**Pam’s Pleasure**

I was happy in my marriage; I thought, so was my wife.

We had married in our late twenties. We now each had just past our fortieth birthdays. There was never a question of us having Children, as we both enjoyed very busy careers. We had agreed from the beginning that our family of two would be best for us; children would only weigh us down. My wife had busied herself in her career; she’s now an executive in a large insurance company. Due to her success I have never had to sweat the frequent dry times I have experienced in my career as a travel writer. My wife often assured me that she enjoyed her work, it is just a bonus that her career supports us both through my dry times. In fact we would live quite well if I never brought in another dime.

I had only begun to sense any discontent on my wife’s part in the last couple of years, and that was not even due to anything on the part of our own marriage. It seems that our marriage was now suffering in comparison to some ideal her sister and brother-in-law had achieved in their marriage. Sisters talk, so I was not privy to the details. I only knew my sister-in-law’s husband had somehow turned himself around. Formally, he was known to my wife as that wandering rat who was the reason for my sister-in-law’s suffering; wasn’t it wonderful how compatible we were in our own marriage. Then not long ago, he became the wonderfully attentive Dave who always brought his wife flowers and did all the housework; why didn’t I ever make any efforts to please her. Well, we had both been happy for the last 12 years, I saw no reason to change now. Dave had been less of a pain to me as that "wondering rat". At least I did not have to watch him help my wife with the dishes, while I sat with my glaring sister-in-law. It was as if I had waken in some twilight zone where the husbands where expected to do the housework while the wives sat chatting about how good their husbands where in the kitchen. I felt no need to help, after all, it was her sister being entertained here.

It was such an evening that I first sensed something unpleasant might be coming my way. My sister-in-law, Stacey, sat glaring at me across the table while her husband Dave busied himself clearing away the dishes. As an attempt at a conversation starter I decided to ask Stacey about the blood donation I had made to her lab at my wife’s urging. I asked her if my blood donation had helped in the tests she was performing. Dave stopped in his tracks letting out a slow groan; soon Stacey’s glare fell upon Dave who quickly returned to business. She turned back to me, smiled, and said, "we should have quite satisfactory results soon". This exchange had made me feel extremely uneasy. First, I knew that any further questions would be fruitless, because Pam’s work at the genetics lab was "classified". Second, I did not find the smile anymore reassuring than the glare. The whole situation had become so uncomfortable, that I excused myself. I actually found myself seeking refuge in the kitchen, where I helped Dave to clean up. I shooed my wife out so her sister would not be left to herself. After the exchange, Dave would not look me in the eye and he refused to respond to any of my questions about what was going on. Though, it would be soon enough before I would know more that I ever wanted about this "classified" secret.

It was less than two weeks later when my wife awoke me to my new life. Pam gently woke me, saying "Tony… Tony, will you hold me." I groggily rolled over and took her in my arms. She continued, "Tony, don’t let go of me until I ask. I have something very important to explain to you. Just hold on to me. Do you understand." I nodded ascent.

I felt aroused. I thought I felt Pam’s hand holding my crotch. I whispered, "Ooh, I like the way you’re holding me…" I was throbbing, but I felt she was holding a bit too tight, so I added "…but don’t hold so tight, I can’t get hard."

"Shhh", she said, "I have something I need to tell you now. I’ve got a special gift for us; it will improve our love life. That is not my hand that you are feeling, it is a very special gift."

She had my attention! "What is it?"

"It is very complicated, it will be best if you learn a little bit about it yourself. Take your left arm from around me and explore it with your hand."

I now felt both her arms around me as she held me firmly in her arms. No, it wasn’t her holding me down there. As I awoke I could feel I was wearing "the gift". I was confused. "How did you stick this thing on me without waking me?"

"That will all be explained, but first you need to learn what it is. Just touch it, it’s nice."

I slowly reached down. Where I expected to feel hair, I found something hard and rubbery. Pam could see my concern.

"Just feel it. Don’t try to pull it off because it will hurt you if you don’t do it right."

I actually began to find myself a bit turned on, with my wife tightly holding me while I examined the rubber device she had somehow managed to wrap over my crotch while I had been asleep. As my hand probed further down I found the entire area from my pubic bone up through the crack of my buttocks was covered with what felt like a quarter inch thick strip of rubber. The device seemed to actively resist any efforts to feel under it, with it gripping my balls uncomfortably tight at even minor efforts to do so. I was getting very excited. My wife felt calm and in control, I was breathing hard, my cock was throbbing, but she had it effectively out of my reach. I stopped thinking; my sex drive went into overdrive.

For almost an hour I licked every inch of her body. I came down on her, pleasuring Pam with my tongue, having lost use of my other probing member. I sucked on her clit and explored her slit with my tongue until my face was soaked in her juices. She soon came in rivers of ecstasy.

Shortly I was lying by her side while she came down from her high. I was as worked up as ever. I pleaded, "Now that you have had your fun, do I get my turn."

"Of course", she purred, "but first we must free your cock."

I nodded in agreement.

Pam reached over to her nightstand where there lay a metal cuff with a digital readout. It read "40:00". She asked me for my leg, so I lifted my knee to my chest, so that she could reach my ankle and snap the cuff into its place. "You’ve got 40 minutes", she announced, as the readout began its countdown, 39:59.. 39:58.. 39:57..

To my surprise I felt movement at my crotch, as whatever it was began to loosen its grip on my cock. I was free, but instead of relief, I felt panic. It looked like a flat snake was making its way down my leg. "What is this thing?", I gasped.

"It’s a gift from my sister. You now have a new pet. It’s a genetically modified eel. He is moving towards your bracelet, because it is attracted to the pheromones the bracelet is releasing. When your time is up the bracelet will shutoff and the eel will return to its home."

"Its home!? You mean my crotch."

"Yes, that is its home now. Stacey and Dave have been quite happy with his pet. They affectionately call his crotch-eel, Faithful. In time you will appreciate the security of having a crotch-eel. I even have a name for yours, Pampers. As in ‘when Tony’s in his Pampers, he pampers me’." She was shaking with laughter at this.

"This is not funny!" The thing was half way down my leg now. It had no apparent head and was about a foot long. It was freaking me out so much I tried to shake it off my leg, but it held tight.

"Don’t do that!", Pam warned, "You’ll regret it."

I couldn’t stop myself, I wanted it off me. I slapped at it and the next thing I knew I was rigid with pain.

"Stupid! That’s an electric eel. It’s got 20,000 volts. Any attempt to peel or knock it off will result in an extremely painful electric shock. And another thing, don’t be foolish and try to inject Pampers with anything. He feeds by tapping directly into your bloodstream; any chemicals will go directly into your blood."

The eel was now coiled around the cuff about my ankle. "How is this going to improve our love life."

"You’ve seen Stacey and Dave."

I nodded.

"Well Stacey has found that the crotch-eel takes effective control of her husband’s libido; it is her experience that with this in her control, all else follows."

Well I came to regret having wasted that forty minutes whining and fretting, because it was nearly three weeks before my Pampers came off again, by which time I was putty in Pam’s hands.

Life with a crotch-eel is not always easy, but I have found that having Pam at the center of my life is not always such a bad thing.

Stacey has gone into business. She is quite happy to sell a crotch-eel to interested wives. In case you ever find yourself in the grip of the crotch-eel, here are some things I have learned during the last six months living with my pet.

To my surprise, toilet breaks are not a problem. Crotch-eels latch onto the cock because they are thirsty creatures and they have a way of letting you know it too. I find I have to drink at least a gallon of water a day to keep thirst away. So toilet breaks are frequent, but not too inconvenient. One must sit to pee. Once you let loose, there is a delay of about thirty seconds before the eel releases your water. After you’re done, you just wait another sixty seconds, then gently wipe the eel dry.

Pooping is also not a problem, due to the way the eel feeds. Because I was worried at the strange sensations I felt, Pam explained to me what was happening. The crotch-eel feeds from the sphincter, a muscle that is quite rich in blood. The eel can sense when something is coming down the pipe, because there is a surge of blood down the muscle as solids are carried down. This causes the eel to detach itself from the muscle and move enough to one side to let everything pass. It then cleanses the area before reattaching to the sphincter. Then all that is left is a small wipe up job to finish up.

The cuff my wife uses to attract the eel is quite an ingenious device. First, in order to work it must be programmed on the computer. Once it is set, one only need to snap it shut. It releases a chemical that attracts the eel until it shuts off, at which time the eel returns to its nest (i.e. my crotch). At the end of the time, the cuff snaps open and will not operate again until it is reset on the computer. Of course the program that accomplishes this in encrypted and password protected. The galling part is that the cuff will only snap shut on my ankle. Pam has shown me that it will not otherwise snap shut, even around her own ankle. She told me Stacey had genetically encoded the cuff to my blood. I thought that was a sweet touch.

My wife makes no secret about where she keeps the bottle she fills the cuff from. I tried using some of it to lure the eel while she was out. Unfortunately, the chemical in the bottle must be processed in the cuff for it actually to attract the eel. Sometimes science sucks, doesn’t it.

Since I have been keeping the pet, its home has become quite hairless. Yes, this loathsome creature secrets some slime that retards hair growth. Pam seems delighted by this, but in the rare instances I have had to examine the area I have found the look to be quite humiliating. Stacey thought the hairless look would work to the benefit of both the eel’s and its owner’s hygiene. The fact that it turns Pam on seems to be just a bonus.

Finally, and worst of all, these things are addictive. Pam told me that after three months of hearing Dave whine Stacey happily agreed to remove his pet Faithful from his body. In just six hours Dave was physically ill. He was unable to keep food down or sleep. After just 48 hours he was begging for Faithful to be returned. Of course Stacey made him agree to certain conditions, to which he quickly acquiesced. Stacey likes to recount this incident to both Dave and me. She laughingly states that if only Dave had been more patient, he would have been over his addiction in just six weeks, provided he didn’t starve to death first. Dave has confirmed this story to me himself.

Between the crotch-eel and the cuff, Pam has complete control over when I cum. I’m much better off than Dave, though, that still is not saying much. As much as I hate what she has done to me, my main desire has become to please Pam. I feel my self-will slowly slipping away, replaced by Pam’s will.

Sorry, I’ve got to go. I better make dinner now, or Pam won’t be happy.

ANON

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