I walked into the lounge that the guys from work often hang out at, after work on Fridays.
Pete looked up, and said, "Mike! First time you've joined us after work here. She finally unlocked the ball and chain, eh?"
I blushed just a little, and said, "She's out of town on business, so I'm a free bird until Sunday night."
"Ah," he said, with a smile. "Looks like you have a lot of free time with the joy stick, eh?"
"Oh, yeah," I said, evenly.
"So, how long you been married?" he asked me.
"Just over six and a half years."
"Well, you've brought balance to our group here. Now we have three married guys and three singles. So, we were talking about sex."
"Shocker. A group of men hanging out in a bar talking about sex. Either that or sports, I would expect," I said.
"So, a point of discussion is a study one of us read that married men get more sex than single men."
"Hmm," I said.
"So far, the married guys, Joe and myself, say we get sex two or three times a week, and the poor single guys say once a week, when lucky, or go couple weeks at a time without."
"Not hard to believe."
"How about you?"
"Me?"
"Yeah... for example, when's the last time you had sex?"
"Mmmm, June 3rd," I said, which was nearly seven months prior.
A bit of shocked silence.
Finally, Bill asked, "Has your wife been sick, or something?"
"Mmm, no."
"Then you must be doing it yourself, as often as the single guys here."
"No, can't."
"Can't? She doesn't allow it?"
"Can't, because I'm ... locked up ...in a chastity device."
Silence again.
Joe said, "Um... I've heard about those, and that you can .... get around them."
"You get what you pay for. Buy a cheap device with a cheap lock, yeah, easy to remove. A good device keeps you from getting erect, keeps you from stimulating the penis at all. No orgasm. A good lock is just that, can't pick it, can only get it off with the key or combination or a bolt cutter. I'm wearing a good device with a very good lock."
"Is this your wife's idea?"
"Very much so."
"How long you been wearing it?"
"Since June 3rd."
"Jeez... how much longer do you haveta wear it?"
"Don't know."
"Are we going to have to keep asking questions, are you going to tell us about it, if you're willing?"
"I'd have to ... start at the beginning."
"You tell the story, I'll buy the beer."
I shrugged, and settled into my chair.
"So, Jill and I met at a party at her office. We talked...we started dating. By two months, we were having sex, by three months, we were constantly sleeping together, her place or mine. After five months, She asked, "You ever think about getting married?"
'Oh, yeah, to the right woman,' I said.
'And what am I, chopped liver?'
I laughed, and asked, 'Are you saying you want to get married ...to me?'
'Yes,' she said.
'Okay,' I said.
So we talked about it.
With no local family to speak of, we chose not to plan anything big. She sure didn't want that. We set a date for a very small wedding.
Then, one evening, she said, 'We need to discuss a very important matter.'
'Okay,' I said.
'Once we are married, I must be in charge of two things. The first is punishment and discipline.'
I looked at her, oddly, then asked, 'How's that?'
'I will be in charge of YOUR discipline and punishment."
'Which ... involves what, exactly?"
"Much the way a parent might punish an errant child. Spankings.'
'Spankings?'
'Yes, but much more than going over my knee with my hand or hairbrush landing on your bottom. What I apply would be severe, such that you've learned from it and whatever mistake you made, you won't care to repeat.'
'Uhhhmmm...'
'This punishment won't be applied for minor offenses. We're adults, we'll talk about things. You leave the toilet seat up once, I remind you. You leave up again the same day, I remind you, more sternly. You leave it up a third time same day, you'll have tested my patience. Really, I'm talking about BIG things, BIG mistakes that might ruin others' relationship.'
'Oh. Well ... I'm not stupid. Okay, then, fine.'
'Okay, and ... I must be in charge of your orgasms; you will have to ask permission.'
'What?'
'Say, we're having sex. You will need to ask me if it's okay for you to cum. Or if you're masturbating. I don't mind if you masturbate, I DO mind if you cum without permission. You have to ask me.'
'So, if I'm in the shower, and it comes up, and I start stroking it... I'm not supposed to cum unless I ask you?'
'Right.'
'And if you're not home?'
'If you can't ask me, don't cum.'
'And if I cum, how would you know about it?'
She looked at me grimly, and said, 'That would be a serious rule violation. Maybe I won't find out, maybe I will. I'm sure you'd have a guilty look about you.'
'So, is cumming without permission, one of those Big mistakes you mentioned, that merits punishment?'
'Not corporal punishment. For that, you would get lock up time.'
'Lock up time? I'd go to jail?'
'Only your penis, in a chastity device, for an unspecified length of time.'
'Really.....?'
'Yes.'
'And you have such a thing... laying around here?'
'I do, a very good one.'
"Wow. Um, well, okay, then.'
So, yes, I agreed to her terms.
So... in the days leading up to the wedding, and we were having sex, well, frequently, she told me, that I was not YET required to ask permission before cumming, but it was her suggestion that I practice it.
So I did, half the time. And forgot to ask, the other half.
We got married.
For a week's honeymoon, we went up to Carmel.
First night, we were in the room, sipping champagne and getting it on, really getting going. Oral for her, oral for me, double oral, mutual rimming. My cock was just throbbing.
She lay on the bed flat on her back, spread her legs, and said, 'Take me.'
I did, and after four deep thrusts, I was spurting.
I continued until I was too soft to go on, and rolled off her.
She said quietly, 'You did not ask permission to cum.'
I had a real OH SHIT moment, then I said, 'You're right, I did not. I'm so sorry.'
She got up and went to her suitcase. 'I did NOT say you get a pass for the first time, even on our wedding night.' She pulled a device, this device, out, and said, 'Now sit up.'
I did, and she walked to me, reached down, and rather quickly ... seemed like she's had a lot of practice, you know... got it on me, and set the lock.
I looked up at her, rather weakly, while she said, 'It sets a sad tone for our honeymoon, for you, knowing that you're not going get to fuck me again, but you'll be giving me lots of oral pleasure.'
'How long...' I said, in a quiet voice.
'Ah yes, let me explain that.' she replied, while fiddling with her cell phone.
'I have a program on this to determine time in chastity. I set the range, from minimum days to maximum days, and it comes up with a random number. It does not tell me the number. It will send a text to you and to me that says simply, "Time is up." It's 9 o'clock now, so whatever day this ends, the text will be sent at the same time that day. What you are NOT allowed to ask me, is the range of days I set it for. If you do, I will say, 'Not telling' and press a button on this, and your time starts over from the beginning at that time. Second time you ask, I will say, Not telling, and press a button, and your time is doubled. Third time you ask, your time is double, and I punish you. Got it?'
'What if, you're not around when time is up?'
'I am usually around, unless it happens to be during work hours. In which case, them are the breaks, and you'll have to wait until you see me to get unlocked.'
So, I got it.
THAT lock-up lasted twenty two days.
About eight months after the wedding... she was going out with a huge client of hers, and fully expected me to be there with her.
I need about it at least a week prior. It was a Saturday. I had gone to the gym ... that has a full court, and gotten involved in a three on three hoops game, and lost track of time.
I finally asked somebody, 'What time is it.'
Five thirty was the response.
Well, oh shit, that's when we were supposed to leave.
I hurried to the locker room, where my phone was in my pocket, and saw eight missed calls from her.
I showered and rushed home, but she was gone.
I waited up for her, she returned home, oh, midnight, and I immediately started apologizing, many times, until she said, 'Enough already, it was okay, I told them you were sick. But you knew how important this was to me. Don't go anywhere tomorrow; you ARE getting punished.'
So, I went to bed with a sick feeling in my stomach.
So,in the morning, I was sitting, reading the paper, while she busied herself elsewhere.
At noon, she came in, and said, 'Now come into the bedroom, and get your clothes off.'
I followed her into the bedroom, and undressed, and saw a butcher strap and bamboo cane on the bed.
She picked them up,moved two pillows to the center of the bed, and said, 'Lay down on the bed, hips over the pillows, legs together, arms folded under your chest.'
I did. She started with the butcher strap, giving my bottom fifty licks. It hurt so fucking much. Then she switched to the cane, and gave my bottom fifty strokes. It hurt fucking much more. Tears were in my eyes. I was panting and gasping. God, it hurt.
She said, 'Stand up.'
I did, and started to rub my rear.
'No rubbing,' she said, 'Hands on your head, and follow me.'
I followed her to the living room. She took me to a piece of wall near a corner, and held a quarter to the wall, and said, 'Put your nose up against this, make sure it doesn't fall. You will stay put there, until you hear from me.'
I think it was an hour, when I heard from her. 'Go take a shower, and I think you'll find cold cream in the cabinet. Then put on underwear or pajamas. You won't be going out today.'
I found cold cream. And I put on a t-shirt and briefs.
It hurt the rest of the day, sitting made it worse.
Funny,though, sex, that night, was pretty good.
So, about a year and a half after the wedding... we went out to dinner, had a couple drinks, came home, fell into bed, really got into it... and I came, without asking.
She immediately locked me up ... and that one lasted ninety-two days.
About six months after that, on a Saturday, she was out shopping, and I um happened to find some interesting porn on my laptop. Well, you know, it popped up, I went to the bedroom, and laid flat, and began stroking... it felt so good, I had my eyes closed, I came... and opened my eyes, and she was standing at the bedroom door, watching.
'Masturbating and cumming...when you thought I wouldn't find out.' she said.
She went to the dresser drawer, and pulled out the device. She went to the closet and pulled out the strap and cane.
She had me sit up, and locked me up. Then she had me roll over on the bed, hips over pillows.
She gave me 60 with the strap, and 60 with the cane. Then had me standing in corner, for what I think was two hours. Then she had me give her oral, for over an hour.
So... married three years... I got a speeding ticket on the way home from work. I could have, should have, told her about it. I didn't. Later, she asked if I had any cash, so she wouldn't have to stop at an ATM. I told her, sure in my wallet, on the dresser in the bedroom. She went, and looked, and returned, speeding ticket in hand.
'Were you going to tell me about this?'
'Well, I meant to.'
'Bedroom,' she said, 'Clothes off.'
'No,' I said. 'I'm not taking that anymore.'
She looked stunned for a moment, then calm crossed her face, then she said, 'Fine.'
I must say I blinked. 'Fine?' I asked.
'Yes, fine,' she said, 'I will call my attorney in the morning, and get divorce proceedings started.'
'Divorce?' I asked.
'Yes, divorce.' she said
'Now wait...' I said.
'We had an agreement before we got married. You are reneging on the agreement. I cannot trust you. I want a divorce,' she said.
She left the room, into the bedroom.
I sat and thought. I did not want a divorce. So if my option was to take the beating, and stay married, well, okay then.
I went into the bedroom. She was sitting on the bed, looking at her laptop.
'Okay,' I said, 'I'm getting ready. And I undressed.
Without a word, she prepared the pillows on the bed and got out the strap and cane.
So that beating was seventy with the strap, and seventy with the cane, as the punishment, she said, and then gave me another forty with the strap and forty with the cane, for defiance. Then I was put in the corner, until she went to bed. She set an alarm on my phone and said, 'You can come out when this alarm goes off.'
From there, I made it last June 3rd without incident. Dinner at home, drinking wine... went to the bedroom, got frisky, got it going, and I came without asking. This seems to only happen when I drink then have sex, I've noticed. She locked me up, immediately. It's been 205 days by my count. And of course, I have no idea how much longer."
I took a long hit off the beer bottle, finishing it, and sat it down on the table.
"Wow," said Pete.
"Please don't tell my wife about this," said Joe.
"Mine either," said Pete.
I stood up. "Gotta go, guys. If I have anymore, I might get a DUI on the way home. Imagine what she would do to me after that!"
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