The Well-Tempered Husband - Part 2

You might as well read part 1 first - the link is above. If you can't be bothered, here's a brief synopsis: Sally, my wife, had tricked me into our bedroom and handcuffed me to the bed. Within minutes I had been trapped in a steel chastity belt. There were three keys - one deposited in a Swiss bank vault, another attached to some papers that Sally had sent to her solicitor, and a third that she had given to Jason, her new lover. OK, now read on.

Sally returned and released the handcuff in my left wrist, leaving my right arm still attached to the bed-head. She threw the key to the other handcuffs onto the bed, where I could just reach it. Quickly I released myself and stood, naked except for this awful chastity belt that encased my genitalia.

"For fuck's sake, Sally, get this bloody thing off me!" I yelled, moving towards her. I'm not normally a violent man, but I had every intention of gripping her and shaking some sort of compliance out of her.

"Fifteen days!" said Sally. I hesitated.

"What do you mean?" I asked. There was something vaguely menacing in her tone of voice.

"Fifteen days. That's clear enough, isn't it? I was planning to leave you two weeks before getting Jason to, well, to relieve you. But you just swore at me, so I added a day. Don't you think that's reasonable?"

"No I bloody well don't! Look, Sally, a joke's a joke, but this -"

"Sixteen days" murmured Sally. I stopped, and looked at her. Suddenly the will to resist was draining out of me.

"You're serious about this, aren't you?" I asked.

"I've never been more serious in my life, Rick. You're locked in that device for the next sixteen days. At least. If you suffer any significant discomfort I may ask Jason to come and look you over - I don't want you to suffer any infections. That little willie of yours isn't ever going to get anywhere near my body for the foreseeable future, but I've got other plans for it, and I want it kept healthy and functioning.

"Right now, I want you downstairs in the kitchen. There's some washing-up that needs doing. Get on with it."

"OK" I said. "I'll just get dress..."

"NOW!" said Sally. She didn't shout - she just said it, firmly, making it clear that I had no option. But I still hesitated.

"Do you want me to make it seventeen days?" she asked, softly. I shrugged, and went downstairs. The kitchen looked as though she'd been saving up several days of dirty dishes for me. Naked except for this ghastly steel contraption that entrapped my cock, I turned the tap and started on my set task.

I had to dry the dishes too, and put them away, and make sure the kitchen was tidier than it had ever been before. Several times my fingers went automatically to my groin, where normally I would have been able to obtain some pleasure, some relief. But although my balls were available to my touch, the prick was encased behind a steel shield that prevented me from deriving any of my usual delights. I got on with my task.

When the kitchen looked as though we'd just moved into a new house I ventured out to the sitting room, where Sally was watching the TV.

"Is it OK to join you now?" I asked. "The kitchen's tidier than it's ever been since we moved in."

Sally looked up at me and smiled. "Well done, Rick," she said. "Now look at the book by the telephone and find Jason's number."

The telephone was on the same shelf as the TV. I looked under 'J', and found a number against Jason's name. How long ago had Sally entered that name, I wondered. None of my own friends had names beginning with J, so it could have been there for a long time without me finding it.

"OK, I've got it."

"Dial it. When Jason answers, just say 'This is Rick, and my body is entirely at your disposal."

I looked sharply at Sally. "I can't say that!"

"Sevent-"

"Okay, okay!" I interrupted. God, I thought, she's no longer the passive, and sexless bitch I'd grown used to these past few years! I picked up the phone and dialled.

Ring. Ring. Ring...

"Hello?" A deep, sexy, male voice. I hesitated, briefly. But...

'This is Rick" I said, my voice slightly tremulous, "and my body is entirely at your disposal."

For several seconds there was silence. I looked towards Sally, eyebrows raised. "Wait" she ordered. I waited.

"Good!" He said it slowly, sensually. Several more seconds passed before he spoke again. Again I waited.

"If he asks you questions" Sally murmured "Just answer 'Yes, Sir' or 'No, Sir'. Every other word will add another day to your sentence." I nodded.

"You're Rick?" That deep, sensual voice again.

I hesitated. "Yes, Sir" I at last responded.

"And you know about me?"

"I - yes, Sir" I replied. I heard Sally whisper "Seventeen" behind me.

"You know that I've been fucking your Mistress?"

"Mistress? For fuck's sake, she's my wife, dammit!" I responded, and slammed the phone down. "Look, Sally, this has gone too far!" I expostulated. "I can't agree to any of this! Let's call a halt now!"

Sally zapped the TV and stood up. God knows where it appeared from, but she was holding in her hand a riding crop - one of those stiff-but-flexible leather things, slender, with a little loop of soft leather at the end. She was fully dressed, and in command. I was naked, and suddenly I felt very vulnerable.

"You haven't quite grasped your situation yet, Rick, have you? I've accepted your kind offer to allow me to put your willie away forever. Do you understand the meaning of 'for ever'? It doesn't mean I'll let you out when we go to bed tonight. Neither does it mean I'll relent if you're very, very good for the next day or so. It's forever. Forever and ever, amen. Permanent. Your little willie is no longer your own. It's mine, and I have chosen to put it away in that belt you're now wearing."

"But that's crazy!" I shouted. "I could go out to my workshop in the shed, and it would only take a half-hour with a hacksaw to get this fucking thing off my prick!"

"Ah!" she responded, an unnerving smile spreading across her pretty face. "But you won't do that, will you?" She put down the TV zapper and came to stand square in front of me, riding crop grasped firmly in her right hand while she slapped it rhythmically into the palm of her left hand. "I'd divorce you if you did!"

That took me aback. Divorce was something I had to avoid at all costs, and Sally knew it. I earn big money, but only because Sally's father gave me a job in the family business the day we got engaged. And we bought our house, our cars, with big loans from the company. If I lost Sally, I'd lose everything, even my job prospects. Pa-in-law would see to it that no-one outside the company would ever employ me. Tactical change of subject, I thought.

"Are you threatening me with that thing?" I asked, looking pointedly at the riding crop.

"No, I'm offering it as an alternative" responded Sally. "Either you ring Jason back right now, and apologise to him for your rudeness, or you subject yourself to twelve strokes with this crop and ring Jason in an hour's time. Choose. I have to say we were expecting a reaction like this from you. You've always been impetuous and selfish."

Hell, I needed time to think. Sally had hinted obliquely about divorce in the past, but she'd never actually used the d-word and I never took her seriously. Now there was a determined, almost wicked, expression on Sally's face that I'd not seen before. I could take the twelve strokes, I thought, easy. It'd give me an hour to sort things out in my mind.

"OK, Sally, I'll let you use that thing on me. Get on with it!" I held out my hand to receive the punishment.

Sally turned angrily away from me. For a few seconds she was silent. Then she turned to face me again.

"Rick" she said evenly, "I don't think you've quite understood the situation. A few months ago I had actually decided to divorce you. I was going to speak to my father about it the very next day after we had that row about sex. But when you said I could lock away your willie I realised that there was another alternative.

"The chastity belt is part of that alternative. It's functional - it keeps your willie under lock and key. But its main value is in what it symbolises. I've decided to take control."

"Aw, come on Sal -"

"Shut up!" Sally snapped. "And kneel!"

To my own surprise, I knelt.

"Here are the rules" she continued. One - I'm only 'Sally' when you're fully dressed in your office clothes. At all other times I'm 'Mistress', Got that?"

"Er, yes, OK, I suppose so."

"Eighteen days. You reply 'Yes, Mistress', and that's all you say. If I want extra words from you I'll ask for them. Now, have you understood Rule One?"

"Yes Mistress." I wasn't used to blind obedience. Oddly, it felt very comforting, releasing, to do just what she told me and leave the consequences to Providence.

"Rule Two - you don't stay late at the office. Don't worry - I'll clear that with Dad. I want you here at all other times. There are jobs that need doing." She paused.

"Yes, Mistress." I was getting the hang of this, I thought.

Rule Three - I may take lovers. I may even bring them home here, and when I do you will be very, very polite to them. For now, Jason is my lover. If you've got a problem with that, my lawyer can put the divorce wheels in motion. Tell me what you think." She looked at me questioningly. I still had a nugget of resistance left in me, but I knew the answer she had to have ...

"No problem, Mistress."

"Good." She looked at her watch. "Now bend over the back of that armchair!"

I thought it would be a token punishment but no. I got six hard, stinging strokes on my left butt cheek, and another six in my right. I resolved not to cry out, and nearly succeeded, but at the eleventh stroke it stung so much I was sure Sally must have drawn blood. "Aaagh!" I cried. She paused for about ten seconds before giving me the twelfth stroke, just as hard and painful as the other eleven, then she told me to stand up.

"Go over and look at yourself in the mirror" she ordered, handing me a tube of salve. She hadn't drawn blood. My cheeks were red, verging on purple in places, but the skin was still intact. The salve was an antiseptic, soothing cream, and I applied it liberally to my arse. I could feel my prick trying futilely to expand in its steel tube. Why, I wondered, should such a beating arouse me?

"Go to the kitchen and make me a cup of coffee. When you've served it, it'll be time for you to give Jason a call back."

I obeyed. In the kitchen, as the filter machine hissed and spluttered, I had a few minutes to muse on my sudden change of circumstances. I'd come home from the office a normal, in-control husband, found my wife was in an unusually sexy frame of mind, and sat with her watching - of all things - a porno video. Minutes after that I had been locked into an impenetrable steel chastity belt. I'd been subjected to an outrageous, ongoing episode of humiliation and domination, and been soundly thrashed across my arse.

And to my utter amazement, I was liking it. I felt comforted, secure. It even seemed natural to think of Sally as my Mistress. And on reflection, I could even see some measure of justification for her decision to take a lover.

I made only enough coffee for one cup, plus a bit extra in case she wanted a top-up. None for myself - I guessed she'd have said if I was allowed to have any. I made up a little tray with the coffee and a couple of biscuits and took it to my Mistress.

"Thank you, Rick," she said sweetly. "I think you should ring Jason again now."

"OK," I responded. "What should I say?"

"What should I say, MISTRESS!" she snapped. "The way you're going, it'll be a month before your willie sees the light of day again!" I sagged.

"What should I say to Jason, Mistress?" I said, contritely.

"Call him `Sir'. Tell him how sorry you are for breaking off the earlier conversation. Tell him you have been punished. Repeat that your body is entirely at his disposal. He'll take over from there."

I picked up the phone. "What number do I dial, Mistress?"

"Just press `redial'. You don't need to know his number."

I obeyed, and listened to the tones as British Telecom connected me with the man who had recently been fucking my wife. A few seconds' pause, then -

"Hello?" That deep, slow, sexy voice.

"Hello, Sir. This is Rick. I've been ordered to ring you again and tell you how much I regret my rudeness in breaking off our earlier conversation." I paused. He said nothing. "Er, Sir," I added apologetically.

"Well, OK, tell me then," said Jason.

I gulped. He's making this difficult, I thought. "I really am most sorry for my grossly impolite behaviour, Sir. I had no intention to offend. It was just the shock of hearing you say you had been fucking my Mistress. Please forgive me, Sir!"

"What else?"

I hesitated. What else did I have to say? Ah, yes.

"I have been punished, Sir, for my rude and offensive behaviour. Twelve strokes on my, er, posterior. With a riding crop. Oh, and, um, I have to repeat that my body is entirely at your disposal, for whatever purposes you may have in mind, Sir."

I heard a satisfied grunt from Jason's end of the line.

"And yes, Sir, I do know you have been fucking my Mistress. From what I saw in the video she showed me, she's a very lucky lady!" God knows what made me add that remark. But it was true. The prick I'd seen in the video was a most remarkable organ. I could just picture it, penetrating a good three inches deeper beyond Sally's labia than my own tool had ever been able to go. She would have loved that. And I even found myself wondering what it would be like to put my own fingers around that massive erection.

"OK, Rick, listen!" ordered Jason, bringing me back from the brief reverie that had gripped me. "There's one thing you haven't quite understood. You keep talking about the lady who used to be you wife as `your' Mistress. She's not yours any more. You are hers. She's Mistress. Just Mistress. Got that?"

I gulped. "Yes, Sir."

"Tell Mistress that you deserve six more strokes for that error," he ordered. Then I'll get down to business."

I turned towards Mistress. "He says I deserve six more strokes for referring to you as `my' Mistress."

"Right," said Mistress. "Six from him, and another six from me. We'll deal with that later." I turned my attention back to Jason.

"Sir, Mistress says she'll deal with that later. Is there anything else you wish to tell me?"

Jason chuckled. "You bet there is!" he said." But first, tell me. You're naked now, right?"

I hesitated. "Yes, Sir," I eventually replied.

"Completely?"

"Well, no, Sir. I'm wearing a - a chastity belt."

"And you're not due for release for another fourteen days?"

"Er, well, Sir, it's actually seventeen days. "I looked at Mistress, and she nodded.

"And you know I've got the key?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, Rick, you're in luck," Jason declared. "Tomorrow night I'll be coming over there to fuck the pretty little lady you once called your wife. In your own bed. I'll want you there, to see how the job ought to be done. You happy with that?"

I knew I ought to feel shocked. But somehow the idea excited me. To see Jason, the massive-membered male in the video, thrusting himself deeper into Sally's wet cunt than I'd ever been able to go, well, it actually thrilled me to think I might be privileged to watch it.

"She tells me you're not exactly the best-endowed partner she's had. How big are you? Or should I say, how small?"

"Six inches, Sir!" I replied.

"That's what I've heard. Maybe I'll takeoff your chastity belt tomorrow night and measure it. Yeah, perhaps I should anyway, to check that it's all right. You've never been put away in a CB before, have you?"

"No, Sir," I admitted.

"Well, OK then. Five minutes release tomorrow night while we check your poor little cock. Then your seventeen days will start over. Now tell me what you think the real length is. For every quarter inch you're wrong, either way, you get to suck my dick for a quarter hour tomorrow night. You happy with that?"

Oh my gawd, I thought. I had never, in my whole life, even contemplated the possibility of coming into such intimate contact with another man's penis. Suddenly my entire understanding of the world was turning upside down.

And yet .

I'd seen the prick in the video. My mind started to imagine my mouth closing over that massive member, imagining how it would feel on my lips, my tongue. I felt my own puny prick trying desperately, uselessly, to expand in the restricted chamber of the chastity belt. And I knew my answer had to be .

"Yes, Sir, I'm happy with that!"

I saw Mistress smile. Clearly she knew what Jason had proposed.

"So what is the true length of your little willie? "he asked. Oh, God, she's been talking to him about it, I thought. I knew I couldn't minimise my forfeit by underestimating or exaggerating my cock size. I had to guess as accurately as possible.

"Five and a quarter inches, Sir" I replied. With luck, I thought, that would limit me to fifteen minutes of cock-sucking. It might even be true, and I'd escape the penalty altogether.

"Very well, Rick. Tomorrow night we'll see. Exactly what you've got trapped away in that little metal tube. And you, my poor, sad little friend, will get to witness the sort of fucking that a wife really deserves from her mate! Now I want to speak with Mistress!"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir!" I mumbled, and passed the handset to Mistress.

They only chatted for ten minutes or so, but it was easy to tell just how close they had become in the few months they'd known each other. They discussed their own sexual fantasies, and how they would enact them, and they talked of how they would treat me. Meanwhile I just stood there and tried to look unaffected. The fact that she and he were able to exchange such intimacies so easily made me feel utterly humiliated.

Their goodbyes were quite sickening - she even held the ear piece to her cunt, briefly, so that Jason could `kiss' her there before their last farewell. When she finally put the phone down she turned to me.

"Follow me!"

I followed her. To the warm little room where the central heating boiler was installed, where we keep the vacuum cleaner, the brooms, the cleaning rags, the tins of foul-smelling furniture polish. There was a shiny steel chain lying on the floor, and Mistress picked up one end and attached it to a d-ring on my chastity belt. The other end, I could see, was fixed to a ring-bolt on top of a curious box newly attached to the floor.

"The inflatable camping mattress is in that cupboard," she said, pointing. "I don't want you in my bed tonight. You can sleep here."

"Are you sure you're not taking this too far? "I asked, deliberately not calling her `mistress', but afraid to call her Sally.

"I'm absolutely," she said, tucking a finger in the waist band of my chastity belt; "fucking," she added, pulling downwards so that I was forced into a kneeling position;" certain," she concluded, releasing me and walking to the door.

"Goodnight, you pathetic little turd!" she said gently. "Tomorrow's Saturday, so you don't have to get up early. That timer box will release you at 9am - bring me breakfast in bed by twenty past, and we'll discuss your future. Goodnight Rick!"

She leaned towards me and planted a kiss on my forehead, then departed. I heard her climb the stairs to our - her - bedroom. Anger briefly arose in me.

"YOU FUCKING COW!" I shouted, and immediately regretted my outburst. I heard Mistress's bare feet descending the staircase, and the door opened again.

"Twenty-one days," she whispered to me between clenched teeth. "Three weeks before that pathetic little prick of yours gets let out for anything other than a brief examination. Don't ever, EVER talk to me like that, even if you think I can't hear! The chastity belt needn't be the end if it - there are plenty of other restrictions I can put on you if you behave badly!"

She sidled close to me and began caressing my left nipple. "Would you like to have a stainless steel ring inserted here?" she asked lightly. "So handy for fixing chains! And there are plenty of other places on your body where you could be pierced for my convenience! And other things too! Jason's suggested I should have you branded with my initials. Or tattooed. I'm not keen- it would be a shame to mark this pretty, slim body of yours."

Her fingers passed lightly down my bare body to caress my balls, bulging each side of the front shield of my chastity belt.

"Jason knows somebody who could remove these for you. Under proper surgical conditions of course!" Yet again my prick twitched and tried to erect itself within its shiny metal prison. I said nothing.

"We don't want to have to go to these extremes, do we?" asked Mistress, sweetly. "You'll be very nice to me from now on, won't you?"

Oh, yes, you fucking bet I will, I thought. I don't mind submitting to you. I even seem to be finding it a bit of a turn-on. But I hate you for doing this to me, and I'll be looking for every opportunity that arises for turning the tables on you. Right now you hold all the aces, and I'll be obedient and submissive. I'll do everything I have to, and I'll survive. But if you let your guard down, just one little bit, I'll exploit it and turn the tables on you!

"Yes, Mistress!" I answered dutifully. "I'm sorry I let my temper get the better of me. I promise it won't happen again Mistress. I love you, and I'll do everything that you want me to do."

She smiled sweetly at me, and went upstairs to bed.

And fuck you, you bloody bitch, I added under my breath as she went.

I inflated the camping mattress, and found a few rags to spread across it. Luckily there was a blanket, brought down to be used as rags but not yet torn up, that I could use to cover myself. And in this way I set myself down to sleep through my first night as a permanently-belted submissive.

Feedback, and suggestions is appreciated.

© Peter Pain 2001

Peter Pain - velveteel@yahoo.co.uk

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