It Started with Chastity pt. 2

Three months had passed since your wife had first put you in chastity. You had to admit that your sex life had improved a lot. She couldn't get enough of your newly acquired oral skills, and demanded your face between her legs every day, often more than once a day.

However, the goal posts had moved again. Since you had learned exactly what your wife needed to get off she had extended the number of orgasms to release. Initially she had insisted that you give her five orgasms to your one - your one being in the form of releasing your load into her pussy and then licking her clean while she rode your face. But you had gotten so good with your tongue that you were easily capable of giving her the five orgasms in a single hour of cunnilingus.

This, she rationalised, was not effective for her purposes. She wanted you denied for longer periods, so she had set a release schedule. You would still be required to give her orgasms on demand, but now you would only get your release once per month, and only then if you completed a set of tasks, usually household chores.

This, was your third month of chastity and your latest release was due. You had serviced your wife's pussy as trained. You had fixed the garden fence, painted the decking, trimmed the hedges, built a new book shelf and replaced the brake discs on her car. But she didn't seem happy. You sat opposite her at the dining room table, your empty dinner plates in front of you.

"Well..." she said with a dryness that you knew by now would signal a new command, "they won't clean themselves." She motioned to the dinner plates.

You let out a sigh and stood up, gathering the crockery off the table.

"Did you just sigh?" She snapped, "when I give you an instruction, I expect you to oblige me without hesitation or complaint, do you understand?" Her tone was stern,

You nodded meekly, "yes dear."

"Good, don't use the dish washer, I want you to clean them by hand, then you can clean the kitchen surfaces and floor. I want everything spotless."

She got up from the table and walked into the lounge, you didn't see it, but a smirk crept across her face. She was enjoying this new power dynamic in your marriage. Why didn't I think of this sooner? She thought to herself as she settled on the sofa to watch her favourite program.

Another week passed and your domestic duties expanded. You had gotten good at it too, you had no choice because your wife had taken to administering spankings whenever she wasn't satisfied with the quality of your work. By now, she had you doing all the cleaning, every room, every shelf, every ornament, every item of clothing... especially her underwear. Just seeing, holding, smelling her delicate under garments made you mad with desire for your beautiful wife.

But, just as you were folding her dried and aired laundry, ready to put them in the drawers of her dresser, your wife burst into the bedroom, anger etched across her face.

"What is the meaning of this?!!" She demanded, holding up a pair of pink lacey knickers.

You looked at the garment, then at her and frowned... "I... I don't understand."! you stammered.

"These should be WHITE!" she snapped "Did you wash my whites, with a red item?"

Again you stammered, had you? You didn't get a chance to answer. The garment hit you in the face.

"Strip!" she snapped, the tone of her voice sent a chill through your spine, she meant business and you definitely didn't want to take another spanking, not after what her hair brush had done to your buttock just two nights ago. You removed your clothes without question.

"Good..." her voice sounded calmer now as she stepped to you and wrapped her hand around your cock cage, her face hovering centimetres from yours, "put them on." She said softly.

"Wh- what?" you stammered.

"You like pink panties so much, you can wear them yourself!" You observed the subtle glint in her eye, a glint that you had seen many times over the past three months.

"Y- yes dear." Your reply was weak, a quiver in your voice.

You picked up the tiny lace panty and stepped into the leg holes. Your wife stepped back, arms folded and looked on with an expression of satisfaction on her face. You pulled them, your wife had a small frame, but a curvy, muscular bum, the front of the panty barely covered your cage, and you felt the thong ride up inside your arse crack, a sensation that was very new to you.

"Mmmm..." she groaned approvingly "a perfect fit!" She pulled out her mobile phone and took a couple of pictures. "There, if you don't want your friends to see these pictures I suggest that you complete the rest of your chores tonight, while wearing my... your pink panties!" she giggled.

You felt ashamed, embarrassed, but you knew better than to argue. You bent down and grabbed your trousers.

SMACK!

Your wife's hand slammed into the bare flesh of your buttock, making your squeal in surprise.

"I didn't say anything about putting your trousers on dear! You'll wear the panties... only the panties while doing your chores. Do I make myself clear?"

You nodded quickly, not wanting to receive another stinging, humiliating smack on the arse.

"Good, when you're done, join me in bed, I want my girl's mouth on my pussy. I think I'd like seven orgasms tonight so don't take too long with your chores, okay?"

Wow, you thought to yourself, she's changed so much in three moths. You caught the expression on your wife's face changing, realising that another spanking was imminent, you quickly hurried out of the bedroom to finish your chores for the evening.

to be continued

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