Better Living Through Chastity: The Story of Blair and Jackie

PART TWO: TRAINING--THE BEGINNING

When my wife Jackie and I (Blair) agreed to submit ourselves to a year of erotic training at the hands of our neighbors, Sylvia and Paul, I had no idea what to expect. Jackie and I went home that first evening locked in chastity briefs. Our minds were locked up as well. We had led a white-bread, bland, middle class suburban existence all our lives. Now Sylvia and Paul had entered our lives like two whirlwinds. They had seduced us separately and simultaneously. Using their Powerbooks and a high-speed internet connection they had broadcast to Jackie and I the sweet details of our spouse’s surrender to their charms. I was caught begging Sylvia--a shapely and refined woman ten years my senior and several inches taller than I--to let me cum. Jackie’s almost piteous begging for Paul--a tall, chiseled pilot almost 15 years her senior--to please fuck her filled my ears as Sylvia straddled me with her pussy over my mouth and her strong legs held me down.

Jackie and I capitulated easily, signing a contract that gave Sylvia and Paul the power over our bodies and minds for the training program. We were directed to report daily to Sylvia and Paul so we could be temporarily released from our chastity devices for "good hygiene and other reasons." Sylvia and Paul directed us not to discuss the details of our upcoming training with each other. Since we never talked much about sex in our five years of marriage anyway, this did not seem to be a hard thing to do.

Jackie and I woke up that first day and faced the hard practicalities of our situation. The chastity briefs left our asses open so taking a dump was easy, but we had to piss through the steel mess fronts of our briefs. It was a bit messy and we had to spend some time splashing soapy water over our enclosed privates. I had to confront the reality that I had to sit down to piss. No more drawing figure eight's in the urinal!

We dressed and found that the chastity briefs, including their small padlocks, did not show through our clothes. Jackie rushed off to her librarian’s job and I drove out to corporate headquarters to join the ranks of middle management. As we parted we gave each other a perfunctory kiss and reached to touch each other’s chastity brief under our clothes. We smiled and I’m sure Jackie thought back to her hours of pleasure with Paul, just as I did about my close encounter with Sylvia.

During my work day my chastity briefs were a constant reminder. I hadn’t had sex or even masturbated for days before Sylvia locked me in the briefs. It was my misfortune to have to spend Monday morning working closely with a very hot female colleague who I often fantasized about when I masturbated, which was often since by our fifth year of marriage Jackie and I barely had sex once every two weeks. Of course, I never made a move on this colleague. It wasn’t right and I am too passive by nature anyway. While my colleague and I worked together preparing next year’s budget, my penis strained about the steel mesh sheath. I squirmed and wiggled so much that my colleague remarked that I seemed antsy. If she only knew.

When I got home I called over to Sylvia and Paul’s house, which was next door to ours in a dense stand of trees. Jackie had been home before me and I assumed that she already had gone next door. Sylvia answered the phone, welcomed me to come over immediately, and reminded me that I was to strip down to my chastity briefs outside their house and then don the robe that would be laid out for me inside the entrance. Sylvia and Paul had instructed us the night before that we were not allowed to wear anything other than our chastity devices and a robe of their choosing whenever Jackie and I were inside their house.

I walked the path to their house filled with lustful anticipation. I thought to myself that since I was going to be trained in the erotic arts I was probably going to have sex and lots of it. I kept thinking back to how hot Sylvia was when she had seduced me in her tight skirt and starched white blouse that showed off her ebony skin. I reached their house, stripped and stepped inside. As I put on the silk robe I could hear muffled sounds of Jackie laughing and cooing, sounds of pure joy mixed in with the steady rumble of Paul’s deep voice.

Sylvia appeared, dressed in slacks, open toed sandals with a slight heel, and a tightly woven sweater that showed off her chest. She pointed to her right foot, which was extended slightly, and said "kiss my toes lovingly to thank me for releasing you from your chastity briefs." I couldn’t wait to get out of the briefs, which by now had become a bit clammy and uncomfortable so I kneeled down quickly and brushed my lips on her toes.

Sylvia gave me an ample opportunity to kiss her perfectly manicured toes. "Up" she commanded and I quickly complied. She unlocked my briefs, pocketing the lock, directed me to a bathroom, and told me to clean myself and my briefs thoroughly. I did so, hanging up my briefs to dry. It was great to be able to stand up and piss again and to be relieved of the chaffing leather and steel against the flesh of my tender parts.

I went back into the living room with a raging hard on pressing against the robe. Sylvia beckoned me to sit at her feet, facing her. She asked me how I felt and I replied in a confusing tumult of words. My god, in the past 72 hours I had cheated on my wife, been cheated on by her, pledged fealty to my sex maniac neighbors in order to get their training in the erotic arts, and found myself locked in chastity briefs. I was barely rational.

Sylvia beckoned me closer and started stroking my hair, putting my head up so my eyes were locked into her eyes. Soft, reassuring words flowed from her mouth. She told me that the road would be hard but that Jackie and I had wonderful erotic potential. She flattered me with a description of my physical assets and and praised Jackie’s beauty. She stressed how, with a little work, Jackie and I would rediscover the strength of our bodies and that discovery would help unblock the erotic flow.

While she talked and stroked my hair Sylvia’s sandaled foot found its way to my cock and began teasing it. I found it hard to concentrate as Sylvia moved the conversation to some very personal questions such as the circumstances of my early sexual experience and the facts of Jackie and my love life, such as it was. My eyes keep closing as Sylvia’s sandal kept circling my cock. Each time I zoned out Sylvia would tug on my hair and bring me back to gazing into her eyes. Soon I was moving my hips and thrusting my cock back and forth in response to the stimulation. When she sensed how aroused I was Sylvia gave my cock a swat with the flick of her foot. She said "until you learn to channel that energy into something other than a quick squirt, you will never even get started on our long journey." That sobered me up fast, but I didn’t have time to reply. Sylvia led me into the bathroom and fished out a pair of scissors from the drawer. I got a momentary flash of fear but Sylvia’s firm hand on my lower back reassured me.

"I’m going to trim your hair, because I want to see my playthings," Jackie said. I disrobed and she directed me to clasp my arms over my head and she got to work. Soon a pile of pubic hair rose on the floor and my cock emerged from the underbrush. "Someday we may get rid off all your hair," Sylvia said, "but for now a nice trim will do." Sylvia directed me to keep my pubic hair trimmed this close at all times. Then she pulled my chastity briefs from the drying rack and told me to put them on. "Enough fun and games for one day," she said with a wicked smile.

I was so deflated. I was sure when I came over that I was going to fuck Sylvia’s brains out. Instead, I got a serious pubic hair trim, was relocked into my chastity briefs without any release, and had to clean up Sylvia’s bathroom to boot. This was sex slavery, I wondered? Maybe pornographic literature wasn’t true after all. When am I ever going to get off, I sighed.

Sylvia hustled me to the door and send me home in my chastity briefs clutching my clothes in a bundle. Fortunately, we live in a secluded area, so I wasn’t worried about encountering anyone. I arrived home to the smells of dinner on the stove. God was I hungry after a day of being erotically charged almost constantly. Jackie bustled around fixing supper. She told me to throw some clothes on and join her at the dinner table. At dinner we talked about work and the weather, anything but what each of us had experienced in our hour at Sylvia and Paul’s place. Yet, I’m sure Jackie’s mind was fixated on those moments just as much as my mind was fixated on Sylvia’s toes and the feel of her strong hand as she grasped my cock while aggressively trimming my pubic hair.

When Jackie and I went to bed I noticed that she had been locked back into her chastity briefs as well. When she entered the bedroom I caught a glimpse of her pussy through its mesh cage. Her pussy had been trimmed of pubic hair as well and protruded up to the mesh curtain. I embraced her warmly when she joined me in bed and whispered that I was so horny I could hardly stand it. She ran her fingernails over the mesh wall of my chastity shorts and confessed that she was equally horny. We kissed and caressed each other, but our chastity devices prevented us from any satisfactory resolution. In my horniness I started to see my wife with new eyes. She was so hot, 5’7" with plenty of curves, a firm ass and long, dark hair. It was so ironic that now that I caught a glimpse of how hot my wife was, I couldn’t do anything to rekindle and then quench the fire that had burned so irregularly once we were married.

The next day I struggled through the work day and went over to Sylvia and Paul’s house. Again, I had to kneel and kiss Jackie’s toes when I entered. As I kissed and licked her toes she told me that today I would start learning new skills that would make me more useful. After my homage to her feet, we retreated to an alcove near one of the bathrooms. Sylvia sat down on a padded bench, pulled out a pedicure kit. For the next hour I was taught the basics of giving a good pedicure. I was still locked in my chastity briefs and it was extremely hard to concentrate because I was so horny. Sylvia showed a new firmness as an instructor, making it extremely clear with a sharp tone of voice exactly how she wanted her feet to be treated.

When I completed the first of what would turn out to be many lessons in the fine points of female grooming and pampering she put a blindfold on me and steered me to the bathroom. I heard the blessed click of the lock to my chastity briefs and soon my cock swung free. Sylvia told me to clean up and said she would be returning in a few minutes. She warned me with a strain of humor in her voice that "I don’t want to see you misuse your freedom and engage in ‘self-abuse.’" I guess Sylvia must have been raised Catholic with her comment about self-abuse.

I heard Sylvia’s heels click on the floor as she heading for the landing to the stairs downstairs. I was alone and hurried to clean up my chastity briefs and my groin. Despite her warning I couldn’t help stroking my raging erection. Oh how good it would feel to cum. I kept stroking myself harder and harder, keeping my ears open for the sound of Sylvia’s steps up the stairs. The coast was clear--so I thought--and soon I was on the verge of a much needed orgasm.

Suddenly, without warning, a slash of searing pain went across my ass. I jumped and cried out in pain. Before my hands could grab the blindfold or clutch my sore ass, Sylvia’s strong arms had locked my arms behind me. She bent me over and hissed in my ear "didn’t I tell you not to abuse my toy?" "I was going to give you release tonight, but seeing your lack of self-control it may be awhile."

I was practically crying tears of pain and frustration and found myself begging Sylvia for release. "I’ll be better next time," I whimpered, but Sylvia was her stern self. "Back into those chastity briefs" she ordered. I meekly complied, and whimpered some more when she clicked the lock.

"Let’s put that mouth of your to good use," Sylvia said. I thought that I would now get to taste Sylvia’s warm pussy once again and that pleasant thought drove out the painful memory of the whip strike across my ass.

I was surprised when Sylvia told me to kneel and open my mouth. In popped some sort of a gag that filled my mouth with a rubbery taste. I could smell leather and rubber and a faint aroma that combined the scents of sweat and something much deeper. I could feel the weight of something protruding from my mouth as well, but Sylvia told me not to touch it as she buckled some type of belt around the back of my head.

Sylvia led me down the hallway and opened the door to another room. I could hear the sound of my wife in the throes of pleasure. Sylvia whispered in my ear that Jackie was wearing a hood and her ears were plugged so she could neither see nor hear us. Sylvia guided me over to a bench and arranged me on my back. I felt cuffs lock in place over my wrists and ankles and found that I couldn’t move.

"Bring her over" I heard Sylvia say, "and prepare her as I instructed." Soon I felt pressure applied against my gag from the unknown protrubance in front. My head began snapping back and forth from some undulating pressure. A strong aroma of a woman in heat filled my nostrils. I heard Jackie cry out, her voice containing hints of pain as well as the throaty strains of pleasure. j

"Remove the blindfold" I heard Sylvia ordered and soon I was presented with a confounding sight. My wife’s neatly trimmed pussy was moving up and down centimeters from my nose, cradling the dildo that protruded from my mouth. My gaze moved upward over her belly to her breasts. They were distended, pulled outward by two golden chains attached to clips on her nipples. Sylvia’s hands were holding the end of the chains. I saw Paul’s hands on Jackie’s shoulders. I deduced that while I was helping supply stimulation to Jackie’s cunt, Sylvia and Paul were giving her breasts a workout. When Jackie leaned forward to relieve the pain of the nipple clamps being pulled by Sylvia’s chains, Paul’s strong hands would pulled her back. Sylvia would relieve the pressure somewhat and Jackie would lean back into Paul’s warm embrace. But Sylvia would then begin reeling in Jackie’s breasts once again and the cycle would begin again. At the same time Jackie was moving her hips back and forth and pushing herself up and down on the dildo. My jaw and neck were soon bone-tired from the back and forth pressure.

Sylvia and Paul expertly increased the pace, leading Jackie to her first shuddering orgasm. But unlike our marital lovemaking, which always stopped after one round of orgasms, if not before, Sylvia and Paul kept Jackie going and she was their willing pupil. By the time the "lesson" was done, Jackie had had at least four orgasms and my jaws felt so sore that I feared that I would never talk again.

Finally, Jackie dismounted the dildo and collapsed into embraces by Sylvia and Paul, who stroked and soothed her. Clearly the experience had been very emotional for Jackie, as well as profoundly stimulating. Paul ushered Jackie out of the room and Sylvia released me from the bonds. "I’m very pleased with your contribution," Sylvia said. "Now walk down to the bathroom, clean up your tool, and leave it on the edge of the sink." "Consider this," Sylvia said, "what if your wife comes to love this penis gag more than your own cock." "How will you feel, how will you cope," she said. At the time, I thought she was teasing, but as you, dear reader, will learn, Sylvia was absolutely serious in raising the question.

"Oh, and Jackie will stay with Paul and I tonight," said Sylvia. "After that performance we need an evening to reenforce the lesson." "Are you okay with that," Sylvia asked. I nodded affirmatively, the dildo bouncing absurdly in front of me.

I wandered down to the bathroom, cleaned up, and trudged home. Just the second day of training and I had lost my wife. The house seemed very empty as I prepared a late supper. At least I was ravenous and my jaws soon lost their stiffness. Did I have the emotional strength to trust in the kindness of Sylvia and Paul? Could I stand the enforced chastity much longer? Was Jackie okay?

I was startled out of my thoughts by the sound of the phone ringing. It was Sylvia. "I just wanted you to know that Jackie is here in bed between Paul and I." Sylvia continued, "here she is." My wife’s voice filled the phone. "Oh Blair, I’m so pleased that you could be part of my little lesson." She went on, her voice a bit huskier than I remembered, "I’m fine over here. Just remember that I love you more than ever. Goodnight love."

After that, my doubts went away and my thoughts quickly turned to my need for an orgasm. When was I going to be able to get the kind of thunderous release that Jackie go. Oh, I yearned for it and soon fell into a troubled sleep where I was plagued with sensual dreams. Tomorrow was another day, and perhaps I would get some relief then.

[ Story Continues in Chapter Three ]
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