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Karen's Seed 3/4 [fd, male chastity]
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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 3 of 4)
Chapter 7
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 Karen 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
Karen'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.
"David, 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 wife'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 Karen 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.
Karen 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 Karen.
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. Karen 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
Karen 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 Karen. 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?"
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