Surgical Nurse Grants Wish

Hi Altairboy!

This is the first time I've written you though my husband and I have been a fan of your site for some time now. We've been married for a little over 4 years. John's an engineer and I'm a surgical nurse at the local hospital.

John has always been interested in forced fidelity and forced chastity. We have experimented with several of the lower cost device with varying, but usually unsatisfactory, results. John frequently travels for his company. I always remove any of our toys before he leaves to avoid any physical problems or travel related problems. John has confessed that while traveling he masturbates several times each day. He also masturbates at home when he's not locked up.

Last Christmas, John started pestering me to find a long-term method for for controlling his masturbation and for ensuring complete fidelity. We batted around several ideas without success. The matter was dropped until I came across one of the stories on your site that offered an ideal method of giving my hubby his wish - A Well Matched Pair.

I swiped a surgical tray from the hospital including a container of topical anesthetic. We both had the July 3 off (for the Saturday holiday). That morning I suggested that we play some bondage games, and that I would have a SURPRISE for him that afternoon. He readily agreed. Then I cuffed his hands together and secured them to an eyebolt in our head board Next I tied his ankles to the bedposts at the foot. John was helpless. Then I told him that I would pleasure him in whatever way he desired for the next 8 hours in preparation for his surprise. The only condition was that he remain bound the entire time. (John was a little disappointed that I didn't suggest anything more kinky, of course he wasn't aware of what I had planned. He was pretty curious about the surprise.)

I spent the next eight hours pleasuring him per his instruction - orally, vaginally, hand jobs and once anally (of course I always delayed his orgasms longer than he would have liked). About 4:00 that afternoon, John was sexually exhausted until I reminded him of his surprise. I untied his ankles, flipped him over on his stomach, and retied him prone to the bed. I reached underneath him and worked his penis out until it was lying on the bed pointing straight down and placed a surgical mat below it. John couldn't see what was going on and had no idea what I was up to. Next I got a pan of warm water and a razor and shaved his perineum. His penis was beginning to swell at this point so I jerked him off a last time before coating the underside of his penis and perineum with the topical anesthetic.

After a 10 minute break, I came back and checked the sensitivity of the areas. They were well deadened, but I applied another coat (better safe than sorry) and waited another 5 minutes. I was finally ready. I checked again for feeling by pinching the skin behind the head of his penis hard. John didn't feel a thing. I swabbed the area with an antiseptic, took a scalpel from the tray, and carefully made a small, superficial incision behind the glans. I pulled his penis between his legs and made a corresponding incision in the perineum. (By now John had some idea of my intent. I had to caution him to be still. After all he didn't want any permanent damage did he?) Finally, I took the suture needle and sutured the two wounds together with six small stitches. I was surprised that the procedure only caused a few drops of blood on the pad.

I sat on the bed by John's head and reminded him that this is what he had begged, pleaded and pestered me for months before. I also told him that he should be careful what he wishes for - he just got it. Secured in this fashion fidelity was ensured. Any attempt at sexual relief would cause discomfort, even a partial erection would be most uncomfortable. I informed him that he would spend the next several months like this and that he'd better be on his best behavior or I could lenghten his sentence. I left him tied to the bed to ponder his future and went to mix me a drink.

A few minutes later I went back and unhooked his cuffs from the head board and unlocked his left wrist. I quickly pulled his hands behind him and re-secured the cuffs. Then I untied his feet and helped him sit up. After the circulation in his feet returned, I helped him stand and step into a pair of underwear and an old pair of tennis shorts. I was shocked to see the difference in the crotch of the tight short. Gone was the once prominent masculine bulge. With his cock pulled back and nested between his testes his silhouette could easily be mistaken for a prominent, but feminine mons!

It wasn't long before he discovered that he would be forced for the duration to sit or squat to urinate which he confessed was terribly humiliating. Over Saturday and Sunday he came to terms with his predicament (sort of). He sat pretty gingerly these days, but by Monday most of the soreness was gone. Monday as he leaned over the sink to shave, I caught a glimpse of the head of his penis peeking out from between his thighs which I found adorable!

Over the next 12 days we didn't talk much about his predicament. I checked the sutures daily for infection and found none. The area was healing extremely well. He grew withdrawn and quiet as he adjusted to his own private set of frustrations. I removed the sutures on July 17 (though John had been complaining of them itching and pulling before that. That's when my real fun began and his frustrations increased. He had also confessed to me that he was really frustrated in his day-to-day activities. He'd see a nice looking woman causing the physical response - Poor Baby.

Then I told him that starting Monday (July 20) he would be responsible for keeping the house tidy and for having dinner on by the time I got home (he usually gets home about an hour before I do). I warned him that any complaint would lengthen his sentence. Also I would inspect his work and anything unsatisfactory would also increase his sentence.

Monday when I got home I smiled with contentment to see my hubby bustling around the kitchen, cleaning and cooking. I sat on the couch in the den and read a little of the paper. Then I called to him to turn supper down on low and come in for a talk. I told him that I had a hard day and he was to rub my feet and calves while I related some more rules for him. As he soothed away the day's fatigue, I told him that up to this point he had used my body for his pleasure. I let him know that would no longer be the case. Even if I let his cock loose, I was always to be pleasured before any relief on his part.

Next I asked him if he remembered how I looked naked. He nodded. I told him that he better burn that image into his brain, he was not to see me (or any other woman) naked until his cock was freed. Any attempt to see me unclothed would add a month to his sentence. Then I sent him to our toy box for the blind fold. By the time he had returned I had removed my hose. I installed the blind fold on him and tied his hand behind him with my hose (I think that's much sexier than cuffs). I then commanded him to get up under my skirt and service me. He whimpered but complied with an enthusiasm he hasn't had in a long time..

I was between my second and third climax when I realized that ‘This is the Life!' Hubby doing all the housework, pleasuring me at my whim. I flipped over and made him tongue my anus for good measure before I released him and we sat down to eat.

That was a month ago and things just keep getting better and better (for me anyway). I haven't told hubby yet, but I intend to keep him like this at least nine months to a year. I have some more of our antics I can share with you is your interested. I'm also looking for ideas to increase John's frustration (short of bedding another man).

Send ideas to chasticathy@hotmail.com

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