with blue balls.
Ian was also exhausted. Emma had kept a firm grip on his cock all last night which allowed him little chance for rest. What he needed was several morning beers so he could sleep through Emma's random, erection-producing game.
With a heavy sigh, Ian dragged himself to the fridge, opened the door and stared in disbelief.
"Where's my beer?!" he shouted to the empty house. Slowly, he realized that Emma had replaced his case of Coors with a six-pack of kombucha.
Ian steamed. Playing with a man's penis was one thing; taking his beer was beyond the pale and, undoubtedly the cause of wars in many Germanic countries.
"Fuck this," Ian muttered as he grabbed his wallet, threw on a pair of shorts and set off to the local corner store. He made it no further than his front walkway when he heard a loud siren, and a voice emanating from his crotch:
"WARNING. Dikbit is outside of the modem's range. The submissive is to return immediately... WARNING. Dikbit is..."
Ian was left frozen in disbelief and indecision. That is until he felt the violent shock to his groin. "FUCK!" Ian shouted as ran-waddled quickly back into the house.
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