Invisible Chastity

My wife Kate and I had a pretty normal marriage. She was an attractive 22 year old and I was her senior by only 12 monthes. I guess you could describe me as dull. Kate didn't seem to mind that but there was one area where my behavior irritated her. You see, she had a ravenous sexual appetite and I was happy with one quick bedroom encounter a week... or less. It probably would have helped if I gave her oral sex but I'd always been turned off by the idea of doing that, to the point where I wouldn't even try it.

So when my wife got a new job at a high tech medical research facility I was secretly pleased. She worked longer hours than at her previous, similar job, and spent time every night on her laptop on a project she had initiated herself. That went on for nearly a year. Then her work yielded results, some sort of plastic that could be injected into the body to make all sorts of repairs. Even though she had made her discovery while working for her employers and technically they owned it, they were more than generous in sharing the wealth. Only monthes after her breakthrough we were financially set for life.

That was when she invited me to the lab to see what she had accomplished. I went along and was surprised to find that her department head and her assistant were both attractive women. They offered me a drink, which I happily accepted. Minutes later, as I was trying to keep up with one of my wife's explanations, I started to feel drowsy. After that I was unaware for a period.

When I came back to full conciousness I was seated in a padded chair. And I was NAKED. The sterile room was comfortably warm but I felt a distinct chill as all three women smiled down at me. My wife's assistant, Trish, calmly approached me with a compact electric razor. I tried to question her but couldn't speak. I tried to rise but wasn't able to move. "It's all right," the department head, Jane, told me. "We put a blend of drugs into your drink. Nothing harmful. You'll just be helpless while we perform a little procedure your wife has devised. It should be fascinating."

Trish shaved my exposed crotch and then swabbed the area down with disinfectant. I watched in helpless fear as my wife filled a hypodermic syringe from a bottle. All three women wore latex surgical gloves.

"What we're going to do takes very little time," said Jane. Then, with a smirk she added, "Though the effects will last a long while."

Kate said she was ready to begin. Jane took the head of my penis between her finger and thumb and lifted it. My wife brought the needle close and I tensed inwardly, though my body still would not react.

"Here's what's going to happen," Kate said in a lecturing tone. "I'll inject the new substance I developed between the skin and the erectile tissue. It will form a barrier with the circumfrence of your flaccid organ. And you know, dear, you're very small when you're not hard. There will be several injections to make sure we cover the entire organ. Then, as the liquid solidifies it will become permanent. It's elastic but requires plenty of pressure to stretch it. Do you understand what the result will be?"

I couldn't answer but my incomprehension must have been visible in my eyes. Jane took up the explanation while Kate made the first injection. I felt only a short sharp sting and then slight internal pressure.

Jane said, "Once the shots are done, there will be a sheath INSIDE your penis. Because that sheath is the same size as you are when relaxed, and is too taut to be stretched by the attempts of your erectile tissue to expand, well..." She grinned nastily. "After all the monthes you've been unwilling to satisfy your wife in bed, now you won't be able to achieve an erection. Only the head of your penis will be able to enlarge. It will remain highly sensative, so you will be able to receive stimulation and feel it, but you won't be able to get relief. You won't be able to ejaculate. Think of it as an experiment."

Trish gave me a twisted smile. "You didn't please her in bed, but now your tune will change. You'll be horny all the time, so you'll be desperate for sexual contact. But you'll have to use an 'alternative' method to keep her interested." Kate had refilled the needle and slid it into my manhood to begin the second dose. She told me, sounding hostile all of a sudden, "In case you still don't get it, husband dearest, you're going to learn to make me happy with your mouth. You're going to go down on me every time I say, for as long as I say, and do whatever I want while you're down there. Believe me, after a month of not being able to get off you won't be able to think of anything else. You may even beg for it." She chortled as she depressed the plunger of the needle.

******

After the treatment was done Kate and Trish helped me into our car. Kate drove and when we got home I felt normal. At least, I did until she took me into our bedroom and told me to strip. After everything I had been through I was defeated, unable to stand up to her. I got out of all my clothes while she undressed sexily and slipped into a wisp of a nightie. I was practically salivating as she slid onto the sheets. Kate gestured for me to join her. When I was alongside my wife she kissed me and stroked my cock. I got hard at once. That is, the head got hard. I felt the shaft trying to stiffen but failing. It stood up, as it might have if it were inside some sort of tube, but remained short and narrow.

Kate grinned wickedly at my predicament. She pulled me into the missionary position. Instinctively I tried to penetrate her. The head of my organ touched her hot wetness and I felt a jolt of sexual electricity. I shoved the rest of the way in but the shaft was so slender that it couldn't even feel her, couldn't achieve contact with the inner walls of her sex. It was maddeningly frustrating. I wanted to weep, I felt so unmanned.

With me at my most vulnerable, my sexually voracious wife pressed down on my shoulders, directing my face to the juncture of her shapely legs. Knowing I couldn't please her in the normal way, couldn't please myself at all, I unprotestingly slid down until my face was at her musky crotch. I swallowed with difficulty and began the task I had told myself over and over I would never perform. Kate instructed me to be sure I took my time and delivered the maximum of pleasure to her.

After a while she moaned and jerked her hips. She ground herself against my lower face, told me to get used to the taste of her because I would rarely be without it. She built to a noisy climax and enjoyed a long afterglow. Then she made me start again. Very slowly and tenderly. After two more orgasms she subjected me to some lazy teasing, got me to a peak of arousal, and rolled over to go to sleep.

******

That was a year ago. Since then she has had all the sex she desires. I have had none. Lots of build-up but no pay-off. I'm horny all day and night and can think of little except my wife and getting her back into bed. I still hate having to give her head but I am addicted to it. I have surpassed all her expectations of how helpless and dependant I would become. She earns many times more than me and controls our finanaces completely. Sometimes she refers to me as her houseboy. When Jane and Trish come to visit I wait on all three of them, serving drinks and snacks. The entire time I am discomfortingly aware that her two co-workers know exactly what my situation is. Sometimes they even discuss it right in front of me.

I don't expect any improvement in my situation. My clever wife has put me into permanent and irreversible chastity. As a result my male ego has been crushed and I have become a sex addict, longing for something I can't have, and substituting exactly what she craves. Kate loves to remind me that none of this would have happened if I had been more giving in bed when we were first married. I know she is right.

THE END ?

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