To be honest, I really had no idea exactly what I was getting into when I married my new wife. She had warned me that I was to be her "sex slave", and that I would only come if and when she allowed it, but the idea turned me on to no end, as was the idea of being locked in the chastity device. We both agreed it would be a good test of my ability to assume the role she demanded of a husband. Even the idea of her mother holding the key seemed sexy in a kinky way, especially since I found her mom to be a sexy and attractive older woman (more and more so the longer I remained locked up). I remained nervous about the idea of having my mother-in-law giving my wife and I instructions about sex, and worried more about just how involved she would be, but as our marriage day approached and I got hornier and hornier, my concerns were replaced by sexual fantasies.
None of my fantasies prepared me, however, for the sexual tsunami that has engulfed me since I was married yesterday. I was not expecting to be handcuffed naked to a bed on my wedding night, my new wife watching as my mother-in-law worked me into a raging lust I had never experienced before. It was scary how she knew and described so precisely how I was feeling, so full of semen that seethed within in need of release. I felt sure that if she touched my penis, I would spurt like never before, but she showed great skill in avoiding that. When I saw my beautiful wife naked and aroused, I was ready to explode, never expecting to be re-locked into the chastity device before I was freed to make love to her.
Now alone with her, she touched, kissed, and licked me into a frenzy, as if she wanted more than anything to make me come, but the chastity device effectively prevented me from reaching the point of ejaculation. Unable to achieve release, I concentrated on making love to her in every way that I could with my penis locked away. It was my best performance ever with a woman, my efforts having been rewarded by her several screaming orgasms. Again this afternoon, I found myself in the same position as yesterday, but this time it was my wife working me into an even greater throbbing lust than before. When she and her mother worked together to arouse me while sharing tastes of my pre-cum in a long kiss, I thought I would lose my mind.
"I think it's time for the next step," said my mother-in-law. She repositioned me on the bed, lying on my back with my head on the pillow and my hands cuffed to the brass headboard behind me. She then lifted my legs and spread them well apart and behind me, tying each ankle to the nearest bedpost. I am fairly limber, so I was not too uncomfortable, but the position left me feeling very exposed and vulnerable. Reaching under the bed, she pulled out a large flat box. "I have several family heirlooms here to pass down to you" she said to my wife, taking out a large rubber phallus attached to a leather harness. It was only a little longer than the penis of an average to well-hung man, but it was noticably thicker. She then removed her skirt, revealing the tantalizing sight of her black lace panties and the matching garters attached to the stockings on her shapely legs. My arousal turned to aprehension as she strapped the phallus on over her panties. I was sure I knew what was coming next, but I was wrong.
Reaching into the box again, she withdrew a traditional red rubber douch/enema bag, with the large douching nozzle attached to the hose. Handing it to her daughter, she left the room, returning shortly with a small pot. "Just some warm but very soapy water," she told my wife, who held the bag open while she poured it in. "It's less than half full" said my wife. "Thats okay" replied her mom, "I don't need a full bag for what I have in mind." Generously lubing the nozzle, she pressed it against my anus until it slid in all the way. She handed the bag to my wife and opened the valve to start the flow. Laying down beside me on the bed, she began to massage my balls with her hand, and she whispered to me: "There, that's not so bad, is it?"
I nodded in agreement. The warm flow into me, the sensual massage, and the intoxicating smell of her perfume were arousing me once again. "I have always believed in enemas for health and discipline," she continued, "but I find they are more effective when the solution has been well-churned inside." Now that the bag had emptied, she withdrew the nozzle and kneeled in front of me. Placing the large head of the phallus she was wearing against my still-lubed hole, she pressed her hips forward with a slow but steady pressure. Just as I was about to cry out in fear that it was too big, the head slipped past the sphincter, and the rest slid all the way in without trouble. I could not believe how wide I was stretched and how deep it was inside me. "Now," she told her daughter, who had moved beside us on the bed to watch more closely, "the skill in using a strap-on consists mostly in gauging the maximum stroke that will not result in 'fall-out'. The trick is to start out slowly at first and look down at what you are doing. You can look away and quicken your pace once you get a feel for the proper stroke."
She demonstrated by slowly withdrawing until the head barely started to emerge, and then slowly thrusting it deep inside again. After repeating this several times, she leaned over me and placed her hands in mine against the headboard, and began to pump faster and faster. I began to moan and gasp with each thrust; the soapy water was being vigorously churned within, and every stroke was driving home to me that this woman was my master. Her eyes looked into mine as she drank in every sound and expression I made.
Suddenly my wife leaned over between us, and placing her face above mine, kissed me deeply. It was the sexiest kiss I had ever had, and I returned it passionately. As we kissed and moaned into each others mouths, her mom smiled down at us, never slowing or missing a stroke. As I exchanged kisses with my beloved, and my mother-in-law simultaeously drove me to new heights of arousal and submission, there was no place else I would have rather been right then. But then my wife broke off our kiss and got off the bed. "Oh mom, you have to let me at him. I am so horny I have just got to come soon" she said, as she started removing her clothes.
Her mom stopped pumping, but arched her hips forward so that every inch was buried deep. Bringing her face down close to mine, she whispered: "Is that what you want, too? I am not ready to have you ejaculate yet, so I will have to lock you up again. You will have to hold that huge load of burning semen inside a while longer." I quickly nodded in agreement. It was no longer semen I was most anxious to expel. Getting rid of the soapy solution that frothed within my bowels was now my first concern.
She reached over and into the box again, producing a large rubber butt plug, every bit as wide as the phallus still inside me, and also dangling with straps and buckles. She slowly withdrew from me, but as soon as the head popped out of my anus, she presented the tip of the butt plug to the same spot and began to push it in. I groaned in despair as I felt it move deeply into place, guessing that my ordeal would not be soon over. She fastened and buckled the straps around my waist and thighs, clicking tiny padlocks through metal loops on each buckle. By then, my penis had softened enough for her to cage it in the chastity device and lock that as well. Then my wife helped her uncuff my hands and untie ny ankles.
Getting up off the bed, I ignored the pains in my muscles as I realized with panic that I would not be able to expel a drop with the plug in place. I pulled and twisted, but was unable to budge the plug even an inch, and unable to undo the buckles or break the straps. I looked to my wife for help, but she was grinning and clapping her hands, delighted by my predicament. "I will leave you alone with your bride," my mother-in-law said to me, "and I will take the key to the chastity device with me, although I suspect that is not the key you are most interested in right now." She showed me the key to the butt plug locks, hanging on a thin chain, and walked over to her daughter. Placing the chain around my wife's neck so that the key hung between her breasts, she told her: "Make love with him like you did last night, and unlock the plug only when he has satisfied you as well or better than before. He performed well when driven by arousal without release; it will be interesting to hear how he performs with a different motivation."
Turning back to me, she said: "You will naturally be tempted to rush your lovemaking; I suggest you resist. If you rush things, you are certain to be less satisfying, and will only delay the relief you seek." When her mother left the room, I already had a plan to beg my wife to release me first, but the look of lust and determination on her face, as well as the large wet spot on the panties she was removing, told me any plea would be in vain. I had no choice but to try to please her even better than before. Such was my fate in only the second night of my marriage; I could not help but wonder where it would go from here.
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J.F. Mann
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