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Sexually Inadequate Husbands: Masturbator's Meatup Pt. 2

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Melanie was a new employee in marketing, part of the corporate expansion that gave Luke his chance at promotion. About 27, she had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a straight nose, large lips usually emphasized by bright red lipstick. Medium breasts topped a slender figure. She usually wore skirts, sometimes quite short ones. Her slender calves supported strong thighs a bit too muscular to be called slim. Known to be single, she flirted with the young men who frequently found excuses to ask her opinion on any subject under the sun. Flirted, but no dates.

The corporate expansion had taken several employees into a new suite of offices. Luke’s cube, adjacent to Melanie’s, had a faulty joint at a corner. A work order remained unfilled.

A week earlier, Luke volunteered to chair a committee planning a charity event. He arranged with Julie to work late on this. Conflicting deadlines pushed the work to Friday, a week after the Meatup, his 13th day of unwavering obedience to Julie. Anticipating success, curiosity led him to wonder why the program for premature ejaculation was so humiliating and exciting at the same time.

Exiting with the 5:30 rush, Luke went to a bar for a drink and happy hour food. He let himself in to the office with his key and wound his way through the maze to his cube, first detouring to the printer to pick up a job he’d sent. Thus, he approached his cube from opposite to the direct route. The reduced lighting and nearly complete silence encouraged Luke to saunter, enjoying the quiet where all was usually bustling.

The only sound grew louder as he neared his destination. Melanie, talking on the phone. Not wishing to interrupt, Luke silently slipped into his seat. He couldn’t help but overhear.

“...going to meet me in the cocktail bar across from work, so why bother going home?” Pause.

“No, I brought clothes. Come to think of it, my cube has more room than the bathroom. I’ll change here.” Pause.

“Not yet, but tonight’s the night. With what I’m going to put on, he won’t have a chance, not that I expect actual resistance. I want him all keyed up with desire. I may just have a little pre-party for myself. I’ve got plenty of time, and there’s no one here. I checked.”

Luke’s eyes widened. What the guys in the office would give to see this. Could he see it? Luke wasted no time considering whether he should reveal his presence. Instead, he inspected the seam between the two cubicles. A tiny gap at the top of the panels gradually widened to a bit more than an inch at the bottom. A chair rolling and the sound of a long zipper sliding came from Melanie’s cube. Luke reached for his mirror and placed it against one wall, twisting and turning it. There!

Melanie stood, her chair pushed back to panel opposite her desk. An open garment bag hung next to the entrance to her cubicle. Luke quickly panned the mirror, discovering his view, though always narrow, could take in most of the tiny office if he twisted the mirror properly. Grinning, he carefully leaned on his desk, getting the best view.

Melanie unbuttoned her dark blue blouse. Untucking it, she whisked it off, tossing it toward her desk. Her breasts filled the cups of a lace-trimmed, white bra. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, throwing it with her blouse. Tan pantyhose partially concealed a pair of high-cut briefs emphasizing the power of her thighs.

Luke’s cock bulged his pants. He couldn’t believe his luck. Careful to avoid all sound, he rubbed himself through his pants. Damn the shutter sound of my phone’s camera, he thought. Love to show the guys picture proof.

Melanie whisked off her panties and pantyhose and discarded them with the other garments. She turned her back, affording Luke a view of her curvy, wide behind, full cheeks jutting. She retrieved a package from the garment bag and sat down on her chair to open it. A new pair of black lace top thigh highs emerged. Melanie bent each leg in turn and pulled the rolled nylon over her heels, paying them out, standing to smooth the material over her upper legs and snapping the elastic for fit.

Luke enjoyed a nearly perfect view of her pussy. Fully shaved, each of her four lips showed distinctly. He rubbed his cock faster, still aware of the need of absolute silence. I better not get caught, or its bye-bye promotion, maybe job. Probably shouldn’t have done this. Oh, well. Here I am.

Melanie again turned her back, holding a pair of panties and another bra when she returned. She lay the two wispy garments over the back of her chair and unfastened her bra.

Firm, round enough to impart a feeling of abundance, they bounced a bit as Melanie tossed the bra to the other workaday clothes. She paused a moment, hefting her breasts, squeezed them and sat down with her legs spread.

Luke saw her pussy, now with lips parted, framed by the lace of her stockings. Damn, wish I could whip it out, he thought. Wait ‘til she leaves!

Melanie fondled her right breast with her left hand while her right stroked her lips. She sighed and lay back against her chair. After a few moments, first one, then a second finger slid into her damp pussy. She worked the fingers in and out, closing her eyes and moaning softly. She plunged her fingers in and out rapidly, hips getting into the action as well. Her left hand flowed down her body until the first two fingers slipped under her hood.

Immediately, Melanie’s arousal leaped. Ragged breathing filled the air. “Eric, Eric, Eric! I’m gonna fuck your brains out tonight! Yes! Yes! Fuck your brains! Fuck your big, stiff cock!”

She arched her back, her cries incoherent. With a sigh, she relaxed and let her fingers slip from her pussy. She breathed hard a few seconds, smiling contentedly. “I needed that,” she muttered. She fastened a low slung, underwire bra with the straps far toward her shoulders.

Luke, thankful that her loud cries and gasps overwhelmed his suppressed noises, raised his eye brows as he saw what the bra did for Melanie. Her breasts rose high on her chest, with distinctly rounded tops, and pushed together by the side panels.

She bent forward, affording him a view deep down her cleavage, as she stepped into her panties. She stood to draw them up her thighs. Snapped into place, they proved to be a transparent black thong, transparent everywhere except where a curious male would most wish to look.

Again, Melanie reached into the garment bag, tugging out a maroon dress. She stepped into it, tugged it up over her hips, wriggling with unconscious seductiveness as she cleared the narrow waist over her wide hips.

Luke wondered what she was up to as she squirmed (not that he minded!) about, evidently searching with her fingers for something behind her.

The object of her struggles became obvious. She had a string looped through the zipper pull. Luke watched in admiration as she zipped herself into the sexy, form-fitting garment. The tight, elasticized hem came to mid thigh as she stood, and her breasts bulged out of the low bustline

With a triumphant smile, she pulled one end of the string, balling it up as it came, and throwing it back in the garment bag. She slid forward on her seat, causing Luke to hastily adjust the mirror. His next clear view showed her zipping up a pair of spike heeled knee high boots that matched her dress.

Damn, Eric’s one lucky dude. If I had a date with that, I’d be unfaithful to Julie.

In the adjacent cube, Melanie took out several small containers, placing them out of Luke’s view on her desk. She leaned forward, remaining in that position. Luke figured she was touching up her make-up. Further viewing would yield little eroticism for a maximum risk, so he removed the mirror and sat unmoving, silent, waiting for her to leave, his straining penis demanding relief.

At last, he heard her putting her make up away, straightening up a few other items, then the receding tap, tap, tap of her stiletto heels as she headed for the elevator. To Luke, rubbing his cock through his pants, the elevator seemed slower than ever, but at last he heard her tap her way into the car and the door close.

“Finally!” he burst out, standing to get his pants around his ankles. Not since the first time he and Julie went to bed together had his desires been so long delayed before indulgence. He sank to the chair.

Luke did not hesitate. Tightly grasping his cock, he flicked his thumb over his cockhead with each upstroke.

Three upstrokes is all it took. He sprayed and squirted, his cum flying through the air, falling back on his thighs and belly. His cries of pleasure devolved to a plaintive cry of disappointment. Melanie worked him up to the point that he lasted less than a half a minute. Never had he felt so deprived because of a quick cum.

As he dejectedly wiped his copious cum from his body, suddenly a worse thought struck him. He’d blown his chance to graduate from being a chronic masturbator to the threatening yet intriguing premature evocator program, which he could no longer deny he needed. He had no choice but to confess to the woman he loved. Living a lie with her was not an option. He told himself, confess and face the consequences, you stupid fool.

Luke pulled the car into the garage, taking a moment to draw a deep breath and get mentally prepared for the coming ordeal. He entered the kitchen, to find Julie, in slacks and a tee shirt covered by an apron, putting the finish touches on a salad.

She turned and went toward him. “Hi, hon, how was... What’s wrong, Luke?”

He hung his head. “I’m so ashamed, Julie.”

She glared at him, arms akimbo. After a few disgusted sniffs, she said, “Well, we still gotta eat. Put the burritos from the fridge in the microwave. Besides, it looks like we both need sustenance, me for strength, you for endurance.”

After a brief, tense, silent dinner, they went to the living room. “You masturbated, correct, Lukas?”

“Yes, dear, I did. I...”

“Bring down the bench.”

“Yes, dear.”

He had the bench in the center of the living room in record time. Without being asked, he arrayed the punishment implements on the coffee table.

Julie sat in her favorite recliner and pointed to the floor close by to her right. “Kneel. Confess.”

Luke shamefacedly described his observation of Melanie’s stripping and masturbating as well as her sexy appearance for her date. His narrative held many pauses as he tried to find the words to take responsibility.

Julie listened with ever-mounting disgust, horror, and anger, glaring incessantly, breathing addible.

“...and then, as soon as I heard the elevator door close, I...I masturbated. Julie, I’m sorry, so sorry. But I did realize something about myself and you’ll be glad I did.”

“Unlikely. What?”

“Well, I came so fast I didn’t really enjoy masturbating. I realized I definitely need the premature ejaculator training. Can’t deny it any more.”

Julie’s response terrified Luke. She simply stared, jaw open, looking at him as though she’d never seen him before and might not care to see him again. He fearfully met her gaze for a moment, then he stared at the floor.

“I can’t bear the sight of you now, Lukas. Go wait in your shop until I send for you. Think about every thing you did wrong.”

“Yes, Julie.” Luke slunk off.

Julie sat several minutes, then paced, sometimes muttering under her breath. “Little shit!” “Risked so much.” “Is he trying? ‘Cause if not...” “Notices it with a girl in the office, but not with me.” “Is it really just obtuseness? Must be, otherwise he would attribute his big revelation to me. The whole thing is unbelievable.”

She paced some more, slowing after a few minutes. “I’ll see it through, but never again!” She took a pad and pen from the kitchen junk drawer, poured herself a glass of wine, returning to her chair as she sipped. Partway through, she opened the cellar door. “Get up here.”

A cringing Luke sidled into the room.

“Fill a sports bottle. You’re going to need it.”

“Yes, Julie.” He filled the bottle and stood where she’d had him kneel earlier. “Shall I bend over the bench, Julie?”

She shook her head. “Kneel.”

“You already told me what you did; now tell me each way you did wrong.”

Luke barely met her eyes. “Yes, Julie. I should have told Melanie I was there or made a noise or something. I shouldn’t have spied on her ‘cause I might have got caught.”

Julie made a note on her pad.

Luke’s eyes followed her every move.

“Go on.”

“Even after she left, I could have called you or Dave for support in not yielding.”

“Did you even consider either?”

“I have to admit I did not.”

“What else did you do wrong?”

“I masturbated without asking for permission. Please, Julie...”

“Shut up! I don’t quite know where to begin. This is serious, Lukas, very serious. I considered divorce, Lukas, and I might still. Be warned! It seems too severe to be corrected with a spanking, but you’ll get that and more, never fear.

“If I ever needed proof of female superiority, or of men’s abject slavery to their sex desires, you just provided it. Which aspect of what you did strikes you as most out of control?

“Direct disobedience, Julie, masturbating without attempting to gain control or reach you.”

“Really? It never occurred to you how much you risked by spying on the girl? What do you think, she would have laughed it off if she’d caught you? In the politically correct corporate world? At the very least you risked your promotion, but also your job. Your career rep would suffer, and I gather it never occurred to you that what you did was a criminal act and you could have been arrested? That never entered your mind?”

“No, I gotta admit I was so fascinated I didn’t think.”

“Faugh! You’re a little shit, you know that?”

Luke hung his head.

Julie took several deep breaths. “Lukas. Listen to me. I will not tolerate any incident as severe as this one again. If you do anything, anything at all, that could result in criminal charges, we’re through, do you understand? Grow up. Learn some self-control.”

Luke’s voice quavered as he said, “Yes, Julie.”

“And that grand revelation, that you cum too soon, you recognize that when you spray after playing the voyeur, but never in the years of our marriage? It took depriving yourself of extending the pleasure of a once-in-a-lifetime, illicit encounter to get you to finally realize you cum too fast every time? Faugh! You disgust me. Bend over that bench!”

“Yes, Julie.”

She strapped him in, still lecturing. “Discipline spanking can serve two purposes. Punishing the wrongdoer, and expiating the justified anger of a wronged party. Well, I feel very wronged, and I feel it’s unlikely my anger will be totally assuaged by one beating. You may expect to be over the bench for several days to come.”

“Yes, Julie. You’re right, I deserve everything I get.”

“Blah, blah, blah. Deeds, not words. Action, not remorse.” With that, she took up the wooden paddle and lit into him hard and fast. Slam! Slam! Alternate cheeks, both cheeks, Julie kept up the onslaught until Luke’s cheeks and upper thighs reddened and Luke howled.

“Julie! Please! It hurts soo much! I’m sorry, Julie, my love. OW! Please, Julie, please, a short break. Please grant me some relief! Oh!”

At last, Julie paused, out of breath.

Luke’s moans contained barely understandable thanks.

Breath recovered, Julie took up the cane and swished it through the air a few times.

The ominous sound terrified Luke. “Oh, please, not yet, Jul...Yeow!”

Julie caned as she’d paddled — fast and furious. She liked the cane because of the sharp pain it induced, for Luke’s vociferous reactions, and for its light weight. Luke’s begging quickly lost all coherence, deteriorating to wordless howls and cries.

In her fury, Julie didn’t count her blows, but she thrilled to the sight of the developing weals criss-crossing Luke from his upper thighs to the high arcs of his cheeks.

Luke’s squirming rocked the spanking bench, a new reaction. His screams filled the air.

Three blows landed on the lower half of his cheeks in rapid succession. Luke’s useless, frantic struggles rocked the bench so much that Julie was concerned it might fall over. With a sigh, she put down the cane.

Luke’s screams and howls subsided to groans. Soon, words came. “Thank you, Julie. That was very severe, but I deserved every bit. I thank you for what comes tomorrow in advance.”

“Oh, you think we’re done for the night? Have you got another think coming. You’re just getting started. And I don’t think you’ll like the grand finale at all, at all, even though it won’t hurt a bit.” She laughed aloud, a humorless, threatening laugh.

Luke felt a sinking sensation in his stomach. What’s she got in store for me, he wondered.

“Don’t go away,” Julie laughed, and left him. She returned from the kitchen right away, and knelt, releasing Luke’s left hand. She gave him some instructions, and handed him his phone. “Put it on speaker.”

Resigned, his voice still shaky, Luke dialed Dave.

“Hi, buddy. How’s it hanging?”

“Limp and ashamed.”

“What do you mean, Luke? Tempted to disobey? I hope it’s not too late.”

“’Fraid so.”

“OK, too bad, but what’s done is done. Tell me about it. Does Julie know yet?”

“Yes, she’s right here listening. I’m still tied to the bench, and I’m still in a lot of pain.”

“A little late to be calling me. So what happened?”

“I overheard this beautiful co-worker on the phone to her friend plan a seduction for her date tonight. When she got off the phone, I spied on her as she played with herself and put on a very sexy outfit and left. You can imagine what I did.”

“Oh, brother. You could have been fired or arrested.”

“That’s what Julie says. I’ve never been beaten so hard.”

“Look, buddy, I have a dick, too, so I understand the temptations of a once in a lifetime opportunity as much as you do. But risking your job and arrest? Sheesh.”

“Yeah, I agree, now. Anyhow, Julie told me cancel our bike ride tomorrow. She’s not done with me.”

“Nor should she be. You really blew it, my friend.”

During this conversation, Julie went to the kitchen, soon returning with a full ice bucket and a small bowl.

Luke, puzzled, took in the items as he said, “You’re right, Dave. I’m in for it and I deserve it.”

Julie took the phone and exchanged a few words with Steph and Dave, then rang off.

“Release yourself.”

Luke worked the buckles, dreading the unknown punishment to come. When he stood free, Julie, swishing the cane from time to time, had him carry the bucket and bowl to the spare bedroom.

“You’ll sleep here until further notice. Do you need to pee or anything?”

“Yes, Julie. Thank you for thinking of my needs at a time like this.”

Julie sniffed contemptuously. “Go...” She sighed. “No, I have to accompany you. I can’t trust you not to play with yourself as soon as you’re out of my sight. Into the washroom with you.”

Luke opened is mouth as though to protest, then looked at the floor shamefacedly.

Under Julie’s sneer, Luke took some time to begin his flow, but finally got the relief he needed. Julie escorted him toward their bedroom. “On the floor of my closet is a small, blue gym bag. Get it and we’ll go back to the other room.”

Thoroughly cowed, Luke brushed the wall as Julie escorted him down the short hall to the bedroom.

Disgusted anew by his craven attitude, Julie gave him a cut with the cane that made him cry out. “Hurry up!”

Luke scuttled into the bedroom and hastened to find the bag. With sidelong, fearful glances at Julie, he hurried back to the guest room.

Pointing with the cane, Julie directed Luke to put the bag on the bedside table. She unzipped it and took out four pre-tied loops of rope. Tossing them to her husband, she comma ended, “Put these around each leg of the bed and drape them on the bed.”

“Yes, Julie.” Luke cringed as he passed her to affix the rope to the leg near the bedside table.

Julie explained as she completed her task. “The good women of the greetup foresaw this day and helped me put this kit together. You’ll write them a thank you note later on.”

“Yes, Julie. One more to go.....Done, Julie.”

The cane pointed to the bed. “On your back.”

With a worried glance at his angry wife, Luke complied.

In a voice like steel, Julie lectured Luke as she reached into the gym bag, coming up with two packages of thigh high stockings, which she opened. “Your little penis keeps getting you in trouble, Lukas.” She tied his right hand with the foot of one stocking and secured it to the loop of rope, continuing until each limb was restrained. “You need to learn to control your sexual urges and channel them to me, where they belong, not to squander them masturbating or allowing then to endanger your job, your freedom and our marriage. Since you failed so miserably, I’ll take further control. It is fitting that you be literally be bound by stockings for you are already bound psychologically by them.” She finished the last knot. “Test your bonds.”

Luke obediently tugged, gaining no freedom. “I’m at your mercy, Julie.” He erected quickly.

Julie eyed his boner. “A proper reaction to my taking total control. Your little prick gets you in trouble, you little prick, so it must be properly chastened and controlled.” She spilled some ice into the bowl, then sat on the bed facing him, the gym bag handy. Grasping his cock, she gave him a few pumps.

“This is punishment?” Luke felt confused.

“Quiet, you.” Smack, smack. Julie slapped his cock, making it wave about.

Luke found the first few slaps more pleasurable than painful, but wisely said nothing. Julie stuck harder, and Luke deflated.

Julie sat back, watching him wilt. When he fully retracted and his head hung limp, she fondled the tip between her thumb and forefinger. Luke stiffened up under the tender treatment, and Julie provided more squeezes and strokes.

A low moan accompanied Luke’s precum.

As soon as she felt the slime oozing over the cockhead, Julie gave it another slapping until it shriveled. Throughout this treatment, Julie kept her visage stern and impassive, her voice silent.

Luke’s eyes widened as she again fondled him to erection. More stroking quickly elicited precum. Julie didn’t stop, but kept stimulating Luke. She noticed his buttocks draw up and immediately let go, slapping the cock hard and rapidly, her hand a blur.

Down went Luke. Back up he went as Julie gently stimulated his entire shaft.

Luke’s eyes bespoke fear. Sure enough, after more precum, she again brought him to the brink of orgasm, then twisted his cock painfully. He whimpered, but obeyed her command to keep silent. He panted lightly as he recovered from the pain.

Julie, her expression unchanged, laid the cock on the palm of her hand and gently petted it with the fingertips of the other hand. The penis partially filled, but did not attain a full erection until she rotated the head between her finger and thumb. She thrilled at the look of fear on her husbands face. Prior restorations brought a smile to his lips. Now, some of the import of what she did reached him.

As he attained another full erection, Julie’s hand coaxed more precum from him. Carefully watching his reactions, she brought him to the edge, but instead of hurting him, she simply let go.

The rigid cock twitched a few times, emitting another coat of precum. Julie waited for the twitching to stop, then gave it a few more strokes as Luke panted desperately. Julie let go, watched it twitch again, a slight smile the only clue to her satisfaction. She slapped it and twisted it, deflating it again.

“Please, Julie, please!” Luke begged as Julie resumed teasing his limp penis.”

“Please what, Lukas?”

“Please stop what you’re doing, this pleasure/pain cycle. It needs to cum so bad and I know you won’t let it. It’s so frustrating.”

“I think it’s more frustrating to have an out of control husband. I’ll teach you control whether you want it or not.” Luke remained limp. “Can’t get it up, Lukas? We’ll see about that.” From the gym bag, Julie took a black leather blindfold and fastened it about his head by the elastic back band. Luke gave her a piteous look as he raised his head to accept sight deprivation.

Voice unsteady, Luke began, “Julie, what...Oh! Wow!”

Julie’s lips claimed his cock, licking and sucking, her hands massaging the insides of his thighs. Luke knew the end of any erection now would not be fun, and he desperately tried to think of other matters. His beautiful wife sucked his cock and he didn’t want to respond, to frustrate Julie’s intent, whatever it was.

Julie kept at it, certain of final victory.

“Oh, I can’t help it,” moaned Luke as he lost the unequal contest, partially filling Julie’s mouth with his stiffie.

Julie sucked it a few times, then held it gently as she said, “You’re right Lukas. You can’t help it.”

She gulped his prick again. “A typical male, your sex drive is all that matters.” Gulp. “You need me to take ultimate control, don’t you, Lukas dear?” Gulp. A strong taste of precum rewarded her.

Frightened anew by her patronizing tone, Luke thought it wise to agree. “Yes, Julie, anything you say, my love. I love you so much and I’m so sorry I let you down.”

Gulp. “Then ask me.” Gulp.

Luke thrashed against his bonds in hopeless frustration. “I need to cum! Oh! Ask you what, Julie?”

“Ask me to take ultimate control of your cock.” Gulp.

“Please, Julie, take final ultimate of my cock!”

“Are you sure?” Gulp.

“Yes, Julie. Anything you say, just end this. Take final control but please let me cum!”

Gulp. “I will take final control.” Gulp. “But control and letting you cum are contradictory” Gulp. Julie bobbed her head a couple of times as Luke moaned. Judging he was at the final brink, Julie overturned the bowl of ice on Luke’s cock.

“Yeow! Ouch! Julie!” Luke twisted about as Julie pressed the vessel against him. One mighty heave forced it to slip from her hand, revealing the partially erect penis. Unperturbed, Julie tipped the entire ice bucket onto Luke’s wavering cock.

“Ohhhhhh!” Luke cried out as the cascade poured over him. His thighs cold from accumulated ice, his cock slightly desensitized and completely deflated and shriveled, Luke was uncertain what new devilment she was up to, as she handled his cock again. He heard a click and Julie let go of his cock, which felt heavy and foreign. “What did you do to me?” he asked fearfully.

“As you asked so nicely, I took ultimate control of your cock.” With that, she whisked off his blindfold.

Luke saw his beloved cock through a shield of plexiglass. An anatomically designed cage fit over his shaft, held in place by another plexiglass brace he couldn’t see well from his position. Panicky, he sobbed, “Julie? What is this? What have you done to me?”

“I put you in a male chastity device, my dear. Since simple commands like ‘don’t play with yourself’ fail to gain your cooperation, I’ll take drastic measures.”

“OK, Julie, honey, you sure made your point. I promise to be good and masturbate only when I have your specific permission. I won’t dare to disobey with this as a threat. So can I have it off now, please?”

Julie laughed and laughed. “You are silly.” She patted his cheek. “Let’s see. You needed to be fully obedient for 21 days and you lasted only nine. So I sentence you to nine days plus one for insurance. Ten days, starting Saturday, tomorrow, so next Monday is the 10th day. After work Tuesday, if you behave very well and do exactly as I ask, you may ask for release from your cage. Permission to cum is another matter entirely. If you complain at all about your status, the time in your cage will be lengthened. The only exception is the device’s fit. If it chafes or pinches, I will adjust it. It allows free urination. Yes, you will be in the chastity 24/7. I’m sure you see the need for it while you’re at work. Any questions?”

Ashen-faced, Luke stared at his implacable wife. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”

“Whatever made you think otherwise?”

Luke shook his head in resignation.

“Look at me, Lukas.” She held up a small key on a gold neck chain. “The key to your happiness nestles right between my breasts.” She placed the necklace over her head. “Are you clear on the terms? Are you ready for me to release you?”

“I guess so, as ready as I’ll ever be. I hate it, but even I gotta admit the punishment fits the crime.”.

“Good.” Julie worked his right wrist loose. As Luke freed himself, Julie gave him some commands. Released, Luke sheepishly obeyed. Naked except for his chastity, Luke got the shop vacuum from the basement and sucked up the excess water, then took the bedclothes to the laundry room, bringing up a sleeping bag for him to sleep on the floor of the guest room while the mattress dried. He put away ice bucket, bowl, and the punishment implements. The spanking bench remained, uncovered, in the living room.

Julie ignored him throughout these tasks, watching TV. When Luke finished, he stood near her until a commercial. He reported he was done. “Julie, I thank you so very much for continuing to guide and help me. I can’t honestly thank you for the chastity, but I accept your judgment.”

“Very well. You may watch TV with me.”

They watched in silence. Julie led Luke upstairs to the spare bedroom. When she left him, she took the gym bag with her. A few minutes later, he heard Julie cry out in ecstasy, evidently climaxing. He lay awake a long time, feeling, by turns, remorse, resentment, anger, even horny as images of Melanie flashed through his head. His cock swelled and the resulting pressure brought home his predicament as nothing else had. He could not erect nor touch himself. At last, he fell into a fitful sleep.

He awoke early, confirming, to his consternation, that the hated cage did not interfere with urination except to encourage sitting for the process. He put together Julie’s favorite breakfast, which he served her in bed.

Julie’s snapping eyes did not invite conversation. As she finished her coffee, she said, “Thank you for the delicious breakfast. Bend over here so I can inspect your ass.” He obeyed instantly. “Umm, very colorful. Welts and bruises, plus a couple of raw spots.” She gave him several swats. “I bet they remind you why you were punished.”

“They certainly do! I know I deserved it, and even this thing.”

“You are to call it my chastity. What is it?”

M...my chastity.”

“Good. Chafing or pinching?”

“Not so far, Julie.”

She had him turn around and inspected him, determining that he was comfortable.

To Luke’s surprise, she unlocked him. “Oh, thank you, Julie, for your mercy. I promise to be good and obedient always. Thank you so much! I learned my lesson, believe me.”

“I don’t,” came her cold reply. “I’ve learned you can’t be trusted. Listen.” In the moment of silence, she closed the lock. “That sound, the sound of control, makes me wet. But something occurs to me, and I bet you already thought of it.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Luke realized he’d better not complain about his momentary hope, now dashed.

“What? My wonderful handyman husband hasn’t already thought of picking the lock?”

Luke hung his head, not bothering to deny it. “I haven’t done anything about it, Julie, I swear.”

“I do believe that statement.” She favored him with a secret, knowing, smile. “I have a much more subtle, tempting way to maintain security.” She unlocked him again and laid the lock aside. She bent her head over the cock cage, her hands busy.

Luke couldn’t see what she did. His only clue was a high-pitched zzzzt sound. He felt no pain, nor any sensation.

Julie sat back, a wide smirk on her face. “See, Lukas? I secured your misbehaving dick with a small zip tie. It would be sooo easy to cut it and be free. A knife point, a pair of scissors and freedom.”

Luke knit his brows. “There’s got to be some sort of catch.”

“Oh, there is.” She showed him a piece of paper with a band of scribbling in pencil. “Notice the numbers in this rubbing?”

Luke saw the row of tiny numbers revealed by the scribbling. His face fell.

“That’s a unique serial number, Luke, from the zip tie that ensures your obedience. I’ll use the lock when I keep you near and the zip when we’re apart.” She thought for a moment. “When we need a new tie, I’ll give it to you and you’ll make the rubbing for me.

With a deep sigh, Luke accepted his fate. “Yes, Julie.”

Horny, Julie enjoyed several orgasms as Luke, hands submissively behind his back, licked her or used the vibrator. They showered and dressed. Julie left him to do some shopping after strongly suggesting he visit the Greetup site.

Luke puttered around the house, listless, depressed. To please Julie, he visited the Greetup. As he’d long suspected, content was gradually revealed to men as they progressed in the program. He discovered several new pages in which other Chronic Masturbators described their experiences of chastity for disobedience. All said they hated the devices, but that, once they’d earned release, the desire to avoid similar punishments in the future motivated them to greater obedience. Several men said one session Inside, as they put it, adapting prison slang, was enough. “Never again,” was the refrain. Skeptical, Luke thought what else could the men say? Besides, if they said how they really felt, the women running the Greetup would never put it on the site. But I agree with ‘never again.’ I want out of this thing!

He inspected his cage, discovering cruel spikes where his shaft entered the tube. These made it too painful to withdraw, and if he succeeded, the problem of re-insertion reared its head. The underside, seen in a mirror, revealed a hinge, but no way to remove it. His balls, though free-hanging, were too tightly held to slip through the ring. Two ways out: cut the tie or break the device, either of which could not be concealed. Unless he gained a spate of time away from Julie, secured only by the tiny padlock, he was well and truly at her mercy.

He sat in a chair and let his resentment and anger fill him. He thought how could she claim to love me and do this? He fantasized cutting the zip tie, smashing the device and throwing it in her face. She’d just divorce me and I couldn’t stand that, he thought. Why did I let myself get so out of control? Maybe I really do need this thing. I was so close to finishing the program, so close to success. I wanted to succeed, I wanted Julie to be proud of me. Instead, here I sit.

Julie returned at that point, dropping some bags in the kitchen. She found Luke in the living room, evidently overwhelmed by emotion, weeping. He gave her a piteous, beseeching look. Touched, Julie nevertheless remained wary. She sat across from him and asked gently, “What are these tears for?”

Luke took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. “Oh, Julie, I admit there’s anger and resentment, and I even feel sorry for myself, but mostly I feel remorse that I let you down so miserably, let us down.” A new flood of tears ran down his cheeks.

Julie believed him. Luke’s emotional availability and openness always attracted and endeared him to her. Now, however, she suppressed the instinct to comfort him. Besides, though past the white heat of last night, hurt and anger yet seethed. “I’m glad to see you so receptive. It’s a good time to reinforce the desire to obey. Bring me the wooden paddle, strip, and bend over the bench.”

“Yes, Julie,” he sniffed. “As much as it pains me to say it, I agree with you about the timing.”

She paddled him vigorously without warmup. After the first flurry of smacks, she paused. “We already know what you did and the ways you were wrong. Now tell me how it affected me and how it affected you.”

Luke, still sobbing, asked for a moment to think. “I disrespected you, which angered you. I endangered my job and freedom, which disgusted and frightened you. Your trust in me is reduced in two ways, that I may disobey and that I may take stupid risks. You can’t have genital sex with me while I’m punished and the success you hope for with the program is delayed yet again. I may even have got you thinking of d...d...divorce.”

“Oh, I’ve thought of it. No second chances, Lukas. This is it. How does your misbehavior affect you?”

“I feel remorseful, chastened, and ashamed. I let myself down when I wanted so much to succeed. I let you down and I feel guilty. I’m in pain from the spankings, my cock hurts if I begin to get hard, and I can’t touch my own cock. I gotta agree, though, that the punishment fits the crime.”

Julie accepted his answers and again used him sexually, after which he withdrew to his shop and she worked outside. At lunch, the ice began to crack between them. She called him Luke as she told him about her work in the yard, and he eagerly volunteered to help. Later, they showered separately, then went out to dinner and a movie. Upon their return, Julie invited him into their bedroom.

“Come in, Luke.”

“Oh, Julie, thank you. I do so want things get back to normal between us.”

“Sex in our own bed is a small step. Arrange the pillows.”

Luke, reminded anew of his sexual deprivation, placed the pillows in the familiar arrangement that kept her comfortable with her legs off the side of the bed. This gave Luke the easiest access to her breasts and pussy while under a sex restriction. Without being told, he readied the vibrator, lube, and laid a leather paddle on the bedside table. Julie undressed while he did so, donning a flowing, green nightgown.

“How thoughtful of you to include a paddle tonight.” She sat on the bed and patted her lap. “Down with your pants and over my lap.”

At least she’s getting back to being playful about spankings and sex, Luke thought as he draped himself across her thighs. However, the swats she inflicted on him weren’t playful at all. Those that struck his raw spots hurt the worst. At her final flurry, Luke cried out, waving his arms and legs.

Julie replaced the paddle on the night stand. “Pull up your pants. Orgasms. Now.” She pointed to her damp pussy.

Luke knelt between her open thighs. “Thank you, Julie, for the spanking. I’m reminded of the great wrong I committed and my raw spots will keep reminding me tomorrow.”

“It saddens me to have to do it. Now lick me.”

Luke used all his oral and vibrator skills in an effort to regain his wife’s good graces.

She moaned and rolled her head from side to side. At the climax, Luke plunged the vibrator in and out, craning his neck awkwardly to tongue her clit. Julie enjoyed a very strong cum, telling Luke it was one of his best efforts since he’d begun using the electric dildo.

“Wow, Julie, thank you. You know I love bringing you off.”

She sat up and reached for his belt buckle. “Nightly inspection,” she said, dropping his pants. She made a show of reading the serial number on the zip tie. “Yep, still secure, still obedient.” She lightly slapped the cage, making it swing. She tugged his pants up. “Tuck me in. You were good tonight, but I’m definitely not ready to sleep with you yet.”

Crestfallen, Luke mumbled, “Yes, Julie.” He rearranged the pillows and turned down the bedclothes. Jule climbed in, and he pulled the covers up to her neck. He pursed his lips to kiss her, but she only offered her cheek. She did not return the kiss.

Luke cleaned and put the sex toys away. They exchanged good nights and Luke slowly went to the spare bedroom.

To his surprise and consternation, a few minutes later, he heard the unmistakable sounds of Julie climaxing yet again. Humbled and chagrined, he cupped his cage in one hand as he drifted into a deep sleep.

He made her breakfast again. As they sat in the dining room, he got up his nerve. “Julie, honey, I couldn’t help but hear you get off again last night after I left you. You said I did a good job for you. Was it not enough?”

“Oh, you did as well as ever last night. It wasn’t your performance. But when I inspected your cage, I got super wet from the incredible feelings I get because I control your cock. I love having you locked up! So I had to cum one more time.” She giggled. “Well, three more times.”

“Well, I’m always glad to give you pleasure, Julie, but I prefer to do so in other ways.”

“Oh, you will, now that we’re done eating.”

Luke grinned, then grew more serious. “Julie, I do notice a hot spot, like the beginning of a blister near by ballsack on the right. Since I got up.

“Ok, we’ll tend to that right away. Go get that gym bag again.”

Luke gave it to her as she sat on the edge of the bed.

“Turn around, hands behind your back.”

Puzzled, Luke obeyed. He heard metal clink, then cold, hard steel gripped his wrists. “Julie! What’s this?”

“Since I can’t trust you not to touch yourself, when you’re out of the cage, you’ll be restrained.”

“Julie, I’m not going to disobey at all, but especially not with you by my side.”

His whining, wheedling tone annoyed Julie. “That’s a risk I’m not willing to take right now. While the penis swings free, the hands are restrained.”

Being unable to do anything about the situation, Luke intoned, “Yes, Julie.”

A pair of scissors snipped the zip and Luke’s penis came out for an airing. Up it popped, eager to play. Julie ignored it. “I’m not touching this,” she said, taking a wooden tongue depressor from the bag. She moved his ball sack aside to reveal a very small red area. The well-equipped gym bag yielded a small container of mentholated talcum powder. She squirted some on the inflamed area.

Immediately, Luke felt cooling relief. “Oh, thank you, Julie,” he said. “That feels better already.”

“Good,” said Julie dispassionately. “It probably needs a good four hours to heal before we can try the cage again.”

“Four hours! What about my hands?”

With a wicked grin, Julie suggested, “Oh, you like the cage now, I see.”

“No, but...handcuffs? Please let me out, I’ll obey, I promise.”

“I have already spoken on this subject, have I not? Be quiet. I’ll make sure you have plenty to do. Get the implement and go over the bench for your morning reminder.”

“Yes, Julie.” With difficulty, he gathered the cane., crop, and paddle from the closet.

“Keep your right leg spread to allow air. I’ll ensure everything moves to encourage circulation.” With that, she began with the paddle, hard and fast right away. Sure enough, Luke bounced about on the unpadded bench. Julie continued until his cheeks and uppermost thighs glowed red, then retrieved a slapper from a drawer in the coffee table. She wielded it accurately, aiming at the raw spots near the base of each cheek.

Luke yelped and twisted, but always returned to position.

Julie remained silent. Luke, however, became quite vocal. “Oh, Julie, it stings! Ow! Ouch! Please! Not those spots! They hurt too much! Please, give me a break on those spots.”

Julie remained silent and kept striking him.

When Luke degenerated to wordless sobbing, Julie paused and took up the riding crop. The flexible tip of the crop didn’t allow for the accuracy of the slapper, but Julie kept the focus of her blows on the upper cheeks of Luke’s ass and his upper thighs. Some of the cuts meant for his thighs popped on the two tenderest wounds, causing Luke’s loudest cries and most frantic bounces.

Julie paused, closely inspecting the blooming marks and bruises on her husband’s rear. A surge of power drove her to plunge two fingers inside her sex. Breathing heavily, she nearly climaxed, but decided to delay the pleasure and let it accumulate. She traded the crop for the cane.

Luke felt the aiming strokes and whimpered in anticipation. The first four cuts struck alternately at his protruding cheeks and his upper thighs.

Julie broke her silence. “I’m putting three full strength cane strokes across your tender raw spots. Bad aim on my part is your tough luck. Too much moving about and you’ll make me miss. So hold still for each strike and return to position as fast as you can.”

“Y...yes, Julie. Oh, I’m so sorry for what I did.”

Julie’s cane swished as she aimed it. She drew back and struck Luke right across both wound areas, now larger targets than when the spanking began.

Luke screamed and jiggled the bench vigorously in reaction. Sobbing wordlessly, he forced himself back into position.

Julie’s next cut was a bit high, eliciting a high-pitched yelp, but not the frenzied reaction that followed the previous strike.

Both of the final two cuts struck home, leaving Luke a quivering, sobbing penitent. The first words he managed were, “I'm sorry, Julie, as sorry as I can be.” He sobbed some more as Julie went to the kitchen, returning with a sports bottle with water. Luke thanked her, sniffled, still hanging over the bench, recovering.

“Oh, Julie, that really hurt and it’s going to hurt all the time for days. I can’t say I like it, but I do thank you for punishing my behavior.”

“You may stay there as you recover. If you need anything, I’ll be right here.” She asked him where his laptop was and she set it up at the dining table, busying herself with it for several minutes.

Luke stood, swaying a bit, balance slightly affected by his bonds. “I’m ready for instructions, Julie.”

Without diverting her attention from the screen, she said, “Put the punishment implements away and clear the dishes to the kitchen counter.”

Luke’s eyes widened, but he wisely made no protest. “Yes, Julie,” was his only verbal response. Replacing the spanking devices was harder than removing them, but he managed. Clearing the table took extra time, but he finished without dropping any dishes.

During this time, Julie finished with the computer and called Steff. Luke heard her side of the conversation. “Hi, Steff, Julie.”

“Sounds like fun. I won’t keep you. I suppose Dave told you what Luke did.”

“Well, he’s on a severe sex restriction. I wonder if you’d like to come over after you’re done kayaking and see my progress with him.”

“OK, no need to call unless you’re going to be very late. Bye and have fun on the water.”

She hung up and watched Luke’s last few awkward trips with the dishes, a sardonic grin on her face. She moved to the couch.

He gave her sheepish, sidelong glances as he carried the plates and utensils awkwardly. When he was done, he came to her, expecting further orders.

She opened her nightgown and said, “Lick.”

Lick he did, bringing his demanding wife to three orgasms before she pushed his head away. His cock waved in the air, ebullient, seeking pleasure. “That’s inappropriate. Go ice it down.”

“Yes, Julie.” He managed to open the freezer and fish out a block of blue ice used for coolers. He placed it on the seat of a chair and bent over it, rubbing his cock on it.

Amused, Julie laughed and clapped. “Oh, my resourceful husband! I wondered how you’d obey. Put the ice in the sink when your soft again.”

“I already am, Julie,” said Luke miserably. He put the plastic box in the sink and returned to the dining room.

Julie inspected his scrotum again, noting the diminished redness. She added more talcum powder. When Luke asked for some for his ass, she laughed. She set him up with his laptop, making him sit on a hard wooden chair. She told him to read only the Greetup site and direct links from it.

In that way, Luke passed the remaining two hours, reading about masturbation control and female superiority. He learned to operate the mouse by twisting his body and arms.

A final inspection showed the inflammation healed, so Julie gave him another brushing with the talcum powder, and replaced the cage. She fitted the shank of the lock in the central pin of the chastity and looked up. “Listen, Luke. The sound of control.” Snick went the lock. Julie smiled triumphantly. Luke appeared resigned, but he thanked her profusely when she released his hands. He flexed them and spread his arms.

They both dressed and worked in the yard until dinner time. They shared a bottle of wine and sat together, more companionably than at any time during the weekend when Stephanie and Dave rang the bell. Luke let them in.
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