A little story: Quality of Service

Quality of Service
For many years, I had a fascination with cuckold-themed interracial erotica. But I didn't have the guts to approach my very straightlaced wife about it. I'd always looked with interest on the whole Queen of Spades tag phenomenon, but all those clothing or tattoo items were too overt to pass off to her. Then the Covid19 epidemic happened. Face masks became a thing, and I saw that several groups were making QoS branded masks. I ordered some and decided to innocently offer them to my wife.
When they arrived, I played it cool, and didn't open the box right away. Finally, the wife asked what was there, and I told her to open it. She found the masks, and to my surprise she liked them immediately. She was delighted to see the QoS logo, because she is a network engineer who has worked on quality of service technology for many years. She thought the logo was referring to that! I could not believe my luck as I saw her happily put the mask on and model it for me.
From then on, she wore it whenever we went out. Most people didn't know what it was all about. But occasionally I would notice that a black guy was checking her out, and there's a lot to check out: my wife is Chinese, 5'4", 110 pounds, and very attractive. Due to the relatively tame circumstances, these guys never dared approach her. So far, it was just harmless fun, and I got a kick out of seeing this all unfold.
With the easing of the pandemic, my wife started to go back to the office. In her case, this meant the local army base, where she worked to support network logistics. She continued to wear her QoS masks even going to work. The base is a couple of hours away from our house, so she typically drives down on Monday, stays in a hotel through the week, and then returns Thursday or Friday. In her job, she normally interfaces with colonels and one-star generals who are in charge of the army supply chain. Many of these officers happen to be African American, just due to the make-up of the Army. And she would normally go out for dinner with them after work. This had been happening for many years before, and it had remained completely innocent (as I said, my wife is a straight arrow).
On the third week of her returning to work, I noticed a kind of change in her behavior. She would normally WeChat me nearly every hour when she wasn't in a meeting or in the lab. Now she went a whole day without messaging me. But I thought she was just busy, so I didn't think too much about it. But then that Thursday, she came home and I could see she was preoccupied with something. Later, when we went to bed, we started to have some pillow talk. She told me that she was at dinner with Gen. Williamson, and he told her something very interesting: the real meaning of QoS was Queen of Spades! I thought "Oh my God, I'm busted!" I was afraid she would rip my head off, but she softly asked me if that was true, and if I was interested in that kind of thing. I meekly croaked out, "Yes". She smiled, and put her hand on my dick, which was rock hard. "Oh! I can see you aren't lying. Well, I think you still need to be punished for sending me out wearing those naughty masks. So you should just rest and try to think about what you've done." Needless to say, I didn't rest very well that night.
Life went on, and I thought the whole episode was over and done with. But I noticed that she seemed very busy at work, and I eventually asked about it. She reminded me of her dinner with the general, and jokingly suggested that maybe she had gone further with the QoS idea. She idly mentioned some choice details about him: how he is very tall and fit, and very powerful in his job, and that she finds him sexy. She asked me if I thought that was interesting – I didn't know what to say. She told me that I could just think about that the next time she was away at work. My stomach was doing flip-flops, and she could clearly tell the effect she was having on me. She pulled me into the bedroom, and after we ripped off our clothes she had me eat her pussy until she was satisfied. No reciprocation, and we went to bed after that. I was on tenterhooks.
Over the next few weeks, she teased me again and again, hinting that she was having an affair with Gen. Williamson. She dropped a few more details, like that he was very well endowed, being about 8 inches, and that he had a lot of stamina. One night, when we were in bed, she asked me, "Do you want to see?" I quietly nodded my head, and she pulled out her phone and showed me some snaps she took. The first few were just of his impressive member, him standing in what looked to be a hotel. She slowly flipped through them, all the while looking at my face for my reaction. Then she scrolled to the next, which was a selfie of her smiling next to his dick. My brain was melting! This is happening! She quickly said, "Oops!" and closed her phone. With a smile, she laid back and pulled my head down and ordered me to be a good boy and finish her off. I complied.
We kind of fell into a rhythm, where she would tell me suggestive stories about her exploits when she was at work. But she was always careful to not give away too much, and she kept me off balance, never knowing if this was just a fantasy or reality. Quite frankly, I didn't care, as I was getting off on the whole cuckold theme, especially with her being with a powerful black general. I didn't even mind that she didn't have sex with me except for going down on her.
Then she told me that she needed to go on a business trip. The meeting happened to be in Hawaii. I suggested that we might go together, but she declined stating that she would be very busy in meetings all day and wouldn't have much free time. While she was away, she sent me plenty of WeChat messages to show me where she was, and how nice the weather and surroundings were in Hawaii. She then sent me several selfies of her sunbathing at the pool. I flipped when I saw that she was wearing a white bikini that had the black spade with a Q in it. Actually, in four places: one over each breast, one in the front, and a big one on the behind. Some of the pictures obviously were taken with somebody else holding the camera. She looked so hot, and had a killer smile as she modeled her new swimsuit. "Are you jealous?" she messaged me. I replied, "Yes, but I guess I asked for this."
When she came back from her trip, she said we needed to talk. General Williamson had been thinking about our situation, and he wanted to prevent me from "messing around" (as she put it). So, he had ordered a chastity device that he wanted me to wear from now on. This was a pink plastic kind of device that has an integrated lock. I was a little hesitant, but my wife pushed me, "Come on, this is what you wanted. And if you don't do this, then no more pictures on WeChat." I gave in and she put the device on me. She told me, "Yeah, the general wasn't sure what size to get, but I told him to get the extra small one. And look! It fits perfectly!" She was so happy as she watched my predicament.
I noticed that now she was spending much more time down at the base. She had me install SnapChat on my phone. During her absences, she would send me snaps that increasingly left little to the imagination. Almost always the shots were blocked so that her entire face wasn't visible. For example, I got quite a few point-of-view videos of the general fucking her from behind, showing her ass up face down on the bed. I had to say that the audio was certainly her voice, and I was shocked at all the dirty talk (she was always quiet with me). It was very hot, though, and kept me on edge as I was locked up.
One weekend my wife told me that I had an appointment at a salon. This was news to me, but at this point I just followed along with whatever she told me. We arrived at the place, and the ladies there guided us back to the treatment room. After a few minutes, an older Chinese woman came in. "Hi. My name is Ping. You here for waxing, right?" My wife did the talking, and replied, "That's right. We want the full treatment. The FULL treatment, got it?" "Oh sure, that's our specialty." Ping had me strip, and she couldn't help by chuckle at my chastity. She motioned to my wife, who unlocked and removed the device. Ping then went about giving me a full body waxing. Man did it sting. She saved the crotch for last, and despite the pain, I got very hard since I hadn't come in quite a while. After the waxing was done, she turned down the lights, and put some VR glasses on my head. She asked my wife, "You got pic?" Before long a series of my wife's SnapChats started rolling through the glasses. Ping laughed as my dick started to leak from the excitement. I was optimistic for a happy ending, but first I felt something cool, like ethanol being applied and then wiped down. Then I felt a light clamping sensation, just under the head. Ping said, "Ok, that look good. Here we go." Something was moved to the clamp, and then Pop! The piercing gun had neatly placed a barbell post through my frenulum. It was so sudden that I didn't even have time to scream. But that shock did have one immediate effect: I wilted. "Aww, Mr. Happy not so happy anymore? Oh well, maybe next time be different." Ping took the VR glasses off and had me get dressed. Then my wife told me to pay her $500, and thank her for the good work.
On the way home, my wife told me that she would leave the chastity off for now, but that I must not try to masturbate or anything. The piercing had to heal, and if I didn't follow her instructions it is likely that I would get an infection. So, I was good over the next couple of months. For her part, my wife didn't tease me much with the snapchats, so the time went quickly enough. Then, she told me it was time to go back and get the piercing checked. This time Ping was much more direct with me, and the first thing was to inspect the piercing to make sure it had healed correctly. "Ya, look good! Ready for next step." She then said that I could use another waxing, and so I had to endure that pain again. As before, I got hard, and Ping exclaimed, "There is Mr. Happy! OK. You want me to rub there?" She didn't wait for the answer, and began to give me the most lovely handjob. All the while, my wife was watching in mild amusement. And it didn't take long before I was finished.
Ping cleaned me up, and then turned to my wife and asked, "You got the thing?" My wife handed her a small box, and then came over to the side of the table. She put her hand on my chest, and asked me if I was happy – I of course said yes. "That's nice," she said, "and now I bought you some very special jewelry, and Ms. Ping will put it on for you." There was some fiddling with my penis, after which Ping announced, "All done!" She had locked a metal chastity cage on me, and this was secured with the piercing. She told me, "This cage is top quality. See here, the lock has special screw that needs two special wrenches to open, one on each side." She held up two little hex keys, only they weren't simple hex keys. She turned to my wife, "Keys are special. Only pair in the world. Don't lose! Very hard to get replacement. OK. You want normal way?" My wife smiled and nodded yes. "Good. Then I keep one key, and you keep other key." Ping smiled and patted my cage, "Ha ha. All nice and safe now. Hope you like it!" Then as before, I paid her $500, and we went home.
On the drive home, my wife was all questions. "What do you think about your new jewelry? Do you think you can stand to be locked up all the time? Do you think that Gen. Williamson will be pleased?" I was still in a kind of shock. My wife let me process for a while as we drove home. Once there, she turned to me and asked, "Now, do you want to know a secret?" I replied "OK". She went on, "Well, you know all the stories about the general? I have to tell you that I made that all up. I've not been carrying on with a coworker! That would be crazy, and dangerous, and immoral."
I asked her, "What about the photos and the videos?" "They were all just things I downloaded from the Internet. There are loads of stuff like that. A few times I bothered to face-swap my picture into the scene, but most of the time I just found one that hid the girls face and I dubbed the sound. And in hindsight, you never seemed to notice. Since the stories made you so hot, I thought I would keep it going for as long as I could. But now I want you to know that I've stayed true to you, and I don't want anybody else." I have to say that felt so good to hear. My wife is the best, it is true.
I asked her, "So now what?" She said, "I think you seem to like the current arrangement, and I do too. We'll just keep going that way. You will remain securely locked, and I will send you occasional videos and pictures to tease you. Whenever I want, you will satisfy me. Every month or so, I'll take you to Ms. Ping and she will give you a wax and, if you've been good, a nice release. Maybe sometimes even more... Sound good? Oh, just one more thing. When we're alone, you call me Mistress." As I knelt down in front of her, I happily responded, "Yes, Mistress."