Innocent but suffering because of it

Our marriage was not the usual one. I stayed home and tended the small family farm while my wife Connie worked at a very lucrative job which she enjoyed. I cleaned and cooked and also tended the crops and fed the chickens; we had no other animals. (The farm was only for our own use and giving food to the local food pantry, not for any commercial use.) She travelled on her job and this allowed me to go with her without having to clear it with any employer.

I liked the arrangment because of the travel ut also because it allowed me to wear my favorite comfortable clothing, a pair of tights and a t-shirt. I had this fetish for tights ever since the days when I was a serious runner, first starting to wear them as the bottom of my pajamas and then around the house and yard. If men would only find out how comfortable they are . . . .

All was going well until I attended my 25th high school class reunion in another state. I had gone to Connie's 25th a few years earlier and at that time, vowed she would not have to go through the same boredom that I did. I think she was grateful for my telling her that! So off I went.

My old girlfriend was there; we hadn't seen each other for about 20 years. She was now twice divorced but still quite attractive. And so was her twin sister; we all had so much trouble telling them apart back then. Now they dressed as individuals, not as twins. After the dinner, the three of us went to my hotel room to talk; they were in the same hotel but on a different floor. Neither of us - - well, at least me - - felt this was anything but an old-times-catching-up session. After an hour, Veronica wasn't feeling well and went bac to her room.

I had a bit of an upset stomach and while I was in the bathroom, guess who called, and guess who answered the phone! Rhonda told her who she was and the two of them chatted long enough that I was in the room when the call was still going on. Rhonda put me on the phone and I could tell that Connie was not happy, despite assurances from me that there was nothing illicit going on. And when the call was finished, Rhona assured me that she had said nothing to make Connie suspicious.

When I got home the next day, Connie was really angry. I tried to assure her again and she finally cooled down. That is, until a message on the machine the next night when we returned from a movie, a call from Veronica saying she was sorry that she got sick and "missed all the fun." FUN? I was back at square one in trying to cool onnie down. I could tell that his time, it just simmered on low.

A week later, as planned, Connie's sister came to visit us. The first night, we were playing cards when the doorbell rang. I got up tn answer it and didn't notice that the other two had followed me. It was Halloween Night so I expected tirkc or treaters, though we hadn't had any for the past five years. What a shock - - there stood a tall woman in a latex catsuit, with mask to match. She said not a word but grabbed me by the crotch. The tights offered little resistance. With her other hand, she held out a pair of handcuffs and said, "Put these on him." Diana took them and secured my hands behind my back.

"Now this." It was a ball gag and Diana put that in my mouth and buckled it in back. I wondered about how she did this so naturally but other things put this out of my mind right away. "Finally, this." It was a leather helmet with no openings except nose holes. Diana put it over my head and zipped it down the back. At that point, our visiror released her grip on my crotch.

"OK, where do you want this done? Let's go."

I felt someone taking me by the arm and we walked until I could smell that we were in the barn. I had a bed out there for daytime naps, and since Connie never went out there, I assumed it was a secret. The cuffs were removed from my wrists but there was no sense to resist since I couldn't see anything. New cuffs, leather ones, went on my wrists and I was put on the bed and my arms stretched out and secured with rope. Then my tights and underwear were removed and my legs given similar treatment. I muffled a protest, not wanting either Diana or the intruder to see me naked.

"This will be easy with a guy that small. Did it actually get him in trouble?"

Talk about humiliation! Diana also laughed at its size, and that would hurt more because I would see her again whereas I hoped I would not see the other one again. But with the mask on, all I knew is that she was tall.

I felt a blop of something cold and wet on my crotch. And the words "First, we'd better shave him." Was there no end to their humiliating?

"OK, hold still. This is a straight razor and you wouldn't want to have me slip and cut something you'd rather keep intact. Not that it will do you any good to have it there."

What did she mean? I held still and she finished. Then she directed Diana to remove my mask so I could see what was next. She held up a metal ball which was about half the size of a major-league baseball. She demonstrated how it was hinged on one end and how it locked with a special padlock, like a bicycle lock but with shorter hasps. On the bottom of the lock was a metal loop, and there was another loop near the hinge.

"See the little hole here? It's for you to piss through. And this hole at the top is for water to go in and clean it out. Now, say goodbye to your little friend as you won't be seeing him until it's owner ants you to."

I moaned and started to cry but to no avail. She stuffed my private - - not so private! - - parts into the bottom half of the globe and then shut it. The padlock went through holes next to the body and held the two parts together. Before she put the lock in place, she took a metal ring and put it at the top of the hasp and then put the two arms through the holes and slowly closed it; I could hear the clicking which son stopped. She was finished.

"Would you like to feel what it's like?"

She released one of my hands and I reached down to feel. It was snug. There were no spaces for me to reach in and play with myself. And small enough that an erection was out of the question. It was too late to beg for mercy, even if I wasn't gagged. She then resecured my hand and pulled the rope tight.

She then turned to Connie. "Would you like me to keep the key to this? The advantage is that he can't get at it, either by finding it or working on your pity. Since he doesn't know who I am or where I am, he's locked in until YOU contact me."

"Pity is not a route he will be able to use but I think for now I will let you hold it.:

"One more thing. I haven't showed you the hidden advantage which makes my appartus better than any others. First timers are often rebellious until they get used to the fact that their wives now control their lives. This solves that problem!"

She took out something which looked like a garage-door opener. She pushed the button and I felt an electric shock going through my crotch. I thrased my my bonds but to no avail. I tried to cry out to stop but the gag silenced me.

"There are five settings. That was number two. Do you want to see what the top one will do?"

Connie did show some pity although Diana wanted to see, she was overruled. The visitor gave Connie the unit and told her to keep it safe. With that, she departed.

Connie now laid down the rules. I would be wearing the chastity device until she wanted it removed, and not before. I would continue to do the house and yardwork but would be chained to something all the time. I would sleep in the barn until she allowed me back in the house.

"Now, do you agree?" She put her finger on the zapper when I hesitated, and I nodded my head.

"And I won't hesitate to use this, either."

With that, she ordered Diana to remove my gag and my ankle cuffs. They were replaced with metal legirons with a foot or more chain connecting them. And then my gag was taken off and my wrists were released and I stood up.

"I can't put my tights on with the chain on my ank.es."

"You won't need to. Pants are for modesty and what you need to cover is already being covered. Now remove your shirt, too."

I started to complain and she added, "That gag can go back on again anytime I wish it. And it can be locked so it will stay on. Do you understand?"

I said that I did. So there I stood, naked except for my new metal jockstrap and the legirons. Fortunately, the weather was very warm so I didn't need clothes for that.

"Now we have one more thing before you go to bed. Bow your head before your Mistress."

I did as she commanded and felt a wide leather collar being put around my neck, and then the click of a lock as it was secured in back. She held up a mirror and show me that there was a tag dangling from the ring on the front - - PROPERTY OF MISTRESS CONSTANCE.

She then threw a long piece of chain over a beam above where my bed was and brought both ends down to where I was standing. She commanded Diana to take a padlock and secure them to the ring on the bottom of the padlock holding my crotch cage on. She fingered the zapper so I knew there was no resistance. Diana seemed to be gleeful to help and she reached under my crotch and locked the chains there.

"Ok, you can go to bed now. We will wake you in the morning so you can start your chores."

I laid down on the bed and they turned off the light and left for the house. I stood up and tried to go to the light switch but the chain brought me up short, and also showed me that it was a very effective way of keeping me where they wanted to.

I did my chores during the day while she went to work. Diana stayed around and watched me, laughing each time I tripped on the chain between my ankles or felt my caged crotch. How I wish I could have grabbed her but she also had th zapper in her hand, and I knew she would use any excuse to use it. And if I complained that she did it for no reason, who would Connie believe, me or her sister? After all, these would be no evidence that it had even been used.

And this is how my life went for many months. I serviced Connie orally several times a week, and I even did so for Diana from time to time. (Connie limited those sessions.) But nobody helped my sexual needs, and they grew greater and greater as the weeks went on.

Since I didn't leave the property, there was no reason to keep me clean until I started smelling too much even for Connie. So she called the mystery lady who appeared as she was before, in head-to-toe latex. She brought the key and I hoped maybe for release. They put me on the bed and spread me out and then added the gag and helmet. (Connie kept the helmet and told me that she would put it on me if I did not obey.) I felt the ball being taken off my crotch and then warm water being put on it, followed by drying. I wanted to tell them how much I needed sexual release, and maybe the message bot through.

"Let me show you a little secret with your slave. Men need to have sexual release to keep the fluids from getting contaminated, but they don't have to enjoy it."

She released my feet and attached them to the chain dangling from above, and then pulled my ankles up in the air. She then put a finger into my asshole and started to move it around. She massaged my prostate until I could feel smething oozing out of my cock. But I wasn't hard!

"That's all you need to do every few months. He's cleaned out. But he still has that unsatisfied need to have an orgasm." But rather than let me go, they cleaned me up again and then put the ball back on and locked it. And then brought my legs back to the bed where they were again spread out and secured.

"Now I'll show you something I brought to give YOU better orgasms."

They removed my helmet and the gag. In her hand she held a new helmet, with an attached gag with short penis-shaped piece of plastic on the inside and a big dong on the outside. She put the short end my my mouth, then the whole helmet on my head, and zipped it up. Connie sat on my face and, I assume, impaled herself on the dildo. She bucked and pretty well abused my face but I soon heard the familiar sound of her reaching orgasm. My cock wanted to get larger from al, the excitement but that was not to be. She was having fun, I was not.

The mystery woman departed. And my life continued as it had until her next visit.

(to be continued)

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