Careless Talk - The Sequel

"Oh! Yes, we made sure that you never need be concerned about that again."

Betty had thought Dawn's words odd when she had asked if I had behaved myself at the conference. Fortunately, she did not push me for an answer and left me wondering how I could break the news to her that Tina had put superglue in the keyhole of my CB.

Driving home from the train station was not the time for explanations, so I said that I thought the girls at the conference knew I was happily married and was not to be tempted. I determined that at the right moment I would tell Betty exactly what had happened and hope she would believe me.

That evening, Betty laid on a romantic candlelit meal. She wore a low cut dress and the key was much in evidence dangling from her neck. I just could not bring myself to spoil the scene and afterwards, when she led me towards the bedroom, I had still not said anything about it.

I had managed to remove Wendy's efforts with the lipstick and dispose of Tina's panties. As I stripped off, Betty spent some time caressing the front of the CB. She sexily teased my nipples and thighs. Normally, I would have been bursting within my belt, but somehow my anxiety overcame my natural reaction as I waited for Betty to try to use her key.

"Poor Johnny - you've had to be good, hav'n't you? I'm beginning to see plenty of advantages in having you securely locked up", she said, fingering the key. "Let's see what you can do for me, first." She reached under the bed and I was amazed when she handed me a large strap-on dildo. It was at least half as big again as my modest equipment even when fully erect. I let her help me put it on and adjust it. "I've always wanted a bigger cock then yours. I'm going to enjoy this!"

Overcoming my surprise at Betty's new attitude to sex and her purchase of the dildo, I nevertheless did my best to gratify her though it was very strange having penetrative sex and feeling nothing.

As we relaxed afterwards, she said "I think I'm going to keep you locked up for now. It's only been a few days so far and I'm sure you will be OK for a month or so."

As time went on, I still funked telling Betty what happened at the conference and she had not discovered that the key would not undo the lock. I felt that I could not yet resign from the company without telling her and giving the reason, so I carried on at work as usual. My contacts with Dawn were inevitably strained, but it began to look as though she had persuaded her two friends to keep quiet. I could only pray that they would.

Betty and I carried on normally except that she became addicted to the dildo which she demanded I wear several times a week. I obviously didn't ask to be unlocked and she said nothing about it.

One day, Betty said "You remember Mary? She was a doctor and became a specialist urologist before she met Tom and left to start a family. I met her shopping the other day and had lunch with her.

"I swore her to secrecy and asked her opinion about your chastity thing. She has a pretty open mind on things after seeing so much in the accident unit just after she qualified. She assured me you are not unique! I asked about possible problems long term and she said you should be all right if you keep it meticulously clean. Your prostate will need to be milked once a month. She explained exactly how I should do that and suggested a gadget to do it with. I've ordered one. It's nice to have someone I can trust to tell me how to look after you properly."

"Wow!" I replied, "You really are taking it seriously and expecting me to be locked up for a long time."

The following day a small package arrived addressed to Betty which she lost no time in putting to use. I found it a very odd feeling. The treatment appeared to be successful, producing a small amount of fluid. Not unpleasant, but a long way from a proper ejaculation.

It was further month before Betty laid on another candlelit supper. This time I was surprised to see that she had both the keys on her necklace. I had handed over both when we first bought the CB but she always kept the second hidden away.

I was even more surprised when, after supper, she said she must give me a milking and then we had a little ceremony to perform. I had been locked up for more than twice as long as ever before and wondered whether she now intended to release me. But why two keys? And why milk me first?

She lead me to the bedroom and had me strip and lie on the bed. The milking provided some relief and as soon as it was done, Betty used a scarf as a blindfold and told me to hold my hands over my head. Immediately, she slipped them though prepared loops and pulled them tight. My legs were soon similarly secured. The blindfold was removed and I was helplessly bound spreadeagled on the bed.

As she lent over me, I caught the scent of her perfume and thought how lovely she looked in her low-cut dress.

"Do you love me, Johnny?", she asked, tickling my nipples.

"Yes, you know I do, Darling"

"Do you love me even tough you are unable to put your little cock inside me?"

"Yes, Darling, you know how much I love you, especially when I am locked up".

"And would you still love me if you knew you could never, ever, put it inside me again?"

This was getting too close for comfort! Had Dawn told Betty what had happened?

"Yes, Darling, I really would still love you very much, but why......?".

"For ever?", Betty interrupted me.

"Yes, Yes!"

"I love you, too."

She went to a drawer and came back with two small tubes. Spreadeagled, I could only watch as she squeezed a little from each into the lock of the CB, carefully smoothed over the key hole and gave me long wet kiss.

"There, now you are my chaste husband for ever! The epoxy will soon be solid and these keys will never be needed again." She took the necklace off, detached one of the keys and put it on another thin gold chain, which she put round my neck. "We may not be able to use them, but they will be permanent reminders of our special bond."

She picked up my boxer shorts and dropped them down the waste shoot. She then slowly removed her own panties, which were noticeably wet, and held them in front of me.

"These will be more suitable for you in future", she said with a broad grin.

This was bizarre! Betty had exactly repeated Tina's actions and words.

"I have a final gift for you. You must always wear these. I have destroyed all your other boxers and Y fronts." The gift was a pack of neat white panties and a box of panty liners.

She strapped the dildo on me and used every means of ensuring I was excited so that my cock was straining for release. She climbed onto me so that her pussy was in my face and demanded that I give her a long lick, bringing her almost to climax, but she reserved that for the dildo when she lowered herself onto it.

"That's the way I like my sex!", she said, "and that's the way we'll always have it in future. You've shown me that I have no need of that silly little cock of yours. Now we'll have a toast to permanent chastity". She released my bonds and lead me back downstairs where she had previously put a bottle of champagne on ice.

The change that had come over my once demure wife really bowled me over, but I was secretly relieved that I had not made any confession about the conference. I popped the cork. "To permanent chastity!"

There was no scandal or rumours in the company and I kept my job. I don't think that Betty ever did discover what had happened but I often wonder. Was it a coincidence that Betty had also filled the lock of the CB and then exactly copied Tina with the panties? If Dawn had told her, Betty might have decided to go through the charade so that I wouldn't know she knew.

And I have to live with another nagging thought. I shall never know what Tina really put in the lock. After all, it was only a practical joke which went way over the top. Maybe it was just something which would have washed out in the shower, but was intended for me to believe it was superglue. And Betty was so keen to keep me locked up that she never tried to use her key.

Either way, I am permanently chaste. Betty gives me a regular milking. We are still happily married and we both always wear our keys.

Johnny

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