The Agreement

A story fro my wife.

It was he who persuaded me to do it. After twenty years of faithful marriage he started pestering me to be more dominant. I just wanted to please him to begin with, but then I began, to her surprise, to actually enjoy it.
When he presented me with a chastity cage he'd bought on the internet and asked me to take control of his orgasms I thought, 'Why not?'
He had wanted to begin immediately but I refused saying I wanted to do this properly and for that I would need to do some research. Finally, after several days of study on the internet and many questions and discussions with my darling husband, I agreed to begin.
The rules were that his first period of chastity would last for one month. He baulked at that but I would not be moved. He must, I insisted, regard my word as law, otherwise this was not going to work. I could see the outline of his hardening cock through his jeans as he agreed.
Over that period he would have to provide me with a minimum of twenty orgasms by using his talented tongue. If he failed to make the total, then he had to wait another month. He complained of the unfairness of that as he could not control when I would allow him access to my pussy. 'True,' I agreed, 'But fairness is something that slaves have to learn to do without'.
'Well....ok, I suppose. We can try that and see how it goes', he answered. Putty in my hands !
If he went into the second month he had to make up the ones he missed and provide another twenty.
The first month I let him make his target. Actually, I really enjoyed all the extra attention.

After the mind blowing blow job I gave him on his deprived cock he was happy to carry on so, with a wicked grin I locked him up again.
The second month I made sure we had an argument that resulted in me not allowing him access to my pussy for a whole week. At the end of the month he was six orgasms short. After listening to his pleading and whining for hours I snapped and gave him an ultimatum. If I gave in now our playing days were over. We would go back to a vanila relationship and never talk of his fantasies again. That did the trick. He was so attentive for month three! I was having more orgasms than I'd ever had in my life. Plus he was the most loving and attentive husband I could have wished for. I have to admit I rather took advantage. Getting him to wash the dishes, cook meals, give me massages and foot rubs. I was living a life of leisure!
I deliberately restricted his access to me, even banning him from my bed sometimes, saying I was tired and didn't want him pestering me. When he complained I was making it impossible for him to reach his target I offered him a solution.
I pointed out that my orgasms did not have to come from him. I would be happy to count as valid any orgasms I might have with another man. This, I knew, was his biggest fantasy. I'd seen all the cuckolding sites in his browser history. He was shocked at first. Fantasy is one thing but reallity is another I guess. Actualy, I wasn't really sure I wanted to relax with anyone else. It would be difficult to meet someone suitable and I would have to be so discreet. I was just teasing him. Maybe I would pretend to go ut and meet someone, that's all.
However, the way he prostrated himself before me, kissing my feet and begging me to take a lover got me thinking. Why not. It could be fun. The security of a loving faithful husband on one side and the fun and excitement of a lover on the other. I wondered though if it was my husbands head thinking or his cock. Would he be so keen after I'd let him cum. Three months of chastity had to be driving him insane. But after he'd had relief, what then?

This is why good bulls have the husband whack off first, then sit and watch their wives being ruined. It is really, really hard on the poor cuck because he isnt!

sweet lets have more of this story Blue

sweet lets have more of this story Blue

In the end it was my husband's encouragement that persuaded me to go ahead. In fact, I got so sick of him pestering me I just gave in and went for it. I decided I would advertise on a suitable site, pic a guy who looked good and sounded sane then meet up for coffee somewhere to make sure he felt right. If he did then I would arrange to meet him again in a hotel where I would enjoy some sweet extra marital sex, with the full consent of my husband.
He was very turned on by the idea of watching but was unsure about the offense of facing the guy who was fucking his wife. I was keen to do this without him around as I would feel more relaxed and able to enjoy it. Consequently, I made him stay at home working on a list of household chores the first time. The second time I let him wait in the car in the hotel parking lot. His reward for being a good little cuckold was the priveledge of removing my shoes when I got home and sucking my nylon covered toes while I sang the praises of my lover of the night.
Once I became more comfortable with the situation I started taking pictures of myself with my lover and giving them to hubby. One time I even brought him a used and overflowing condom. He had to empty it onto my tits and rub it in then lick it off. That got me so hot I sat on his face for over an hour and just came and came!
With the help of three other men hubby exceeded his quota that month. He was hoping, I'm sure, for another blow job but, instead, I had him put on a condom and slide his desperatly bobbing cock inside my warm pussy. As soon as he was inside I started berating him for being so small, saying I couldn't feel him at all. It was too much for him after such a long period of powerd abstinance and he started spurting into the condom on his first stroke.
I pretended to be really angry with him. I knew this was a crucial point in our little game. Yelling at him and slapping his face I accused him of not loving me anymore. I laid a real guilt trip on him. So much so that, when I demanded he satisfy me with his tongue because he couldn't do it with his cock, he agreed whole heartedly. He even agreed instantly to put his chastity cage back on first when I told him how much it turned me on to see him wearing it for me.
Then, for a couple of days he was a little withdrawn. I made sure he didn't have the chance to feel sorry for himself by demanding he prove he still loved me after other men had had me. I reminded him that I'd done it for him and needed reasuring that he still loved and wanted me. It worked well and his libido soon took over leaving him a panting suplicating slave for me to do as I pleased with.
Now that I was sure of my husbands support I began meeting guys more frequently. Sometimes though I would exagerate or even make up encounters. Other times I did the opposite and omitted to tell him anything. That way he was unable to count the orgasms I'd had against his target. I even had him keep a diary of my dates complete with details of how I'd enjoyed myself and how many times I'd cum in the arms of each lover. After making each entry in his best handwritting hubby would present it to me. I would then inform him of anything I was not happy with in his housework or his attitude to me. Finally, it was over my knee for a spanking to encourage him to try harder.

One day I got chatting with a lady on the net. The thought of cuckolding my poor husband with another woman had never crossed my mind but she was very persuasive. I knew from his expression when I told him of my conversation that it had definitely crossed my husband's mind though. I teased him about it for a couple of weeks before I finally decided to give it a try. I met her in a hotel bar for a chat and a quiet take. We got on amazingly well so I called my hubby who was waiting in the car, and told him to join us. He had to sit on a bar stool in front of us while we talked about him and laughed at his embarrassment. He looked incredibly uncomfortable but I knew he was loving it deep down from the bulge in his trousers.
Eventually, after a few takes, we went upstairs to my friend's room, where we stood in front of hubby and slowly undressed each other till we were standing in stockings, knickers and stilleto shoes. He was gutted when I told him he'd seen enough and could leave now. As he got to the door I called him back and told him that I'd forgotten to mention that girl on girl orgasms didn't count toward his target. It was the end of the month and the frustration was clear on his features. Tonight was the last chance he had for me to cum. He needed me to have just two more orgasms then he would be released to have one himself. Oh well, too bad I guess. My girlfriend and I both laughed at his face as I slipped down my knickers and gave them to him to take back to the car and snuggle up to as he thought about what we were doing and how difficult another month of chastity was going to be.
Two hours later I joined him in the car and presented him with a little gift from my girl lover, her own still warm knickers.

The following month was really hard on hubby. I met up with my girlfriend four times, enjoing delicious orgasms each time. I met up with three new guys as well as having repeat sessions with two others. To be honest, I was exhausted. Poor hubby didn't get a look in, not even with his tongue.
Finally, he broke down one night as I was on my way out to meet a new guy. He was desperate for relief and desperate for attention. This was not really what either of us had in mind when we began. It was supposed to bring us closer together, not push us apart. Don't get me wrong, there were parts of it that both of us had really loved and neither of us really fancied the idea of going back to 'narmal'. So, what we needed was a re-shuffle, a focus on the good bits, the sexy teasing bits that really turned us both on. I cancelled my date and we had a long talk. Then we went to bed and made love while I told him this would be the last time.

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I did a lot of thinking and quite a lot of planning. Finally the day arrived It was our wedding anniversary and my hubby had served me breakfast in bed. Afterwards we went into the guest bedroom where I fastened him down to the bed spread-eagle, face up. Once he was securely bound and gagged I removed his chastity cage and proceeded to shave his entire genital area. After completing my task I noticed that hubby was sporting as big of an erection as he can have.
'Look at that puny thing. Is it any wonder why you will never be allowed to use that thing again? What has it been? Three months since I allowed you to insert that tiny thing in me? Even that was a mercy fuck. Do you still remember what it felt like to be be inside me? Good. I suggest you hold onto that memory because it's all you will ever have. Now, it's time for me to have a little fun at your expence'.
Picking up the new riding crop hubby had bought me as an Anniversary present I proceeded to make good use of it on his cock. It was a lot of fun and, I thought, a great pity I would not get to do it again for a long time. Oh well, sacrifices have to be made.
Time to press on. Chuckling to myself I applied our KTB to his now limp tool and left the room. Going back to the master bedroom I set up the video camera on a shot that would cover the bed. Once on auto-focus I knew it would cover all the action and give a good clear picture. I plugged a cable into the camera which ran under the floor boards to the guest room where hubby was. I went back there next where I arranged a tv so hubby would have a good view from his prone position.
Checking the picture I told hubby, 'I hope you enjoy the show. I know I said that I would stop relaxing with other guys but I've found someoone who is just too hot to refuse. Don't worry, it's just sex. You are safe and you know how much I love to be made love to. If you can't do it it's only fair for me to get someone who can. It's been months since I felt a nice big cock inside me. I know you do your best with your tongue and I love you for it. But a girl has needs, you know? Now just relax and enjoy the show'.
As I left the room hubby was moaning in agony from the pain of the KTB as his cock tried to get hard. That was the best sign he could give me that this was ok with him so, smiling to myself, I went downstairs to wait for the doorbell to ring.

When it finally did I went to the door and greeted Brad. He was a guy I met at the gym and lived about an hour away from us. He knew what he was there for, that it was just for sex and it would never be anything else. He had been more than happy to oblige.
We headed upstairs to the master bedroom where I steered him towards the side of the bed in front of the camera which was on a shelf with a piece of black sticky tape covering the little red light. We kissed for a while and gradually undressed each other. I had not worn a bra so Brad was soon suckling my rock hard nipples.
I knelt in front of him and, after unbuckling his pants, pulled them down along with his underware, allowing his beautiful cock to spring into view. It was at least nine inches long and quite thick. I'd noticed the bulge in his shorts at the gym. Using my mouth I soon got him fully excited and before too long he could take no more. He pulled me up onto my feet so he could get my skirt and panties off then laid me down on the bed.Without further delay he mounted me and, somewhat powerfully, rammed his cock into my very wet pussy. I realised at that moment how much I had missed having a real cock inside me and that it was not something I ever wanted to give up.
From the start Brad had me shaking and crying out from almost continuous orgasms. It was just so wonderful! It must have gone on for at least half an hour before he finally let loose his load. That caused me to scream with another orgasm, this one deeper and even more intense as a wadge of spunk, thick and heavy by the feel of it, penetrated me so thoroughly, I almost immediately felt its salty taste upon my tongue!
Brad collapsed on top of me and soon we both fell arelax with his softening cock still inside me.
When I woke it was after 7pm. I woke Brad and told him he would have to leave. But, when I found out he was ready to go another round, well, I just turned on the lights and gave it to him!
After he left at around (pm I went to the guest room to find hubby right where I'd left him. Removing his gag I asked him, 'Did you enjoy the show? I had a great time. Now, no speaking please. I will be climbing up on your face and you will clean me up. I know you have always fantasised about doing this so get busy'. With that I straddled his mouth with my very full pussy. I knew everything was ok when he said nothing and got right to work with his tongue. Two delicious orgasms and a lovely clean pussy later I climbed off him. 'That's my good boy. Now I know you are probably hungry but that's just too bad. I'm tired and I'm going to bed now. I'll leave your tv on and the lamp next to my bed so you can watch me relax if you want to. I am also going to take the KTB off so I can put a condom on your little thing. That way if you somehow manage to cum during the night I will know. Believe me when I say that you do not want to do that as you will be very severely punished. I'll leave the KTB off to give your puny excuse for a cock some relief. Good night sweatheart. See you in the morning'.

great story! Keep it up blue!

Great story, now we just need afew photos. Looking forward to read more.
contdoc

I finally made it to the guest room to feed hubby a cinnamon roll for breakfast at around 9 am. Then I had him service me with his tongue and tell me his feelings on the day before. As I expected, he was very supportive. We discussed again the fact that he is my number one and always would be. He assured me in turn that he loved me more than ever and would try even harder to make me happy and ensure that I would never leave him. I assured him that he had nothing to worry about.
Then, after fixing a ball gag in his mouth, I proceeded to milk him. I used a technique that I'd researched on the net of putting ice on his cock and massaging his prostate until there was a good amount of jism in the condom. I removed the condom and showed it to hubby as I asked him if he had felt anything. He shook his head no and I knew it was true as a tear trickled out of one of his eyes. Tying off the condom I put it on the night stand and took the ice off his genitals before leaving the room to dipose of it.
When I returned I brought a tray with my biggest surprise on it. A new chastity device. Putting down the tray I explained to my attentive husband how it was going to work.
'Well my love, the time has come to lock up your useless tool. This is something I have worked hard on and I hope you like it. Basically this piece of curved pvc pipe is all that we will need to keep your puny cock under control. The pipe is 13/16ths of an inch in diameter. It is three inches long and has a slot cut into it 1 inch from the end which has this metal screen over it. It is coated with plasticoat so there will be no irritation to your skin. It slips on like this. Well, wat a minute we need this thing limp'.
I used my riding crop one last time and when he was fully limp I slid the tube on. I lined up his PA piercing with the 180 degree slit in the pipe. Then I threadd a mini padlock through his PA. Now there was no way to remove the tube. I closed the lock shut with a click.

Smiling sweetly at my adoring husband I picked up off the tray a ring which I put in his guiche piercing and screwed shut. Then, taking a gold wrist chain, I hooked the lock in the pipe sleeve to the guiche ring. This would work well to keep his cock pointing down, the chain being just long enough to to run between his balls. Finally, I made sure my loving husband was watching as I plugged in his little soldering iron and told him, 'I am going to weld the lock shut, the chain and your guiche ring closed'. As soon as the iron was hot I did just that. I melted a drop of solder into the keyhole of the lock. Another drop to keep the chain closed. Then a final drop on the screw closure of the guiche ring.
'There, all done. This device will not, cannot be removed until our next wedding anniversary. You cannot get hard because the tube is too narrow and short, even for your puny thing. Your piercing will ensure that your thing never escapes from its primister. Once every three months you will get a prostate milking. Of course, if you ever decide to cut the lock and take it off then a metal one will be put in its place with a tamper proof lock that can't be cut. Then it will be welded shut forever'.
'When you finish your current year of abstinance and devotion to me, your loving wife, you may, at my discretion, be awarded some relief. Such relief being allowed in the most humiliating way I can devise. Of course, if I am not happy with the way you take care of my needs your sentence will be increased dramatically and, it goes without saying, you will have no right of argument or appeal. Are you with me so far darling?'
His eyes were full of tears as he nodded.
'After your first year, or however long it ends up being, if everything is going ok then you may be permanently locked away. But we have plenty of time to discuss that later. I know I've said it before, but I want you to remember, I love you and only you. I will never leave you. I am doing this because I know how exciting you find it and that excitement translates to you providing me with tremendous pleasure and happyness. Don't ever worry about the occasional sex that I might have with anyone else. It is just sex, nothing more. I love you and I hope you are happy with your anniversary present'.
I kissed his forehead as I removed his gag. He could hardly wait to answer me. 'I love you more than I ever have. You know just what gets me so excited I could explode. I love my present and, if you climb up here on my face, I'll show you just how much I love it and you!'
So I did. After all, who am I to refuse a loving request from my darling husband.

any pics of ur slutty gurl, blue ??

You have to show us your work, sounds great.
contdoc

Thought you might like an update - this actually happened earlier this month - on Valentine's Day.

It started for hubby at 5 am on the Saturday morning when the electronic lock on his dog cage went off allowing him to get out of the 3' x 3' mesh cage that is attached to the floor in our basement. He quickly dressed in his full french maid outfit over the corset I had locked him into the night before. Then he got started on his quiet housework. At 9:09 am he awoke me with my breakfast in bed. I mentioned to him that he was nine minutes late and he apologised profusely but to no avail. When punishment time arrived there would be ten lashes with my cat of nine tails for every minute late.
After I ate my breakfast and had my morning orgasm at the tongue of my husband, he ran me a nice bath. He did all the work of bathing me thoroughly and then I told him to get me dressed in something sexy as my lover was coming over that day. He picked out my lacy red lingere set from Victoria's Secrets and topped it off with a red leather mini skirt that he loves and a red silk blouse to finish the effect.
Then it was time for him to finish his housework. At around noon he reported back to me in the living room saying that he had finished. I did the inspection and then we went down to our basement playroom for a punishment session. I secured my slave husband to our x-frame after he stripped himself naked and I unlocked his very tight corset.Once he was secured I let him know what he had missed in his housework. In addition to the nine minutes he was late this morning he found out that he had 135 lashes coming!
This is where one of our big changes has come. It used to be that I didn't like to really hurt him even though he had always begged me to let go and really whip him. Eventually I had found that I like to do it and he has encouraged me by telling me that he actually feels enormous arousal since I have been able to really let loose. Needless to say, by the time I had finished his back and ass were criss-crossed with red welts and even a little bit of red was showing in a couple of spots. I tended to these bits and rubbed some ointment over the whole area while he continued to sob through his gag. Finally I released him and had him move to a large wooden chair where I once more tightly bound him. Pulling out of his mouth the tightly knotted pair of tights I'd used to hold a pair of my dirty sweat socks in his mouth, I dropped my knickers and stuffed them, still warm from my body alongside the socks. Then, lifting the tights back into place, I kissed his forehead and told him he was a good slave.

Once I was sure my hubby was secure I rolled a tv/dvd combo in front of him and put in a xxx compilation dvd that has two hours of all the things he never gets to do again-ever! I gave him a kiss on the cheek then went upstairs to finish the book I was reading. Two hours later, when I returned, hubby was moaning in agony from sitting on his sore ass, not to mention his sore back which was pressed up against the hard back of the chair. Then, of course, there was the excruciating pain in his cock which must have hurt like hell since the pvc tube doesn't allow any growth at all from its limp state.
Wiping the sweat from his brow I asked him how he was doing. I'm not really sure what he said as he talked with his mouth full of my undies. Laughing, I stopped the dvd and plugged in a cable just like the one in the guest bedroom. It is hooked to the same video camera in my bedroom. I checked his bonds to make sure there were no circulation problems and noticed his cockhead was pressing against the metal screen at the end of his chastity tube. Smiling at him I asked if his useless tool was hurting. He nodded his head yes. I told him it would probably get worse then, saying I hoped he would enjoy the show, I went back upstairs.
Twenty minutes later the show started for him. My sex partner and I went at it for over two full hours. I lost count of how many times I came and he actually unloaded in me three times. Such a nice big beautiful cock he has and it goes so well with his youthful stamina.
It was dark outside by the time I got back to hubby. When I saw how much pre-cum had dribred out of his tube I got mad and, after releasing him, told him to clean it up with his tongue. When he was done I had him clean out my pussy for his dinner. It was plenty full! Then I told him that, because he had been so messy, he had earned more punishment.
I locked his leather wrist cuffs to a chain that hangs from the ceiling in the basement. Pulling the chain tight I made sure he had to stand on his tip toes. Then I strapped his four inch high heels on him and applied a three foot spreader bar to his ankles. Rolling the tv back in front of him I told him that since he was not likely to be able to relax in that position, he might as well watch what he can never have. Then off to my nice warm bed I went, humming happily as I mounted the stairs. What a lovely Valentine's Day!

I have begged my wife for the past five years to treat me in this same way. I have had to turn to fucking myself with a 12" dildo & sucking my cum up in an effort to enjoy sex. You are truly an amazing woman if only I could take your husbands place. Thank You

Nice work Blue. As usual ...

Excellent!!!