My story begins on a dreary Saturday Morning in the Spring of the year. My wife has gone out to go to the hairdresser, leaving me with a few hours to myself. Victoria and I have been friends 25 years in February. Like all couples, our life had started out with very little money, so sex was one of our primary recreations. We had became quite creative, dabbling in a variety of diversions and perversions from one end of the sexual spectrum to the other. As our fortunes increased and our incomes rose, other interests and opportunities caused us to have less emphasis on sex, and more on the more mundane things such as work. We are both rather successful in our areas and make more than enough between the two of us to support us in a comfortable lifestyle. We had chosen early in our friendship to live child free, so we did not have the obligation of family rearing to deal with. Since my wife has became quite involved in her work, which can be rather stressful, she has not felt the urgency of regular sexual release. She has taken to going sometimes several weeks between desiring sexual pleasure. I, on the other hand, have a strong sexual desire, and I have taken to providing my own sexual relief. I am sure that she is aware that I do this, but it is something that we have never discussed. I have no desire to go out into the world and look for another partner, that sounds way two complicated. Mother Palm and her daughters will do quite nicely for me, thank you. There have been some times where I have relieved myself, and then my wife hunts me up later that day with desires of her own. I must admit, getting a little older and rounder around the belly, it takes a while to get the motor running after frigging myself earlier in the day. My wife is kind, but you can tell that she is a little disappointed. Victoria had told me that today she was going to get her hair cut, colored and have her nails done, so that would take her at least 3 hours. I knoded as if dis-interested, but inside I was musing as to what I could do with 3 hours of un-interrupted time. As soon as she had left the driveway, I had my library of Variations magazines pulled out and laid on the bed, pulled an old blue towel out of the dirty clothes, and got the jar of lubricant from the hall closet. With no need to hurry, I lubed up my rapidly firming soldier and began reading while I stroked him slowly. I had been doing a rather slow workup, and had read a couple of stories and I started to sense a familiar tingle in my lower region. My breath started to quicken as I began to massage with a little more urgency. "Time for a little solo action, Huh", my friend's voice came from the open door. "Ah, ahem, (cough), Aaaa.... Hi, what are you doing home???", I managed to croak as my heart was still stuck in my throat. "Judy was running a little late, so I told her I would come back at 1:00 o'clock. I thought we might have a little lunch," she said, eyeing my rapidly shrinking cock. "I should have known you would be busy!" "Not at all," I said, toweling off the mess of lubricant between my legs. "Why don't you get cleaned up while I make us a sandwich." she said as she left the doorway headed for the kitchen. I was in a total panic as I went into the bathroom to clean up. What did she think? What will she do? Is she mad? Her actions in the doorway didn't supply any clues, and I felt like a little kid getting caught passing a note to the cute girl at school. What is going to happen next? My heart was racing as I headed out to the dining room, where Victoria had set out some sandwiches, chips, and some cookies. I could smell fresh coffee brewing, and there was a small glass of water in front of my plate at the table. That was somewhat odd, I thought. She appeared at the door with a single cup of coffee. After some small talk, she gave me a quizzical gaze. "I was kind of hoping that I would be able to use you myself later. It looks like it was a good thing I came home when I did." "I'm really sorry." I stammered, trying not to sound stupid but knowing that I was failing miserably. "I really don't think so." she said with a stern look. " I see that we are going to have to make some changes before that surge of testesteroine running through your veins really gets you in trouble." I could sense that she was being deliberately vague, and pressing her for details wouldn't probably be a very smart thing to do right now, so I returned to my lunch. "Is there any more coffee?" I asked. "Yes," came her reply, "but I don't think it would be wise for you to drink too much." A broad grin passed across her face as she knew she had me thoroughly confused. After we finished up the meal, and I helped her with the dishes I went into the TV room and clicked on the tube. "Doug, " Victoria's voice came from the back of the house, "would you come here a minute and help me get something out of the closet?" I walked back to the bedroom and she had the closet door open and was moving around some boxes. "I need you to get that box there," she said pointing to a box marked 'Wedding Dress'." "Someone getting married?" I asked. "No, silly," came her reply, "I'm looking for something for you." There she was being vague again. She is a professional writer, and a very good one. She is very creative, quite devious, and can be really something to keep up with. I pulled the box off of the high shelf and placed it on the floor. She opened it up and started looking through the contents. She had everything that she had worn on her wedding day in that box. Her wedding dress, of course, plus her stockings, shoes, and undergarments. "Do you have to pee?" she asked, pressing her finger into my bladder. "Not really." I replied. "You better try while you still can." she said, staring back into the box. My mind was swimming as I walked into the bathroom and coaxed out a small stream. As I pulled up my pants, I looked around and saw her standing in the door holding what appeared to be a panty girdle. It was one of the lace-up kinds with heavy boning. "Take those off," she said, indicating my pants, "I have something that I would like to have you try on." "Whaaaat??" I managed to get out the question as I removed my pants. "Here, try this on for size," she said, handing me the girdle, "and you will have to hurry because I am due back at the hair dresser in fifteen minutes." "This is kind of kinky." I said as I pulled the girdle up on my masculine frame. Of course it was very tight and it took a lot of tugging to get it into place. "Here, let me help you with the lacing." Victoria kindly offered as she pulled the garment tightly across my middle. I could see her in the mirror as she laced the thing up the back, and when she got to the second eyelet from the top she tied a bow in the lacing, and then knotted the loops. My heart jumped as she pulled a small padlock from her pocket and run the shackle through the top two eyelets, and then run the loop of the lacing on the shackle before closing the lock. The click of the lock sounded like a car door slamming in my head. "Comfortable?" she inquired. "What is this?" my voice cracked when I asked the question. "Just a little something that will make sure you don't go back to hammering your meat while I am at the beauty parlor." she replied, with a stern look. "But you can't leave me like this!!!" I shot back, my voice full of panic. "I'm sure you will be OK for the next couple of hours, now I need to run." she said over her shoulder as she headed out the door. I was just standing there, my head reeling with the situation that I found myself in when her head popped back through the door. "Could you be a dear and put that box back into the closet, and for heavens sake put on your pants." she said in a rapid fire voice. "But-But...," I dribbled as I reached down to pick up my pants. "Now you be REAL good while I'm gone." she said with a voice dripping with sarcasm, and then I heard the door slam. "Damn." I muttered as I hefted the box back into the closet. Chapter 2 It didn't take me too long to determine that her simple security procedure was quite effective indeed. After a few moments of surveying the situation, I reached back and checked the lock. Of course it held firm. I recognized the lock as the one that she used on her airline carry-on bag, and I went over and over in my mind where she kept the keys. I knew that she had one on her key-ring, but there was another one somewhere. "Damn." I muttered as I remembered where the other one was. I told her that she should put it someplace safe, and she had put it in her desk at work. I tried to push the girdle down over my hips, but it was far to tight for that. The leg bands gripped my thighs like a vice, and slowly reality hit me that short of cutting the thing off, it was there until she unlocked it. As I went through a series of emotions, a rising wave of excitement grew from beneath the girdle. I looked down at the pulsing bulge and was amused with the fact that at least one part of me found this whole situation exciting. I went into the TV room and turned on the tube, but I couldn't concentrate on what was happening on the small screen. In order to take my mind off of what was happening between my legs, I decided to try to curry a little favor with my very evil wife. I did a couple of loads of washing, vacuumed the house, watered the plants, by the time she walked through the door I was using cleanser on the kitchen sink. I looked over at her and she looked radiant. "I like your hair." I said. "The hairdresser tried a little different style." she said, then she reached down and patted the bulge in my pants and said, "And how are you doing." "Safe and secure." I smiled. I figured that I may try to play this thing out. "I think we will just leave you like that. Of course you will have to let me know when you need to go to the bathroom." A smile crossed her face. "I'm OK for right now," I said. "I am certainly glad that I did not drink too much for lunch or we might have had a wreck." "Yea, I know. We need to figure out what to do about that." she shot back with mock concern. "Thanks for cleaning the place up. It is certainly amazing what you can accomplish when your not distracted." she said with a wink. "Ouch" was the only reply that I could come up with. She was obviously enjoying this little game, and I was becoming much more excited by the minute. It occurred to me that because we have so many distractions in our lives, that our sex life has been somewhat on auto-pilot. This little change brought our sex life front and center. We were still tap-dancing around trying to get ahold of our feelings, but having her in control certainly added an interesting dynamic. "I need to do a little writing, and then we need to talk." Victoria said with a serious tone. "OK, I'll spend a little time reading," I said with a smirk, "there's not much left to do anyway.--Oh SHIT!!" "What is it!" she said in alarm. "I forgot the washing!" I said. "You did WASHING too, my-my you have been busy." she said with a smile as I walked downstairs to put the clothes into the drier. Chapter 3 I could hear the sound of Victoria typing on the computer as I came back upstairs. I was starting to get a sensation in my bladder that I was going to have to go to the bathroom in a little bit, but in a strange way I did not want Victoria to take off my restraint because I was afraid that might be the end of it. I decided to wait as long as I could before asking her to unlock me. In a strange way, I was becoming extremely excited with the whole thing and I was going over in my mind how we might be able to make this a permanent part of our relationship. How would I ask? What could I say? How could I ever explain my excitement to her? She would just think I was weird and drop the subject. I sat down in my chair and picked up a book to read, but my mind was far away. My bladder became more insistent, and I walked into Victoria's office just as she was printing out the document that she had been working on. "I'm wondering if you could unlock me for just a bit so that I can take a leak?" I said, trying to leave the door open for her to lock me up again afterwards. "Give me just a second while I finish this up and then we will have a talk. With your bladder in the shape it is in, I can be sure that I will have your full attention." she said with a smile. It occurred to me that she was actually liking this whole thing, and I was wondering where it might lead to from here. "Let's go out to the kitchen table," she said, "I would like to have you look this over." She grabbed the paper, and a pen from the desk drawer and lead me into the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked sweetly. "Not right now." I said with a certain edge in my voice. My teeth were floating as it was. "I would like to have you read this over, and if you agree with it please sign it." she said, handing me the neatly printed document. "If there is something that we need to add, let me know. It will only take a few minutes to make changes." A few minutes! My bladder could bust any second. I grabbed the document and my heart leapt into my throat for the second time today as I read the contents of the agreement. Property Rights Agreement This agreement has been entered into between Doug and Victoria under full knowledge of both parties, and subscribed and signed by each party. Doug agrees to deed all of his seed (sperm) to Victoria such that all quantities of seed are her exclusive property and are to be used only as she directs. Victoria agrees that she will provide whatever seed harvesting is required, or to direct such seed harvesting, in order to maintain the production facility to it's highest level of efficiency. Victoria has established a very high value for this seed, and due to the intrinsic value of this product, she has determined the need to provide a high level of security for this product. In order to provide the required level of security, Victoria and Doug agree to the following security provisions: Due to the potential conflict with job related activities, Doug will be responsible for security provisions of the seed on all working days, and while on job-related travel. This will generally mean that Doug will refrain from any seed harvest from 7:30 AM until 6:00 P.M. on work days. During periods of job-related travel when Victoria is not present to provide security, Doug shall refrain from harvest on a continuous basis unless directed to make a harvest by Victoria. During all other times, including times between 6:00 P.M. and 7:30 AM the following morning on work days, 24 hours a day on weekends, holidays, vacations and other days during which Doug is not required to be at work, Victoria will provide all of the security. Security in this sense will mean a constant physical barrier or other method of preventing unauthorized harvesting of seed by Doug or any other party. Due to the fact that Victoria is the sole owner of the property, harvesting of seed may be performed by her, or under her direction, at any time. The bottom of the document had a place for two signatures, both his and Victoria's, along with the date. "What do you think?" Victoria asked. "I...Ah, Well... I'm stunned." I stammered, my responses clouded by my heart-pounding response to the agreement, and the increasing discomfort in my bladder. "Are there any changes that we need to make?" she asked, seemingly enjoying my discomfort. "It will work for me just as is. There are a couple of details that we will need to work out." I said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. "Here's a pen, you can sign it and put the date there on the bottom." she said, the serious tone returning to her voice. I took the pen and signed the document, and dated it where she indicated. She took back the paper, affixed her name to the bottom and looked up at me. "Are you going to need a copy, I could run up to the Copy Place...." "That won't be necessary." I said quickly, cutting her off. "I suppose you would like to borrow my key?" she grinned. "Yes, I'm about to bust." I responded truthfully. "Here, turn around." she said, bringing the key out from a chain hanging around her neck. She pulled up my shirt, removed the lock and untied the bow knot from the top of the girdle. "Come back when you are finished and I will help you get laced up again." she said while giving me a little pat on the rump, "I need to protect my property!!" Chapter 4 By the time I got the girdle off, I was about ready to wet myself. As my bladder drained, I thought about what I had just agreed too. Had I really just deeded all of my sperm over to Victoria? I wonder how long that agreement was to last? I needed to piss so bad, there were some questions I had failed to ask while I was reviewing the contract. A feeling of exhilaration came over me knowing that the agreement was binding on both sides. Did Victoria really say that she was going maintain me like some kind of sperm factory? Why was I so excited about this new development? Next came macho. Would a real man allow this to happen to him? I thought about welshing on our agreement. What was she going to do, take me to court? A blizzard of thoughts continued to bubble up, but all the while I thought about how exhilarating it was to know that I wouldn't be able to get any sexual satisfaction until my wife came home with the key. I thought about being locked up the rest of the weekend, and not knowing if she was going to choose to let me come or not. I looked down and saw my soldier standing at attention. "What's going on in there?" Victoria's voice boomed in from the other room. "Just getting everything tucked back in." I said, making the decision that my body told me was the right one. I pulled the girdle back up over my swollen shaft, and it disappeared under the heavy fabric. I laced the thing back up as best I could, and went back out to Victoria. "This is OK for right now," Victoria said, tightening up the laces and then securing the whole apparatus again with the lock, "but it is impractical for long term use." The words 'Long term use' rattled in my mind as my organ tried in vain to swell under the constricting garment. "I think that we need to go shopping!" she announced. Chapter 5 Our shopping trip ended up at one of the local Harness and Leather stores. I always liked these places, as I loved the aroma of the stacks of raw leather. There were all of the brightwork pieces, conchos, beads, and other things needed for leatherworking. I had assumed that our being there was not for the purpose of making a purse, and Victoria gave me a knowing smile. "Do you know what you will need to produce a suitable security device?" she said in a low voice. "I haven't done any leatherwork since I was in Boy Scouts," I reported, " but I think we can pick up a few items that may be of use." I glanced around and picked up some buckles, rivets and rivet sets, eyelets and an eyelet tool, a leather knife, and some belt leather in a couple of different widths. I also got some linen thread and needles, and awl, and a couple of splits of leather that I thought would be large enough to provide ample coverage. A variety of metal rings and a leather punch rounded out our order. "I will be inspecting your work very carefully when you are done," Victoria whispered. "You have no idea how valuable the thing is that we are trying to protect and I expect a formidable level of security." "It may take a couple of attempts, but I think we will be able to put something together." I said, working out a design in my head. I was working out all of the details of a chastity belt that would consist of a belt with a front shield and smaller straps running from between my legs and back up to the belt along my ass. The shield would have a place to to hold my cock pointing in a downward position, thus not allowing it to get hard. I thought that would provide a suitable level of frustration for any attempt to masturbate. When we got home, I went right to work building our device while Victoria worked up some supper. After an amount of cutting, fitting, riveting, and sewing, I had fabricated a crude device that I thought would do the trick. I went to show the fruits of my efforts to Victoria and she inspected it carefully. She eyed the details with intensity, testing the rivets for strength, checking over the sewing, and asking questions about the security arrangements of the device. The locking mechanism was simple but effective and involved placing her small padlock through the hole just on the other side of the buckle. I had carefully eyeleted all of the holes which would allow a padlock to be attached very securely. "Time for a fashion show." Victoria announced when she was satisfied with the device. Victoria helped me out of the panty girdle and watched me very carefully as I fitted on our latest creation. After some last minute adjustments, I again heard the lock click shut. My cock was firmly restrained and directed back toward my asshole, and the waist strap was snug around my waist. The whole thing seemed like it would be quite effective in doing what needed to be done. (YAWN) "I think it is about time for bed." Victoria said as she headed for the bathroom. When she appeared a few minutes later, she was wearing a very short nightie which revealed more than it covered. She slipped under the bedclothes and looked at me like a tiger would look at her prey. She still wore the key to my chastity belt around her neck, and she toyed with the key as she looked at me with an evil glint in her eye. "You know, you really turned me on this morning when I came home and caught you playing with yourself. Do you do that often?" "I used to," I said, jiggling the lock hanging from my belt, "but not any more." "How would you like to come over here and do a little 'Under Cover' work." she cooed. "If you do a real good job for me, I may unlock you tomorrow and do a little harvesting." "Tomorrow??" I whined. "Yes, tomorrow. I don't know when the last time you did yourself, and I need to make sure that the seed is fully ripe." came the matter-of-fact answer. The full weight of my situation hit me. I was disappointed by the fact that she was going to make me wait until tomorrow, but I was excited at the same time. I dimmed the lights, and dove under the covers and started kissing some of the soft skin that I found there. I started kissing her feet, then slowly, teasingly started up her legs. I would kiss, lick, and nibble her softness, as my trapped member tried to harden inside of the new device. I had done a very good job, because every attempt for him to stiffen was frustrated by the leather sheath that he was wrapped in. I had decided that I was going to make her suffer for this. If I couldn't come, I was going to take my own sweet time with her. About this time, my kissing assault had made it up to her thighs. I surfaced from under the covers and began to kiss her neck and hair. Victoria was becoming excited and her breath was coming in short gasps. I dropped the straps of her nightie off of her shoulder and exposed her beautiful breasts. I took my time laving my tongue over the soft mounds, and started to nibble on the hard little jewels on the top of those beautiful mountains. I took turns licking, sucking and tickling her breasts, and slowly my hand started to edge lower on her body. My mouth started to move higher and spent some time kissing her on the neck. The chain holding the key to my device provided something for me to examine, and I followed it around looking for the illusive little key. I found the key lying on the bed, and kissed and nuzzled it. "Never mind that," her soft voice said, "I have some lips up here that are in some serious need of kissing." And kiss them I did. I nibbled around her lips, and sank my tongue into her beautiful mouth. In the meanwhile, my hand had reached headquarters and was starting to do some exploring of the folds of her very wet sex. I continued to tease her with my kisses and caresses, as she continued to become more and more aroused by my ministrations. "I know what you are doing." she said, breathlessly. "What do you mean?" I replied coyly. "You are just teasing me, but if you don't get to work pretty soon, I may just stick this key in the mail and we won't see it again till the end of the week." Her words caused a panic in the middle of my body. Man, did she ever know how to make a threat! I used my hands to lower her panties, and started to traverse her body with my mouth, this time in a downward direction. As I reached the center of her body, I adjusted myself so that I could maximize her pleasure. Still worried about her earlier threat, I used all of my best techniques and soon had her writhing with pleasure. A very intense orgasm washed over like a wave crashing in on the beach. After she had settled down a little bit, I gave her a light kiss on the forehead and she looked at me and smiled brightly. "You are just incredible!" she whispered, and then rolled over and went to sleep, clutching the key to my pleasure in the palm of her hand. "Shit," I said under my breath, "what a day!" Chapter 6 Sleep came slowly as I reviewed the events of the day. The tightness around my waist was a continuous reminder of my predicament, and caused an almost constant attempt at arousal. The tireless watchman of my stem continued it's grip and prevented the happening of an erection. A curious pumping sensation resulted in the constant tug-of-war between my cock and the new device. I did not find the arrangement painful, in fact the area soon become somewhat numb and sleep followed shortly thereafter. Dreams of Victoria dressed in Black Leather, holding a riding crop and staring down at her bound captive filled me. I woke up to the a much more intense throbbing beneath the front shield of the belt. A quick trip to the bathroom soothed the problem. I had carefully designed the device to not interfere with normal body functions. Other than the fact that I had to sit and to pee like a woman, everything seemed to be working fine. I returned to bed and slipped my body between the sheets. "Everything OK?" Victoria inquired. "Oh, Yea, everything is fine. I'm just getting a little tense is all." I said with a sigh. "That's good! It should make for a fine harvest!" she chuckled and went back to sleep. I awoke early, got dressed and went out to start a nice Sunday breakfast. I was feeling quite loving and wanted to make Victoria something special. I freshly ground some French Vanilla beans and shortly the fragrance of fresh coffee filled the kitchen. I prowled around in the refrigerator and pulled out some eggs, and found some other fresh ingredients. "Omelets- that sounds good." I said to myself as I continued to rattle around in the kitchen. As I poured out some OJ, I spied some champagne in the back of the refrigerator. "Mimosas, that would slide down real nice." I thought as I added a little of the bubbly to each of the glasses of orange juice. About that time Victoria appeared at the doorway. "Hi there, glad you could make it." I said, firing the salvo shot of the day. "You were making enough noise to wake the dead," she glared at the growing mess in the kitchen, "what ARE you doing." "I thought I would make a nice breakfast," was my retort, "I think I have enough for two." "I thought maybe that you were cooking for the whole neighborhood." she spoke as her eyes surveyed the preparations, "Need any help?" "I think everything is about ready," I gleefully observed, "let's eat in the Dining room." We carried the feast into the Dining room, and engaged in small talk as we looked over the Sunday paper. "What do you have to do today?" I asked Victoria as she finished up her breakfast. "I need to go into work for a couple of hours." came her reply. "Oh..." my voice trailed off. "I suppose it will be safe for me to leave you home alone." she queried. "Yes indeed, quite safe." I truthfully replied. "I think that I should check the effected areas for any chafing." she said, giving me an evil look, "But first let me help you clean up from breakfast" After a short while we had the dishes cleaned up and started the dishwasher running. "Come with me, big fellow." her eyes sparkled as she spoke, "I need to check for any damage." She escorted me into the bedroom after grabbing a couple of items out of the medicine cabinet. She produced her key, inserted it into the lock and freed my suffering member. After taking off the belt, she inspected the area carefully, causing a huge erection to spring from my midsection. "I think I see a little redness here." she reported, "We will need a little first aid." She opened a bottle of baby lotion and started rubbing it on my throbbing unit. "If you don't stop that, we are going to have an accident." I croaked. "We had better not have an accident," her voice came full of venom, "You are not ready to harvest yet!" She shifted her attention to my hairy little sack of jewels. "There is a little chafing here also." she announced, rubbing the effected area with the heavy fluid. "You know, it would be a lot easier for me to inspect the facility if you kept better care of it." her words were velvety smooth. "The next time you shower, we need to take care of some of this vegetation." "What do you mean!!" my voice betrayed my excitement. "Shave." she said simply. "OK, all done, suit up." "There is no way," I whined, "I'm hard as a rock. I will never get that monster into my device." "I see what you mean, but I need to get dressed and I don't have time to wait for you to shrink." she said, pulling on her chin. She grabbed some stockings from her drawer. "Hands above your head." she ordered, expertly tying my hands to the headboard. "Now think small while I go get dressed." "Yea- right." I muttered as I struggled in vain against the clever restraint. "Damn, you're amazing!" It seemed like an eternity when she returned fully dressed, makeup on and hair brushed. I had managed to get the big guy to shrink, and he lay limp against my leg. "Good, I won't have to use these." she said, displaying a pan of water with ice cubes floating on the top, and a rag. "Thank goodness." I sighed with relief. She quickly inserted the now flexible lump of flesh back into it's holster, and tightened the belt around my waist. The lock clicked shut and I shot an inquisitive look at her. "I suppose you want me to untie you?" she said in mock disbelief. "If you wouldn't mind." I said sweetly. "Only if you say please." she taunted. "If you please untie me, I will give you a big kiss." I said, trying to enrich the deal. "Certainly, that's the best offer I have had all day." she cooed as she worked the knots out of the soft material. True to my word, I gave her a big kiss, and started to explore her supple body when she twisted out of my grasp. "Whoa pardner," she said as she slipped away " I don't have time to get into a clutch with you right now, maybe later." "Maybe I won't be able to wait until later." I threatened. "Oh, I don't see where you have too much choice," she parried, "See you in a little bit." As the door slammed behind her, my hand shot to my waist and shook the lock. "Damn, damn, DAMN." I spent the day doing some reading, watched some news programs on TV, and spent a lot of time thinking about my loins. I was really enjoying the bondage angle of this arrangement, even though it occurred to me that I could free myself from the device with a slice of a knife. I was willing to play along with this new development and explore this new frontier of sexuality. I had dozed off in the chair when Victoria called. "Hi, bunny, what's up?" I asked. "I wanted to.. to let you know ...that I... um...I got bogged down here for a while." She seemed to feeding me the bad news slowly. "How long do you think you will be?" my voice rang with concern. "Oh, we are waiting for a proof to come in. It will be arriving at the airport at 1:00 o'clock, and the couriers will be bringing it right over. We need to look at it right away because it goes on the press tomorrow." her explanation dragged on. "I am going to go out to lunch with Brenda, and we will come back and proof the film so we can get it to the printer." This was far more detail than I wanted to hear. "Are you going to be OK?" she asked with genuine concern. "I just miss you is all." I said with my best hurt puppy voice. "I know, I will be home as quick as I can. Be good." she mocked. "Yea, OK," I said, "Love you a bunch." "I love you too, but I gotta run, bye..." she said, her voice being replaced by the dial tone. I started surfing the channels and got involved in a couple of movies, made a little dinner, and generally relaxed when I heard Victoria's car in the driveway. I went to the doorway and helped her with her coat. "I really missed you." I said in a whimper, trying to heap on a little guilt. "I know, but you don't look any worse off." she saw right through my little performance. "Everything still safe?" she questioned as she patted the front of my pants. "The barn door's closed and locked." I reported. "Not that I don't believe you..." she said sliding my zipper down and checking the lock, "but I know you can be somewhat untrustworthy. I wouldn't want anything happening to my property." "Never!!" I exclaimed. "I expect a command performance tonight and you better be up to it." she said, as I hung her coat up in the closet. I cannot ever remember her talking to me like that during the last 10 years of our marriage. This chastity thing was working both ways. Me, I am always thinking about sex, but she was usually much more reserved. Her talking about having sexual expectations for me was a whole new avenue for us. The rest of the day was pretty much routine, dinner, TV and heading to bed at the appointed hour. "Doug, I was wondering, I had to do quite a bit of walking today andmy feet are really sore." she confided. "I would be happy to rub them for you!" I hastily offered. "That would be great, that's always so relaxing." she sighed. "Let me get some oil and I will fix you right up." I said nearly running to the medicine closet. It usually is a giant turn on for me to rub my friend's feet. She keeps them in very good condition, everything neatly trimmed and filed in order to keep from putting runs in her hose. As she relaxed on the bed, I placed a towel over my lap and began to rub baby oil on her feet and ankles. "How does that feel?" I asked. "Just wonderful!!" she responded in a dreamy voice. "I'll give you a week to stop that." I continued to rub her feet, every once in a while reaching down to kiss and lick them. She is not too much into foot worship, but I can usually get away with a little bit of nibbling before she puts a stop to it. "Why don't you lay down and let me do something for you." her voice sounding as smooth as silk. I laid on my back and she began to kiss and nibble on my neck, and then headed down to my nipples. "Boy, those came to life in a hurry!" she exclaimed. My nipples were firm and hard, and I was starting to become very excited. She continued to nibble on my nipples then her kissing attack slowly drifted South. I heard the click of the key in the lock, and felt the waistband of my device loosen, followed shortly by the sensation of the sheath being removed from my organ. "Lay back and close your eyes." she ordered, as I felt an unusual sensation of friction against my growing member. I opened my eyes to sneak a peak, and she was stroking my rigid shaft with her oily feet. "Eyes closed or I stop." she announced, stopping the motion instantly. I closed my eyes tightly, and once again I felt the incredible sensation against my hardness. "Let's pop into the bathroom and get this freshened up," she said "I got it all messy." She griped my slipery member tightly as she left the bed. I has no choice but to follow her into the bathroom. She ran the sink full of warm water, and proceeded to soap up a rag. She very seductively washed the whole region down there, and while she had my rod good and soapy, gave me a dozen or so full strokes with her hand. My knees were starting to get weak and I started to get really fired up when she washed off every trace of soap, and dried the thing very carefully. "There, nice and tidy." she reported as she sank to her knees and began to lick the end of my now pristine cock. "Boy, does that taste good." "That really FEELS good too." I blurted out. She began to slowly envelop my hardon in her warm mouth, while fondling my balls with a free hand. I was about to bust loose when she firmly grasped the root of my cock, bringing me back from the edge. I felt her sink to the floor, and I laid down on top of her. She was so wet that I entered her almost effortlessly, and I began to slowly move in and out, until I could sense that she was getting close herself. We kissed each other deeply as we simultaneously increased the tempo until we both shared a bone crushing orgasm that seemed to last forever. "That is one HELL of a precious commodity!" she shrieked as we both came down to earth. We both laid there in a puddle of sweat and sex until we regained consciousness. We gave each other a quick once-over with the warm washcloth and then fell into a single heap of spent flesh in the middle of the bed. Chapter 8 I awoke still clutching Victoria in my arms. I woke her with light kisses on her cheeks and forehead, and finally lightly kissing her full on the lips. "That's nice," she mumbled, "but I am going to HAVE to get up." I hugged her tightly before allowing her to leave my side. "Did you sleep well?" she inquired. "Oh, yes- yes indeed." I replied. "So did I." she added, "My feet are nice and soft, but my back is killing me!" "Well, come the think of it," I admitted, "my knees are a little sore. I wonder how that happened?" "I won't tell if you don't" she agreed. "I need to take a shower and get ready for work." she announced. "Would you like some company?" I offered. "NO!!!- much too distracting." she said with a degree of panic in her voice, "Why don't you go start some coffee?" "OK- I can tell when I'm not wanted." I groaned heading toward the kitchen. We spoke very little over breakfast, but our glances and smiles spoke volumes to one another. After eating a light breakfast, I headed in to take my shower while she applied her make-up. We met up with one another while getting dressed. "Do you remember what you are supposed to do as soon as you come home?" her question came out of nowhere. "Ah- well- I think so." I replied. "Just remember, everything needs to be fully protected by the time 6:00 o'clock rolls around." she stated flatly. "I may have to work a little late so I'm counting on you." "I think after last night that I am pretty safe, but a deal is a deal." I agreed. "I will need to give you a couple of days to rest up, and then we will see about working up to another harvest," she reported. "I have been doing some research on this particular seed variety, and I have a couple of things that I want to try in order to boost production." "Give it your best shot." I offered with a hint of reservation in my voice. My day went along pretty much as normal, with the exception of the big grin that I carried around on my face. Nobody asked me the embarrassing question, "Why are you smiling, did you get a little last night?", but I know that everyone thought it. As the end of the day rolled around, I couldn't help thinking about the duty that lie ahead of me. I was having one of those flip-flop discussions in my head about why the notion of going home and strapping myself into the chastity belt appealed to me. It wasn't necessarily comfortable, and it was a true adjustment in my sexual freedom, but every time I thought about hearing the lock snap shut, I got excited. I guess it was a true gift of love, or at least that was the only excuse that I could make for it. When I arrived home, I immediately went to the closet and brought out the device. I seemed to be drawn to it, and I slipped my stem into the circle of leather which would be it's home until my wife said otherwise. As I ran the free end of the waist strap through the buckle and adjusted the tightness, there came the moment of truth. I saw myself threading the shackle of the lock through the eyelet, took a deep breath, and pressed the lock together. The quiet click reverberated in my head as I felt a rush of emotion pulse up in my groin. "Well, I hope you're happy." I said aloud to no one in particular, all the time knowing that I was very happy indeed. Victoria came home as I was still examining myself in the mirror. "Excellent!!" she praised, "But I need to make a security check." She inspected the lock, and checked the waist belt for tightness. "Everything looks OK." she announced, "That should protect the goods from poachers." "You can poach me anytime." I offered. "No, I'm sure you need to rest up." she rebuffed, a slight smile coming across her face. Our evening consisted of a light supper, and some cuddling in front of the TV, enjoying one another's closeness. As bed time rolled around, we took turns in the bathroom. She was already snuggled down in the covers when I came finished in the bathroom and came to bed. As I slipped between the sheets, she whispered "I sure enjoyed myself last night, but tonight was kind of special too." "Thanks, same here." I said, kissing her lightly on the cheek. As I rolled over to go to sleep, I felt her run her hand between my back and the waist strap of my device, testing it's tension. We both drifted off to sleep. Chapter 9 The next couple of days were a mixture of pleasure and torment as I adjusted to the agreement that I had made with Victoria. I obediently returned from work every evening, and strapped myself into my belt, feeling the sensation of tension and excitement as the lock snapped closed. Victoria would carefully check the the device each evening, and would release me the next morning with the key that hung around her neck. By mid-week I found myself becoming much more excited about the prospect of a harvest, but Victoria did not give any indication as to just when that might happen. By the time Thursday evening rolled around, I was starting to get just a little bit tense. I started to dog her around, hugging and kissing her and trying to get her in the mood for play. "I'm a little tired this evening, but I can see you are starting to get a little frisky," she said as we prepared for bed. My heart leaped as she took the key from around her neck, but then she did something unexpected. She placed both her hands behind her back, hiding the key in one of them, and then brought her clenched hands around in front of me. "Your choice!" she announced. I carefully examined both hands, but there was nothing to indicate which hand contained the key. I was finally forced to blindly choose. "Aw, too bad," she mocked as she presented me with the empty hand. She then opened up the other hand and replaced the key around her neck. "Now that's what I call bum luck." "You are just wicked," I hissed. "Me???" she said with disbelief, "Wicked???" "Yes, Wicked!!" I emphasized the word wicked, while my shaft tried in vain to erect inside the leather sheath. "You have yet to see wicked!" she warned, "Now to bed with you." As I settled into bed, I leaned over and kissed her tenderly. "I like my women wicked." I confided, and drifted off to sleep. Chapter 10 As I came home from work Friday evening, I started to get excited about the prospect of spending the weekend with Victoria. I dutifully secured myself in the device, but the desire to stroke myself was becoming increasingly more intense. I quickly closed the lock before yielding to the temptation. As usual, after arriving home my wife would carefully check the security arrangements. "I thought we would go out for a nice dinner," my wife said, "What do you think?" "Fine with me." I replied. "Let me change my clothes and we will leave." she said, taking off her blouse. As she removed her blouse, I noticed that the key that was usually hanging around her neck was missing. "I hope you didn't loose the key." I stated with alarm. "Not to worry," she assured, "it is quite safe." We dressed quickly and headed for the restaurant. We had a nice dinner and a little wine and exchanged tales of our day at work. I did sense a little extra excitement not knowing where the key to my belt was, along with a fairly high level of excitement that was present anyway. We returned home late and headed toward the bedroom to get ready for bed. My mind was running through all of the possible games that she could play, when she entered the bedroom and went straight to bed. "Could you click out the light when you come to bed?" she asked with a yawn. "Ahhh, have you given any thought to a little recreation?" I asked sheepishly. "Not much at all, but if you would like to help me out, I would appreciate it." she said, rolling onto her back. "What about me?" I whined. "Not too much we are going to do for you." she announced to my horror, "you see, I left the key in my desk at work." "How careless!" I announced indignantly. "Not careless at all," she glanced at me with a stern look, "just wicked, and you said that you liked it when I was wicked." My cock was surging against it's restraint as a feeling of torment washed over me. After a moment, I burst out laughing. "Yes, I love it when you're wicked." I said as I smothered her with kisses. She studied me carefully, "Now, what about that recreation you mentioned?" Chapter 11 Saturday was a day of mixed emotions. I woke up with my beast still inside it's leather cage and snarling to get out. Victoria slept late, and awoke refreshed. I, on the other hand, was somewhat of a basket case. It seemed that my wife was deliberately attempting to be alluring. Her motions seemed deliberately sexy and bold. She would casually brush her breasts up against my body and then excuse herself with a wink. On one occasion I spoke to her in a menacing tone. "It's probably a good deal that I am all trussed up like this or I would come over there and really rattle your bones!" "I know, and it is certainly nice to know that I have this level of protection from you. I could do this..." as she reached over and grabbed my ass, "or this..." moving her hand under my shirt and pinching my nipples, "and there is nothing you can do about it." "I could give you a good spanking for being so mean." I warned. "Key, Hmmmm, I wonder what I did with that key." she mused, "The spanking idea is a good one, though, but I wonder who it is that will get spanked?" I could see myself seriously out gunned, and left it at that. Victoria continued to slink around and torment me, and all I could do was to take it. "I think I will take a quick shower, why don't you just relax," she offered, "you look kind of tense." "Thanks, that's a good idea." I agreed. "Let me know if you need someone to wash your back." My wife disappeared into the bathroom, and in a little while I heard the water running. After several minutes of her splashing around, I heard her call out to me. "Yes, dear." I said as I stuck my head into the foggy bathroom. "I'm ready to have my back washed." she announced. I lathered up the rag and gave her a good scrubbing on her back, and then spent some time lathering up some of her other parts also. "Kind of getting mixed up on your directions there, aren't you Bud." she said. "Just scrubbing up all of the grubby bits." I said while working over her breasts with my soapy hands. "Ahhhhhh, ENOUGH!!" she yelled, "OUT!!!" The shower began to run again as she rinsed off the copious amounts of soap still clinging to her body. As I left, I considered removing the big bath towels and leaving her just a couple of small hand towels to dry off with, but I dismissed the thought as too dangerous. She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in one towel, and with another wrapped around her head, and walked into the bedroom to get dressed. When she stepped out of the bedroom, she had on a seductive culotte outfit on with a see-through blouse and sheer tan hose. She disappeared back into the bathroom and I could hear the hair-drier running, and then the sounds of her singing as she applied her makeup. When she walked out of the bathroom, she was drop-dead stunning. "I thought I would dress up for you a little bit," she explained. "You look great," I exclaimed, "What's this?" Through the sheerness of her blouse, I could see the outline of her necklace and the key. "Oh, silly me, I forgot that I had dropped it in my purse before I came home yesterday." she explained, "I remembered it while I was in the shower." "The word 'Wicked' just doesn't do you justice." I said, planting a big kiss on her lips. While we kissed, I sensed the fragrance of her perfume and felt her yield to me in my arms. The next thing that we knew, we were dropping down onto the bed. As she slipped out of her culottes, I noticed that she was not wearing any panties with her hose. She rolled me onto my back, and I arched my back allowing her to remove my pants. She then leaned down and unfastened the lock on my device, removing it with a smooth motion. My cock immediately jumped to life as she stroked it lightly. "I notice that it is a little smoother now," she whispered, "nice job with the shaving." "Thank you." was the only thing I could think of to say. "I have made some modifications to these hose that I think you might like." she announced, mounting my smooth shaft. She had cut the crotch of her hose out, and she settled down on me with her warm moistness. "You just settle back there and relax for a little bit and let me play." she cooed. She began to slide up and down on my rigid stem, varying the tempo to keep me from coming too fast. I looked up at her, fully dressed, makeup on, the softness of her panty-hose straddling my body and felt a volcano begin to erupt in my lower body. She must have sensed my excitement as she slowed her rhythm but at the same time she began to toy with and tug on my nipples. My excitement built slowly and when I thought I could stand it no longer she quickened the pace and drove me over the edge of ecstasy. As I growled and moaned, I could feel the contractions of my friend's pussy gobbling up my massive erection. Her juices turned into a flood as I pumped load after load of cum into her warmth. The noise of our excitement became a symphony leading to a powerful crescendo of sound. After we were both totally spent, Victoria removed herself from my rapidly softening unit and laid on the bed beside me. "What do you think?" she said breathlessly. "Seed production is way up." I answered truthfully. We both napped for a short while, and then spent a fairly normal afternoon and evening. Toward bedtime, I ran into the bedroom, slipped between the sheets and stared at her like a cat looking at a canary. "Aren't you forgetting something." she questioned. "Like....?" I responded. "Are you wearing your belt?" her voice taking a stern tone. "I...I...I thought..." I stammered. "There you go thinking again. I am in charge of security and you are a large security risk right now." she announced. "You just never know what might happen overnight, so you better get suited up." I went to the closet and returned with my device. "Before you do that, I need to take some measurements." she said, "Wait here for just a minute." She returned with a cloth measuring and had me stand with my feet spread apart and my hands on top of my head. She took several measurements, chest, waist, hips, arms, legs and finally several of my genital region. As she made the measurements, she recorded them on a sheet of paper. When she was finished, she said "All finished, now you can get dressed for bed." As requested, I donned my chastity belt, tightened the strap and fastened the lock. She inspected everything and we went to bed. "What were all of the measurements for?" I asked as I turned out the light. "Well, you have a birthday coming up, and I was thinking of getting you something special." she replied. "What would that be?" I queried. "Never mind." she mocked, "It's a surprise." I didn't doubt that for one minute. Chapter 12 Our life became somewhat routine, or as routine as it gets for a person who comes home every evening and straps on his chastity belt. Victoria would continually tease and taunt me while I was secured in my device, and usually once a week she would release me and we would have glorious sex. I found her becoming much more attentive to my desires, and on a couple of occasions she would release me and give me a delicious blow job before fastening me up again. Whereas before I would sometimes be only a mediocre performer, she was always assured that we would have great sex as long as she was able to provide the regulation. On only one occasion did I sneak a hand-job in. Victoria had unlocked me so that I could take a shower and get ready for work. Since our home-made device was made of leather, I would not hold up too well getting wet. On the previous night, she had taken off her panties, had me place my head under her skirt and lick her to a delirious orgasm while she watched TV. While I thought about this scene during my shower, I began to rub myself and before I knew what happened I exploded all over the shower door. I was hoping that I wouldn't get caught, but that evening she could sense in my reaction that all was not right, and questioned me about it. "You did what..." she screamed, "That is my property and you washed it down the sewer!!" "I...I'm sorry." I mumbled, "I'll try to do better." "You simply cannot be trusted." she stated flatly. She dropped the subject, but I noticed that I was no longer allowed to take a shower unattended. It was still a couple of weeks to my birthday, but I was starting to get excited about this special present that she was getting me. I had also tried to be extra careful about displeasing Victoria. My birthday fell on a Saturday, and Victoria had a cake and ice cream for me along with several brightly wrapped presents. After opening presents consisting of silk boxers, a tie and matching suspenders, some after-shave, etc. she brought out a larger box which she said contained my special present. "I hope it fits." she said as I tore off the wrapping. My heart stopped as I opened the box and removed the packing material. Inside I found a shiny stainless steel chastity belt. As I removed the device from the box, I looked it over very carefully. First of all, it was heavy, and the locking mechanisms looked very serious indeed. Although made of stainless steel, everything which was in contact with the skin was lined with neoprene. Functionally, it was very similar to the device that I was currently wearing in that my organ was held in a sheath, a metal one this time, and directed down and back between my legs. The calls to nature could be accommodated with the exception that everything would become a sit-down job. "Let's have you try it on and see how it fits." she giggled. After a period of familiarizing ourselves with the object, we had it in place and fully secured. "The people who make these say that they are escape and tamper proof." she announced as she replaced the key hanging around her neck with the new one. "Another feature of this model is that it can be worn in the bath and shower, so we won't have any more of those unfortunate incidents." The new, and much more serious device took some getting used to, and Victoria allowed me to alternate between the two for the next few days. She still allowed me to remove the device during the day when I went to work. The level of security was frieghtning. With the leather device, I knew that I could easily remove it with a pair of scissors. With the stainless steel model, I think it would require a full machine shop to get me out without the key. After a couple of weeks of getting used to the new security provision, I asked her if I could wear it all day at work to see if it would get in the way. "That might be a useful experiment." she agreed. When I came home, I was able to report to Victoria that my new chastity device did not present any problem at work today, "...with the exception of the fact that I thought about you all day." "That's good," she said, "because the boss has asked me to fly out to the West Coast office to help out for the next couple of weeks." she smiled " You had better get used to having it on."