[Femdom, husband, non-consensual, cross-dressing, submissive, male chastity, orgasm denial, BDSM, cane, whip, punishment.]
copyright (c) Bridget707 2024 -- Bridget Stacey
"So, Bobbie's been abstinent for three months already," I continued, "haven't you love?"
"Y-yes darling, that's right," he said, his face turning red with embarrassment, as Debbie observed Bobbie over her gently-steaming cup of coffee.
We were sitting at a table by the window in the coffee shop, which was about half full. Bobbie was hoping none of the people sitting nearby could hear.
"And tell Debbie how much longer you have to go," I instructed my husband.
"N-nine more months, Miss," answered Bobbie. I had told him to always address my girlfriends as "Miss" as a mark of respect in private conversations, even if they were married, as Debbie was.
"And who's fault is all this?" I said, sipping my own coffee.
"It's my fault darling, for coming up with such a silly suggestion to you," Bobbie responded.
Bobbie did not have a coffee, in the circumstances I hadn't allowed him one.
"Gosh Bridget," said Debbie, looking at me, "so how did it come to this, and how do you make it work between you?"
"Well," I replied, it's probably best if Bobbie tells you himself, since he brought up the subject originally, right Bobbie?"
"Y-yes darling, of course," Bobbie replied, still blushing. He knew that Debbie was one of his wife's best friends and that they shared all their secrets, but still he hesitated.
"Come on Bobbie," added Debbie, "don't be shy, you would be surprised how much I already know about you, including how small your penis is!"
Bobbie blushed even more deeply, as he recognized that Debbie must know more about his peculiarities and foibles than he would ever want, and he wondered how many other women she shared such details with.
Judging by the way the slightly older woman sitting at the next table shifted her chair slightly towards them, cokes her ear and stopped typing on her mobile phone, one additional woman already knew about the small size of Bobbie's 'cockie' as I sometimes referred to it.
"Well Miss, it was like this. I asked Bridget one day whether we could try male orgasm denial, or 'male chastity' as it is sometimes called, and suggested that we could perhaps try a week or two of, er, you know, no penetrative sex or orgasms for me, as I thought that would be exciting.
And then Bridget asked me how that could possibly work well for her? She said that would be tough on her as she very much enjoyed sex. So I told her that I could make her cum in other ways while not having an orgasm myself...
... but, having pondered for a few minutes, Bridget told me that although she thought the whole idea was ridiculous, she would do it with me: but on her terms and her terms only... "
Bobbie paused.
"And, so what were Bridget's terms, Bobbie?" asked Debbie.
The woman at the nearby table listened ever more intently, while seemingly gazing out of the window at the streetlife outside.
"Bridget said that, yes, she would agree to my request Miss, but only for a long, twelve-month period, and during that time she would let me sleep with her, in our big king-size bed; but subject to certain conditions."
"Such as...?" queried Debbie.
"Well, such as me wearing knickers and a nightdress every night, as I believe she has already told you about...?"
"Yes, Bobbie, Bridget has told me you wear girls' pants... although she hasn't mentioned the nightie... "
"And my knickers would have to be those high-waisted body-control pants, to keep my 'little cockie' firmly under control during the night..."
"Hmm, interesting... " observed Debbie.
"And I would be allowed no touching nor any body contact at all with Bridget for the whole year... "
"Wow, that's a cool idea Bridget!" noted Debbie.
