The Promise

''But honey,'' he began, as he started to stand. She shot him a warning glance and he quickly plopped his butt back onto the wooden chair in the corner of their bedroom. She smiled, turning back to the mirror to finish her makeup, ''You know the rules sweetheart, we agreed to this and you had every oppotunity to change your mind.''

''Yes, but....''

''Yes but nothing,'' she interrupted, ''You promised, remember?'' He sighed, depressed at how smoothly she handled his complaining, recalling his words of consent. That she had coaxed them from his lips as her soft hands had also coaxed him to come onto her panties....he couldn't put the words together well enough to say how unfair that had been, and he knew there was nothing he could say to change her mind now. She smiled again hearing his sigh, eager to be out of the house. Patting her cheeks one final time she swung around on her chair, and walked over to him, her evening dress swirling in a soft cloud around her thighs. She stood there looking down at her husband sitting so obediently, a small flutter of excitement racing over her belly as she felt the first flush of moisture between her legs.

''I thought you wanted us to go out tonight,'' he protested.

''I asked you to take me out tonight,'' she agreed, holding up his ATM card, ''And you're taking me and a guest to a nice restaurant and maybe some dancing if we don't feel like coming back here first.''she smiled seeing his mild argument evaporate like all the others did.

''Remember, you promised.'' He nodded, sullen andresigned.

'' Come on,'' she prompted, pointing with her hand for him to spread his legs. He whined as he obeyed her, pulling his plump thighs apart to reveal the small hole in the chair they'd been covering. She knelt down in front of him, knowing his eyes would have a rare view of her breasts as she continued to direct his reluctant hands.

''I'm going to be angry if I'm late,'' she began as his hands pulled the sheer panties aside and he pushed his cock and balls down through the opening.

''Good boy,'' she said as she reached under the seat and attached the ring behind his scrotum to the inside of the short tube anchored there, locking him in a downward position, his balls stretched just to the point of discomfort. She loved the next part, the sight of it so turned her on.

''Try to touch your little pee-pee,'' she teased, looking up at his flushed face. He reached to either side, arms way to short and the seat much too wide to even brush his fingertips agains himself, but he tried, knowing it would please her. She reached under and brushed the head of his cock gently, feeling it try to grow in her fingertips. He whimpered as she massaged him to hardness, his cock trying to rise but trapped in a downward position by the hard plastic. Satisfied, she stood and went over to her dresser, picking up a bottle of perfume.

''Tell me honey,''she said in a sultry voice, '' Where should I put my perfume?'' She walked back towards him slowly, like a fashion model, stepping seductively towards him. His breathe quickened, knowing the pattern to follow.

''Here?'' She dabbed some on her neck. He nodded, hating this part.

''Here?'' Now her wrists, chaffing them together slightly. She stopped, her motion carrying the scent to him, their only contact now.

''Here?',' she asked, watching his eyes follow her hand as she placed her stockinged foot on the edge of his chair and she reached under her dress to brush a hand against her inner thighs. He nodded again, desire and hate a hard knot in his throat as his cock surged against it's hard prison.

''And here?'' Her other hand pulled his face up to watch hers, denying him even a glance, knowing that she had pulled aside her panties and was blending the scent with her own perfume. He nodded, trembling, as he heard the moist sound of her fingers there. Her hand emerged to brush her clinging female scent slowly across his upper lip, his cry escaping involuntarily. She stepped back to finish dressing.

''Honey, please...I....'' he sobbed, his control slipping too late to stop the words. She turned, shaking her head sadly and went over to her dresser once more.

''You made the promise, dear,'' she said firmly, rumaging through her lingerie to pull out an old sturdy maternity bra from when she'd been nursing their children. Walking back over to him she stood there waiting sternly as he raised his hands. Slipping the thick straps over his shoulders she went around behind to pull the broad fasteners together, stretching it around both him and the back of the chair, binding him there firmly. Tears were now streaming down his face as he struggled against the underwire cutting into his chest.

''This is soooo sexy,'' she said, coming back around to finish. She reached forward to adjust the bra, feeling the tight fit under each of his breasts and plucking out the cups to give him a more feminine look.

''Look dear'', she said as she reached for his panties and brushed her fingers over the smooth satin flowers there,''Not a sign of a man anywhere.'' His head hung down as tears dropped onto her hand. She stood up and walked over to the bathroom, returning with a small tray full of kitty litter, placing it under the chair.

''We don't want to get anything on the rug, do we?'' she said as she rose once more and walked to the bedroom door. Taking one more look at her husband she turned off the light and closed the door, a small sob following her into the evening.

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