Our Vacation

When I first bought my CB-2000 a year or so ago, I didn't tell Monica, my wife, about it for two reasons. First, I wanted to try it out for a while and make sure I could wear it comfortably (I can, no real problem) and second, I wasn't sure how she would react to such a thing. She's not totally vanilla having rather enjoyed a few sessions of tying me to the bed and teasing me for an hour or so. She has even teased me and kept me waiting for a few days but this has depended on me willingly refraining from masturbating when I'm in the shower or when she's not around. I wanted her to have more control and really wanted to be locked up and left wanting. I fantasized about orally pleasing her after I was several days into a locked up session with many more days to go.

Finally one day, while tied up I suggested that she look in the top drawer of my dresser. Once the words were out of my mouth, I was powerless to influence the progression of events. She was naked at the time, as was I, and it was a powerful stimulus to see her get off the bed where I was secured, open my dresser and pull out the, to her, strange object. She turned it over a few times and then asked me.

"What is this" without a hint of accusation in her voice.

"It's a chastity device that you can use to lock up my cock for as long as you like" It felt good to get the message out all at once and see what happened.

"How does it work?" she asked not seeming to be put off or upset at all.

I told her to open the lock with the key that was in it. I had kept two keys on a ring together but I had hidden the third in case of emergencies. I let her think she had them all. She unlocked the tiny padlock and the CB-2000 came open. I explained how the small ring was used, how my scrotum had to be positioned over it and one testicle at a time passed through it followed by my flaccid penis. Once the ring was in place the main component could be secured to it and locked.

She seemed a bit puzzled and my anxiety grew until I saw a smile grow across her face.

"Have you tried this out already" Was her question.

I nodded.

"And does it work, I mean does the lock really prevent you from getting it off?"

I nodded again, a bit more rapidly.

"I think we ought to try it out, but from the looks of your cock it might not go on too easily right now. I think I'll leave you alone to calm down a while."

With that she left with the cock lock in her hands. I don't know how long I was alone with my thoughts. Eventually I must have fallen asleep because I came to my senses feeling Monica gently but determinedly tugging on my scrotum. Before I could mount much of a reaction she had both of my balls through the ring and had tucked my flaccid penis in as well. She used the longest pin and the necessary spacers to secure the device and then locked the padlock. That was it. I was a cock locked prisoner still tied to the bed.

"Are these all of the keys?" she asked. I assured her they were and she seemed to believe me. Again she left me alone for a few minutes and then returned still naked but without the keys. I asked about them and she smiled sweetly and said.

"Don't worry, I've put them someplace safe and, anyway, we won't need them for a few days at least" So began a very long week for me.

She spent the next hour or so playing with my nipples and watching my reaction. She seemed to get a real kick out of watching my helpless thrusting and hearing my exasperated moaning. My member was as stiff as its little prison would allow and the swelling was forcing the lock to stretch my scrotum adding to the already powerful sensations. I began to beg her by telling her that maybe the lock wasn't such a good idea. She laughed out loud at this comment and said it seemed like a very good idea to her. I asked her if I could kiss her pussy and she practically jumped on to my face. She was soaked and I knew then that it was probably as big a turn-on for her as it was for me. Maybe even bigger if that was possible. I tongued her gently at first and then went at it with long regular laps over her swollen clit. She took maybe a minute and a half to come to a rocking orgasm, riding my face like one of those mechanical bulls. I thought I might suffocate but her enthusiasm was one of the most powerfully erotic things I have ever been a part of. She climaxed a few more times and them slid off my face, trailing her juices down my chest. She lay at my side panting until her breath returned to near normal. At this point I had been tied for over two hours and locked for more than half that time. My balls ached and I had never been so horny. I asked her what her plans were for me and she said.

"Well, that last ride was the best of my life and I think I want a bunch more like it before you get free again. If they're all like that you may never get loose"

She was giggling when she said it and it had a powerful effect on me being so close to so many of the fantasy dialogues I had imagined over the years but I thought she couldn't possibly mean it for real. Could she?

I wore it to work the next day and, apart from the inconvenience in the restroom, it didn't present much of a problem. I did notice one or two of my female co-workers who seemed to be doing a bit of crotch cruising directed at me. My new hardware made me bulge a bit more than usual but it might just have been my imagination, now stuck in overdrive.

I got home in a near frenzy and found Monica already home. She was naked except for a thong I had bought her a couple of years ago that she normally never wore. Now it was all she had on and she nonchalantly asked me if my day had been "hard". I decided to play along and told her outright that since my penis had been so cruelly and effectively locked up I was unable to get hard and wouldn't be able to until I was unlocked. I told her I felt like her slave and would do anything to please her if it meant I might be getting out of my prison soon.

"My, my, my," she said "It must be awful to have ones penis all locked up and no way to get it free and to have someone who could set you free just spend her time tormenting you and teasing you and refusing to help you out and making you give her wonderful orgasms several times a day when you haven't been allowed to come in what must seem like ages."

She made a point of drawing out the description of my predicament deliciously and then added "Do you have any idea why she treats you like that?"

I said I could think of no reason at all but she said she knew why.

"Because I can" she laughed and added "and there's nothing you can do about it either"

She must have found the dialogue exciting because she ordered me to strip right there in the kitchen. I did as I was told and soon a session very much like the previous days played out on the living room couch.

After a few days she unlocked me and we made love. I didn't last too long having been driven to a fever pitch over the previous five days but she had had more that her usual number of orgasms during that period so she didn't begrudge me if I came right away. I came like an explosion and fell into a deep sleep right after. In the morning I removed the mounting ring and gave it to her. She smiled and said she'd like to play with this toy again soon. This sort of play seemed to uncover and aggressive nature in her that only got stronger as time went on.

A few months later we were planning for our vacation. We had rented a mountain cabin from one of Monica's college friends and were planning a restful two-week stay. It was within driving distance but the cabin itself was fairly remote being about five miles down a dirt road well up in the mountains. It was too high up for any serious farming so the nearest neighbor was more than a few miles away. It was a perfectly secluded place and we were looking forward to it eagerly. In the interim we had occasionally played with the CB-2000 but not as much as I would have liked. Monica seemed to enjoy each session as much as I did but I reasoned that if the point of the device was to surrender control to her I should rely on her to decide when and how often we should play.

A week before we were scheduled to go on vacation I came home on that Friday night and found Monica holding the lock. She had become expert at putting it on me and, without a word, she loosened my pants, let them fall to the floor and then locked me in. Once I was locked she smirked wickedly and simply walked away leaving me locked up with my pants around my ankles. I started to pull up my pants and she said, "I don't think you'll need those or the shirt either, put them on the chair and come with me."

I did as I was told and followed her to the basement rec room. Once there she told me to stand behind an overstuffed chair. This I did while she tied my ankles to the chair legs. She then bent me over the chair and tied my wrists to the front legs of the chair. Bound like this I was as helpless as I could be and didn't know what was in store for me. She sat opposite me but, tied as I was, I could only see her feet.

"I did a bit of surfing this week and I discovered something interesting about the CB- 2000," she said. "It seems the item is shipped with three keys and you only turned over two to me. Rather than listen to any excuses or explanations I've taken steps to rectify your transgression. You probably didn't notice, and" she slyly observed," you're in no `position' now to notice, that I have purchased a new lock for your cock. It's a bit sturdier than the one it came with and I know now that I have the only keys."

"You lied to me" she continued. "And I don't care why but now you're going to be punished"

I couldn't see what she was holding. I found out later that it was a ping-pong paddle. I could tell that she had stood up and had walked around behind me. With no further warning she began to savage my exposed naked buttocks until I cried like a baby. It's true I had occasionally fantasized about an erotic spanking but I thought it too over-the- edge for my wife. What I had never considered was what a real, punitive paddling carried out by an angry, very fit young woman would feel like. Suffice it to say that I was lucky it was the start of the weekend because I couldn't sit on my reddened ass until Sunday and it still hurt Wednesday. Needless to say I didn't get out of the lock at all that week but I did perform an extraordinary amount of oral sex for Monica. I missed entirely the obvious signal of how wet she was after she paddled me but after she untied me, she gave me only a few minutes to regain my composure before she took off her pants and ordered me to work. Her cunt was dripping wet with a mixture of vaginal honey and the sweat from the work of her vicious punishment. I was too dazed to resist and somewhere in my brain there was a warning that I had better please her if I could. Again she took off like a rocket and came several times.

We had a late dinner. I ate mine standing up and I knew better than to mention the keys. I remained naked since the thought of anything, even fabric, touching my ass seemed too painful to consider. By bedtime Monica's attitude had softened somewhat. I told her I was sorry for what I had done and that I knew I deserved my punishment. She seemed more amused than angry at my demeanor and offered to rub some cream onto my ass. I didn't really want anything to touch it but thought that if I accepted her offer it would improve the mood. She motioned me into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Get across my lap and let me see what I can do for you" she cooed and patted her knee. Gingerly I lowered myself across her still naked legs. She squirted some skin cream onto my buttocks and the cold sensation felt pretty good. As she gently rubbed it in she said,

"I'm sort of sorry that I had to paddle you but I've begun to thing of your penis as mine and I don't want you getting any ideas about taking it back. From now on you're going to wear your lock unless I take it off of you. I can tell you right now that that won't be very often but if I think you're getting loose without permission, today's little swats will seem tame in comparison. Behave or you'll wish you had!" The last line was delivered in no uncertain terms as she dug her long nails into my very tender flesh.

By the following Friday she had packed our bags and we were ready to depart. She had had, by my count, during the previous week, eighteen orgasms and I had had exactly zero. I had hoped that she would unlock me for the vacation but that proved a vain hope. She had over the previous week let me know that it wasn't a good idea for me to ask about the lock; it was her concern and her decision and, as far as she was concerned, her penis. So off we went on about a four-hour drive north into the mountains for two weeks of rest and relaxation.

We pulled into the drive at the cabin with the last few rays of sunlight still shining. I unloaded the car and opened some wine. The sunset was glorious from the porch and as we enjoyed the wine she simply pulled down my pants and ordered me out of my clothes. I thought I might be about to get some relief so I quickly complied. Once I was naked she handcuffed my left wrist to the porch railing and scooped up my clothes. She had my wallet and my car keys as well as my clothes. Before I could say anything she went down the porch steps to the car and locked everything in the trunk. When she returned, she sat down and said,

"You are to remain naked for the next two weeks. I didn't pack any clothes for you and the clothes you wore up here are now locked out of reach. Also locked out of reach is `my' penis. Not that it's any of your business but right now I'm trying to decide if I should leave you cuffed out here all night. It's summer but up here in the mountains it gets pretty cold at night. That might help to keep the mosquitoes at bay but who knows."

I hoped she was joking but with her new more aggressive personality I couldn't be sure. Then she said,

"Tell you what, please me especially well and I'll let you sleep inside tonight" With that she pulled her very wet panties off from under her skirt and indicated that I could start to work.

I don't know if it was the wine or the anticipation of this scene that worked in my favor or if it was the beautiful evening under the setting sun or the view from the mountains. It could have been all of those or it could have been the single-minded determination with which I went after her dripping cunt with my tongue. I had gotten much better at my oral skills since she had begun locking my (or rather, `her') cock up and I devoted myself to this task. I slept inside that night and pleasured her several times more before morning.

I dedicated the next day to trying to get her to see the sense in unlocking me. I obviously could not just come right out and suggest it but a lavish breakfast in bed, a warm bath and shoulder rub after, followed by a foot massage put her in a better mood anyway. I was still naked of course since she was telling the truth when she said she didn't pack a stitch of clothes for me. A quick look around showed that her purse was nowhere in sight so I didn't have access to the car keys either.

Monica was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and, although we've been married awhile it felt odd to be completely naked in front of her when she was fully dressed. She put on some music, got herself a book and sat down to read. I was simply ignored. Here I was naked with no access to a car and nothing to do. I was horny as hell and the only person who could do anything about that was ignoring me. I guess I must have gotten on her nerves as I paced and tried to think of some way to get her mind on the topic of relief for me. She put down her book and looked at me and said.

"Want to have some fun?"

I was only too happy to agree so when she told me to step up onto the footstool I did so without hesitation. She then cuffed my hand together in front of me and used a short length of rope to secure the cuffs to a rustic exposed beam over my head. Secured thusly I awaited the fun. Instead, Monica simply picked up her book, gave my ass a playful swat and went into the bedroom to continue reading.

I couldn't step off of the footstool as the rope took up all available slack and I would be hanging by the handcuffs from the beam. I was glad that I had recently used the bathroom because I was left there for over an hour. By noontime Monica reappeared and started to fix lunch. I was cheered to see her set two places and offered to help. She smiled not at all sweetly and simply chuckled.

About 12:30 a car pulled up. It was Monica's college friend, Sarah who had rented us the cabin. As Sarah got out of the car and began walking toward the house I started to panic when Monica made no move to free me. I started to jabber about hurrying up and Monica stopped me by saying,

"Unless you want another paddling like the last one and six-months in that lock, shut up now!"

Sarah got to the door and Monica let her in. I was naked, locked, tied up and on display. Sarah looked me over and almost dissolved in laughter.

"Monica, you have changed, you certainly do have an admirable way with men. Look at this guy. Is it true what you told me? Did he actually buy that lock in the first place? I'll bet he never thought he'd be in such a fix as this."

Sarah looked me over walking around to get a good look. She asked about the faded welts still visible on my ass and got a "Blow-by Blow" account of how they got there. Then she asked if she could handle the lock. Monica was only too happy to show off her handiwork and for a few minutes I had to endure the humiliation of two women examining my locked penis and discussing just how helpless I was. Sarah had my penis in her hand and asked how long it had been since I had come. When told it had been almost two weeks she hefted my scrotum and felt my balls none too gently. I nearly fell off the footstool and both women laughed.

They sat and ate lunch and then afterwards they cut me down and fed me the scraps. I was uncuffed and given a knapsack to put on. It was loaded with snacks, bottled water and a few emergency supplies. Monica got a wicked looking switch from out near the woodpile and we took off on a hike. I was still naked, of course and barefoot. I was used as a beast of burden on the hike. Anytime I faltered or stumbled, Monica used the switch on my ass. This amused them so much that Sarah took her turn as well. We walked for over two hours and by the time we got back I was footsore and my ass was well striped. Before they let me come into the cabin they hosed my off with the garden hose and that well water was beyond cold.

Sarah stayed a couple of days and enjoyed my torment almost as much as Monica did. Although I pleasured Monica many times during her stay, Sarah didn't participate. She did take to walking around nearly naked and delighted in seeing the effect her body had on me. Monica whispered to me at one point that I had better enjoy the show because she was going to punish me soundly for it later.

After Sarah's departure we had the cabin again to ourselves. True to her word, Monica pulled out the paddle and told me to assume the position. She said she saw no reason to have to tie me down, as I must by now know that I had better be cooperative. It wasn't as bad as the first time and after about nine or ten stinging swats she stopped. I was maddeningly horny and couldn't think of any way to get relief. I knew it was a mistake to even mention it but my frustration had grown to overpowering dimensions.

Kneeling in front of her I simply told Monica that I would love to be able to make love to her.

"Good idea", she said dropping her shorts, "Get your face over here and get to work"

I didn't exactly hesitate but I caught her eye and she asked my what was on my mind.

" I sort of thought we could have sex like we used to if that's alright with you that is.."

I knew immediately that I was in trouble. Her laughter sounded harsh and she said,

"I can't believe you. How long have you been hoping for that? Even if I wanted to unlock that penis, I didn't bring the keys so you're stuck at least until we get home"

My heart sank.

It was the longest vacation of my life. By the time we got home I had nothing but orgasm on my mind. Once home Monica was still not ready to let me go. Another day passed before she seemed interested. I had been licking her pussy and after what had been her second orgasm of the morning she told me to stretch out and then she tied me to the bed. Once I was secured she got the keys out of the nightstand and took the infernal lock off my cock.

I began to panic when she abruptly left but she returned with a warm wet facecloth and began to bathe my stiff member.

"I'm surprised you can still get it up. I thought that maybe you'd get out of practice if I left you locked up for a few weeks. Maybe we need to try for longer next time." Her tone was comical but there was a hint of some seriousness there.

"I really don't think I could go much longer" I begged, "I really need to come, really"

"Well that's a problem, you see, because I'm not sure I want to do anything for `my' penis just yet. Why don't we wait for a few more weeks or maybe a few months and see if you don't just get used to not having orgasms? You could still lick me a lot and I'd be happy to play with you occasionally, so long as you don't do any messy coming of course." She was rubbing my neglected cock gently while she said that and I couldn't think of anything to say that I was sure wouldn't provoke her. In the end I think I just began to sob, softly, and she smiled as if I had said just the right thing. She climbed up onto my face and I began again to tongue her sopping pussy.

Later she locked me back in and hid the keys. It's been about a month since our vacation but I'm still waiting for mine. She has invited Sarah and a few other friends over once or twice and they all think it's hysterical to see me locked and naked and to consider what Monica has done to me. Several of them would love to get their guys into this situation but none of them can believe that it was my idea in the first place.

I'm hopeful and I tell myself that this can't go on forever but I'm not sure Monica sees it that way.

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