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Karen's Seed 1/4 [fd, male chastity]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
The following is a work of fiction that contains elements of light
Female Domination and enforced male chastity.
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Karen's Seed (Part 1 of 4)
Chapter 1
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. Karen and I have been married 15
years in June, and very happily married at that. 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 marriage 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 urgancy 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.
Karen 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 urgancy.
"Time for a little solo action, Huh", my wife'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.
"My hairdresser 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 Karen 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 quizical 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 testeroine 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.
"David, " Karen's voice came 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." Karen 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 to 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."
Karen 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 Karen 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 Karen 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 Karen'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 David
and Karen under full knowledge of both parties, and
subscribed and signed by each party.
David agrees to deed all of his seed (sperm) to Karen
such that all quantities of seed are her exclusive property
and are to be used only as she directs. Karen 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.
Karen 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, Karen and David agree to the following security
provisions:
Due to the potential conflict with job related activities,
David will be responsible for security provisions of the seed
on all working days, and while on job-related travel. This will
generally mean that David 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 Karen is not present to provide
security, David shall refrain from harvest on a continuous
basis unless directed to make a harvest by Karen.
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 David is not required to be at work, Karen
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 David or any
other party.
Due to the fact that Karen 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 Karen's, along with the date.
"What do you think?" Karen 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!!"
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