Jane's Punishment

I own a company and it takes up a lot of my time. I have to stay at the office a late most of the time and I'm on the road for about a week every month. Because I work so much this leaves my wife at home alone with our three children - or at least that's what I thought.

Two years ago I had arranged several meetings with a client in Chicago. I told my wife I would be back in three days. Jane used to complain about my out of town trips. She used to say how lonely she got and how she wanted me to stay home. Eventually, Jane stopped complaining; after all it's paying for a lifestyle she couldn't afford in her previous life as a "Shop girl." She had been just resigned that I had to work a lot of hours. But this time, however, I got the sense that she was actually glad I was going. "Don't worry about me," she said, "I'll find something to do." Her little smiles and the lilt in her voice stuck with me for the entire trip and made me wonder what she was up to when I was gone.

After I got to Chicago the client and I had the first set of meetings and then he had a family emergency. He cancelled the next two days. These things happen and while I didn't like it, I rescheduled.

Now that my calendar was cleared for a couple of days I thought that it would be a great chance to surprise my wife with an impromptu vacation over the long weekend. She and I had become a little distant lately and I wanted to get back in touch with her romantically. And besides, her little comment about "finding something to do" made me uneasy. I wanted to see what she was up to while I was away.

Within an hour of having my meetings cancelled I phoned the travel agent and arranged the getaway for my wife and me. She had told me once I wasn't "spontaneous enough" so I decided to prove her wrong.

The only action to take now was to arrange for childcare. I phoned my Mom and asked her if she would take the kids. Mom loves the kids and likes to spend as much time with them as possible so I knew I could park them with her over the weekend. When I called her she said Jane has already dropped them off. The day I left Jane had called my mom. "I'm feeling a little frazzled and I'd like to take a break for a day or so." Hmm, that was strange I thought to myself.

I asked Mom to take the kids for the rest of the weekend, but not to call my wife. I wanted to make my arrival at home a surprise. "Sure, no problem," Mom said.

When I got home there was a strange car in my driveway, which I thought strange, so I had the cab pull up the street so sound of the car door wouldn't scare anyone off. I let myself into the house and crept around. It was clear that there was someone else beside my wife in the house. I heard voices in the den. I froze for a few moments trying to get a sense of what my wife was saying. I soon found out. "That's good, oh, that feels so good!"

I crept down the hall and got into a position where I could see. My wife was straddling a very good-looking young man with shoulder length blonde hair. She was pressing her hands over his muscled body and then bending down to kiss him. As she did this she slowly lowered herself down and up on his cock. Jane's long thick and wavy black hair cascaded down her back and stopped just above that wonderfully shaped ass of hers. Underneath that hair I could see the man's hand gripping her waist and feeling her soft flesh. She wore her black stockings and garter belt and nothing else.

"My God, Ted, that's great! Your cock feel's wonderful!" she cooed. "I haven't felt a cock like that in years!" As she raised herself up I could see the johnson she was riding. Just from the glimpse I got of the base it was impressive. I'm not exactly small, but I had reason to be jealous. He was hung very well and Jane was using every inch of his member to take her pleasure. In a few moments Jane picked up her pace and whinnied a little in pleasure. "My man's cock is nothing like yours and you're so much more.." She had to break off her sentence -- she had to pay attention to her building orgasm. She bucked and writhed as she rode a wave of pleasure before continuing. "Ted, your so much more fun to fuck!" She started to crest over another wave toward her orgasm and planted her mouth over his. Ted's hands moved up and mauled her breasts. As he did this she put her arms around his shoulders and rode him, first to her orgasm and when she was done continued to ride him to his. "God I want this cock! God I want this cock!"

As they came down Ted breathlessly said, "You can have my cock anytime you want it, baby. Anytime you need it."

"I want it and I need it!" she said as she lowered her head to his face and passionately kissed her. I watched as they swirled their tongues together.

I had suspected that my wife wasn't totally happy with our love life, and frankly neither was I. Together we hadn't been good together for a long time and our intimacy, well. sucked. I hadn't expected that she had taken a lover. I feel somewhat ashamed of myself as I was a successful businessman, had provided well for my family and made sure that they didn't want for anything, but had failed at making my wife feel satisfied. But I felt angry at the same time. She had cheated on me and I was angry.

After I had watched them necking for a few moments I backed off and retreated from that part of the house and went to my home office. I let them screw while I sat in the dark and plotted what I was going to do.

Later that night I heard the door open and close and looked out the window. Jane and Ted were heading out -- probably dancing or to dinner. I imagined that she wasn't wearing any panties under the tight fitting skirt and that several times that evening Ted's hand would reach up and assault her salty and dripping gash.

The next thing I heard was the garage door open and my wife's car pull out. I watched them drive away.

"You should have taken Ted's car," I said to myself. "It's dangerous to leave your car parked at the house of your lover's husband."

I have made a good deal of money, not because I am particularly smart, or because I have any particular talent, except one - I can get people to do what I want them to do. I have a knack for it. I get deals done. I keep my head and I make sure that what I want is in the contract and that everything I can do is locked down in my favor. I even carried this out in my private life as well. Jane was the love of my life, but I didn't trust her with any of my finances and I made sure that she had signed a prenuptial agreement that was tighter than a virgin's twat. She had been asked nothing of me except to have children, keep house, and pamper her. But she had betrayed me and I would now make her pay.

It was one thirty in the morning before they came back home. I expected that Jane and Ted expected that they would flop into my bed and have a nice fuck, and then have a long night sleep between my imported Egyptian cotton sheets. The door opened and for a second I saw them kissing until I tuned on the front room lights.

The look on Jane's face was priceless. Ted's face was pretty good, too.

"Uh, I have to go." Ted said. Ted turned on his hells and was running for his car.

"Greg, I know that this.." I finished the sentence for her and said the obvious. Yes, it looked bad, but not as bad as it really was.

"Jane, you really shouldn't be talking to much. Have a seat on the couch and wait for Ted to come back."

She started to apologize but I just shook my head. "Jane, don't make it worse for yourself. Just sit down and say nothing. At least until I ask you to say something." She sat there on the couch looking very small. I just looked at her stared her down until her head drooped and she looked at the carpet.

Sure enough, Ted came to the door.

"What have you done with my car?" I explained that I had taken the battery out.

"Give it back," Ted said.

"I will," I said, but you have to do some things for me first." I then asked Ted to come in and have a seat on the couch with Jane.

I sat in my chair as they sat on the couch. They took seats that were at opposite ends of the couch. I said that was strange that they would want to be so far apart. "After all it was only a few hours ago that you were screwing each other like teenagers in the den."

"Greg.." Jane tried to talk but I cut her off. Explaining that I would do the talking and that if she knew what was good for her she would just not say anything. Ted tried to come to her defense, but when he was told that he might have a third leg between his legs he really didn't have one to stand on right now.

Now that I got a better look at Ted I could tell he was a boy toy. I hadn't gotten a really good look at him in the den, Jane and her flowing hair was in the way. It was too dark to see clearly when they left the house to go bomb and grind. Now, sitting across from him I could get the whole picture. He was about twenty-five, strong, muscled, well hung (Good God was he well hung! Even through his jeans it was clear that he was a vagina's best friend.) gorgeous blond hair, well defined features. He also looked to be as bright as a night-light.

"Jane, it looks like you have some decisions to make."

I explained to Jane what options were available to her. She could leave -- go with Ted and be his lover, concubine, or even his wife in time. I wouldn't stand in her way.

"But mind you that the prenuptial stands. You would get a decent amount of money, but frankly, you would have to work and make your way through the world." I saw her wince. "You'd have to go back to a department store looking at people trying on clothes and say, `that looks great on you, you should buy it.'"

Jane's not interested in working for her daily crust. She didn't do well in school and when I met her she was a struggling to pay for a second hand used car. She practically leapt on me when things started getting serious between us and I confided that I really wanted a woman who could raise kids and keep a house. "I'm your woman, Greg," she had told me.

I also explained that we had decided and committed in writing that I would retain custody of the children. The prenuptial was pretty tight in that regard and beside she was the one caught in deflector flagrant. "It won't do to contest anything."

"I didn't think that you would do this to me knowing what would happen. But you did.." I added dramatically.

I let the silence lay there for a moment. The tension kept building until Jane had find out what the other option was. "Or?" she asked.

"You do what I tell you to do. Starting right now and forever. And if you decide not to do it in the future well, I will get rid of you without any penalty whatsoever. If you stay we're going to have to revisit the prenuptials." The reality of her situation was sinking in. She was screwed either way.

"She can fight this!" Ted said. "She doesn't have to take this."

"Shut up, Ted!" Jane said. "Just shut up!"

Ted was a little taken back at this. He must have thought he was being some sort of prince charming coming to the aid of a damsel in distress. But the damsel had just put him in his place.

"Ted," I asked, "What exactly is that you do for a living?" I was calm and direct and completely focused on Ted and his answer.

"I'm a bartender," he said as if he was actually proud of asking,

I looked at him. "You say, `What'll it be?" for a living." I smiled and quipped something trenchant and funny, which I can't remember right now. I do remember that I next asked him if he thought he could take over the care and feeding of Jane. "Jane is an expensive. was an expensive woman to keep."

Ted was silent for a minute. "Come now, Ted, can you, make the payment on Jane?" Ted was silent for a second and then admitted so what chastened that he couldn't. He said a simple, "No," and then sat silence.

"What does Ted have to do with this?" Jane asked. She has an active and insightful mind when she wants to exercise its powers of reason. "Why didn't you kick him out."?

"Yes, indeed. Why didn't I kick him out?" The question was rhetorical. I had been busy during that last few hours and I had come up with a plan. I explained what this plan was.

"I overheard you fucking in the den. You really, liked his cock and wanted it. Do you still want it?"

"No." Jane said, unconvincingly. I saw Ted look over somewhat mystified. Apparently, Ted knew the value of his own manhood. "No." Jane said again. The two men in the room sported looks of disbelief and she felt the need to assert her position. I pulled out the notebook I had hidden and read what she had moaned to him earlier in the evening.

"Your exact words earlier were, `God I want this cock! God I want this cock!'"

"All right. So. What's that got to do with Ted?"

"Well, I want his cock, too." I said. They looked at me dumbly.

"I'm not queer," Ted said.

"Neither am I, but I do want it.Locked up, under my control."

"No way!" He actually covered his crotch as if I was going to reach over then and take his manhood.

"You're a menace to married men who love their wives, Ted. And I for one am going to do something about it. After all, someone has to make a start."

I explained that his member had violated what was rightfully mine. He had seeded my wife and he had been caught. I did want my revenge and my three hours of research that night had given me several very good ideas that I wanted to try. These two lovers would be turned into my obedient and chaste minions. I would make them do my will and my bidding and if they didn't I would crush them like cockroaches.

"I frankly don't care that you fucked my wife, Ted, but I do mind that you did it without my permission. I expect that you would like to enter my wife again and do a deep protein injection again? Isn't that right?"

"Yeah, sure." Ted was horny, honest, and dumb.

"Well, if you are a good boy and give me your fine example of manhood, I will make the wives of the world safe. I wife sacrifice my little Jane to the cause. I will let you screw Jane, on occasion. But only with my permission."

Ted looked uncomfortable and very unsure of himself.

But of course you can refuse." I paused for a second for effect and then continued, "Of, course, you have to do what I say. Jane has to obey me, and so do you."

"And what if I do refuse?"

"Then you can walk out of here a free man, but you will not see Jane again, ever." And I added. "Ted, I'm serious about keeping you from other married women." I said. "I'm a wealthy man, Ted. I could buy a hundred of you with my pocket change. And I would have no compunctions about having you investigated, followed, and examined in the closest detail I could legally do. And if you happened to be screwing a another man's wife, and I found out, I would feel obligated to provide whatever evidence I had developed to the duped fool of a husband." I smiled. "You know, some husbands would probably react a little different than I am."

"So what are you going to do, if I agree?"

"There are belts made for men, and women," I said, giving a nod to Jane as well, "that lock up the genitals. They lock with a key and they don't come off. Or, at least, they don't come off very easily. I'm going to put you both in one of these belts."

Ted looked nervous. He didn't like my threat. He didn't like the idea of not screwing whenever he wanted to, either. But the idea of having an irate husband pounding him to pulp was the greater evil.

"All right," he said.

I told Ted that he could find his battery in the garage and he was free to go, but to return to the house in two weeks at eight in the evening. I told him he was not to call the house or contact Jane in anyway. I then shooed him out the door and turned my attention to Jane.

"Undress." I told her. "I have some measurements to take." She started to ask a question but stopped when I shot her a glance. After she was naked I took a tape measure and took her measurements. I took her waist measurements, the circumferences of her upper thighs, and the distance from her navel through her legs and up to her waist. I noticed her wetness as I passed my hand over her cunt.

When I was finished I told her to, "Go upstairs, and douche that boy-toy's jism out of your twat and then pack a bag for both of us." I commanded her. "We're going on a trip." She marched up stairs and did what she was told to do."

I took her to New York and we stayed in one of finer hotels on Park Place. We had a good time. She is a lovely woman and I must say has been a wonderful mother and companion. We do get along and have lots in common. But she had crossed me and she had a long way to go before I would trust her wholly again. But I had a plan to modify her behavior.

Before we came home that Sunday evening I took her out to a nice restaurant and told her what her new life would be.

"There is only one rule that you now must follow, Jane, and everything will, eventually, be forgiven." She asked what that rule was. "The rule, Jane, is that you will do everything I tell you to do immediately, without hesitation or comment." She was always be respectful to me and would never argue with me at anytime. She would not eat or go to the restroom without my position and she would not orgasm sex without my explicit permission. She would also wear what I told her to wear when I told her to wear it. "And above all, you have to ask permission to speak."

For the next two weeks I made sure that Jane got used to her new role. I demanded that she not leave the house unless I knew about it and where she was going. I told her that I would know if she left and her punishment would be swift and sure. She was initially a very good student. I had her curtseying when she came into a room when the kids were not home and I had some of the best blowjobs that I had had in years - all I had to do was command her to get an her knees and get to work. She copped an attitude just once. I laid it on the line for her - she had better straighten up or get out and I added that if she wanted to leave, that was fine with me. "Perhaps you can get a job as a waitress at the place Ted works? He'll give you a reference I'm sure. Or maybe, you can screw your way into a job?"

I thought it would be best to give her some physical symbols of her new status. I bought her a maids dress and a slave belt as well. I bought her a couple of collars that she had to wear as well as handcuffs and leg irons. I bought a few more bondage toys and gadgets. She and I had never been into this kind of kink before, but now that I was retraining her into the model subservient wife these were not so much fun playthings, but necessary training tools.

Two weeks rolled by and then the day had come for Ted to return. He was prompt and I let him. He was nervous and didn't know what to expect.

"I just want to remind you that you are to do exactly what I say to do. And what I want you to do now is to strip." I was surprised that he took all of his clothes off right there. He probably thought that he was going to plug Jane while I watched. Ted's huge boner bounced out of his pants and hung out in front like a diving board. "Now, put your hands behind your back." Ted did so I put a pair of handcuffs onto his wrists and clicked them shut.

I led Ted to the living room where I had left a naked and handcuffed Jane looking semi- miserable. When she saw Ted's woody her eyes locked onto the organ. I could see she really wanted to ride his meat.

"I have a present for both of you," I said. I pulled out the two boxes that I had previously hidden and produced the chastity belts I had ordered.

"It's your new undies -- your chastity belts. I had them specially made for you." I then opened the smaller box and showed it to Ted. "That, Ted, is your new cock cage which you will wear from now on." I put it back down and pulled out the belt for Jane.

The belt for Jane was a work of real craftsmanship. It was steel and plated with silver that had been buffed and polished. It fit her beautifully. The belt itself was a jointed and flexible coil and lined with kid leather. The chastity belt wrapped around her waist and was fastened on each side of the front plate with a rotating link. I arranged for this improvement because it would allow for freedom of movement while remaining secure. The front plate was a curving piece of interlocking triangular plates - each plate was attached to the one above and below with multiple links metal that allowed for more movement than had the entire piece been made out of one solid piece of metal. covered her pubis. Most of the front plate was lined with leather, but I had ensured that her urethra was over bare metal. A channel molded into the lower part of the front plate allowed her stream a place to exit the belt. At the terminus of the front piece was an eyehook that attached to an elongated plastic covered teardrop collar. That collar was centered on her anus and little knobs projected upwards. As she walked or moved these were designed to give her a slight tickling feeling to reminder her of her plight. Behind the collar was another ring that hook where a single strong platinum cable split her crack and attached to the back of the belt.

I told Jane to step into the belt and I snapped it on and turned the key of the recessed lock. Jane looked unbelieving at the belt and gave it a tentative pull to see how secure it was.

"You will be wearing this most of the time." I said. "It's meant for long term wear and since I can't trust you to not screw without my permission it's going to stay on for a very, very long time." Jane looked up at me with her big eyes and I gave her a little shake of my head warning her not to talk. "And these are the keys, that I will keep in a safe place from now on." After her belt was securely on I uncuffed Jane. She felt her new belt for a second. "Stop feeling your belt. I need your help with Ted." Then I tuned to Ted. "Now, for you."

"Okay, put this on him." I handed Jane the cock cage and watched her as she knelt down in front of Ted. His manhood sprang to attention as Jane started to put the cage on him. She got both of his nuts through the lower collar and managed to get the locking pinion in but couldn't bend his boner into the restraining tube.

She asked to speak and I allowed Jane to ask if she could suck Ted. "That way he'll go soft afterwards." I saw Ted get a very hopeful look on his face. But it didn't last long. I told Jane no, she couldn't swallow Ted's sword. I said she needed to get some ice. "That'll cool him down. And it did. When the ice was applied for four minutes Ted's cock slipped into the tube and the rear-locking collar was placed. Next, I had Jane place a small padlock on the cunning little contraption. I had her give me the key that I added, along with her key, to my key ring. I had Jane unlock Ted's handcuffs.

After they were locked up and I had taken my seat in my favorite chair with a single malt scotch I gave the order for the entertainment to begin.

"All right, Jane, do your best to fuck Ted." I motioned for them to get going and do the `Nasty Dance.' They looked at me with a bewildered look. "Go ahead."

They started feeling each other and kissing one another, and attempting to arouse each other. Jane tugged at the cock tube as if there was some trick to pulling it off or defeating it. Ted tried to do the same to Jane's belt. Each wrestled with the other's contraptions of imprisonment for about ten minutes until they admitted defeat.

"Well, let me see," I said.

I tried to take Jane's belt off and it didn't budge. I also tried to stimulate her to orgasm, but couldn't. I looked over Ted's contraption. It was secure. He would have to rip his nuts off to get out of that torturous device.

"Good. I'm satisfied." I was pleased with myself. Now, my fun would begin.

The Rules, I had pretty much explained to Jane, but I wanted to reinforce them and told them to her again. Then it was Ted's turn.

"You're to be our servant, of sorts. I want you to be on call for any little jobs that I want doing. Such as mowing the lawn or weeding the yard. I might need someone to clear the garage. Don't worry I won't ask you to do it for free. I'll even pay you." I said. "I want to have it clearly documented your getting paid for your labor, at least that's what it will look like to anyone. And, by the way I do pay pretty well. You'll like that." I told Ted that he wasn't to touch my wife without my permission ever, and if he did, I would make sure that he would suffer.

"And this isn't suffering?" He gestured down to his cock, which was scrunched up, in his tube. "This is horrible."

"No," I said. "That is not horrible, not in the least. I will have to show you what real suffering is, because your need some self-control and discipline. Maybe then you won't be so eager to screw the wives of your betters." I stood back for a second and let him stew for a few seconds. He was pissed off and I bet he wanted to hit me for putting him down, but he realized at some level that I was right. I needed to assert my control even more than I had. "Just for that little outburst I'm sentencing you to twenty-one days of celibacy. No sex for you tonight." The impact of what I had said was immediate and he was going to say something to apologize, but I cut him off. "Not another word - and you are dismissed. Get your clothes and leave this minute or I'll double your sentence. After he was released, without saying a word Ted picked up his clothes and left.

I then turned my attention to Jane who stood quietly by. "Now, for you. Put your hands behind your back." She did this and I handcuffed her wrists together and then took her chastity belt off. I sat down on the sofa and stood her in front of me and felt her up. I passed my hand over her pubis and felt her thighs, belly and nether regions. I pulled and pinched on her lips and caused her to shift. I unzipped myself and let my cock out. "Down and suck me." She did and when I was nearing my plateau I raised her up and had her straddle me. It only took a few moments to fill with my shot.

Jane hadn't had an orgasm. She had become wet and had ridden me vigorously, but once I had spent myself I stopped her.

"May I speak?" I nodded that she could. "But, honey, I wasn't.."

"Finished?" I said. She nodded.

I said, "Jane, you were and are finished."

She wiggled against me and laid her head on me and whimpered, "Please?"

"No." I looked at her. " You are no longer allowed to cum -- unless I want you to -- and tonight I don't want you to cum. I want you frustrated and wanting something that you will not get. " She wanted to know when she could cum again. I informed her not for some time. "It will depend on you. You will have to be obedient and chaste and the perfect wife for me - loyal and solicitous to my needs. And you must never ever even want another man."

"But you were going to give me too Ted."

"No. I have no intention of letting anyone other than me fuck your little twat. That's for me alone."

She looked at me. I know she wanted Ted's mammoth cock ramming her. I could see it in those brown eyes of hers. But she would never have the pleasure again. I repeated myself. "Ted is never going to enter you again -- ever. I don't even plan to let him out of his chastity belt ever again. He'll come by and want out and then bone you, but it's never, ever, going to happen. I'll just keep him in that thing forever as punishment."

"But he can't stay in it forever." Her look at me was to ask if that was possible.

"Well, if he gets tired of it he can always cut it off. It's doable. He just has to go to a home improvement store and get a hacksaw. It will take a few nights to do, but he can do it."

"But what will happen in the meantime?" she asked.

"He doesn't orgasm, you don't orgasm and I do." By that time I had recovered enough and told her to start sucking me off again.

That was two years ago. Jane is still wearing her chastity belt. She doesn't come out of it much and I only rarely let her orgasm. She has learned that only by pleasing me she is allowed to cum. The first year was tough for her, but she has become more tolerant of her new lifestyle. She doesn't have much choice. Once, about six months into her new status Jane started balking. Once her silly complaints became annoying I made her go out and get a waitress job (wearing the belt of course) and after a month of being on her feet and getting hassled by customers and management she capitulated and returned saying she would never get "uppity," again.

Ted managed to come back for about nine months. Each time he thought he might get out but each time I made up some excuse for him not getting out - he was too grubby or wasn't respectful enough. He was frustrated and fuming sometimes at the end of his visit but the implied promise of sex was too strong for him. Eventually he gave up. I did sort of level with him. I let him know that it wasn't likely that he would get out of his cock cage anytime soon. Besides, I didn't think that Jane really wanted his cock that much anymore. I screwed her in front of him and did a good job at it. She had been so starved for an orgasm that she went wild - much better than when he did her.

I don't know what happened to his chastity belt. I suppose he eventually got it off. If he didn't, oh well, so it goes.

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