It Started with Chastity pt. 5

It had been two weeks since your little chat. Your only sexual release was when she decided to peg you with her big black dildo. You had gotten used to being fucked in the arse by your wife, the butt plugs had helped make this easier. Although she had stopped using lube, she always made sure you lube up her 'cock' with your mouth before she shoved it in your hole. Being locked in chastity meant that you couldn't even stimulate your own penis and, if you did reach any kind of climax, it was wholly unsatisfying. Like taking a piss but stopping three quarters of the way through.

Your wife, seemed to enjoy fucking you far more than you enjoyed getting fucked. She really revelled in the power dynamic, the sensation of being in control. She had become increasingly dominant in all her interactions with you. She called it a 'female led relationship'. She now made all the important decisions and your only role was to agree with her and provide her with whatever she wanted. Which was mostly domestic chores and sexual submission.

However, today she insisted that you accompany her on a shopping trip. As nice as it was to feel almost like a 'normal' couple for a couple of hours she had insisted that you pay for everything. It's not that she couldn't afford to pay her won way, her job paid more than adequately. But she said that you should treat her. You paid for lunch, which was fine, you paid for the clothes she had brought - mostly lingerie, which was also fine. She promised you that she would model the garments for you later.

So, here you were, sitting, naked but for your panties as your wife swanned down the stairs wearing another of her sexy lingerie sets and matching heels. Her body was immaculate, her arse was especially mind blowing to look at, you thought. She took good care of herself, she could be an underwear model.

This wasn't uncommon, since she had locked you up, she would often tease you with her sexy body, it was just another form of control.

"What do you think of this one honey?" she said as she did a catwalk strut across the living room.

"Y-you look stunning babe!" you stammered.

"Good enough to fuck d'you think?" She turned and stood in a hip hitched stance, running her hands provocatively through her hair.

"Definitely!" you replied hopeful of release.

"Good. Then I think I'll wear this one."

"Okay..." you said hesitantly, hoping that you would soon get to have sex with your wife.

She giggled at the expression you were pulling, "you're not expecting to fuck me are you?"

"Well, I mean... you just said--"

She interrupted you "I know what I said!" She stood with her hands on both hips now, looking down at you sat on the sofa, "I wasn't talking about you."

"I don't understand..." there was a subtle quiver in your voice.

"I love you honey, but the thought of being fucked by a man who eats his won cum and likes getting fucked in the arse jut doesn't turn me all that much."

You reeled back at her words, "but you made me do those things!" You protested.

"And if you didn't want to do them you wouldn't have accepted it would you? That's why I have a date tonight..." Her tone was disarmingly casual as she turned and walked back towards the stairs. "...with Barry, my friend from work."

"B- Barry?!?" That was supposed to be a protest but it came out more as a whine.

"Yes honey, I told you a couple of weeks ago that I was going to ask him out. Obviously he accepted, so we're going out to dinner tonight... on your card of course. You've already bought the lingerie that he's going to fuck me in, you might as well pay for our date too!"

You stood up from the sofa, as your wife continued up the stairs, "don't walk away form me!" you snapped, "we need to talk about this!"

"We just did. Now sit down and shut up unless you want a firm spanking."

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The time had come for the date. Your wife was putting last touches to her makeup, she was making a real effort here.

"The cab will be here soon dear. Barry and I will be having dinner at that posh French restaurant you always wanted to go to. If our dinner date goes well, I'll ask him to take me home and... well, I'm sure I don't need to tell you what will happen then. But, if that does happen, you will hear all about it when I get home." "Yes dear..." you replied meekly, defeat seeping out of every cell in your body. She was clearly going to go through with this no matter what. You felt utterly humiliated and dejected.

A car horn sounded from outside "That's the cab honey." She gave you a quick peck on the cheek, leaving a red lip print, "I'm super excited. Keep your fingers crossed for me honey!"

She headed for the front door and then paused, looking back at you for a moment, "I love you."

*SLAMM*

You stood, shoulders slumped, staring at the front door your wife had just exited. How had it gotten to this?