It Started with Chastity pt. 3

"What's this?" You said in surprise as you stared into the open drawer full of delicate feminine panties.

"Well, you can't wear the same pair of pink panties forever honey." Replied your wife with a lilt of amusement in her voice.

"Wh-where's my underwear?" You asked, an upward inflection in your voice, that emphasised your concern.

"That is your underwear darling." She said nonchalantly, as her eyes returned to the emery board that she was filing her fingernails with.

You turned to look at your gorgeous wife, she was sitting cross legged, wearing a very sexy lingerie set. She had taken to dressing this way around when the pair of you were alone, she knew it drove you wild with lust and served as a reminder that you could do nothing about it. You looked down at yourself, naked but for the tiny pair of pink panties, hiding your caged cock. It had been over a week since she had insisted you wear the panties, and the rule was now,, that whenever you were home alone you would wear nothing, but the panties. It was extremely humiliating.

You looked back at your wife, "you can't be serious? What about work?"

She shrugged, "no one will see what you are wearing under your trousers will they? I mean, you've been wearing the cage for months now and no one has said anything... yet." She giggled to herself, knowing full well that her last comment would send a shiver of embarrassment through your abdomen.

You let out a sigh, knowing not to question her. By now the pendulum of authority in your relationship had swung firmly in her favour. She now made all the important decisions, you merely had to agree with her and comply with her requests. For her part, she wished that she had come up with the idea of chastity much sooner, control the cock and you control the man, she mused to herself as she blew the dust from her nails.

She stood up and cupped both your cheeks in her hands, looking deep into your eyes, "You know that I have your best interest at heart, right?"

"I-- I'm beginning to wonder..." you said nervously.

"Honey," she said with subtle sternness, "since I locked away your cock, you have become the perfect house husband. I love you." she placed a gentle kiss on your lips, "now get down on your knees and make your wife cum."

You felt her hands press down on your shoulders and you knew better than to resist. You slid her panty down and stared at her glistening, bald mound... "When did you shave your pussy?" you said, surprised by what you saw.

"Yesterday, I thought it might give you easier access. Now shut up and put your tongue to work.

She pressed your face into her crotch and held you in place, grinding her hips, giving verbal prompts, not that you need to be coached any more. You knew exactly how to get your wife off.

After her third orgasm, she finally pushed you away and gathered her senses. "Babe," she said breathlessly, "I bought you another present too."

"Oh?" You wiped the juices from your face and looked over at your wife, reclining on the bed, "what's that?"

"Top drawer, my side of the dresser." She replied.

You rose to your feet and opened the drawer. It was her jewellery drawer, what could it be? You wondered to yourself.

"Open the box." She said, still reclining "it's not locked."

You pulled out the box that contained her more valuable jewellery. You opened it and frowned as you looked inside. You weren't sure what you were seeing.

"Take it out." She said as she sat up.

You picked up the strange looking object, chrome, with a gemstone decoration at one end, "what is it?" you asked.

"Come here and I'll show you." She said, beckoning you forward, "here" she held out her hand, you placed the object in her palm. "Now, turn around."

You tentatively did as you were told.

"Drop your panties." She demanded.

You didn't hesitate, you knew by the tone of her voice that questioning her right now would result in a severe spanking.

"Bend over."

Again, you complied, confused by her demands. But then you felt something cold against the tiny, tight entrance to your anus.

"Relax... breath in." she said softly, but sternly.

Your eyes grew wide as you felt your wife push the object inside your anus, the soft tissue enveloping it and sucking it into place.

"There!" She said sounding satisfied, "it fits perfectly!"!

You turned back to face your wife, reaching back to feel the gem over the hole of your anus.

She looked up and smiled, "Not so bad is it? I got three, small, medium, large. That's the small one, we'll start there."

"Start there!?!" That upward inflection crept back into your voice, making the question sound like a protest. "Babe, I don't want things in my arse!"

She scowled at you, "I would have thought that by you you would have cottoned on to the fact that it's not about what you want, it's all about what I want. I want you to wear a butt plug, and you should be happy to oblige me."

You looked down at your feet, like a scolded school boy, "sorry darling, I-- I just don't understand, why I need this."

"Okay, I owe you an explanation I suppose. You see, the thing is... I love having you in that cage so much, the way it makes you soo compliant and how much more useful and pleasing you are as a husband, that I have decided you will never be out of chastity again... save for hygiene inspections."

"Whaaaat?!!!" You were incensed, "You can't be serious?!!"

Your wife clapped her hands to shush you. "Shush! Clearly, you haven't learned your lesson yet. Fetch my hair brush, the big one!"

You hug your head in defeat, knowing what this meant. You returned to the dresser, picked up the wooden brush and returned to your wife, placing the brush into the palm of her outstretched hand. You knew the drill, you spread yourself over your wife's lap, and felt her hand stroke your buttocks gently, taking a moment to run her finger around the pink gemstone plug.

WHACKKK!

"Owww!" You cried out as the brush landed against the soft flesh of your tight, bare buttock.

To be continued.

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