Sunday 17th May 2015 -- Part 1
Becky knew how to get her own way with me. At first, innocent suggestions were made, then those suggestions would become a little more persuasive, with explanations of how much it would benefit us both, but especially me. Then, stronger hints and teasers would follow, enforcing how it would work so well for us; all designed to urge me to keep her latest plan at the forefront of my mind until, in the end, I was turned on to the idea.
I loved and trusted Becky, and I also loved the teasing, and how she could almost see inside my mind, knowing what I wanted before I'd realised it myself. This latest idea was a big step to take, and had taken longer than most to turn me on to it. But she could tell instinctively I was giving in, she had been on this crusade for about four weeks, and she was now sitting back and waiting for me to come to her. As usual, she had played me to perfection.
We had just finished our Sunday morning breakfast, and while I cleared the table and washed the dishes, Becky went out onto the balcony with a glass of ice cold orange and a magazine. I couldn't help but watch her as she walked through the open patio doors. She always looked so sexy, it mattered little what she wore. Today she had on a pair of denim shorts and a long, scruffy T-shirt that had seen better days.
I was now entering my sixth day in the cage, the sixth of thirteen days; I still had another seven days until Sunday when release would be mine. I was looking forward with desperation to the moment I could release all that pent up sexual frustration. Today and for another week however, I knew I had to be patient and suffer. As I washed up and generally cleaned and tidied the kitchen area of our large, open plan apartment, I realised, I'd finally made my decision about Becky's idea of me watching her have sex with another man.
"David," called Becky, "you're taking ages, leave the dishes if you haven't finished, come and sit with me, it's lovely out here."
I poured a drink for myself and went out to join her.
"You took your time," she scolded.
"I was just deep in thought."
"Very mysterious, and what were you just deep in thought about?"
"You."
She lowered her magazine and looked at me with interest. "Me? How sweet, thinking about your tormenter."
I grinned nervously. What I was about to say was going to have a profound effect on our lives, and even now as I prepared the words, my doubts rose once more. "I've been thinking about your idea and I'm coming round to tentatively liking it."
Becky put down her magazine and a look of concern spread across her face. "But you still have reservations."
"Well, yes I do. Look, Becky, I do trust you, and I know you said I have little to fear..."
"Little to fear? No, David, you have nothing to fear. Only the fear of unquenchable frustration." She sat forward in her chair enthusiastically. "I can absolutely guarantee you have no reason to worry about this. I'm doing this for us. I can think of no better way to take our tease and denial games further. We would be totally using another man."
"And if you started to get attached to him?"
"Don't you understand, David, I love you and I will never feel the same about another man, I promise you."
My wife was very convincing, and I could imagine also just how cruel she would be if and when this scenario came into being.
"Suppose we tried it and I didn't like it?"
"No problem, we wouldn't do it again." There was a moment of silence while we explored each other's faces before Becky continued: "Do you remember the time I had, and still have, for that matter, the desire to give you a good caning?"
"Yes, I remember it well. You came home one afternoon with a swishy school cane." I grinned at the memory.
"You agreed to try it out, so I tied you face down on the bed, naked as I remember. Nice pink, smooth, exposed buttocks just waiting to be whipped. Do you remember what happened?"
"Of course I do, it was one of the most painful experiences of my life," I answered.
"You were such a wimp," Becky teased. "I gave you one little stroke with the cane..."
"The pain was absolutely excruciating," I objected.
"I remember how you nearly cried. You tried to get out of your bindings to stop me giving you another but you couldn't move. You were so helpless, poor babe." Becky laughed as she recalled the memory. "You pleaded with me not to give you another stroke. But you looked so helpless and naked, your poor arse with a little red line across it where the cane landed. I had to try so hard to stop myself from carrying on."
"Excuse me," I protested. "I think you did carry on, if you remember you gave me another one, harder than the first."
Becky innocently shrugged her shoulders. "Ok, I suppose I did," she conceded, "but, just the one, mmm yes, I did enjoy that second one. But the point I'm making is that after that one extra stroke, I never caned you again because you didn't want me to. That's how it would be with another man. You know I won't do it again if you really don't want me to."
She was correct, she knew I hated the cane, and never pressed the matter again, but it was hard to give that final commitment, and I paused while I thought some more. Becky waited for that confirmation with expectancy.
"I want you to be sure, David, because it may happen quicker than you think, and if I organise it with someone, I don't want to let them down. If you definitely agree and want to go ahead, just so I can be sure that you really want this to happen, I want you to voluntarily add a little extra time on to your current tease."
I looked at Becky in disbelief. "What? Why? You want me to wait longer for release? As a reward, you should be releasing me earlier for agreeing."
"I know it's a strange request, but look at it this way, if I offered to release you earlier, it would look like bribery, and you may only be agreeing to do it to get early release. By volunteering to wait longer, you are confirming your desire to take the next step."
