A Morning of Chastity: The Beginning

I can never quite remember the content of my dreams. Normally, all I can remember is vague bits and pieces. Last night, I was definitely dreaming of the feel of my wife's breasts as they're cupped gently in my hands.

As I awoke to a very painful sensation in my groin, I quickly lost all the specifics of that particular dream. Harsh reality hit me like a ton of bricks as the fog dissipated and I realized that I was miserably chastised. My penis, hard as a rock, strained against the sides of the plastic CB-2000. A valiant effort, but the plastic held firm under the tiny metal lock. My balls ached and I twisted to try and get more comfortable. It was no use. I could sit up, roll over - hell - even piss, but I couldn't touch my dick, get a full erection, or cum. It was the ultimate form of bondage, psychological and physical. I simple plastic design held together by a little lock, to which my wife had the key - somewhere.

I rolled over and placed my arm around her in the spoon position. My penis reacted immediately, straining even further. I was incredibly horney. I'd only been wearing the thing since yesterday afternoon, but I wanted to fuck her so badly. Being chastised definitely amplified my desire for sex. It was like turning my natural lust up several degrees. Once my dick was wrapped in that plastic and she had the key, those were the only two things I could think about. The CB-2000 itself creates an interesting sensation because it holds your dick and balls, almost in a sensual way, stimulating them constantly. It also creates a psychological reminder because you have to position yourself differently to avoid pain and you have to sit to pee. Every time you have to sit down is a reminder of your submission. The key itself, or more specifically the keyholder, has incredible power also. When my wife has the key, I'm keenly attuned to her sexuality. Everything she does makes me hot. I'm also more sensitive to her needs, I want to touch her, caress her, be with her. It's a sexual thing in the sense that I'd eat her pussy four times a day if I thought she'd let me loose for 5 minutes. But, it's also a loving and affectionate thing too.

Slowly she begins to shift and I know she's waking up. She rolls over and smiles at me in that sleepy way and I smile back. Her hand gently moves to my crotch and she feels for the CB-2000.

She smiles again, "You must be really horney."

"Yes," I say. "How about letting me loose?" I know she's not going to let me loose, but I have to try.

"Sorry, I've got to get ready for work. You got yourself in this mess yesterday. You've got no one to blame but yourself." She smiled and rolled over, flashing her thong and beautiful ass.

Yesterday I locked myself into the CB-2000 after showering. Every now and then I have a desire for chastity, and putting it on is simple enough. Sometimes I'll tell her and other times I won't. I don't want to burden her with my fantasies if I don't think she's in the mood. This time I put the little key on the same ring with my car keys, just in case I wanted to let myself go. My wife happened to discern that I was wearing the CB-2000 and she got a hold of the key. She's learned to read me pretty well.

I groaned and rolled over. She was good at playing the dominant. Occasionally she really enjoyed it. Sometimes, on mornings like this, she'd instruct me to get her off orally or use the dildo on her. Every now and then I'd give her a rim job or a good working over with the vibrator. She did it like a true dominant, without foreplay or other niceties. I just got to work with my tongue or my hands, all the while locked in my little prison.

"I expect there will be a hot cup of coffee waiting for me by the time I get out of the shower," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. I swung my legs over the end of the bed and went to the second bathroom. Peeing offered some relief and took the pressure off my aching balls. I went downstairs, grinded the coffee beans and waited for the coffee to brew. As I waited for he coffee to brew, I glanced at the bulge in my shorts. I often wondered if it was visible to any of my co-workers. I try to wear loose, baggy clothing while I'm locked up, but I'm sure it shows a little.

I head upstairs with the streaming cup of coffee. Just my luck, my wife is toweling off when I enter the bedroom. My penis immediately perks up at the sight of her and the pain returns. My wife notices, gently smiles, and as she takes the cup of coffee she says, "I like these days."

She drops the towel and plops herself on the bed in a sitting position with her legs hanging off the end of the bed. With one hand, she takes a sip of the coffee and with the other she subtlety points to her pussy as she spreads her legs. I know immediately what to do. I fall to my knees and I begin eating her as she sips her coffee and moans her satisfaction. Fortunately, she orgasms quickly - we've got to get ready for work.

She gets up, swinging her leg over me and exiting to the bathroom, "Not bad. You'll need to get me off a little quicker next time. Both of us need to get ready for work. You can practice more on me when I get home." She giggles to herself and heads off to get dressed.

I take a quick shower, doing my best to think about work. It will be a long, long day if all I think about is sex. Not to the mention the fact that the bulge in the pants will be considerably more obvious.

I'm about ready when my wife pops into the bathroom, lazily brushing her teeth. "Have a good day sweetie," she says with a genuine smile. Then she lays a hand on my crotch and adds, "Be thinking of me."

Once again, I'm hard and frustrated. I've been that way most of the morning. As I hear the door slam shut, my mind races and I try to think of ways to remove the CB-2000. Perhaps I left a key somewhere? I scramble frantically, looking the last few moments before I have to leave for work. All I can think about is getting this piece of plastic off my dick. Alas, there is no key. There will be no relief. Worse, the flittering moment of hope has, once again, made me hard.

I climb into my car, pointlessly erect. My only means of relief, sexual and otherwise, has probably arrived at work. She'll likely tease me with an e-mail or two during the day. The only thing I know for certain is that I won't be unlocked for a couple of days and I'll be her waiting servant every day until then.

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