Supplementary Training

"Now, honey, stop complaining. You agreed this punishment was fair, and you've only got a few more hours to go. Finish taking your vitamins so you'll be ready for your workout. You know you'll be sore after the cuffs come off. Open."

And with that, she dropped a handful of tablets into my mouth, and i swallowed, followed by the glass of water she held to my lips. i'd recognized most of the pills but there were a couple of new ones. But what the hell -- i love and trust my wife, and she's a nurse, so she oughtta know.

Not that i had a lot of choice in the matter. i was naked, collared, backcuffed, shackled, and kneeling, the chain of the shackles padlocked to the handcuff connecting link in the classic hogtie position. i had been kneeling like that for an hour, knees wide apart Gorean Pleasure Slave style to give her the view of the CB-2000 Chastity Device she demanded.

i'd been distracted from the discomfort by having tongued her to several orgasms, the last with her fingernails dug into the back of my head, holding me in so close it was hard to breathe. But she had cooled down from that experience, leaving me to wait while she showered, dried, and brought the small pile of pills back from the bathroom. The position was starting to strain my legs.

With her somewhat unpredictable schedule and me working out of the house, it had been only a matter of time before she'd come home midday to catch me jerking off. She was furious of course, and it was that very night she'd made me order the CB-2000 -- with express shipping. It arrived two days later and i spent my first night in it as we 'tuned' the fit with the various rings and spacers. Eventually we found a combination that was safe for long-term wear and still completely secure.

And yet even though that sizing was completely secure (there is *no* getting my balls out) she discovered during one shared soapy Saturday morning shower that my cock could pull out the back, defeating the purpose of the no-access concept. (Fidelity has never been an issue, merely unauthorised autoerotic activity.) And so it was that the frightful-looking spiked 'Rings of Intrigue' were added to the package i am required to wear. i was quite surprised to discover that the medium-sized spike ring is mostly comfortable, since it only becomes noticeable when it contacts the shaft of my cock in full erection. She thinks that's fine -- there's no way i'll be getting aroused without thinking of her and the key she wears on a gold chain around her neck, taunting me between her ample breasts. That was about a year ago.

So it is that i am caged, except when she wants sex, which is fortunately often. After i've brought her to the first of her orgasms the cage is (usually!) removed and what follows is wonderful, made all the sweeter by the anticipation of denied access. It goes back on right after.

Which brings us to my present condition, naked, kneeling, backcuffed. i had to admit i'd been slacking off on the housework and my workout program, and agreed that a morning of close bondage followed by a strenuous workout and a solid day of catching up on the cleaning was in order. (But she'd said 'You are mine all day, no questions asked.' i wondered what that would mean.)

The stainless steel collar is standard dress, and i spend most of my days naked, enforced by the handcuffs on an 18" connecting chain and shackles that prevent my wearing pants or shirt but permit most household activities. Damn frustrating it is, collared, naked, chained, but completely unable to touch the member that would gain me a moment of release from the sexual tension.

"You have another hour in this position to consider the error of your ways and dedicate yourself to improvement," she said from behind me, and i felt a paddle smack my ass. "Ow!" i said, more from surprise than pain, and in that moment she stuck a ball gag in my mouth and buckled it on. "What was that you once told me?" she asked, rhetorically. "All gags lock on if you're backcuffed." All i could do was nod. She knotted a silk scarf over my eyes, and i was left alone with my thoughts. i heard her leave the bedroom and begin preparing her breakfast.

The timer began beeping after an eternity, and just in time, as i felt my legs starting to cramp. Shortly after, i heard her return to the room. "Are you ready to get on with your day's activities?" she asked, and i nodded urgently. "I wonder" she said, as i felt her attaching the 18" 'day-chain' handcuffs before removing the close-linked pair. She removed the lock connecting the close cuffs to the shackles, leaving them securely in place on my ankles. She untied the scarf blindfold and helped me to my feet. i was quite stiff. She clipped a leash to the collar and let me step through the 18" chain connecting my wrist cuffs. With a tug of the leash i was led out of the bedroom and to the stairclimber.

She slipped the leash loop handle over the stairclimber handgrips, and said "Hang on, baby." She set the timer for 45 minutes and said "Go for it!" i set off at my usual warm-up pace when Whack! i felt the stinging blow of a leather flogger on my ass. "Faster!" And so faster i went, the hydraulic cylinders hissing with every stroke. i thought i heard her walk away and slowed just a bit to make it through the 45 minutes. Whack! Whack! "No slacking! That's what got you into this predicament in the first place!" i got the message, breath coming heavier now, emphasising just how out of shape i'd let myself get. "Stop!" she commanded, and i froze, panting through my nose. She reached up, unbuckled the gag, and poured a tall glass of water into my mouth. "You need to stay hydrated, lover, you have a long day still ahead of you. Now get back to it!" With another few whacks of the flogger i was back up to my earlier pace.

i was wheezing and sweating at the end of the 45 minutes but i hadn't earned very many more 'encouraging' whacks to keep on pace. After a 5-minute cooldown i was allowed to step off the machine. She took the leash from the handgrip and tugged me toward the bathroom and into the tub. She handed me a bar of soap and turned on the shower, the cold water hitting me like a slap. Shocking yet refreshing at once. "Hurry up!" she said, but i wasn't needing any convincing. A quick dunk of my head into the stream to get the sweat out of my hair and i was ready to step out. "Not yet" she said, and used the spray hose to rinse over, under, around, and through the cage that imprisoned my shrinking cock. "Okay, out, dry off, then come get your breakfast." She turned and left the room.

After a thorough towel dry and a couple of minutes with the hair dryer removing the last of the moisture from the cage area, i went into the kitchen, where the smell of bacon and eggs still hung in the air. Imagine my surprise when i was saw her pouring nonfat milk over a bowl of cereal. She stuck a spoon into the bowl and handed it to me. "You've got some weight to get off -- you've let yourself slide too far. And be quick about it. When you're done with that you can wash the dishes and start the vacuuming. I'm having some friends over this evening."

Personally, i thought it was a bit much for her to follow me around the house, 'encouraging' me with whacks from the flogger, but she just said "this is my only day off, and I'll enjoy it how I want to."

By early evening the house was looking pretty good again. i was summoned to the center of the living room. Again she had me step through the 18" chain, returning my hands behind my back. "Position" she said, and i clasped my hands together, where i could feel her reapplying the close cuffs. This time, she didn't remove the daychain -- i was wearing them both. "Down" she said, and i knelt. i heard the jingle of chain and the click of the padlock once again securing me in that position. "Knees" she reminded me, and i opened them as far as i could. She returned to a position in front of me.

"You did a good job today, but your duties are not complete. Before we get to that, here's your afternoon dose of supplements. Open." Again, the handful of pills, the glass of water.

After i had swallowed the last of it, she tied another blindfold around my eyes, this one a more dramatic long black silk scarf. She said "Open" again, and i could guess what was coming next. It was no surprise when i felt the gag touch my lips, the only surprise was that it wasn't the classic ball gag we had used earlier, it was something new -- extending deeply into my mouth, with a large leather covering. i heard the click of a small padlock under my left ear. This gag *did* lock on...

"There are two things you need to know about the remainder of the evening" she said. "The first is that your last job tonight is 'decoration.' You know I've told all my friends at work about you, how I keep you collared, chained, and naked, and about your caged cock. They think it's adorable and couldn't wait for the opportunity to check it out for themselves. Tonight's that night. You will be here, on display, kneeling, naked, blindfolded, chained and gagged, while we drink and tell stories." i began to squirm a little in the cuffs.

"The second thing is that I know the spikes on your Ring of Intrigue press deeply into the shaft of your cock when you are fully aroused, and I want you to be thinking of nothing but me tonight. And of course I want my friends to see your big and beautiful caged cock. So there was a full dose of Viagra in that last handful of supplements."

[ story continues in Part II -- The Party ]
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