|My wife is very literal and serious|
"Can I ask you some hypotheticals?"
It's late Sunday night, I'm kneeling at the end of the bed rubbing Xena's feet, as always, locked into my chastity device for the night.
She rather arbitrarily had me unlock for the day, which has left me a bit confused. I have a strong suspicion that her lock/unlock decisions are entirely random
Remember Anya from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer"? My wife's a bit like her. Very literal and serious. There are no wheels within within wheels. She has a playful side, but it's spontaneous and unreliable. The world's worst service top, she is utterly no good at erotic role play.
Put my wife in charge, however, and she just takes charge and suits herself. This gives us an all or nothing Femdom dynamic that suits me fine.
The snag is, she doesn't introspect about the Femdom, which means it's hard to nail down what her tastes actually are.
Nor does she spend time thinking about enhancements. They still come from me, making the whole thing a bit of a guessing game. Some ideas she takes up with an evil grin. Others she dismisses with a grumpy wrinkle of her nose: Why aren't you telepathic Giles?
Part of the problem is that her mind leaps to practicalities, and some ideas get rejected before I've had a chance to make them work, or establish that I'm actually in the right ballpark.
So I'm ask asking some explicitly hypothetical questions: ones grounded in reality, but lubricated by fantasy.
"Oh go on then," she says.
"First one," I say. "Suppose I lost both keys to my device. Worse, in a fit of enthusiasm I'd previously decluttered all my spares. It would take about a month for a replacement to come."
"I don't understand, " she says, yawning.
"I'd be stuck," I say. "I'd have to destroy the device to get out of it, but the new one wouldn't arrive for a month or so."
"Oh," she says, an evil glint in her eyes. "You'd have to wear it until the replacement arrived."
"Would I be allowed to pullout and come."
"Of course not," she says as if I'm an idiot.
As I said, she's very literal. As far as she's concerned a chastity device should be a chastity device and treated as such. She once accidentally pressed the wrong counter, giving me a penalty day instead of a demerit. She simply shrugged and picked up the other counter and clicked that one as well. There was no hint of rewinding.
"OK," I say. "Suppose Lady Fox had nothing she wanted me to review, so I had to buy the new device. Say it was about $200. Bear in mind that any practical device comes in at about that."
"You'd have to earn the money first," she says. "Over and above your monthly targets, of course," she adds cheerfully.
I wince. My erotic fiction and contracting together bring in a variable income. My target is reasonable, but I don't always make it. "I could be stuck for a couple of months."
"Next," I say. "Suppose this happens but we're abroad for your work? We're either travelling around, or else deliveries are not practical or secure. We won't be home for three months."
"Then you'd wear it until then," she says.
"What about six months?"
She frowns. "Then I'd make you come up with a solution."
Yes, a sharp but literal mind. The hypothetical just breaks down when she thinks about it too much! (There are few problems she can't solve or motivate other people to solve, which is why she is so senior professionally.)
However, it's interesting that this doesn't happen until the 6 month mark. Also, at no point does she bring up getting a cheap Amazon device for bedroom wear only. Given an all or nothing choice, she'd rather have me locked 24/7. Finally, as long as the situation isn't actually her fault, she seems gleefully happy to enforce it for months on end.
All this suggests that daytime lockup really is part of the deal for her. She's not humouring me, even if she hasn't thought through the significance.
"Finally, a different tack," I say. "What if you had a vibrator that was hooked up to an electric shocker."
"I don't get it. Why would I want that?"
I back track. "You can get remote control shockers. Imagine that you using your vibrator triggered electric shocks for me. Would you use that?"
"What if... what if instead the vibrator was connected to the time lock on the safe. Say every minute of use cost me an hour of lockup?"
"Oh," says my wife. "That would be interesting."
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