A Vacation at the Amazon Nude Resort - Part Two

Home from the Amazon Nude Resort

As the land approached, she dressed completely, then, kissing me on the cheek, she sweetly murmured, "Well, lover, time to face the new reality! You're mine, all mine, and you know it! No more wanking in the shower...don't look at me like that, I know you do it, and that's okay, you just couldn't help yourself, but your masturbating days are over. I want you to save all that testosterone energy for me! Now, dear, just so you'll know, yes, I did purchase two keys...are you relieved? What a silly question...of course you are! But you need to know the new rules, dear. I learned a lot at the Amazon Nude Resort."

She unlocked the cuffs so I could get dressed. I removed the ball gag, flexed my aching jaw, and began to ask her what she meant, but she shushed me and told me to get dressed. I could feel the boat slowing, and making contact with the dock just as I was getting my shoes on. I had a million questions. My pants fit okay, even with the metal contraption on my privates, but I was a little concerned about the outline showing. She wouldn't tell me a thing until we were in our car on the way home. Because of the metal underwear, we elected to drive back rather than fly. That might have raised more than an eyebrow going through security.

As she drove, she began to relax. I couldn't. First of all, I had been recuffed, my arms behind the seat. At least she didn't gag me, so folks we passed on the highway wouldn't see anything strange. However, she did tell me in no uncertain terms that if I whined, complained, or made her angry with whatever I said, that she would pull over, apply the gag, and I would stay that way for a few hundred miles. Finally she began to explain her new "persona."

"Dearest," she said, while we were toodling along on the interstate, "you know that I love you, and would never do anything to really hurt you. But I've felt for the last few years that we've been in a rut, and that's why we went to the Amazon Nude Resort. I believed you were neglecting me, not because you didn't love me, but because you just didn't know how to treat me like the queen I need to be -"

"Honey," I interrupted, "I'm sorry, and I do intend to make it up to you. I love you, too, of course! But that resort was really intense, and I'm worried about you, and about us, now. Don't you want me to make love to you? I can't remain in this chastity belt forever! We have to see a locksmith or something, this is driving me crazy!!"

"Okay, darling, you asked for it!" She quickly pulled over to the side of the road, got out, came over to my door, and very firmly gagged me. This time, she used the penis gag. Its realistic latex head filled my throat, just short of causing the gag reflex. I couldn't talk at all. What she did next, I think, because I was really squirming now, was a punishment. She pulled my pants and shorts down to my ankles, where she used the belt to bind my ankles together. For good measure, she also bound together my legs at the knees. I was totally restrained, completely silenced, and embarrassingly naked below the waist, save for my chastity belt. She closed the car door, then got back in and started back on the road.

"Dear, I just can't have you interrupting me when I'm trying to tell you something important!" She giggled and stroked my left cheek. "Plus which, I just love to see you like this! I don't know why, but it just makes me wet to have my big man totally helpless and vulnerable!

"Okay, let me explain. That resort taught me a lot. While you were being someone's sexual plaything or locked in the stocks or doing chores, I went to several seminars. They really opened my eyes. For one thing, the traditional roles of men and women work just as easily, if not more so, in reverse. They believe, and passionately, that women should be in charge of their men, especially when it comes to sex. Most women have a strong sex drive, but men are insatiable in their lust. If that lust can be controlled, then the woman can have the most intensely fulfilling sex life as she wants. Without that control, the man becomes lazy, or worse, may even stray from the marriage."

I vigorously shook my head no, pleading with my eyes to her that I would never do that. I think she understood me.

"Yes, dear, I know you wouldn't want to do that, but one never knows....Anyway, the instructors were very clear in their directions, and most adamant that we women have the power to improve our marriages through chastity and discipline. Of course, I also attended the kinkier workshops, as well. You know how I love bondage games? Well, I've learned a thing or two that I'm just dying to try out on you! And I have some unfulfilled fantasies that you're going to help me with, also! In fact, you helped me have a couple already!"

I gave her a puzzled look. She smiled, dreamily, remembering the last two weeks.

"I'll explain in a minute, honey, but let me tell you something first.

"First, understand that I make the rules for as long as I want, thanks to that chastity belt. I know you want out of it, so you can get some relief, but there's more than one way to have sex. If you're a good boy, and pleasure me the way I want to be pleasured, then I'll let you out of that thing every now and then. Of course, we'll have to wait for the key. I'll even let you pick the numbers to try! Sooner or later you'll get the right one."

"The second thing I want you to understand, is that, until that key arrives, you are most definitely stuck in that belt. If you try to cut it off or get a locksmith to get it off, then you might as well find a divorce lawyer. I'm serious. This new life of ours is dependent on your acceptance of my control of you, so get used to it.

"The third thing I want you to know is that, although I am in charge of your sex life, I don't plan to make you miserable. I want to make you happy, too! However, what I want to do is do things for you, not only that you like, such as massages and home-cooked dinners, but things that you might not like at first. I want you to like this new life as much as I think I'm going to, because I am sooo excited! Remember that I said you let me have a couple of fantasies already?

"I had never made love to a woman before, and I got to do that. It was wild. Linda knew just where to lick me and touch me. And I've always wanted to see how well you could suck cock! I know Chet appreciated it! And I sure appreciated all those other men who got to taste my pussy! Oh, damn, I'm hot and wet thinking about it!" She had already had one hand off the wheel and pressed into her crotch for the last twenty or thirty miles.

"Lover, you are in for the ride of your life!" She spent the next thirty minutes half-concentrating on the road and thoroughly absorbed in her masturbation. I watched, fascinated, my dick straining against its metal tube. This woman, though not a stranger, was absolutely different from the one I married so long ago. I wanted her, badly!

Eventually, after almost causing a wreck from one too many orgasms, she again pulled off the road, where she untied me, pulled my pants back up, and ungagged me. Finally she uncuffed my hands. I was exhausted and sore, but I hugged her and told her I loved her.

We got home and unpacked, putting all our "toys" into the room which would become our dungeon. Our lives began a new routine, although work was still pretty much the same. Thank goodness we had our own business, so we could take off if absolutely needed. At lunch the Friday after our return, Bev left me at the office rather than taking me with her. Since I had a client at the time, I didn't think anything of it.

(What I had been thinking about, nonstop since returning home, was my sexless predicament! Well, not exactly "sexless," but definitely not what I had been used to. For one thing, I got no orgasms. For another, I seemed to be doing all the work! Sure, she would rub me and tease me, but only to make me hotter for her, so I would pay rapt oral attention to whatever part of her body needed it.... I digress.)

When she returned from lunch and the clients left, she closed the door and locked it, hanging the "Be Back Soon" sign on the door. She motioned for me to come into the back room. I followed her, curious. When I entered, I was somewhat stunned. Where I expected to see only the drab storage of office supplies, which were there but moved around, I saw something else. In the middle of the floor was a standing stock! There was a bar with cuffs for my hands and a hole for my head across the top, and two cuffs attached to D-rings on the sturdy base.

"Strip!" Bev commanded.

"Here? In the office?" I hesitated.

"Yes! Remember, I'm in charge!"

I began to take off my clothes until I stood there in only my metal belt. I knew what she wanted, so I attached my ankles to the cuffs on the base, which spread my legs apart by a couple of feet, then stood up to place my head in the position where I would be locked. She closed the top over my head and wrists, and locked it in place. I was her naked prisoner. She reached into a drawer and pulled out the penis gag, which she promptly inserted into my mouth. Then she kissed me on the cheek and swatted my butt, standing back to admire her handiwork.

"Guess what came in the mail, today, honey?" And she help up two keys, jingling them daintily in front of my face. Oh boy! But would either one work?

"It's not quitting time, yet, lover, so don't get too anxious! You just stay right there while I go back to work. See you soon!" She spanked my ass and walked out without closing the door. I heard her unlock the front door, meaning we were back in business for the rest of the afternoon.

I couldn't believe it! What if someone came back here and saw me? Usually, no one did, but what if? With the door wide open, could they hear me? I couldn't move much, but if I tried to get more comfortable, I did make a little noise.

All that afternoon, while locked in the stocks, I heard my lovely wife carry on business as if nothing unusual were going on. I wondered what was going through her head as she conversed with clients? I had one scare, when I heard someone get up to go to the bathroom, which was one doorway short of the room I was in. Had they gone that extra few steps, they would have gotten an eyeful! I was dying with anticipation and dread. Would the keys fit? Would someone discover me? As quitting time approached, I realized I was sweating from anxiety.

Finally, I heard the front door lock. Closing time! She came into the room.

"Okay, it's the moment of truth! But first, let me get comfortable!"

She took off her clothes, not like someone getting undressed at home for a shower or bed, but like a stripteaser, one garment at a time, sensuously dancing in front of me. My cock strained at its pitiful attempts to release itself from the metal cage it was in. She tantalized me by running her hands up and down my body, pausing to rub my chastity belt. She squeezed my buttocks and pinched my nipples and nibbled my ears. Normally this would have been great, but we were no longer normal. I was frustrated as hell.... and loving it?

"Enough of this tease. Time for the keys! Hmmm....where did I put them? Oh, I know, I left them out front on my desk! Wait just a sec, I'll go get them!" She was totally nude, and out in our front office! I did not remember if she had pulled the blinds or not! Wow! What if someone were to see her? In about a minute she was back with the keys. She giggled, and held them up so I could see.

"I don't know if they work or not! Tell you what, if one of them unlocks you, I will give you one of the best blowjobs you've ever had before I lock you back up! How's that?"

I looked her in the eye and vigorously nodded my head... as much as the stocks would allow, anyway.

She knelt in front of me and I could feel her hands on my chastity belt, working the key in the custom-made lock. Damn! It didn't fit!

"Sorry, darling, that one is useless. Guess I'll have to send it back. Should I try the other one? Oh, why not?" And I could feel her insert the key in the lock.......

[ Story continues in part 3 ]
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