Better Living Through Chastity: The Story of Blair and Jackie

PART FOUR: JACKIE’S EMERGENCE

Jackie welcomed me home with a warm kiss. She was dressed comfortably in jeans and a blouse. I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra, a real first for her. I embraced her. She smelled wonderful, having just come out of the shower and applied a spot of perfume. The kitchen smelled good as well. I realized that I was very hungry after my exertions with Sylvia and Paul. I soon realized that the recent orgasm had not quenched my libido. My cock strained against my chastity briefs after Jackie’s delicious welcome.

We sat down to a late supper. Wine and candlelight, what a treat. I ate and drank enough for two people I was so hungry. Jackie and I talked about the typical range of things: work, the weather, family matters, and the like. Being of stolid midwestern stock we typically did not talk freely about things having to do with sex, intimate relationships, etc. This night maybe the wine loosened our tongues, or maybe Jackie subtly steered the conversation to the erotic experiment in which we were engaged.

In any event I found myself relaying the substance of my conversation with Sylvia about male chastity and matriarchy. As the words spilled out of my mouth Jackie’s eyes danced in the candlelight and her face was positively shining. I could see the shape of her breasts through the fabric of her blouse, a most pleasant visual distraction that did not interrupt my telling of the story.

"Do you buy this matriarchal mumbo jumbo," I asked Jackie at one point.

"Blair," she replied, "I’m very impressed from the evidence of Sylvia and Paul’s relationship that male chastity plus matriarchy can be a good thing. Do you see how much passion flows between them, it is really inspiring."

"But it is so weird to think that Paul views himself as Sylvia’s property and that Sylvia treats him as such," I continued. Jackie replied that "it seems obvious that this property relationship is more a metaphor for how Sylvia and Paul relate to each other. It is obvious that Sylvia highly prizes and deeply loves Paul even though she may think of him as her property. To me the key question is whether keeping Paul in chastity and building a matriarchal household has strengthen their relationship. I think the evidence is that it has. Why is that a bad thing?"

I didn’t have a ready answer to that, so I popped the big question, "Jackie, do you want to be like Sylvia and have me be your Paul?" Jackie smiled and said "it is too soon for me to say for sure, but I do know that this idea of male chastity and matriarchy has me very excited and intrigued. Let’s admit it Blair, things were not very exciting around here before Sylvia and Paul took us under their wing." I nodded assent and we both fell quiet, lost in our thoughts.

"Hey, how about dessert," Jackie said. I perked up at the sound of more food, but Jackie came over and stood behind me, stroking my hair. "Guess what, she whispered, Sylvia didn’t lock me into my chastity briefs tonight. I haven’t had an orgasm for five days and I want some loving attention." "But I’m locked into my chastity briefs," I cried out in frustration. "Don’t worry, Jackie replied, we can be creative.

Jackie and I had always been uncomfortable about lovemaking. We fumbled over who was "in charge," and often both of us were too reticent to take the initiative, so that our lovemaking reached an uncomfortable plateau that was well short of satisfaction. That was then, however. Tonight Jackie slipped naturally into the lead. Perhaps it was the fact that she too had been locked into chastity briefs without an orgasm and was now free. Or perhaps it was that Sylvia and Paul had shown her the way to express her strong sexuality.

"Let me teach you some things tonight," Jackie purred. "First I want to see my man naked--strip down to your chastity briefs." I quickly did so, turned on by the excitement in her voice. When I was nude she walked around me several times stroking my skin, cupping her hand over my ass cheeks, and twirling my nipples. God, she was good.

"Now, undress me," she said, "and start with my shoes." I kneeled down and reached for her shoe. She steadied herself with a hand on my head. Her grip was strong. I slipped off one shoe and then the next one. "Do you like it down there?" she said, peering into my eyes when I looked up for what to do next. Her smile was catlike in its mystery.

She was teasing me like a mouse. I unzipped her jeans and she again steadied herself with a hand on my head as she wiggled out of them. She wasn’t wearing underwear, another first. My hands ran reverentially over her shapely bare ass. Jackie laughed and wiggled, "that tickles!" I stood up to unbutton her blouse, but she pushed me back down in a kneeling position. I reached up to her blouse like a religious supplicant. After a bit of fumbling I undid her blouse buttons and she slipped it off.

She moved towards me, pressing her pubis into my face. I picked up the warm aroma of an excited woman and got even more excited myself. "Come with me," Jackie murmured, pulling me into our spare bedroom. Without my knowledge, Jackie had transformed the space from a junk room to a room clearly meant for pleasure. There was a massage table, several pieces of furniture that looked like antiques, and two large candleholders. An oriental rug had replaced the generic green carpet that we had inherited. On the walls were a mixture of erotically-themed pictures and fabric hangings. A single large candle in one of the candleholders provided the only light. "Do you like it," Jackie asked. "I love it, " I replied. "How did you get this done?" Jackie replied that Sylvia and Paul had been a big help, with Paul contributing the antique furniture and directing Jackie to a source for quality oriental rugs. "But it was my idea to put together a special space for the two of us."

Jackie turned on some music, fished massage oil from a drawer, and lay down on the massage table. "Massage me until I say ‘stop,’" she said, settling herself on the table. For the next 45 minutes I kneaded her flesh, front and back. A few times Jackie gave me tips, but mostly she let me learn by doing. Our massages before this had been cursory affairs. In contrast, my hands and forearms were getting sore from giving Jackie this massage.

Jackie was lying on her back when said "now I want to teach you how to touch me." She directed my hand down to her pussy and guided my fingers up and down her labia. She made sure I knew where her clitoris was and how she liked it to be touched. I could feel her get more and more restless as I stroked her nether region and inserted my fingers in her cunt. Jackie rolled over and told me to press my fingers into her cunt. She arched up as I moved my clustered fingers in and out. I could feel the muscles of her vagina grasp my fingers. Jackie started moaning and after a few more minutes of bucking Jackie had a big, thundering orgasm. It was so exciting to see the ripples of pleasure run up and down her body.

She rolled over and gave me a wet kiss. "Blair, that was great, you are a quick study." I smiled and cuddled her. Gradually, Jackie recovered and I could almost see the libido coursing back through her veins. "Now, I want you to learn to use that tongue of yours" and moved over to one of the antique armchairs. Jackie draped her legs over the padded armrests, exposing her open sex to full view. I had never seen her so wanton before.

I kneeled in front of her and Jackie gave me an introductory lesson in cunnilingus. I learned the whole taxonomy of licks and tongue flicks and the like. At about the point that my tongue felt ready to fall off and my face was covered in Jackie’s juices, she came again, twisting her grasping fingers around my hair. "Oh Blair, that was wonderful," she cooed after the orgasm had run its course.

I was a bit resentful that I had not gotten any attention, while Jackie had been the focus of our pleasure for almost two hours. As if sensing my feelings, "Jackie pulled me to her and said "I’m sorry honey that you are locked in those briefs, so this will have to do." With that Jackie kissed me passionately and ran her hands over my chest and back.

"Thank you, thank you so much for what you gave," she whispered, "you are my wonderful man."

I was so comforted by Jackie’s caresses and words that I put aside my selfish desire to get off. Jackie pulled me next door to the master bathroom. "Help me shower," she said. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature and offered Jackie my arm when she stepped into the shower. I then soaped her and washed her with a washcloth. Jackie accepted my ministrations gratefully, and began humming happily.

When Jackie stepped out of the shower I was ready with towels and lotion. She kissed me and sent me to "your bathroom," by which she meant the small bathroom down the hall that had a sink, commode and shower stall crammed into the space of a closet.

Jackie closed the door to complete her toilet and I went down the hall to what was now my bathroom to clean up. I even found my shaver and other implements waiting for me. Jackie had clearly thought this through. I cleaned up and went to our bedroom. Jackie was already asleep, tuckered out from our exertions. She was in satin pajamas (where did those come from?) and was incredibly lovely as she lay there in the soft light. I got into bed and kissed Jackie on her neck. She stirred and whispered an "I love you" and went back to sleep.

It took me awhile to get to sleep. I kept grinding the wire mesh of my chastity briefs against the sheets in vain, trying to get some sexual release. My mind kept racing with vivid memories of the sights and smells of our lovemaking. Jackie truly was extraordinary, as both Sylvia and Paul had often reminded me. Finally, I drifted off to sleep, strangely content despite an intense lovemaking session with no release. Ah well, Jackie is two orgasms ahead of me. If what Sylvia says in true, the gap is going to get alot wider.

The next morning Jackie nudged me. I was already awake, my morning erection against my chastity briefs was a daily jolt as jarring as the ring of an alarm clock It was Saturday. "Blair, make me breakfast in bed, " she said, and then rolled over and went back to sleep. I wanted to capitalize on the good time we had had the night before and quickly complied. In the kitchen I put together a simple breakfast that featured plenty of English Muffins and jam. I knew that Jackie would be hungry after her exertions last night. When the pot of hot coffee was ready I took the breakfast tray to our bedroom. Jackie was still sleeping. I put the tray down and stroked her body through the sheets.

Slowly she came to consciousness. Her first words were "I’m hungry my love," so I patted some pillows behind her and got her set up with her breakfast tray.

Jackie was genuinely appreciative of my efforts. She motioned for me to sit besides her. As she ate she passed pieces of food to me. It was strangely sexy how good it felt to feel her fingers lay pieces of muffin and bits of fruit on my tongue. Together, we devoured all the food on the tray and lay back contented.

"Blair," Jackie spoke up, "I’d like to make a few changes around here."

"What did you have in mind," I replied. "Well, there are some things that you might not like when I first tell you, so promise me you will be patient." "Of course, love," I replied, noticing that we were using the work "love" when addressing each other far more frequently than we had in our first five years of marriage.

Jackie then outlined the changes she wanted to make. First, she wanted the master bedroom and bath to herself. I didn’t object at first, but then I came to understand that she wanted to sleep alone in the master bedroom whenever she wished. During those nights I was to sleep on a mat in the room she had so carefully redecorated, the "playroom" as she put it. I protested that married people are supposed to sleep together every night, but Jackie was firm. "Who says that married people must sleep together all the time? I think that we will appreciate each other more if we make sleeping together a treat rather than a duty." I relented, and began making mental notes where I was going to move my clothes and gear currently stowed in the master bedroom.

Jackie was not done. "I also want us both to have a higher standard of dress and behavior around her. Compared to Sylvia and Paul, we are slobs. Let’s spend the time to invest in better clothes and take care of ourselves." I hate shopping, but it was impossible to argue with Jackie’s brutal assessment. We both had allowed ourselves to fall to the lowest common denominator of clothing and it wouldn’t be hard to become more fashionable.

"I want to you to treat me with more respect. I’m tired of being taken for granted. I showed you last night some ways to pleasure me and I expect you will take those lessons to heart. Blair, love, look for ways to make me happy and I assure you that I will make you a very happy man." With that she leaned over and gave me a sweet kiss. How could I argue?

Jackie also announced that it was time for each of us to take up some form of physical discipline. She pointed to Sylvia and Paul, who studied Aikido, as examples of people who use a physical discipline to both stay fit and develop their spirituality. Jackie said she was enrolling at a local school of Kundalini Yoga. She asked me if I was interested in yoga and I responded truthfully that I was not. Jackie suggested that I join the rowing program at a local boat club. This actually sounded good to me. Rowing struck me as simple exercise that would quickly get me in shape. We both resolved to sign up and get started on Monday.

Jackie then looked at the clock and gasped "I’m late," and rushed out of the bed. "Late for what," I asked. It turned out that she and Sylvia had an appointment at a spa and then were going clothes shopping after lunch. Jackie tossed on some clothes and rushed over to Sylvia’s house. "Why don’t you go over and keep Paul company," Jackie suggested. My faced clouded and she said "what’s wrong." I couldn’t bring myself to tell her that Paul had sucked my cocked the day before, so explained away my emotion by saying "I’ve got work to do give up my place in the master bedroom." "To that bedroom belongs the true master," Jackie teased, as she rushed out the door.

I spent the rest of the morning transferring stuff from my side of the closet in the master bedroom to a spare closet between the playroom and the second bathroom. It was a good chance to pack up for charity lots of my outdated and unfashionable clothes. Not much was left. Bored after a few hours of housework, I screwed up the courage and called Paul and asked him if he wanted to go out for lunch. To my relief he made no reference to yesterday’s cocksucking episode and agreed to join me. This was to be my opportunity to hear Paul’s story.

[ Story Continues in Chapter Five ]
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