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| "That sounds great. Do it." |
"Can I talk to you about next month?"
It's Sunday night and I'm folding Xena's clothes away while she lounges in bed with a book.
"What about it?"
"You're away at conferences a lot, and you'll be trying to clear your desk before you go, then catch up when you return. I wanted to talk about how to make it work for me."
"I'll fit things in as best I can," she says. She means beatings and occasional orgasms for her.
"That's great," I say, not entirely believing her. "But discipline is already a bit irregular."
"You've not been pulling your weight," she said, "you've been forgetting things."
"That's your fault," I say.
"I just can't be bothered chasing you up."
My shoulders sink. "I hate it when you drift off and withdraw!"
"Well you're getting four demerits for forgetting to compost the flowers," she says. There's a sudden glint in her eyes.
"It's more than discipline..," I say. "I need..."
A few weeks back, while on vacation, we had a talk. Oddly we had had actual penis-in-vagina sex twice. After a run down the beach we discussed, for the first time in years,
my needs, how I get anxious if I don't feel "owned", and how she can get the best out of me by making me feel owned.
I recite, "To be Controlled, Affirmed, Scared and Exploited." (Yes, there's an acronym there, but I don't make a fuss about it. It does help me remember.)
Don't read that as a trade: good husbanding for kink. I'm very much telling her how to get things she wants, and those things go far beyond what she could expect even from a stay home husband. And she likes... loves being in charge.
"Hmm," she says and goes back to her book.
I finish the clothes, take a shower and towel myself off while we chat. I'm naked except for my customised
Custom Chastity Saint. "The new device is going great," I remark. "Five days in and not even any dry skin or red patches. Fire and forget."
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| Friendly Polymorph Plastic |
"Right," she says, sitting up in bed. "I think we should lock you up for a very long time. Six weeks perhaps..."
My cock inflates like an airbag. I start shaking. There's something on my bucket list, something I've already prepped for. But it has to be something
she does to me.
"That would certainly count as Controlled and Scared," I say.
"At
least until we take a holiday in October," she continues. She glances in the direction of my bedside table where the time lock safe normally keeps my key. "Check the calendar and..."
"How about just using the friendly plastic seal?" I blurt.
"How would that work?"
"Plastic that melts in very hot water," I say. "I take out the locker and push the stuff in. Once it's set, I'd need an hour with a hairdryer or a long hot bath
* to get free. I'd basically be stuck until you remembered to free me."
*UPDATE It turns out the long hot bath doesn't work!
Escape will require careful use of a hairdryer.
"What about if you needed to get out?"
"I've thought about it," I say. "Any circumstances in which I needed an emergency key would already be excruciatingly embarrassing. And in a medical emergency, they could always cut it off - it's only surgical nylon."
"OK," she says, "That sounds great. Do it."
I'm not surprised. My wife loves having me in chastity, hates having to engage with the fuss of deciding lockups and setting timers. I've basically offered her locked by default. This suits her down to the ground. I have a horrible feeling that only qualms about the practicality have held her back from doing this.
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That black blob is the overflow
of the plastic seal. |
Still shaking, I go to the kitchen to get a cup of hot water. I've already prepped a rod of just the right size. I let it soak until it's pliable, remove the magic locker from my device and replace it with the plastic.
Which hardens.
As does my cock.
Voila! I'm sealed in. Permanent - or at least open ended - chastity.
I return to the bedroom. "It's set, mistress," I say.
"Excellent," she says. She glances at me, amused, satisfied.
Here's what she sees behind the cut (i.e. cock in chastity picture):
