Gretchen smiled as she moved her long nails across my purplish,
throbbing shaft.

 

 She looked so cute...A pale beauty with short,
slightly spiky hair.

 

Gretchen is a little on the chubby side, but in a
sexy T&A kind of a way.

 

She was wearing a tight top and snug
courdoroys as she leaned across the bed toying with my tortured Willy.

"What's wrong, Miles? Having a bad time?" Gretch asked me bemusedly,
as she stroked my quivering shaft with a sharp thumbnail.

 

"I guess
you're having a hard time with the 103 days so far?" Gretchen smiled
at me evilly.

Two and a half years ago when we'd started playing dominance games,
I'd confessed to Gretchen my desire to be put into chastity, and
to "earn" my orgasms.

 

"How do you mean?" Gretchen had asked at the
time.

 

 She'd already begun to enjoy the whole aspect of all the oral
sex on her side, and my increased participation in the heavy
housecleaning.

 

"Well, it's such a thrill making love to you." I had told her. "I
really think that your sexual favors should be earned by me."
Gretchen had laughed at the time.

 

"Well, I already cut you off when
I'm on the rag, or when you stay out too late with those idiots
watching MSNBC."

 

This was true, Gretchen would most certainly cut me
off even before we were married, just tell me no sex, because she was
mad, and make me do all sorts of chores and favors to get her in the
mood.

 

This really had thrilled me, though her previous boyfriend, who
had been a friend of mine, had told me many times that Gretchen was
a "ballbreaker"

 

When Gary had broken up with Gretchen, he'd warned
me. "No, I don't mind if you date her, man, but she's really high
maintenance."

Why had that excited me? The idea of trying to please this imperious
princess had been just possessing to me.

 

 I'd immediately begun to
prove to her that I was no insensitive Gary type, that I was
primarily focused on making Gretchen pleased.

 

We never switched the
check or any of that nonsense, I always picked it up.

 

After we'd married, it had been so gradual how we'd moved into a state of Gretchen being my dominant.

 

 I was an investment banker and brought home most of the bacon, and Gretchen did a little film-making.

 

It was her career, but truly much more of a hobby.

 

 Theoretically, Gretch was supposed to look after the house, and make things comfortable and relaxing for me, and I was glad to subsidize her projects.

 

But it had seemed from the start that whenever I got in at night, the house was a bit of a mess... Gretchen was quite often sitting in front of the TV.

 

"Oh hey babe." she'd say as I dragged in from a long day.

 

 "Didn't get too much done, but there's some kinda TV dinner thingie in the kitchen, you know I can't cook."

 

 And I could never get upset with her, and often I'd take off my jacket, put on an apron, and make us a good meal,as my mother had taught me to cook quite well. 

 

 Then I'd try to pick up her discarded deli wrappers and stray shoes, and sweep the carpet a bit.

 

 "Your ass looks so cute when you're sweeping, honey" Gretchen would say with a laugh.

 

I'd often make her a special dessert, and spend excessive time rubbing Gretchen's feet, hoping to get lucky at bedtime, and sometimes I did--

 

Gretchen was a great lover, and she had a tight vagina! But more often than not, she was tired from whatever she'd been doing.

 

 I'd warm her up with a little cunt-lapping, and then a little more.

 

"God you're so good, Miles!" Gretch would say, gasping. "Can I come up now, and stick it in?" I'd ask hopefully. "No, just a little more, please."

 

Gretchen would push my head further into her hot pussy, and I would lick her til  she was exhausted.

 

"I'm way too tired now for screwing, babe, I'm sorry." Gretchen would kiss me good night, and tickle my cock a little.

 

 "It's this damn project I'm on."

 

And there I'd be lying next to her beautiful body, my cock bouncing like a metronome.

 

Then I'd try not to bother her...though I wanted to touch her milky full buttocks, or if she was lying with her face to me, her full breasts.

 

But Gretchen got very annoyed with me if I disturbed her sleep. What a curse it would be, rolling around on the bed, my cock stiff and painful!

 

At first we still made love three times a week, with me eating her out about six times.

 

Once in a while I got a blowjob from Gretchen, which she was quite good at.

 

 But then it cut down to once or twice a week, and Gretchen was amused, and then irritated by my sulkiness when I'd ask her, pleadingly, why she only wanted cunnilinguis.

 

One afternoon, I'd been scrubbing the bathroom floor, and imploring Gretchen "C'mon dear, don't you think I want to make love, too?" Gretchen had laughed.

 

At the time she was wearing a halter and shorts, and I was working in only a long-underwear bottom.

 

"I get such a kick out of it when you roll around and moan on the bed, and then when you go to the bathroom and jerk yourself off."

 

 Gretchen had made an imitation of my light pants,and "a--ahhh", which was an exaggeration of my orgasm.

 

"It's just so funny, Miles. You're like a fourteen year old, still."

 

"And there's nothing, NOTHING funnier than a man who's pouting because he can't get any."

 

Gretchen laughed. "You just strut around looking miserable like you're going to have a tantrum, and I'm just fascinated by that.

 

I was telling some of the guys on the film site about it, they thought it was hilarious."

 

 My face had burned as I continued the scrubbing.

 

 All the guys Gretchen worked on her film projects with were tall athletic types, and I was a short little banker.

 

Several of them were ex-lovers of my beautiful wife, and then there were the "guys" who were beautiful girls who worked with Gretchen.

 

Some were actresses, some film strippers, and it was so humiliating that she'd tell them that!

 

"Can't you keep our private problems in the house?" I'd asked.

 

"What problems, Miles?" asked Gretchen implacably. "I'm not having any problems."

 

And neither was I after I began to come to terms with my desire for servitude.

 

 The problem was, I thought I just wanted it to be a weekend thing--and Gretchen was very good at that.

 

WHACK WHACK THWACK! "Ohhh!" I moaned after one of my early whippings.

 

 Gretch had tied me over the arm of the sofa with my pants and shorts  huddling about my ankles, and she'd exercised a bamboo cane she'd picked up at a flea market.

 

"What're you whining about, Miles?" Gretch had asked cheerily. "This is your dream!"

 

WHACK WHACK SWAT! "You wouldn't believe how your butt looks now, hon. You've got all these purple marks all over your right cheek."

 

I'd turned with tear filled eyes to look at Gretchen in a snug striped turtleneck, slapping the cane in her hand. WHACK WHACK! I'd burst into tears.

 

Gretchen had looked concerned and pulled me off the couch and began stroking my bottom.

 

Then she turned me around, pushing my scorched butt against the sofa, and she began to pull on my cock, which had lengthened.

 

 "You want this, right, Miles?" Gretchen had breathed in my ear. "God forbid I do the wrong thing by you."

 

I was biting my lip, trying not to sob further. "N-no Miss Gretchen..it's what I need!" Gretchen had laughed.

 

"Miss Gretchen, huh?" She'd stuck a wet tongue in my ear and began toying with my cock all the more.

 

 My hands were tied, of course, to keep from jumping away when I'd gotten the caning, and now all I could do was writhe as she'd stroked my bulging cock.

 

 

Gretchen had pulled and stroked my cock until I began feeling the familiar pulsating at the base of my tortured penis, the pull of the cum, which was now rising.

 

 It had been several weeks since I’d had sex with Gretchen, and I at that time was not a masturbator, having given that up after college.

 

Gretchen had at this point become quite used to my oral ministrations, and depended on these for her release.

 

And she had learned to make me go through all sorts of measures to “Get me in the mood” to actually  be allowed to stick my dick in her.

Gretchen’s soft, beautiful fingers were now playing a lullabye on my long-denied cock.

 

And her other hand was squeezing and pinching my bare bottom, welted as it was from the bamboo cane.

 

I was rather worried that our housemate might come home and wonder about...

 

Why my fully dressed, sexy wife was standing, and stroking her hubby’s cock while his pants and undies were down on his Hush Puppies.

 

God, Gretchen’s fingers were incredibly skilled. “Having fun, baby?”

 

Gretch’s voice tinkled, and now she was kissing my ear, her tongue exploring my sweating neck.

 

 I gasped and my stolid erection began drooling excessive precum.

 

 I was getting closer to release. Oh, to cum in her hand. I wanted it so badly!

 

My cock quivered as Gretch’s long, purple nails had tickled the vein crawling across the shaft.

 

“It’s such a thick, burgundy vein, honey” Gretchen whispered.

 

“It almost matches the shade of my nails, but not quite….but I’ll make the vein purple in time.”

 

Oh, God, that voice. The way she could turn me into jelly! What kind of a monster was I creating?

 

As Gretchen’s forefinger moved back and forth across the vein, her thumb tormented my frenum, and my balls felt leaden with backed up spooge of several weeks!

  

“Are you excited, hon?” Gretch had asked me. “Do you like this?” God, I was hotter than any sex experience previously…and I’d once been with a Playboy Bunny!

 

This was better than any blowjob, any time a girl had let me take her from behind…

 

I’d just had my ass blistered, and now I didn’t know if I was going to be allowed to cum!  Unbelievable!

 

Gretchen stopped for a moment. “I think you need to service me a little, baby.

 

 You’re having all the fun.” Gretchen had then pushed me to my knees and pulled up her white miniskirt.

 

 No panties! I’d gotten between her legs.

 

“Gretch, undo my cuffs.” I mumbled. “ I need my hands to pleasure you.”

 

Gretchen laughed. “No you don’t, just lick away. If I don’t like it, no more playing with Mr. Willy” she’d said.

 

On my bare knees, scraping the hardwood floor, I’d licked away until Gretchen had experienced two shuddering orgasms…

 

It had taken about forty-five minutes...

 

 Finally she’d dropped her skirt down and helped me up again, and resumed her operations on my sweating, painful organ. 

 

I began getting close to orgasm yet again—“Your legs are shaking, honey…I think you’re ready to have a wet one, eh?”

 

 Gretchen laughed as she tongued my neck some more.

 

“I bet you believe you deserve it, because you’ve made me feel so good, eh?” I moaned, and my legs shook more and more.

 

“Well, I hope you liked your –oh-orgasms, Miss Gretchen.” I had said tactfully.

 

 Gretchen had laughed deep in her throat…and all of a sudden I felt very close. It was coming fast.

 

Damn! Gretchen now was slowing her masturbation a bit, and the semen receded back to my balls.

 

I relaxed, biting my lip and my cock drooped a bit, and Gretch began stroking faster again, pulling the frenulum.

 

 Watching Gretchen’s lovely nails as they played across my cock, I had begun getting more and more  excited.

 

Slam! The door to the kitchen opened and shut. My worst fears were realized.

 

It was Tom, our handsome housemate.

 

“Tell him you’re busy in here, honey.” I whispered to Gretchen as she toyed with my organ.

 

 “It’s …just weird..keep him out of the room.” I said again.

 

“Hey Tom!” Gretchen had shouted out, “What’re you up to?” Tom had strutted right into the living room.

 

“Not much Gretchen, what about you?”

 

His eyebrows had risen as he viewed me with my pants and undies down, my ravaged ass jiggling.

 

 Gretchen let go of my cock and stepped away.

 

“What the hell’s goin’ on?” Tom had asked.

 

Gretchen had smiled and picked up the bamboo cane, waving it about. “I’m just having a little kinky session with Milesy here.”

 

Tom laughed as Gretchen lashed my bare butt once or twice. He watched me twist and bounce, my hands still cuffed.

 

“This is so weird, Miles.” Tom laughed. “Gee, do any of the fellows know about this?”

 

 Gretchen laughed, too, and whacked me a couple more times.

 

 “Jesus-please Gretchen.” I begged, tears rolling down my cheeks.

 

“I’ll stop if you let me tongue kiss Tommy here.” Gretchen laughed.  I stood up indignantly. “Absolutely not.”

 

WHACK WHACK WHACK! Gretchen lay the cane about me a few times, and I began crying heavily despite myself.

 

Tom was grinning from ear to ear.

 

“Whatever you want, honey….but we’re married!” I had pleaded with her.

 

 Gretchen had laughed and gone over and given Tom a big, tonguy kiss…

 

Tom had ground his body against her as I stood, drawers down, humiliated.

 

“I gotta go out, but we should do this again sometime!” Tom laughed, kissed Gretch again. “Don’t be a bad boy there, Milesy.”

 

Gretchen grabbed my ear “Say yes sir, uncle Tom.” She whispered in my ear….

 

I gritted my teeth. WHACK WHACK My ass was roaring. “Y-yes sir, Uncle Tom!” I sobbed, and his laugh was the last sound I heard.

 

Gretchen looked abashed. “Poor thing, you’re not mad at Gretchie are you-ums?”

 

She kissed me deeply, and her soft fingers dropped to my sweltering cock again, and she began pulling it gently.

 

“N-no, I just didn’t want anyone to know—discretion and all that.” Gretchen rubbed faster.

 

“Oh, honey, discretion’s not that important…you’re just a sissy-boy….Tommy knows that.

 

Why do you think he has to do all the repairs around here…you’re not mechanically inclined, you say, but really, you’re just a sissy-boy!”

 

Gretchen’s long nails moved faster and faster and my cock got longer and harder.

 

My legs wobbled again, and Gretchen’s fingers slowed down. “Please go faster, honey.”

 

 I begged. Gretchen looked annoyed.

 

“I’m not your honey…"she said. "I’m Tommy’s honey, maybe..but you’re just a wimpie boy, you know.”

 

I looked at the floor, sad and abashed.

 

“Tell Mommy you want her to go faster.” Gretchen whispered in my ear, and I begged. “Mommy, please go faster…please?”

 

Gretchen had smiled craftily, and nodded a bit, and the fingers began wandering more rapidly across my cock.

 

 My legs began trembling as I approached orgasm…her fingers slowed again

“Poor baby can’t cum?” Gretchen asked unsuspiciously.

 

I shook my head and tears rolled down my cheeks. Gretchen giggled softly and rubbed a bit faster.

 

I felt the impact of the backed up seed beginning once more to roll forth in my cock,.

 

Closer and closer I was to release. “Close your eyes, Miles.” Gretch whispered in my ear.

 

“I’m going to give you a helluva surprise, baby, like you’ve never had.” I closed my eyes, bit my tongue and waited. 

 

 WHACK! THWACK! Suddenly my cock felt incredible pain, as I felt a sliver of fire through it, and I opened my eyes in abject horror.

 

Gretchen had taken up the cane again and was flailing at my cock!

WHACK  WHACK THWACK!

 

 I tried to back off from her, but it was difficult maintaining my balance.

 

My hands were secured behind my back and my pants were clinging around my ankles.

 

I dropped to my knees, and finally the caning let up, Gretchen laughing, the stripes jiggling on the top.

 

"Poor baby. Don't you think that's funny, Miles?" Gretch asked as she helped me up.

 

At the end of that evening, Gretchen had removed the handcuffs, and allowed me to fuck her, though I hadn't been allowed to cum until she'd released three times.

 

. And although my butt was horribly sore, and I was unable to look Tom the housemate in the eye for many months.

 

But, I had had to admit to myself that it was one of the hottest experiences I'd ever had.

 

As time went on, Gretchen gradually began to take over. She did less and less around the house, and I was expected to pick up the slack.

 

 My pants and underwear began being taken down regularly, if there were marks on the baseboard or streaks on the windows.

 

Once, when I’d neglected to scrub out the garbage pail, Gretchen tied me naked to a ceiling loop on the back porch.

 

I was shuddering, wondering if the teenage girls next door might happen to peer over the fence!

 

Gretchen and I had traditional sex less and less. If I wanted to get into her pants, it became more and more of a reward.

 

 “I don’t know, I’m just not that attracted to you…and you’re too grabby”

 

 Gretchen had begun telling me. She spent less and less time in states of undress in the house.

 

Gretchen still, of course wore tight clothes and cute little bustiers (“The guys at work dig it, you know, Milesy.”)

 

But didn’t undress around me much, except that I was allowed to eat her out late at night.

 

Still, she was teasing me beyond belief, twitching her full round buttocks across my crotch as she passed me while I was making dinner, or kissing my neck casually now and then.

 

I began to beg her for sex. “I just am so horny, honey.” I begged.

 

“I mean, I work all day for you, and when I come home I want a little relief, you know?”

 

Gretchen had laughed. “But you understand, Miles, that after people have been married a while, sex stops being the prime focus of the relationship.” 

 

We had been married for nine months.

 

 One night I was watching Gretchen paint her nails in the living room.

 

Clad in a casual tube top and tight jeans, she was mesmerized by the  frosty pink she was pouring all over her long talons, and I was gaping at her.

 

 The more we didn’t fuck, it seemed the more beautiful Gretchen was.

 

She looked up at me. “What’s wrong, honey?” Gretchen asked.

 

“W-well, it’s been such a long time since—since we had um, relations.” I said.

 

“I know.” Gretchen had laughed. “I don’t really feel that way about you right now, Milesy.”

 

 She turned to her frosty pink nail polish. I bit my lip. Goddamnit.

 

When I was in high school and college there were plenty of girls who’d told me they didn’t feel that way about me..but I was married to this girl!

 

What the hell was that?

 

“Gretchen, please.” I moved a little closer to her. “It’s been nearly five weeks since we made love.

 

I try to be a good hubby to you, and we have something special.” I was babbling. I sounded like a Partridge Family album or something..

 

Gretchen had looked up at me again, amusedly. “You’re that horny, huh?” she asked, smiling.

 

“Yes, please let me touch you, Gretchen.” I pleaded. “Not even oral sex—I mean, you don’t have to suck me but—“

 

Gretchen’s brow furrowed. “I know I don’t have to suck you, or blow you, you fucking asshole. How dare you imply that I’d ever have to?”

 

 Gretchen had turned then to her nails and gritted her teeth. Oh shit, what was I going to do? I couldn’t alienate her.

 

“No, please, Gretchen, I didn’t mean it that way” I begged.

 

“I just want to make love to you, because I’m so horny….

 

Don’t you want to take your clothes off and make gentle love, like we used to?” I was babbling at this point.

 

Gretchen had turned to me again. She toyed with her hair, and looked me in the eye in that sort of limpid way she used to—I grinned feebly at her.

 

Gretch put down her nail polish brush and began toying casually with her nipple through the tube top.

 

I stared as if hypnotized. “God all this attention is so flattering, Milesy.” Gretch said, running a long pink tongue across her full lips.

 

The door opened and Tom walked in, and headed for the stairs. “Hey, Gretch, Miles. How’re you doing?”

 

“I’m trying to decide if I’m going to give Miles any action.” Gretchen laughed lightly. “He’s begging me again…remember last  night, all the crying?”

 

Tom laughed, and my face burned. His bedroom was right next to ours.

 

It was true, I had been sobbing because Gretchen had not let me touch her that evening, and oh, how cute she’d looked in her Merry Widow! 

 

Tom had  winked at Gretchen. “Good luck, Miles!”

 

He went upstairs. “I wish you wouldn’t tell him our business dear.” I said feebly, but I knew it was no use.

 

I really should’ve gotten Tom to leave some time ago.

 

In the beginning I’d enjoyed having my old college roommate living with us.

 

Tom had a minor construction job as opposed to my fabulously remunerative investment banking career, and it was great to give him a low rent.

 

 But now that Gretchen was here, it seemed that there was something weird going on between them, though I couldn’t figure out what it was at the time.

 

“Poor Miles” Gretchen said now to me. “You need a little attention, and I need a little entertainment.

 

We each have to give a little.” That sounded good, I thought, biting my lip.

 

“Why don’t you take your clothes off?” My eyebrows raised. “Here in the living room?”

 

I smiled shakily. “Let’s get upstairs, huh?”

 

Gretchen laughed. “No, let’s get wild here in the living room, take off your clothes, won’t you?”

 

I excitedly stripped off everything, and stood in front of her, grinning unsteadily, with my cock poking straight out in front of me.

 

 “Get me a drink, babe.” I ran and got her a gin and tonic, and came back with my big grin.

 

Gretchen burst into laughter. “God you look like a porno version of Howdy Doody.”

 

She took the drink from my hand and sipped it.  Gretchen casually put out a long leg and used her clog to poke my cock.

 

 The wood was cold against my rock hard cock and I gasped.

 

 Oh, I was so horny. “Gretchen honey, lets go upstairs and get it on, in the bedroom. I don’t want people to---“

 

As if to give reality to my fear, Tom came down the stairs. He saw me standing naked as Gretchen was playing with my dick with her shoe.

 

Bursting into laughter, Tom shook his head, and went on his way through the kitchen.

 

“Oh God.” I bit my tongue. I got mad then.

 

“You know, Gretchen, we should have the house to ourselves…so we can play around in the house naked. I’m going to tell Tom to move out next month.”

 

Gretchen moved her clog back and then lightly kicked me in the balls. I moaned.

 

“Don’t do that, Miles.” Gretchen said sharply. “I like Tommy around…it’s good energy for me.”

 

What the hell did that mean? “But anyway…you want to be more attractive to me, do you Miles?” 

 

 I nodded my head, suddenly totally aware of my nakedness and my potbelly.

 

“Whatever you think, dear.” Gretchen toyed again with my cock, now glistening with precum.

 

 Her clog pushed lightly against the scrotal sack that she’d just kicked so violently.

 

“I want you to do something interesting for me…make me amused, honey.” Gretchen said casually. “How about you paint your nails with my nail polish?”

More of Miles’s Conundrums

“Paint my nails?” I asked Gretchen in disgust. “I’m a guy…why would I want to do that?”

Gretchen looked down demurely. “I don’t know, Miles. I thought you wanted to amuse me…to put me in the mood, you know?”

God, she was so beautiful, I thought. Gretchen’s huge, perky breasts were just barely holding up that tube top…I hadn’t seen them naked in a while.

There was a knock on the door, and Tom came downstairs, and unlocked it, and in came two of our mutual friends, Cade and Stu.

Stu looked over at us and gaped, and it was understandable. I was standing naked in front of my fully dressed wife, who was relaxed on her couch, poking my rock hard dong occasionally with a  heel.

“Jesus, having fun there, Miles?” Cade looked too, and Gretchen turned and grinned at him…and then the little bitch flashed her tits at him!

Just pulled the tube down and waved her tits at my friends! Tom, Stu and Cade clapped.

I was furious that she’d do that, but on the other hand it had been a while since I’d seen her boobs, so  I just bent over to look

Really, I—hadn’t seen them in a while—and Gretchen reached up and slapped me!

“Stop looking, this is just for the fellows!” And I stood there with my mouth open!

Gretchen primly tucked her boobs back in the tube top. “Little boys don’t get to look at women’s breasts, Milesey…they’re rated R.”

"What the fuck're you talking about, woman?" Cade asked, shaking his head.

 

My friends had always thought that Gretchen was a ball breaker. As I said earlier, Gary used to give us an earful of what a bitch she could be.

 

"Dude, that's the deal here." Tom said, grinning big. "Miles is Gretchen's slave boy now. Mister Dean's List is now ...I don't know."

 

The three of them laughed uproariously, and they went upstairs. I was burning with shame, but also...I was resentful.

 

"B-but..I can't look at your breasts now? And..." I had forgotten the issue of being humiliated in front of my friends. What was up with that?

 

Gretchen was just giggling, and her tits were shaking madly in that damned tube top.  This was  hilarious to her.

"You're just...like, pitiful, dude..." Gretchen put her head in her hand and giggled some more.

 

For some reason, my dick was even HARDER now. Zowie! But I was furious.

 

Suddenly Gretchen looked up at me quite seriously. "I asked you a question earlier, Miles."

 

"Do you want to arouse and amuse me, or don't you?" Gretchen looked straight in my eyes.

 

"Cause if you don't, then I'm just going to send you to bed and go out with the guys upstairs for some beer."

 

She-she can't send me to bed! I'm not a SIX YEAR OLD!

 

And going out with my friends!

 

 I remembered being six and being made to go to bed early and hearing my friends play outside because my parents were Christians.

 

But more importantly, I thought about amusing and AROUSING her. My baby who hadn't let me touch her in awhile.

 

 

"Well, of course I want to um, amuse and a-arouse you." I said.

 

Gretchen looked up at me and passed a tongue across her lips. There was a noise of laughter and a football game going on upstairs.

 

Gretchen looked upstairs, somewhat longingly. She wanted to be with the real guys.

 

I had to do something. I had to entrance her again. Tom had gotten a job in construction after we'd graduated, because his grades were so crappy.

 

Cade was a bicycle courier, and Stu hadn't even graduated from school, and did drywall work. They were all in good shape from those crappy jobs.

 

Mister Deans List had the pot belly, and didn't watch sports much. What could I do to compete?

 

"What-what can I do to arouse you?" I watched her paint her last nail and put the little brush back in the little polish bottle.

 

"Well, I asked you to do something for me." Gretchen made her eyes real big and looked at me.

 

"What? You wanted me to, what was it?" I shook my head, trying to remember.

Gretchen ran a long tongue across her lower lip and looked at me quite seriously.

 

Stretching her heel, she stroked the sweating tip of my penis.

 

I decided to make something up. "I-I'll take you out to dinner...get you jewelry?" Grabbing at straws.

 

Gretchen shook her head again, and made a motion to get up.

 

 

"Where are you going?" I asked in a panic.

 

"Look, Miles. I asked you to do something to amuse me!" Gretchen looked at me as she half rose.

 

"You want to screw me and paw me, but I am attracted to men who remember what I ask them for...you can't even do that."

 

God she was hot. My dick got even bigger. I tried to remember.

 

"What? You said something about me painting my nails." I laughed nervously.

 

Gretchen sat back down and beamed at me! "Yes! You remembered!"

 

"But what--you weren't serious, were you?" I laughed...

 

I mean, either I paint my nails for her, or she goes out with my friends for beers. What the...?

 

Gretchen looked at me and smiled. "Miles, it would really turn me on if you let me paint your nails and put some makeup on you."

 

 About half an hour later, I was um, a different person.

 

Gretchen had had a ball. She'd had me shave off my prized Van Dyke beard, and then moisturized my face.

 

Putting concealer on my moles, she'd put heavy blue cream eye shadow on my lids, highlighting the brows with shimmer.

The false eyelashes were really uncomfortable, but hey, anything to get laid, right?

 

"Now for the lips. I'm going to highlight your lips and then gloss them to make them real big."

 

My nails were painted, and she put a big blonde wig on me.

 

"Now shove your feet in these nice Capezio heels! They're gonna pinch, but don't complain, honey."

 

And then she gave me earrings!

 

Though I was still stark naked in the living room, I'd almost forgotten this in all the disturbing new changes.

So then I said, "So are you um, turned on by this...do you want to make love?"

 

Gretchen looked at me, giggling to the point that she hid her face. I couldn't blame her, I mean, really.

 

I was standing there with painted face and nails, a wig and high heels! And stark naked to boot.

 

Gretchen finally looked at me, semi seriously. "Well, I am amused, I must say." That was good, right?

 

But then, the unthinkable happened.

  She yelled upstairs. "Fellas, come down here!"

 

My God, I was paralyzed.

 

Cade, Tom and Stu stomped downstairs in their construction-worker steel tipped boots. Smoking Marlboros, they came in the hall and looked at me.

 

"HA HA HA!" Pointing and laughing at their old college friend.

 

I'd actually known Stu since high school! And they were laughing their asses off.

 

I ripped off my wig and threw it on the floor and stomped upstairs in my high heels.

 

Slamming the door to the bedroom, I threw myself on the bed and, Jesus, I began to cry.

 

As I sobbed angrily, my face a mass of wet, disgusting makeup, I heard the laughter and talking downstairs.

 

My mind went back to childhood, when Mother would dress me funny in European velvet suits with knee breeches and frilly collar...not cool in the seventies.

 

The boys would laugh and beat me up as I made my way to my violin recitals...it had been a tough childhood.

 

Now I cried in my manicured hands, and I just thought, I'll show the bitch! I'll leave her in the lurch!

 

I'll tell her to support herself with her failure film job, dammit!

 

But there was a light knock on the door after about twenty minutes, and Gretchen looked in, somewhat penitent.

 

"Honey...please don't be mad at me. You were just so cute."

And I...what I should have done was left her...but she came over and kissed me tenderly.

 

"Honey, you don't understand, those are my friends." I tried to reason with her. "You've ruined a friendship with them now..."

 

But Gretchen kissed me again. "I'm your friend, Miles. Forget them."

 

But then there was a shout from downstairs. "Gretch are you coming?"

 

Gretchen smiled shamefacedly. "I did promise to go to Cerberus with them for a little while. But I'll be back!"

 

Cerberus was our old hangout--me and the guys. "But, what about lovemaking?" I was trying not to whine.

 

"No, I'll be back soon." Gretchen said. "I'd invite you, but--but maybe not. You're not um--"

But she was speechless with giggles again. I nodded. I wasn't their type of friend anymore.

 

"Look--I really want to make love to you tonight!" Gretchen said urgently.

 

There was a shout from downstairs. "Forget that faggot!"

 

Gretchen looked out of the bedroom door. "I'm coming in a moment."

 

She looked back in at me. "I want you to wait for me, okay?"

 

"Uh, all right." I said. "I can wash all this dreck off. Do you have nail polish remover, by the way? I understand perfume works--"

 

"No, no!" Gretchen said, laughing. "Keep it all on, you look cute."

 

"Just--why don't you play with yourself and think of me, and the good time we're going to have when I get home, okay honey?"

 

Gretchen smiled tenderly at my wounded look.

 

"But don't cum! I want you to be ready for me when I get back in. Half an hour at the most."

 

Gretchen smiled again, on the verge of hilarity. "Mommy will be mad at you if you cum."

 

With a slam of the door, she was gone.

I lay back and began massaging my cock, thinking of my beautiful girl. And God, was she beautiful!

 

Gretchen's short, curly hair, her large breasts, that impudent smile...the way her full butt twitched when she walked ahead of me!

 

 But the more I tried to think about fucking her or her blowing me, the more I remembered standing naked in front of Gretchen and the guys, with the wig and the full makeup on...them laughing at me!

 

 Mysteriously, my cock hardened in my painted fingers. I thought of Gretchen whipping my ass with the wooden paddle we'd bought.

 

Me crying in the corner, my damaged bottom on display as she laughed and watched "The View." What the hell was I thinking of that for?

 

Wait, what about when I fucked her in the ass a year ago? Why wasn't I thinking of her magnificent blowjobs?

 

I kept thinking of the paddle whipping my ass...me cowering naked before my construction-worker friends...

 

My hand rubbed my dick faster and faster. Suddenly the fantasy changed and Stu,Cade and Tom were sodomizing me!

 

Gretchen was laughing, and pointing as I cowered on the floor!

 

Lying on the bed now, my dick grew huge as I jacked it faster and faster considering this bizarre scene...

I was getting closer and closer...I was about to cum...

 

Suddenly the phone rang! I picked it up, annoyed. There was a sound of loud music.

 

"Miles? Honey?" It was Gretchen's voice, she was slightly drunk.

 

"Y-yes, Gretch." My penis flailed in frustrated misery as I let go.

 

Strangely, I wanted to continue masturbating to this weird image, instead of talking to my princess!

 

"Miles, I wanted to make sure you hadn't squirted." I could hear my friends laughing at the table.

 

Stu's voice came from the side: "Don't jerk your dick too much, Milesy, you faggot!"

 

Then Gretchen's voice was gently scolding him. I burned in humiliation as I held the phone in one hand and my dick in the other.

"Miles, I wanted to tell you something important" Gretchen's voice was urgent.

 

"What's that, honey?" Jesus, now what?

 

"I know your face is a mess from crying and all that makeup is smudged--" My friends now roared with laughter.

 

"But what I want you to do is touch yourself up, you saw how I did it--re-do your lips and your eyes, so you look cute when I get home...make yourself pretty, and you'll get laid!"

 

After she hung up, I was furious and humiliated...but I thought of her beautiful body, and off I went to put on my face before the mirror!

My pelvic muscles were tensed as I worked on my face quickly. God, women have it hard, I thought as I sloppily outlined my lips.

I went back to lie on the bed and touch myself carefully. I had to be really careful not to cum.

 

I began getting much too close, and holding the tip of my penis. I was getting really really, close to cumming, though.

 

I began vividly imaging Gretchen in a tight red dress, whipping my naked body, while a group of guys pointed and laughed at my garish makeup.

 

I pumped my cock and my hips began going up and down. I could feel the semen in  my urethra, waiting to spurt.

 

It was getting damned close...

Quickly, I pinched the tip of my cock again, to keep from cumming. God this was difficult.

Suddenly, the phone rang again. I sighed and picked it up.

 

"Hey landlord...Gretch wanted me to make sure you weren't spilling your seed!" Tom was drunk off his ass.

 

"Look Tom, enough. This was a bad scene tonight but--" I had to be firm with the guy.

 

Gretchen had really overstepped her boundaries. My friendship with Tom would never be the same.

 

But I'd try to be manly with him. "Dude, just forget tonight okay? We're still buds--"

 

But Tom rudely interrupted me.

 

"Gretchen said if you make a nasty mess with your dick, she's going to let me beat your ass with a belt, so be a good boy!"

 

Then he hung up. At first I was furious, and embarrassed.

 

But then I thought about it, and I began jerking my dick really fast...humiliated, angry and horny!

 

God damn that woman for saying that to Tom, but what would it be like if he beat my ass? What's wrong with me?

 

But I gritted my teeth and didn't cum, and kept jerking my dick. She would be home any moment now...

 

But Gretchen didn't get in for five hours.

 

By the time she got in, quite drunk and disheveled looking, I was ravenous with the desire to cum.

 

"God, where've you been?" I stuttered.

 

I tried to hug her, and she shoved me back, staggering.

 

"What-the hell...your makeup looks like shit!" Gretchen began laughing, but then turned nasty.

 

"Why should I give you any pussy, when you can't put on lipstick right, you whore?" Gretchen raged.

 

"I've been jerking myself all night, waiting for you" I pleaded.

 

"Please don't make me finish off alone." I couldn't believe she was so crass!

 

"Finish off? Are you kidding?" Gretchen asked incredulously.

 

Suddenly she gave me a roundhouse slap, and before I could recover, she'd produced handcuffs.

 

"Shtu--Stu gave these to me." Gretchen slobbered drunkenly.

 

"He's going into th' police academy." Gretchen forced my hands behind my back. Click!

 

"I'm going in Tom's room tonight, since you're such a loser!"

 

Slam!

 

There I was, alone in the room, with a bad makeup job, and unable to jerk off!

 

It was an outrage. I should leave her...but I just cried and looked at my rock hard dick ‘til dawn. 

The next morning, I was in terrible shape. The makeup was all smeared over my face, and I had a cramp from lying on the floor.

 

I kept waiting for Gretchen to come in the room, and apologize and unlock me. What a bitch she is!

 

Of course it was because she was drunk, but she'd locked me up after promising me sex, AND I'd heard disturbing moans from Tom's room all night.

 

And of course, I'd tried to get off, to get an orgasm...

 

I'd tried rubbing my dick against the carpeted floor, pushing it like a dog on the table leg (that nearly worked) everything!

 

At one point, I know that Tom and Gretchen were joking about it because Tom screamed something about how I should possibly "Suck my own dick"

 

And I was so frustrated! All this time while listening to Gretchen's screams.

 

Now my balls were filled with cum, they were huge. Not blue balls, no...purple.

 

Oh, my cock was sensitive. It just poked out from between my legs, like a metronome, going back and forth.

 

I kept trying to get the handcuffs off, but indeed they were police handcuffs and quite effective.

 

Eight o'clock, the door didn't open...ten o'clock...nothing. Finally at eleven-thirty...the door opened!

 

Was it my princess Gretchen? I was ready to forgive her again...

 

No, it was Tom, hair tousled from a night of fucking. He looked at me and grinned...

 

Naked, makeup smeared, dick sticking out, and hands cuffed. On the floor, crying.

 

"You are such a freak, Miles...Jesus." Laughing, he turned around and walked out of the bedroom.

 

Later on in the early afternoon, Gretchen came in, nursing a hangover, and unlocked me. She didn't want to talk to me...

 

What the fuck? I was angry and felt like confronting her, but not really. I showered and jerked off.

 

Thinking of my haughty Gretchen humiliating me, punishing me and keeping me in bondage! But I was angry at her, right?

 

I came all over the shower wall...oh, she was so hot.

 

I thought I would not speak to Gretchen, or curse her out for mistreating me.

 

She broke her promise about giving me some action after I'd put on that ridiculous makeup. Getting it off, and the nail polish had been awful.

 

But Gretchen was so sick from her hangover that I ended up waiting on her, bringing her tea and all that stuff.

 

For the next couple of days, things were really quiet. I didn't speak to Tom any more than I had to.

 

Of course I no longer went out with Cade, Tom and Stu to bowl or throw darts. I had basically lost my lifelong friends.

 

It seemed that Gretchen was not very communicative either--when I got home at night she was out with friends or in bed.

 

I went from being mad at her, to wondering what the hell was going on?

 

Sometimes I called home from work, and no one answered the phone, and her cell just had an answering machine.

 

But on Friday night, I got in early, and there Gretchen was...getting ready to go out.

 

"Hey there, Milesey." she said cheerfully.

 

"God, I haven't seen you all week, honey." I said tactfully.

 

"Yeah. Like this dress? I just got it. Like the halter?"

 

"Uh huh." I said, gazing at her. 

 

"It's cute how these chains criss cross my bust line, isn't it?"

 

She was putting on the Zesty Red shiny lip gloss she'd had me use the week before...

 

"I'm going out, babe!"

 

 "Going out?" I looked at her in sad astonishment. "But I didn't even see you all week, honey. I thought tonight might--"

 

I stopped in mid sentence. Gretchen was looking at me with a kind of pity. Oh Jesus.

 

Gretchen smiled at me and reached out and rubbed my arm. "Honey, I think I need some space. I don't know about forever, but right now--"

 

I began panicking. "Honey, don't you want to spend time with me? Isn't there any way we can spend time together tonight?"

 

"I just need to see other people, though...that scene last week really bothered me." Gretchen said this, shaking her head.

 

Looking at me as if it had been my decision to dress in makeup and high heels and wear police handcuffs!

 

"But, on the other hand" Gretchen said, smiling. "I haven't seen you all week, and maybe there is a way I can take you with me. tonight."

 

"Sure!" I said. "I'll do anything, baby."

 

In the next twenty minutes, I realized that I had possibly made a mistake. Gretchen pulled out this amazing kit she'd bought.

 

"What are those pink triangle-shaped rubber things?" I was gaping.

 

"These are nice transgender breast forms, honey, 42 silicone double D"Gretchen put one around my right nipple.

 

As I stood numbly, Gretchen strapped the breast forms on my chest, and then had me pull a long girdle slip over my shoulders.

 

"See I'd love to take you out clubbing with me just as you are, but I'm going with a guy from my gym."

 

Gretchen snapped a garter belt around my waist. "My trainer, Adonis-Lloyd Baskerville, feels threatened by white men, and so you can be my girlfriend!"

 

"And don't you love these nice fishnet stockings?"

 

She put a horrible bone "waist nipper" around my stomach. "Now you'll have a nice hourglass figure."

 

After she put me in a "genital hiding gaff" that pushed my dick way between my legs, it was time for the dress.

 

Suddenly I was in full makeup (with beard concealer) and my six foot frame had been stuffed into a black tube dress. Paste-on magenta nails this time...

 

My Adam's Apple was covered by a rhinestone "choker" and my feet were not as cramped as Gretch had gotten me size fourteen silver pumps!

 

"Gretchen," I asked suspiciously as we were getting ready to leave, "Did you buy this stuff for me a while ago?"

 

Gretchen laughed. "Let's just say I have a little foresight, and your Platinum Visa took care of the rest!"

 

Adonis-Lloyd pulled up in a Lexus. "This is my girlfriend Melissa, Adonis-Lloyd. "

 

The ride was weird. Rap music was blasting, and I was holding a little purse. What had happened to my safe masculine life?

 

The evening was truly a blur. I ended up having to slow dance with all these weird guys...apparently tall women are popular!

 

Why did I dance with all these guys? Well, it was sort of to make Gretchen jealous, because she was making out with Adonis-Lloyd most of the night...

 

But she wasn't jealous at all--she just congratulated me on meeting lots of hot guys!

 

I didn't know what to do. I'm a heterosexual, and have no interest in men, especially black gangsters!

 

At some point though, I guess I was drinking too much, and I kind of blacked out, and when I came awake again we'd left the club...

 

We were in a crappy apartment in the inner city. "It's a crack house, honey!" Gretchen whispered to me...

 

 

 

 

 

 

Miles’s Conundrums Part 3

"Why are we here?" I asked curiously. The place was truly disgusting.

 

Gretchen smiled at me. "Well, you know Adonis-Lloyd wanted some rock, and so we came here after the club...you were out of it, honey."

 

I went into the bathroom briefly, and the toilet was backed up and the tub was filled with excess feces...because no one had called a plumber!

 

When I came out, Adonis-Lloyd was arguing with this huge ape, who pointed at me and whispered. Finally Gretchen came up to me.

 

"Honey, Shasta over there doesn't want to give Adonis-Lloyd any credit, and I don't have any more money in my purse...the drinks were a lot."

 

Gretchen smiled apologetically at me. What the fuck was going on?

 

" But Shasta says he'll give us some rock if you give him some lovin'...he thinks you're a hottie." Gretchen looked up at me with her appealing eyes. "I'll make it up to you later on..."

 

"But I'm not a WOMAN, Gretchen." I couldn't believe this. I am an investment banker, and a paragon of the Episcopal church, and my God...what was this?

 

Gretchen smiled and whispered in my ear. "Just with your mouth, honey. It will go a long way in getting us back together."

 

I'd do anything to get us back together. Sucking a crack dealer's cock in a shit-filled bathroom was a lot, though.

 

The guy, Shasta actually grabbed my ears and skull-fucked me as I knelt on the urine-covered floor and sucked his big black dick...oh it was awful.

 

Then I sat and watched Shasta, Lloyd-Jones and my beautiful Gretchen smoke crack together for a few hours...

 

At some point, we finally went home, and I quickly took off the women's clothes, but not before Tom and his poker buddies got an eyeful. I really have to throw him out, I thought.

 

We went upstairs, and after I was naked, I asked Gretchen if she was going to take off her clothes. It had been  a while since I'd seen her in the buff!

 

But Gretchen gave me her little half-smile and locked the police handcuffs on my wrists again, and guided me to her.

 

She did look hot in her clubbing clothes!

 

Gretchen began stroking and playing with my cock, and it got quite hard. I began moaning. It had been a week since I jerked off in the shower since the FIRST humiliating Friday night.

 

"So what was it like, sucking Shasta's dick, Milesey?" Gretchen touched her tongue to her upper lip.

 

Her purple nails rubbed the tip of my straining cock...oh she was hot! Gretchen smiled at me and reached to the middle of the shaft and began pulling faster.

 

"P-please...you said you'd let me fuck you if I sucked Shasta's dick!" I was begging, even though I knew it was futile.

 

"No I didn't..." Gretchen said, laughing as she tickled the bottom of my cock. "I just said if you sucked Shasta it would be good for restoring trust in our relationship."

 

That wasn't what she said, was it?

 

Gretchen stood up for a moment and gave me a big hug and a long tongue kiss, giggling at the same time as I tried to rub my cock against her crotch.

 

She pulled back. "No no...you must have patience, Milesey!"

Gretchen sat back down and began playing with my poor cock again.

 "I am not going to let you fuck me, sweetie, so let go of that one!" Gretchen began pulling my cock methodically "C'mon, just tell me what it was like to suck Shasta's big dick."

She pulled faster and faster until I felt as if I were going to have a big orgasm...and then, just as my legs began to shake, she pulled her hand away!

 

Gretchen looked at me and licked her lips. She unbuttoned her halter a bit, and I could see her lacy bra.

"Tell me, honey." Gretchen said, as she began her ministrations on my cock again. "Don't you want me to play with your ding-dong?"

 

"Well, um, he was big, and it was disgusting being in my mouth." I kept trying to pull my hands off the Police Handcuffs, but it was impossible.

 

"Yeah, welcome to the woman's chore, honey." Gretchen laughed as she tickled my frenulum. "It's gross, sucking dick."

 

"Um, yes, I guess." I tried to think more about Shasta and the dick thing. "It's kind of like waiting for a train wreck,when he comes."

 

Gretchen tilted her adorable head and looked up at me as she massaged my foreskin. "That's right. That's how I've always felt, Miles. I'm glad we're connecting!"

 

With that, Gretchen let go of my cock and took off her dress. She was wearing an incredibly hot red stretch lace demi bra and thong panties.

 

"You are so much easier to talk to like this, Miles" Gretchen said very seriously. "I feel so close to you."

 

Her long fingers played with my scrotum, which was quite full now...and she licked her lips again and smiled at me.

 

"I just wish that you were a little more interested in my needs, and not so self-focused, you know?" Gretchen took her non-masturbating hand and began massaging one of my nipples.

 

I was speechless. I felt I'd been quite involved in serving her needs. What the hell else could she want?

 

"Jesus, Gretchen, don't you think I've done enough? I thought after all the shit with Shasta, you'd at least blow me, honey."

 

Gretchen let go of my cock and then punched me hard in the balls and I fell over, howling. "Goddamnit. " she screamed.

"I thought you finally got what I had to go through, after sucking Shasta...and you're still just a selfish male pig."

 

She stalked out of the bedroom and went downstairs in her underwear to join the poker group, and I just lay on the floor, utterly mystified by my wife!!!!

 

The next day was a Saturday, and I took Gretchen to lunch, and we had a talk. "I just want you to be more focused on ME."

 

Gretchen's claim was that all I was focused on was getting my rocks off with her, and she wanted me to give her more attention and care.

 

I took her out after lunch and bought her a tennis bracelet, what the hell? I could sell some stock, right?

 

We went home and I put Gretchen in the bath and tended to her...and then gave her a nice massage, and lots of oral sex...I really worked on it!

After Gretchen had cum about three times, I pulled myself up and looked at her with pleading eyes.

 

"Is it my turn yet?" I asked this weakly. My dick was so hard!

 

Gretchen sighed. "You just ruined all the efforts you made. I am going to have to work on you, honey."

 

Gretchen got out of bed and got dressed in a cute little snug t-shirt that came up over her midriff and her faded old jeans.

 

I was going to get up too, as I had good arguments to make, but she motioned me to stay still.

 

 Gretchen went through the drawer, bringing out Stu's Police Handcuffs.

 

"I know you hate these" she said as she locked them behind my back.. "but like math flash cards, you need it! Now lie on your stomach on the bed!"

 

Gretchen then went into the closet and brought out a two foot metal bar with cuffs on each end.

 

"This is a spreader bar, hon." she said as she locked a cuff on each ankle so my legs were stuck apart. "I found it on your femdom BDSM site...cute, eh?"

 

Then Gretchen lifted up my crotch and pushed a pillow under my groin so my butt was sticking up.

 

Then Gretchen went back in the closet and brought out a long wooden paddle about three inches thick and five inches wide, and maybe a foot and a half long, with three rows of ten holes throughout.

 

"This is a Spencer paddle, Miles. I am going to break you of selfishness, and you should appreciate my efforts."

 

"Gretchen, baby, please. I'm trying to negotiate with you, and I thought I was being nice in giving you jewelry, a massage--"

 

WHACK! Damn, that Spencer paddle bounced off my ass!

 

"H-honey, listen to me." I said, trying to deal with the pain without showing it. "I want to be a considerate spouse, but I think you're being selfish and myopic. You--"

 

WHACK! THWACK! SLAM! SMACK! Gretchen was alternating whacking one cheek and then the other...and then both!

 

Now I was silently sobbing, my reasoned diatribe had been quelled by the intense pain from the paddle smacks.

 

"The Spencer paddle has these little holes because the air whizzing through assists me in hitting you harder and faster."

 

Gretchen sounded like a tour guide or a saleswoman for paddles...she was ignoring what I had to say, no doubt!

 

WHACK! SLAP! SMACK!

 

"I sure hope that you begin to realize how difficult you make things for us with your childish and self-centered ideas."

 

She whacked again and I screamed, my voice going up an octave.

 

Tom's voice came upstairs. "Is some chick having an orgasm up there? I heard this squeal!"

 

Gretchen chortled, and held her hand over her face. "N-no, Tom...I'm just teaching Milesey feminism up here."

 

Tom looked in. "Good Lord, what a lot of bruises and welts, man." He was at least sympathetic, or was he?

 

"I'm actually getting kind of tired of swinging this thing." Gretchen said to Tom in a little girl voice. "Could you do the honors? It's real important to your Gretchie."

 

I looked over my shoulder and in my horror, Gretchen gave Tom a big, wet kiss! He grabbed her ass and laughed.

 

"Why not, honey?"

I began to panic. "Tom, no, get out of the room, this is between me and my wife. Seriously, I'll call the cops."

 

Tom laughed. "Yeah, and explain to them why you were locked in this spreader bar thing? Right. I don't think so."

 

He lifted the paddle.

 

WHACK! WHACK! THWACK!

 

Gretchen could swing a mean paddle, but next to Tom's construction muscles it was winter unto summer.

 

SLAP! SMACK! CRACK! CRASH!

 

I was now sobbing and struggling in the Police Handcuffs. Of course I tried to pull my legs together, but the spreader bar kept them locked apart.

 

SLAM! Oh, God, he got my friggin' balls...

 

Gretchen mumbled something, and despite my tears, I turned my head jealously to see what was going on...

 

Gretchen was trailing one long nail up and down Tom's chest. "If you can make him cry out loud for five minutes, I'll..."

 

And she whispered in his ear...what was it?

 

Tom went to work on me, and indeed, I began crying loudly, screaming to the point that the neighbors called.

 

Finally, Tom threw the Spencer Paddle down, and he and my wife exited my bedroom, leaving me there in a semi-shock.

 

Gretchen came back in about an hour, wearing only a towel.

"Sorry about that, Milesey...girl's got to keep her promises."

 

I was still locked in the spreader thing with the handcuffs, and Gretchen jumped on the bed.

 

She threw off the towel and put her messy crotch just under my nose.

 

"This is what's known as a creampie...have some sugar!"

 

Licking up Tom's disgusting semen was just unbelievable.

 

I gagged, but Gretchen had me where she wanted me, my hands behind my back...and she pushed my face into her crotch, HARD.

 

Finally, she was cleaned out, and I licked her to an additional orgasm before she pulled out from my face and turned me over on the bed.

 

Sitting next to me on the  bed, Gretchen stroked my cock again, and it began growing...bigger and bigger. Finally it was straining and she pulled her hand away.

 

Gretchen reached under the bed and brought out a long, thin fiberglass riding whip with a tress on the end that I'd bought at some BDSM site.

 

Tapping it in her hand, she began talking to me quite softly.

 

While Gretchen talked, she rubbed the riding whip against my rock hard erection...

 

"Now do you understand about respect, and needs? If we have any future at all as a couple..."

 

I decided to use some logic. "Look, Tom's a pig. He doesn't buy you jewelry or take care of you, and you're so nice to him."

 

THWACK! The fiberglass riding crop snapped against my glans, and my penis wilted instantly.

 

Gretchen flicked the crop once more, and then began rubbing it softly against my dick again.

 

 "Honey, Tom is a different man than you, and he's secure in his masculinity...he's not a bullying little coward trying to manipulate me into bed, you know?"

 

I burst into tears. "And I am, right?" I asked resentfully. "I just don't deserve anything because I'm your husband--"

 

THWACK! Right across the face this time. That fiberglass crop hurt!

 

"No, you don't deserve. I didn't get married to be raped against my will." Gretchen said sanctimoniously.

 I think I really began to learn a lot that night. Finally, after a lot of swats from the crop, Gretchen finally unlocked me, and we actually made love!

 

It was the first time I'd cum inside her in some months...but I was starting to understand that I couldn't objectify her any more.

 

We began talking a lot about my commitment to her, and the burden she felt from my constant sexual demands.

 

"If only there was a way that I could make you understand the way your dick makes me feel weighed down, darling."

 

Gretchen said this, kissing me gently on the cheek one night. "If I thought of a way to give you insight, would you cooperate?"

 

"But don't I have insight enough?" I asked. "I'm a committed feminist, I worked with rape victims as a volunteer in college, I do all the housework now and I've like, gone down on a guy in drag for you...I'm trying."

 

Gretchen shook her head and got up and walked out of the room that night, and she wouldn't let me touch her for two weeks.

 

And of course she began wearing hotter and hotter clothes...lycra, frilly lingerie tops, that sort of thing...not even looking at me as she went by!

 

She walked in on me jerking off one day and flew into a rage. "Is that all you think about, fucking touching yourself?"

 

Out came the Police  Handcuffs. Gretchen made me stand in the middle of the living room, naked, with my hands cuffed this time behind my head.

 

She whacked my cock with the fiberglass riding whip until I was on my knees, crying.

 

"It's about US, not your desires, Miles. Right now, because of your shitty attitude, I don't want to interact with you, but that doesn't mean I want you whacking your willy!"

 

She made me write five thousand times "I will not practice onanism."

 

Then it was back to ignoring me!

 

So I had to try to not jerk off, as well as not touching her! What  a pleasant proposition that was!

 

Finally, I realized that I was being a little obtuse...I was desperate for her body, and I knew that I had to do something.

 

I  gave her ex-boyfriend Gary an update, and he shook his head.

 

 "When I was dating Gretchen, she made me jump through hoops, and then she made the hoops smaller. Beware, Miles, my man."

 

But she was such a hot girl! And I didn't want to be a chauvanist pig, you know.

 

Finally, after ten days of silence, I went to her, tears streaming down my face and said, "Look, I want to understand why my dick is such a burden to you. I'll do anything to resolve all this."

 

She brightened immediately. "I have a great plan for you I've been talking about with Tom, we'll do it this weekend. Actually, take the week off."

 

Tom?

 

Saturday morning found me standing naked in the garage. "Just wait there for me, darling." And I waited...it got cold, but I waited.

 

Finally, Gretchen and Tom came into the garage, and Tom was carrying a frightening looking metal thing  and a plank of wood about four feet long and three inches wide.

 

Gretchen brought out my old friends, the Police Handcuffs, and locked them on me, while Tom grinned broadly.

 Tom then said, "You might want to tie up his legs, too, since he might freak out about the nail gun."

 

"What? A nail gun?" My legs began shaking. "I don't--"

 

Gretchen gave me a big kiss. "No, honey. I want you to WANT to make me happy. I don't want to have to chase you around creation. Are you gong to be a little man?"

 

I nodded, feeling weak.

 

Tom waved the metal thing in my face. "You're a little business office faggot, so I don't expect you to know what this is, Miles."

 

Gretchen giggled.

 

"This is an eighteen gauge brad nail gun, and I chose it instead of a roofing nailer, because the nails are not as big and sharp."

 

Gretchen came up to me and kissed me, and began playing with my dick. "I wanted him to go easy on you, now make your wee-wee hard, Milesey."

 

Soon, my sex starved cock was long, but then the real business began!

 

Then, as I stood there in horror, Gretchen took the plank and put the end just under my scrotum.

 

 Tom, frowning, took the excess skin from my balls and yes, drove a brad nail through the skin to the wood.

 

I almost passed out. But Gretchen began kissing me while holding the plank.

 

"Can you take some pain for Mommy? Will you take your medicine like a big boy?" She was so tender, and it had been so long since she'd kissed me like this!

 

My hands were jacked up behind my head, and Gretchen lightly tickled me under my arms and gave tongue-plunging kisses.

 

Then Tom shot three more nails through my scrotal skin, being careful, bless him, not to impale my testicles.

 

"Now make his dick big, Gretch...too bad he's circumsised, or I'd have more loose skin to deal with."

 

Gretchen pulled down her halter top and offered me a big nipple, which hadn't been available to me in some time.

 

She let me suck her beautiful breast while she ran her nails up and down my cock...and it got big.

 

But, every time Tom drove a nail through on the little bit of skin on each side of my cock, I went limp again with pain...

 

But her boobie brought me back!

 

"Oooh, the pain is so sharp, Gretchen!" I was bleeding, too...

 

"No matter, darling...just suck Mommy's breast and let me kiss you and stay hard for Uncle Tommy!"

 

Finally, it was done. My cock and balls were essentially nailed to this two foot plank. Gretchen then let go of me, coldly.

 

I tried to hug her, the plank swinging from my hips and she  backed off. "Fuck off."

 

"What?" I was absolutely puzzled, as well as being in pain.

 

"Now then, Miles. Your dick is a burden to you for a while."

 

Tom put his nail gun away. He gave Gretchen a big kiss. "I'm going to get some for my little chore, right?"

 

Gretchen laughed as Tom pinched her ass.

 

"Yup, let's go inside. Miles, I want you to get to know your new penis plank...see what it's like to feel weighed down."

 

Then Tom batted the end of the plank with his hand, and the heaviness of it surprised me, it swung and I stumbled back, not being able to balance myself much.

 

Gretchen stroked the top of my dick with her finger, and it rose, painfully, dragging the plank up. Then Tom slapped the end of the plank and it went down again.

 

Gretchen stroked my dick and kissed my ear again, and painfully, the dick hardened and the plank went up again.

 

SLAP! Tom's heavy hand came down on the end of  the plank and it went down so hard it slapped me between my legs. My balls were in acute pain.

 

"Well, this should be a growth experience" Gretchen chortled. "C'mon Tommy, lets go upstairs and  get in the hot tub."

 

With that, she and Tom left me in the garage, my hands locked behind my head and my flailing penis attached to a piece of wood with brad nails.

I am over six feet tall, so the plank didn't hit the ground, but it sort of hung there.

 

And the nails were really pinching my skin! I tired of holding the plank up with my hand...but it was so painful!

 

 I looked down and imagined what would happen if Gretchen got mad and locked me out in the rain like this...would the nails get rusty?

 

 Would I get gangrene? What an emergency room scene this would make!

 

After about an hour, Gretchen opened the door to the garage. "Honey, what are you still doing in here? Aren't you going to do your household chores? It's Saturday, after all!"

 

Gretchen unlocked my handcuffs from behind my head, and patted me on the ass. "Tom and I are going to do some shopping, and I hope you can get some housework done."

 

"B-but like this?" I asked, the plank swinging between my legs. "Don't you think..."

 

Grechen snorted. "What? I do you the favor of giving you some feminist perspective on your cock-burden behavior and you want to get off doing your chores, too?"

 

While she was gone, I had quite  morning.

 

It was weird having the plank banging against the vacuum cleaner, and later scrubbing the bathroom floor with it hanging under me...

 

I was on my hands and knees in the cramped bathroom, and I kept putting my knee on the damn plank by mistake and nearly ripping my dick off!

 

The house was clean when Gretchen and Tom got in, but she inquired about the yard as she put a paper bag down. "Aren't you going to rake it? "

 

"I can't get my pants on with this board, you know." I tried to reason with her. "Perhaps if we bought some huge overalls I could fit it--"

"You see?" Gretchen said, looking at Tom. "I am just so glad I bought this."

 

She reached into her bag and pulled out a nasty little two foot whip with two ends. "This is a quirt used to whip dogs, but it can be used I guess for you too, dear."

 

But as she lifted it, Tom stopped her. "No, no...he just doesn't get why his laziness and his excuses are the burden, like his dick is. I have a better idea, which will help to remind him."

 

Tom took me out to the garage, where he took another plank, this one six feet long, and nailed it to end of the first one.

 

 But he put the six foot plank across, so it looked as if I had a giant "T" hanging off my dick now. It was heavier, and far more cumbersome.

 

Tom looked at me and grinned. "Now, I suggest you get to your yard raking. The yard is fenced, no one's going to see you out there."

 

Raking a yard with two planks nailed to your genitals is a lot of work.

 

I had to twist my body in order to keep the rake from bumping into the T planks, and it took me four hours to get an hour raking job done.

 

Shortly before I finished, Gretchen came out with the dog quirt. "Goddamn it, you forgot to scrub the baseboards!"

 

Despite Tom's psychology of the extra board, Gretchen apparently has faith in old fashioned discipline, and she chased me around the yard.

 

Gretchen was flailing with the quirt, until finally I fell on my T, my dick crushed under it (it got twisted.) and she whipped me until I screamed and cried.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 As I was finishing up the leaves after my whipping, Gary drove by, and came up to the fence to talk.

 

He noted the T planks stapled to my cock and the welts on my naked rear end.

 

At one point Gretchen knocked on the window and waved the quirt threateningly at me.

 

"She's real high maintenance, dude." was all he could say before leaving me to hurriedly complete my raking.

 

The rest of the week was really quite hellish...

 

I did all my chores, all Tom's chores, and Gretchen thought of lots of other things for me to do with the T board locked on my penis.

 

The worst part was the 200 jumping jacks which hurt my dick, hurt my knees when the T hit them, and once gave me a bloody nose when it flew up.

That evening, I was watching Gretchen read her magazine in a beige corset just covering her boobs, and a G string, with scalloped lace-top stockings.

 

My dick stiffened against the board and the nails really began to hurt. "Mmm..." I gritted my teeth.

 

Gretchen looked at me. "What's wrong, you're lifting the board with your dick...strong man!"

 

I looked at her pleadingly. "I can't take this board anymore. Looking at you in that hot outfit is causing my dick a lot of pain, honey!"

 

Gretchen leaned over and pushed her boobs together in the low cut cleavage and shook them at me, with a sexy pout.

 

My penis hardened, pulling up the T planks and I bit my lip. Gritting my teeth more, I closed my eyes.

 

But the board was still grinding into my penis, or vice versa. The sharp pain of the nail brads was excruciating.

 

I thought about basketball.

 

 "With Chicago nursing a two-point edge late, Perkins nailed a 3-pointer with 14 seconds left to give the Lakers a one-point lead.  Scott then added a free throw to give the Lakers a hard-fought 93-91 victory..."

 

I felt the T board go down a bit.  Now it was just back to a dull pain of dragging again. I opened my eyes.

 

There she was flashing a nipple. The sharp pains returned!

 

Seeing my distress, Gretchen smiled. "Honey, just because I'm not interested in doing the deed with you, doesn't mean I shouldn't be able to dress in a way that I feel attractive, as a sexually available woman."

 

I was almost crying now, the pain was so much. Also the planks kept hitting the coffee table as my penis erected.

 

Baseball.

 

"Cabrera is is 0-2 with a 7.43 earned runs average--"

 

I opened my eyes, she flashed me AGAIN.

 

Mental arithmetic? I was real good at that in junior high. I thought of one I was impressing them with at the water cooler on Thursday.

 

"Three tracks on a CD have the following times:10:34,6:25,8:07...What is the total time? Seventy-two seconds equals one minute twelve seconds..."

 

I felt something hit my face, and opened my eyes again. Gretchen had thrown a spitball at me, and flashed her boobs again.

 

Good thing she wasn't in my classes at school. Thank the Lord for good old single sex St. Bart's Academy.

 

But Mr. Dean's List got hard AGAIN...oh, the pain.

 

 

Gretchen smiled and cocked her head. "This is so good for you, Miles. "

 

She came over and sat next to me on the couch.

 

 " Miles, the burden of your penis's demands is causing you so much distress that you're realizing what a pain it is for the rest of the household."

 

Gretchen reached out a finger. "Do you like my manicure, Miles? It's Maybelline Wet Shine polish. It won the Lacquer battle of the drug store nail polishes."

 

"It's lovely" I managed. She began stroking the shaft of my penis, so cruelly nailed to the T planks.

 

"You see, Miles, you've got this huge burden. We all feel it."

 

Gretchen ran her finger up and down the top of my shaft, the bottom being inaccessible because of course of the planks.

 

" Tom thinks you're going to throw him out of the house because of your jealousy issues..."

 

Gretchen kissed my ear and began stroking faster, and my cock filled with blood, making the skin around the nails stretch quite painfully.

 

"I am annoyed at your constant lustful gazing at me and other women." Gretchen toyed with the glans, and I moaned.

 

"You were looking at the neighbor girl, little Cassidy Delozier, just the other day because she was wearing that silly poplin polka-dot thing."

 

I thought of Cassidy Delozier in the silly poplin polka-dot thing and the pain became quite insistent.

"Or what about Faye Lookabaugh, she told me at the A&P that you are always staring at her butt." Gretchen began pulling on my foreskin, what little there was of it.

 

Faye Lookabaugh's butt, twitching in her annoying denim miniskirt, shot through my diseased mind.

 

"And then you jerk off all the time, and I catch you at it, and I feel so hurt" Gretchen suddenly smacked the tip of my penis hard against the T plank.

 

"Buh-but honey," I said with tears in my eyes, "You won't let me touch you, except to give you oral sex, and I have needs too."

 

"You must be joking." Gretchen said, shaking her head. "You think you're supposed to be wasting your seed like that? When the purpose of semen is to propogate the race?"

 

Gretchen shook her head and looked at me again.

 

 "Miles, when I cum, it's not a waste of anything, but you're supposed to not waste your seed. I think it's in the Bible, no spilling."

 

I bit my lip. What the hell could I do to convince her!

 

"But you don't want me to screw you, Gretchen..."

 

"Not often" she corrected me. "Sometimes, when you behave well, you put me in the mood, admittedly, not often."

 

Gretchen tickled the end of my glans with a long nail.

 

"I keep wondering when you'll realize that your lust is just causing you--and me, pain, and weighing us down."

 

Suddenly Gretchen grabbed my head and pushed it into her cleavage--she hadn't allowed me to do that in YEARS, and my dick went hard so fast that the T square shot straight up.

 

"I wonder if I could attach a tray to that and have you serve drinks with your hands locked behind your back." she murmured.

 

I had an image of my hands cuffed behind my back, penis rock hard supporting a tray of Chardonnay glasses for Gretchen and her bitchy little friends.

 

In my imagination, I would go from girl to girl, and they'd each take a glass off my tray, releasing a little weight each time. And of course making ridiculous comments.

 

"You should be in some kind of testosterone catering, Miles!"

 

God, I hope she doesn't do that. Intellectually of course I knew that my penis wasn't strong enough to hold up glasses of wine, but you never knew what Gretchen would do.

 

Now my face was in Gretchen's glorious mounds...oh she had put some kind of perfume on...my dick was getting harder, attempting to separate itself from the board!

 

But the nails were locked in, and so there was just the miserable struggle. Suddenly Gretchen pushed my head away and slapped my face.

 

That helped a bit. My penis went down immediately!

 

"You just want to mess around with me! You don't respect me as a woman at all!!" Gretchen screamed.

 

As she said "all", Gretchen slapped the tip of my cock against the board and I howled.

 

The door opened, and Tom came in, and took a look at the situation.

 

Gretchen, in her hot little corset and panties, and me, naked with the damn plank nailed to the side-skin of my penis!

 

"Where have you been?" asked Gretchen pleasantly. You could tell that she just wanted to fuck Tom constantly, the cheating bitch.

 

But my attitude was why I was in this situation, I had to give up my mysoginistic attitudes, right?

 

"I just bought some stuff to make chili for Stu's place." said Tom. "He's hosting the poker tonight. Hope you can come, Gretch."

 

Gretchen smiled. "I'd love to."

 

Of course he didn't ask me...I was no longer one of the gang.

 

"So how is Miles's re-education going?" Tom asked quite seriously. "Is he still objectifying you, Gretchen?"

 

This, coming from an a lust-driven beer drenched idiot who whistled at anything female between the age of twelve and eighty, was just perfect...

 

And it was sad. Tom and I had always been running buddies before all this started...

 

We used to go bar hopping in college and as young bachelors, we'd gotten caught cheating on our first wives at about the same time, and done the whole bar scene yet again!

 

And now he was a viable man, and I was just this "project" for my feminist wife...too much!

 

Gretchen smiled up at Tom as she began stroking the top of my shaft again. "He just doesn't get it, Tom. He's too focused on me sexually, even with the planks."

 

Tom scratched his chin, thoughtfully. "Golly. I wonder if the problem is insufficient pain. There might be a way to increase his awareness."

 

Tom got a napkin and went through his bag and pulled out a bright orange pepper. "This is a habanero pepper. It's too hot to handle without a napkin, and I got it for the chili, but hold on."

 

Tom went into the kitchen and came back with a rubber glove and some ground up habanero.

 

"Now, you should probably lock Miles's hands behind his back, you know, Gretch?" Tom said as he put the rubber glove on.

 

"No, Miles is trying to prove that he can be a better boy, and I'm going to ask him to sit on his hands." Gretchen said sweetly. "Maybe if he handles this well, we can start treating him like a man again, a secure, normal man like you, Tom."

 

I sat on my hands quickly. I just wanted to get back to the way things were! Tom sat down next to me and with the rubber glove on, began rubbing my dick with the habanero peppers.

 

And I felt as if my dick was on fire. Truly on fire. And I was about to scream. But Gretchen put a finger to my lips.

 

"Honey. Stay on your hands and don't scream. Be a man. I like a man who can take his medicine." Gretchen  looked quite sincere. "Can you be a man for me?"

 

Gretchen gave me a big wet kiss and my cock hardened, despite the fact that it felt as if it was being ignited with gasoline.

 

It was quite hard for me to stay on my hands. My dick was nailed to a plank and was being burned up with habanero peppers.

 

I had to turn away from Gretchen's kissing mouth and grit my teeth, and my eyes watered.

 

"Oh, you don't want me to kiss you?" Gretchen said innocently.

 

"No, no I like it but..." The pain was horrible. Tears were streaming out of my eyes like there was no tomorrow.

It was too much, I jumped off the sofa and ran into the shower, where my plank slammed against the shower wall as I turned on the cold water...

 

It took forty minutes of cold water before my penis stopped screaming!

 

Gretchen was terribly disappointed when I came back into the living room, but Tom was upstairs laughing his ass off.

 

"I just don't think you care about anything but your dick" Gretchen said sadly. "We are going downhill fast as a couple."

 

I worried that I might lose her to Tom, or just lose her!

 

But later on that evening, Tom and Gretchen said they had yet another surprise for me. They'd decided to take me to the poker game!

 

I was cuffed with the Police Handcuffs, and thrown in the back of Tom's van, as the planks made it difficult to sit in our BMW.

 

When we got to Stu's, there were three strange women there...dressed in hot outfits, and they were obviously strippers.

 

One was wearing a nurse outfit, another had a snug T-shirt with a heart emblazoned on the front, and it said "Cupid's Slut"

 

The third was in a bizaare Bumblebee outfit, with tight striped top and huge wings.

 

I will not go into great detail, but while the poker game went on, the strippers took turns giving me extensive lap dances, and of course they sat on the plank, which was horribly painful...

 

Gretchen had primed them well with my Platinum Visa card!

 

Perhaps the worst of the three girls was the one in the Bumblebee costume.

 

She was really angry at men, I could just tell that, but she was also very cute.

 

The Bee had very short pixie cut hair with little bangs, and very big boobs...and she knew how to pout.

 

The Bee sat on the board as I sat on the couch, and moved closer.

 

Suddenly The Bee pulled down her top to show me full alabaster breasts with rose colored nipples.

 

"Don't you want to kiss my honeys, douchebag?" The Bee asked this in a husky voice. "C'mon, you can put one of them in your mouth if you like."

 

I leaned towards her nipple, but the Bee slipped away from me, jumping off the plank and holding the end of the T cross against her stomach.

 

I kept trying to lean towards her beautiful boobs, but of course I was nailed to the plank, and couldn't really get up off of it, with her holding the end.

 

"What's wrong, dork?" The Bee asked innocently. "I don't know what kinda stupid asshole you was to let someone nail yer dong to this wood, but you want my boobies?"

 

The Bee jiggled her breasts at me, and weeping tears of frustration, I tried to lean towards her.

 

But as I got up, The Bee grabbed the plank and began dancing with it, shaking my dick and balls so I almost fell down.

 

"C'mon, jerk-off, doncha want to suck on my titties?" The Bee asked, snapping her gum enthusiastically. "Cantcha get off this board?"

 

I tried to back away to get the board out of her hands, but she held on tight, and then I tried to pull towards her to grab her boobs, but then The Bee pulled the board up and I fell on my ass and the poker players and the other girls went into hysterics.

 

As I was lying there, The Bee came around and put one glorious leg over me and squatted, so that she was leaning against the board, rubbing her crotch area against my nailed dick.

 

As I watched, The Bee undid the buttons of her crotch thingie, and pulled it up, showing a vagina with the hair shaved into the shape of a heart.

 

The Bee began rubbing my dick with her wet pussy, crooning. "Doncha wish you could fuck me wid dat dick? But you was a fool, you nailed it to the board...your dick was crucified."

 

The room went into hysterics again. The Bee was quite an entertainer. She ground her crotch up and down my nailed dick and I felt it pulsating intensely.

 

"Can you jerk off like that?" The Bee wondered. "Why don't you at least get off that way, piggie?"

 

"I left the keys to the handcuffs at home, it's too bad." Tom said, shaking his head and laughing. "You could try and give him a handjob, though."

 

The Bee smiled. "Yer missus--"she nodded at Gretchen--"give me a thousand dollars for tonight, so why not?"

 

The Bee stepped over me and helped me up. "You just stand there, big boy." She went to her bag and got some lubricant out.

 

The Bee rubbed and stroked my cock with her cute little fingers, giving me occasional looks at her glorious breasts.

 

She was really cute in the Bee outfit, with the wings and everything, and I began getting harder and harder, until finally my penis was almost pulling away from the plank.

 

The pain was truly excruciating, but I almost didn't notice it as I was so possessed by The Bee's incredibly cute boobs. She knew it, too.

 

"You likee my tits, hon?" The Bee decided that instead of not allowing me to touch her tits, she would rub them on my nailed dick, so she got down on the floor and rubbed them until my dick was just swelling something awful.

 

I began panting and she was panting and it got really hot, and then suddenly The Bee was dragged off of me by Gretchen.

 

"Well, I can't believe it." Gretchen said in disgust. "Even in your masochistic state, your dick takes over. I guess I'm going to have to do something to distract you and make you realize your true value, Milesey."

 

So she made me put hot pink lip gloss on and suck off the six men at the poker game! Stu was confused at what to do and he peed down my throat instead, but Gretchen made me lick up every drop!

 

 The strippers watched and laughed, but The Bee looked just a bit sympathetic.

 

Finally, I was loaded back into Tom's van and taken home, where Gretchen, still disgusted, made me sleep in the basement, which was quite cold for fall.

 

"But what about the nails, honey?" I begged. "Don't you think maybe you should take the planks off...I can't sleep in this pain, you know."

 

But she didn't even take the damn handcuffs off! I lay on my side on the cold basement floor, the unpleasant board still nailed to my genitals and I eventually fell into a fevered sleep.

 

Around four in the morning, Gretchen shook me awake and guided me upstairs.

 

 Gretchen unlocked the handcuffs and then used a hammer to pull the nails out of my dick, and the plank was finally removed.

 

Rubbing my dick with witch hazel, Gretchen kissed me softly.

 

"Honey, I do this for your own good. I just want you to understand that your male demands have really played hell in this marriage!"

 

She asked if I would try to improve, and what could I say? I told her I'd do whatever I could.

So that was it for the planks, thank goodness. I had been worried that the entire week would be lugging the damn thing around.

 

I had actually worried that Tom might attach bigger and bigger boards to my dick, and that I possibly would be unable to get out of the door in case of a fire!

 

But I knew I was on thin ice with  Gretchen...and although I was tempted to be short with her sometimes, I was careful!"

 

"Miles, Estelle Karpinski says you were ogling her when she and Janet went running this morning. She says she felt like you were undressing her with your eyes."

   or

 

"Miles, you spent a long time in the bathroom this morning. I hope you weren't playing with your wang-wang...I assure you that's strictly prohibited."

 

  or

 

"Miles, Tom said that when you mowed the lawn yesterday, you didn't clip around the edges as we've asked you to. Is this going to be  a problem?"

 

It seemed as if I was spending half my time apologizing to Gretchen, and the other half wondering where she was going.

 

Gretchen spent a lot of time with my old friends Tom, Stu and Cade, and often I'd walk in after work and she'd be smoking a joint with her Negro friend Adonis-Lloyd Baskerville.

 

And of course she wasn't much interested in fooling around with me...I tried to approach her for sex and Gretchen was tired a lot, and her breasts, she said were "sensitive."

 

One night I was sitting next to her and oh, Gretchen's 36DD's were encased in this creamy ivory acrylic V-neck knit sweater  with embroidered roses all over it.

 

We were watching "Third Rock from the Sun" and Gretchen was laughing at John Lithgow's antics with the uptight Jane Curtin character.

 

As Gretchen laughed, the sweater bounced against her full breasts, and I just bit the inside of my lip staring at her.

 

When she bent over to get her beer, I could see the hint of a black lace bra, one I was quite familiar with.

 

Wouldn't it be nice if she took off the sweater and let me play with her breasts?

 

 It had been so long since I'd had her nipples in my mouth...

 

I tried touching Gretchen's arm. "Honey, I thought..."

 

Gretchen slapped my hand. "Shut it, Milesey, I'm concentrating here." She laughed again and the roses bounced on her boobs.

 

The sweater was short and pulled up to show her midriff, and although Gretch is chubby in the right places, she has a nice flat stomach.

 

I used to tickle Gretchen's adorable stomach when we were dating and in the early years of our marriage, and she got a kick out of it.

 

I reached over to touch it now and she slapped me again, this time on the cheek. "Goddamn it, I'm not going to tell you again, Miles."

 

Gretchen turned to the set again, and I stomped my foot like an enraged five year old. It just wasn't fair.

 

"Goddamnit, I've been doing everything around here, trying to get on your good side, can't you pay some attention to me?"

 

Gretchen looked at me coldly. "Get up and go into the bedroom, and get me the Spencer paddle. Take off your pants and underpants and come back in here."

 

I stamped my foot again. "Damn it, woman, I pay the bills and your ridiculous Visa charges, and I expect some good treatment."

 

Gretchen leaned forward, and oh, I could see the tops of her full breasts...a glorious cleavage if there ever was one--

 

"I said go into the bedroom and get me the Spencer paddle. If I have to go get it myself, you're going to regret it, Miles."

 

Angry tears came into my eyes. I gritted my teeth and balled my fists, but I knew the phrase "regret it" was one to take seriously.

 

I went into the bedroom, and removed my pants and underpants and tied my shirt up over my crotch, and sighed.

 

And then I went to the middle drawer and took out the horrible nine holed Spencer paddle.

The paddle--no it had twelve holes. Three rows of four holes, and it was damned heavy. I thought of Gretchen in her rosebud sweater and began getting hard...

 

I hurried into the living room. I handed her the paddle and looked at the floor. Gretchen had turned the television off.

 

"Miles, I had a difficult day today. I had to help Adonis-Lloyd deal with his pig of a probation officer, and then I went handbag shopping with the girls, and the cashier  was a bitch."

 

I wanted to protest that I had been working on equity capital markets all day, but I just stood there.

 

Gretchen slapped the Spencer paddle against her knee as she spoke and her breasts bounced. I got quite excited.

 

"And I don't need to come home from a hard day and have you interrupt my show with--what the hell's that?"

 

Gretchen looked at my erection in horror. Raising the paddle she swatted it, and I nearly keeled over.

 

I looked up again, tears streaming down my face, and Gretchen looked unapologetically at my now quite limp penis.

 

"Good, good. For God's sake, Miles. I'm trying to discipline you, and all you fucking think about is getting in my pants!"

 

Gretchen touched my cock with a finger, flicking it a bit.

 

"I love you and that's why I discipline you, and... God it's hot in here."

 

Gretchen lay down the paddle for a moment and pulled off her rose covered sweater. There were her full pink breasts just bursting out of the black bra.

 

"Now as I was saying--Oh, God there it is again!"

 

Gretchen bit her lip as she saw my cock bounce up again.

 

THWAP! The Spencer paddle hit the end of my cock and I fell on my knees, sobbing piteously. Finally I got up again, and tried to think about baseball scores.

 

"Boggs earned two earned runs and five hits over five innings against the Cincinnati Reds on June 10th for his first career victory, but he was reached for four earned runs in only 4 1/3 innings against the Philadelphia Phillies on Sunday. However, he did not receive a decision against the Phillies."

 

My penis fell back, just a little.

 

Gretchen looked at me reproachfully, as she stroked one breast. "I just don't understand your fascination with my chest, Miles. I feel like a cow udder on display."

 

She rubbed the other breast, and a nipple flashed. "I mean, here I am trying to discipline you for being such a nuisance when I'm having relaxation time, but you fucking come on like Jack the Ripper."

 

"Besides, these breasts aren't for your use anymore, Miles." Gretchen said severely. "I want real men to touch me up here. You're just a grubby little queer who I made the mistake of marrying."

 

I looked at the floor, and tears came into my eyes, yet again.

 

"Just accept it, and move on, Miles. We have a nice friendly relationship, but I don't want you focusing on my breasts any more---oh, there's that erection again!"

 

SNAP! The paddle struck my poor cock once more, and I bent over in tears, before looking up at my beautiful wife.

 

Finally, Gretchen pointed to her lap with a red nail, and I sighed and bent over. I cinched my buttocks together, but knew that would be scant help.

 

WHACK! WHACK! THWACK! How painfully the paddle bounced off my cheeks, I felt as if I would lose my mind.

 

Gretchen hit me thirty times before letting me get up. "Now go stand in the corner, and keep your mouth shut."

 

I heard the click of her remote as I trudged tearfully off to the corner, my buttocks blazing.

It seemed  like forever, standing in the corner.  My dick still stung and my butt felt like ground beef. Gretchen seemed to have forgotten my existence.

 

Staring into a corner is terribly boring, and I couldn't seem to entertain myself because I was in so much pain from the whipping.

 

I assumed that Gretchen would eventually forgive me and invite me over for a hug, or at least some more verbal abuse, but there was nothing.

 

Nothing.

 

I began wishing I'd just sat and watched television with her. This was horribly boring.

 

Gretchen watched several TV shows. At one point I turned around.

 

"Dear, can I come out now? It's been forty-five minutes."

 

Gretchen looked over at me calmly. "Come here, Miles."

 

I walked over to her eagerly. She still hadn't put her sweater on. Maybe it would be fun time now.

 

When I reached her, sitting on the couch, Gretchen pointed to her lap again. "Lie over it. You apparently have learned nothing."

 

I began blubbering. "N-no, please honey, don't--"

 

Gretchen reached up and grabbed my nipple through my shirt and dragged me over onto her lap as I screamed.

 

WHACK! "When I tell you--"THWACK! "To stay in the corner" SLASH! "You stay in the corner!"THWAP!

 

Another thirty with the heavy wooden Spencer paddle, and then she tossed me off her lap, and I began sobbing loudly.

 

"Now get back in the corner. If you bother me again, I'll get my leather scourge, so get with it, asshole!"

 

I ran back to the corner, sobbing like a four year old girl.

 

I stood for nearly an hour more, my legs aching. This was one hellish time-out! Suddenly I heard the door opening.

 

Tom's voice came up quite loudly. "Hey what's up Gretch? Check out the BB gun Stu has bought for his nephew...cool huh?"

 

Gretchen: "Cade, Stu, Tom! God I'm glad you guys are here, I've been so fuckin' bored!"

 

I heard Gretchen kissing the men on the cheek, and waited for the inevitable comments about my red bottom in the corner.

 

Cade's voice: "Oh fuck, what's going on with Miles? His butt looks like--Miles, come over here!"

 

Gretchen: "Miles is being punished. He can't leave the corner until I say so, and I'm sick of him."

 

I began weeping in the corner softly, and then not so softly.

 

WHAM! Someone threw an almost full beer can and it hit me on the back of the head, spilling down my back.

 

"Miles is a queer-boy, la-la-la" came Stu's voice to the tune of the childhood Nah-nah-nah...

 

Ker-thunk! A heavy glass ashtray slammed into the back of my head, and I just hid my face in my hands, weeping softly.

 

"Wait, lemme see the BB gun...no, it won't hurt him" came Tom's voice.

PING! I jumped and howled Oh, the pain on my butt. PING! PING! PING! The BBs were coming quicker and one got me between the legs, on my balls.

 

Gretchen roared. "Oh, you guys are a RIOT!"

PING! PING! PING! Now the BBs were hitting me on my back, on my arms and elbows. I was dancing in pain.

 

"Wait, wait...I have a cool idea." Gretchen said, and she got up and guided me out of the corner. "I have to get Miles that leather hood to cover his eyes and face, and then we can have fun."

 

Fun?

 

That evening was unbelievable. The hood did protect my eyes and face, but it also prevented me from seeing anything.

 

I was cuffed and shackled to the garage wall, and my "friends" all took turns shooting me in the penis with the air rifle.

 

When my cock wilted from excessive BB hits, Gretchen would halt the process and come sit next to me, still in her hot little black bra.

 

She'd take off the hood and kiss me with deep tongue, stroking my cock until it was in its previous frustrated state.

It had been some time since I'd had an orgasm so it was relatively easy.

 

But then the hood would go on again and it was PING! PING! SCREAM!

 

There were stings all over my glans, my shaft and balls, to the point that I was about to lose my mind...but then she'd stroke and kiss me again, and I'd be ready for more!

 

At the end of the evening, Gretchen left my cuffs on me, but let me masturbate by rubbing my dick against the garage floor while the guys sang "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling!"

 

Then they went back in the house and let me just cry myself to sleep on the garage floor!

 

For about a week after that, I didn't see much of Gretchen, but fortunately there wasn't much punishment either...

 

One night she was home and relaxing in a hot little teddy and I began begging her once again to let me suck her tits and mess around with her.

 

Exasperated, Gretchen bound my hands and feet. "I just don't feel safe around you, you know?"

 

Gretchen shook her head disgustedly. She pulled the teddy off...

 

I always forgot what a beautiful body she had.

 

Gretchen began rubbing lotion on her breasts as I watched hungrily. She kept giving me contemptuous looks, but what could I do?

 

"I am so sick of you and your demands." she said. "When the hell are you going to stop slobbering on me?"

 

Gretchen rubbed her breasts some more, and used her thumbs to make her nipples very hard. Watching me drool, she jiggled her breasts a little and laughed.

 

"Honey, don't you get it? Won't you ever get it? You're a needy little geek. I don't like geeks. I like men."

 

I hung my head. It was true. I was a sissy and a geek, and had not much sex appeal. Oh, her breasts were so beautiful!

 

Gretchen squirted more lotion on her breasts, and rubbed them vigorously. "This is good. They’re getting nice and soft."

 

I began weeping softly.

 

"God you cry all the time these days, Miles" Gretch said disgustedly. "It's sickening. I remember when I used to let you rub my breasts, but you just give me the creeps now."

 

 Gretchen stopped rubbing her breasts and came over to where she'd tied me up, shaking her boobs in my face.

 

"I know you want them," Gretchen said airily. "You are so desperate for a woman's titties, I recall your activity with that whore in the Bee costume."

 

I flashed on my penis being nailed to the board, and The Bee taunting me with her quite adorable mammaries.

 

I was a sick one, there was no doubt about it!

 

Gretchen waved her alabaster breasts in my face some more. "It must be something to do with your mother denying you the nipple when you were a baby."

 

I dimly recalled hearing as a child that Mother had turned me over to nurses when I was three weeks old so she could go on a nine month tour of the world.

 

Was that why I was so desperate for the nipple?

 

"I don't blame your mother, frankly," Gretchen said derisively. "I saw pictures of you as a child, and I wouldn't give you my nipple either."

 

God, she could be cruel.

 

Gretchen returned to stroking her breasts, now only inches from my mouth.

 

 "Yes, you'd like to play with my honeys, wouldn't you Milesey? And slurp on them like a pig at a trough."

 

Gretchen put her nipple very close to my face, and I reached my head out to lick it, being bound at hands and feet.

 

SLAP! Gretch's hand crashed across my cheek and I backed off hurriedly. My cheek stung. She'd been lifting weights!

 

"What makes you think you have a right to suck on my breasts?" Gretchen said angrily. "They're for real men, like I've said before...not controlling little boys."

 

The living room door opened and Tom came in, and saw me tied up as usual. He began laughing, but Gretchen motioned him over.

 

"Tommy, suck on my boobies will you?" she said appealingly. "They need some love right now."

 

Tom grinned and got down on  one  knee and began kissing and sucking on my wife's breasts. Gretchen moaned with exaggerated pleasure.

 

"See how nice that is for me?" she asked in a lilting voice. "Because he's a real man. Not some sissified faggot like you."

 

Tom stopped for a moment. "I want to titty-fuck you, Gretch."

 

Gretchen nodded, and Tom unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, which was quite large and dark.

 

"Oooh, look at that nice big penis" Gretchen said cheerfully. "Finally something that will thrill me unlike a certain three incher that I know about."

 

"My dick is three and a half inches" I said hotly, but they were ignoring me. Tom began rubbing his penis between Gretchen's big breasts, and panting more and more.

 

I recalled the early days in our marriage when I'd been allowed to do that...

 

Tom slammed his dick between Gretchen's boobs as she lay down on the floor and moaned more and more, and suddenly he came all over her chest.

 

It was a huge mess! Gretchen told Tom to untie me, and she ordered me to lick Tom's semen off her beautiful boobs, and  since I was so desperate to kiss her honeys, I did!

 

 A few days later, Gretchen told me that she'd made an appointment for us with a therapist. "We really have stuff to discuss, Milesey."

 

"What-what sort of therapist is he?" I asked nervously. "Are we going back to Dr.Strazewski again?"

 

He had been the marriage counselor who had charged us an arm and a leg to "communicate" more.

 

"No, Strazewski was air headed windbag closet case. Nash is much more proactive." Gretchen leaned back in her chair, licking her lips. "Yes, he is."

 

Peculiarly, Nash did not have an office downtown as most psychologists do, just a modest suburban house, and once on the porch, we rang the bell.

 

The door opened and a dark haired girl with full lips in a bathrobe looked out. "May I help you?"

 

"Yes, we're here to see  Master Nash." Gretchen said pleasantly.

 

Master Nash?

 

The girl let us in and shut the door, locking it behind her.

 

"You're Mistress Gretchen?" The girl, although actually taller than Gretchen (and myself) seemed to look up at Gretchen as if she were a child looking up at Mom.

 

"I'm Gretchen Unowicz, that's right, and this is my husband Miles." Gretchen smiled at the girl, who then behaved astonishingly.

 

She took off her robe, and dropped to her knees. Naked and with quite a set of big breasts, the girl looked up at Gretchen appealingly.

 

"Mistress Gretchen, I am Master Nash's worthless slave Pauline. Before I show you to the Master's quarters, will you be needing any refreshment?"

 

Gretchen gave me a "Now this is how I like to be treated" look before gazing back down at Pauline. "No, sweetheart, I'm all right."

 

Pauline rose to her feet and escorted us to a small room off the living room. "This is Master's Parlor" she said "Please make yourselves comfortable."

 Pauline looked earnestly into Gretchen's eyes. "Mrs. Unowicz, Master Nash wanted me to tell you that if you have any irritated feelings, it's helpful to get them out of your system before the session."

 

Gretchen smiled gently. "I-I'm okay, Pauline, really." Gretchen looked at me and back at Pauline. "But don't you want to put your clothes on honey?"

 

Pauline beamed at Gretchen and shook her head no.

 

Why wasn't Pauline looking at or speaking to me? I was irritated as all hell.

 

Pauline smiled and touched Gretchen's hand.

"N-no really, Miss Gretchen. Anything, any tensions, if anyone cut you off in traffic today, whatever might be going on with you could be toxic.

Is there anything?"

 

"Um, well, I guess there have been minor irritations," Gretchen acknowledged. "I mean, I'm here, anyway, why?"

 

Pauline bowed her beautiful dark head and then walked over to a table where there was a long switch made of hazel or hickory.

 

Pauline brought the switch over to Gretchen. "Mrs. Unowicz--Mistress Gretchen, you can take your annoyances out on me.

Please whip my breasts until you feel less tense, ma'am...please."

 

Gretchen took the switch gingerly in her hand and tapped it. "Pauline, I don't want to hurt you, you've done nothing to me except be a good  little hostess--"

 

Pauline touched Gretchen's arm. "P-please. Or Master Nash will think I've been neglecting you. It'll be good for us both."

 

Seeing Gretchen's assent, Pauline backed up a bit and put her hands behind her back, arching her back and jutting out her beautiful breasts.

 

Gretchen took the switch and lightly swatted Pauline on her right breast, a swat that would have made me squeal, but the girl didn't make a move.

 

"Mistress Gretchen, I'm sure you can do better than that," Pauline said, and smiled to hide her impudence.

 

Gretchen smiled herself, and then held the switch back

 

WHACK! WHACK! THWACK! SNAP!

 

Long red marks began appearing on Pauline's beautiful white breasts, but she didn't utter a sound.

 

Gretchen looked at me in contempt, for we both knew how loudly I would have been screaming!

 

Gretchen lifted her arm and brought the switch across Pauline's breasts about six more times, and other than one swift intake of breath, the girl said nothing.

 

Suddenly, it seemed as if Gretchen's personality was changing. There was a fire in her eyes!

 

"Pauline, grab your ankles, I want to make that  little derriere of yours shake a bit!" Gretchen said with teeth clenched.

 

Pauline bent over and grabbed her ankles and Gretchen sidled behind her and worked her over with the switch until the girl finally cried out.

 

"Okay, you little smartass, you can get up now!" Gretchen said, tossing the switch across the room.

 

Pauline got up, and there were a few tears, but she was one tough cookie. She took Gretchen's hand and kissed it.

 

"Master Nash will be with you shortly." she said, and limped out of the room with as much dignity as possible.

 

We then sat on a couch and Pauline bowed deeply, and retired from the room.

 

I was somewhat aroused by Pauline, but I remonstrated with Gretchen.

 

"Look here, this Nash fellow can't be licensed if he has women running around in the nude, much less having you hit them...what sort of shrink is he?"

 

Gretchen snorted. "Nash isn't a shrink, Miles...he's a dynamic mender of marriages. His academic qualifications I know nothing about."

 

"That's because I don't have any!" came a masculine laugh. We looked up and a short, balding fellow with tortoiseshell glasses was walking in the room.

 

"No, I never even finished high school--it was that damn geometry!" Master Nash sat down on a Barcalounger facing our couch. "That and the assemblies, which were far  too boring."

Just as we were going to start, Pauline came in again with some tea, which she put on the coffee table. Nash smiled at her, and looked at Gretchen.

 

"Did Pauline inform you about getting your aggressions out?"

 

Gretchen nodded enthusiastically. "She takes pain a lot better than some people I know" I blushed, of course.

 

"Did she give you the switch and the nettles to use on her?" Nash asked eagerly.

 

Pauline all of a sudden began shaking the teacups nervously.

 

"No, nettles?  No...Just the switch, but that was good enough." Gretchen said cheerfully.

 

Nash looked up at Pauline through his little round spectacles. "Well now, Pauline, you disobeyed Master, didn't you?"

 

Pauline's face grew dead white. "I-I'm sorry, Master Nash I-I'm terrified of the nettles, they're so painful!"

 

I couldn't understand what a beautiful girl like Pauline was doing hanging around a dork like this Master Nash.

 

Nash was far geekier than I---skinny arms and legs AND a pot belly. But there was confidence in his manner, for sure.

 

"Well, I'm not going to whip you with nettles, though you certainly deserve it for disobeying me." Nash said pleasantly.

 

Pauline smiled hesitatingly. "Thank you, Master, I'll be better next--"

 

"Go get me the cactus branches, honey." Nash said, and we all watched Pauline's face fall into her hands, and she began sobbing.

 

But when she looked up at Nash, his own face was implacable. Pauline cried harder and ran from the room.

A few moments later, she came back with a small plant with bright green leaves with nasty thorns sticking out of each leaf.

 

 

"Ah yes, my favorites" Nash said happily "Euphorbia grandicornis , my favorite kind of cactus."

 

Nash snipped off a cactus leaf and motioned the weeping Pauline over.

 

I expected a horrible punishment, but it was just two quick swipes of Nash's surprisingly strong hands across Pauline's full breasts.

 

Pauline stood normally for a moment, and then bent over, grabbing her breasts and wailing. Nash snapped his fingers.

 

Pauline grabbed a small sofa cushion  and bit it.

 

"I am training her to not make noise, but it isn't easy you know" Nash said. "Pauline is getting better at being a  pain recipient, but it's one day at a time."

 

Finally Pauline took the tea, the cactus and her aching breasts away, and we got down to business.

 

I figured, like most counseling sessions, both husband and wife would tell their sides of the story and there would be mediation, but I figured wrong.

 

"So! Gretchen." Nash said, smiling at my wife. "What can we do to improve Miles? Did you employ any of my tough love suggestions?"

 

Gretchen nodded her head. "I've whipped him, humiliated him, and dressed him in drag, but he's still a controlling asshole.

 

 He thinks he can tell everyone how to live, and when he's not putting his filthy hands all over me, he's playing with himself. It's disgusting!"

 

Nash looked at me and shook his head. "Guys like you make me sick." he said depressedly. "You just ruin the outlook of cheerful women like our Gretchen."

 

"What the hell?" I asked, outraged. "You haven't even heard my side of this. And was it you who recommended she put makeup on me? What the--"

 

Nash stepped up, hopping over the coffee table. He pulled me up by the collar and shook me.

 

"We don't need to hear your bullshit young man." Nash said, his face close to mine. "Your Mistress and I are trying to save your life here."

 

I struggled against Miles, who was about a foot shorter than I was, and he reached into my crotch and squeezed, and I fell to my knees, crying.

Miles stepped back and I got up, tears streaming down my cheeks, and a dull pain between my legs.

 

I sat down on the couch, staring at my belt buckle.

 

Gretchen didn't seem to care that I had just been assaulted by this stranger.

 

You'd think she'd be upset, but after all,she'd been encouraged to assault his receptionist so...

 

All bets were off around here, apparently!

 

"See how mouthy Miles is?" Gretchen asked Nash with disgust in her tone. "I just can't control him anymore. He's too persnickety."

 

"I'm not--you're not supposed to be controlling me!" I said angrily. "Who the hell do you think you are, woman?"

 

Gretchen looked at me and burst into tears.

 

Nash got up again, and I cringed into the couch, wondering if he was going to assault my crotch again.

 

But Nash took a piece of chalk out of his pocket and drew a circle about the size of a basketball on the hardwood floor.

 

"Now, Miles." Nash said in a level voice. "I think Mistress Gretchen and I have had enough of your lip.

 

Unless you want me to give you the whipping of your life right now, you're going to stand in this circle with your hands on your ankles and say NOTHING until I tell you to."

 

"Yeah, you can grab your ankles like Pauline did, asshole!" Gretchen spouted snarkily.

 

I'd had enough. "Go to hell, you quack!"

 

 I'd been a boxer in school, almost made Golden Gloves, and I wouldn't take anything from this idiot.

 

But as I advanced on him to swing, Nash calmly reached up and grabbed me by the ear.

 

 As I struggled, Nash began shaking my head by the ear until I was quite dizzy.

 

Nash pointed to the discarded switch that Gretchen had used on Pauline.  Gretchen eagerly handed to Nash.

 

"Now, sir, take down your britches!" Nash let go of my ear, and I was almost shaking in fear and rage...but I found myself fumbling with my zipper!

 

Nash pointed to the couch and I shuffled over and bent over it, my pants now down at my ankles, along with my undies.

 

Nash stepped over. "I want you to say after each stroke, 'Master I apologize and will treat Mistress Gretchen with respect.' Every time, Miles!"

 

The whacks sounded like pistol shots, and didn't feel much better. By the third slash across my exposed cheeks, I could barely make out

"Muh-(sob) Master I apol (gasp)logize and wuh-will (sob) please no more--treat Mis-(sob) tress Gretchen with (Sob) respect!"

 

After he'd hit me about thirty times, Nash ordered me to strip and stand in the circle.

 

"I don't think I can bend low enough to grab my ankles." I whined.

 

Nash laughed and punched me in the stomach, hard. After I nearly split myself in half, he handcuffed my wrists to my ankles.

 

"Now, Gretchen, why don't we go in the other room and get a drink and have a nice relaxing talk?" Nash smiled at my wife.

 

He rang a bell, and by just barely being able to look up from my horrible crouched form, I could see Pauline come in.

 

"Pauline, why don't you take this switch and give our Milesey a lick if he steps out of the circle, though of course he can't step much of anywhere?"

 

Gretchen and Miles went into the other room, and Pauline, gorgeous as she was, sat down and began watching television.

 

A few moments later, I stumbled, just a bit, and my toe came outside the circle.

 

Pauline of course jumped up and WHACK WHACK! got me back inside the circle...and it went on and on!

I began getting terribly cramped, being bent over and cuffed like that, but I dared not mention this to Pauline.

 

 At some point she got bored with "The View" and turned to talk with me.

 

"What's your problem, dude?" Pauline asked curiously. "Are you having problems with being a submissive?"

 

I tried to look up at her, but it was almost impossible.

 

"Well, I guess I was the one to introduce my wife to BDSM, and I like it as a fantasy, but not as a 24/7 thing."

 

I tried to move, but almost fell over.

 

 "Gretchen's begun taking advantage, getting my friends to humiliate me, cheating on me with my friends, and being a real bitch."

 

Pauline waved the switch warningly. "No verbal abuse of the Mistress there, bub. Look, don't you see the freedom in being a happy submissive?"

 

I just sighed. I didn't know what she meant by "freedom" as I was cuffed to my ankles just then.

 

Pauline smiled. "You must have some desire to be a submissive if you haven't left your wife after she's put you through all this. Am I wrong? Don't you get off on it? Your cock is hard enough."

 

I looked at my cock, and indeed it was hard.

 

"Yes, it does arouse me, but the fantasy is much easier than the reality, Pauline. I miss the normal life of being my own man."

 

Pauline snorted. "The normal life is over-rated, Miles.

 

 Before I met Nash I was a martini-swilling, three pack-a day smoker as well as being a bulemic and a self-mutilating cutter.

 

I'd been in therapy for fifteen years, and had had a deviated septum operation because of cocaine abuse, and an ulcer.

 

 I was honorary vice president of my father's chain of luggage stores, and made $300,000 a year  and I was miserable."

 

Pauline sighed, no doubt thinking of the old days. "I met Master Nash through a BDSM club and my life is wonderful now...

 

I let Master make all my decisions, and my only responsibility is  doing as he tells me to and being the best submissive I can be...

 

And I'm incredibly happy...my life is finally controlled.

 

From being a spoiled brat who had been kicked out of seven prep schools, I am now mentally healthy, unselfish and considerate of others...and I laugh!"

 

I wanted to argue with Pauline that her way of life was mentally ill,but I was not in the position to argue much of anything!

 

"Miles, you should try to be a good slaveboy" Pauline said earnestly.

 

"Your wife knows what's best for you, and with Master Nash's help, you'll have one hell of a life!"

 

"B-but Pauline," I protested, "I just can't take all this punishment...she hits me so hard, and...."

 

Pauline snickered. "And you're a little crybaby?

 

 I can just imagine. I was a wailer too when Master Nash took me under his wing...but I've learned to control myself."

 

Pauline got up and brought the switch to where my butt was sticking out, as my hands were of course cuffed to my ankles.

 

"I'm going to teach you not to scream. Can you take a few? Let's see!"

 

I noted bitterly that Pauline was not waiting for me to answer...

 

She lifted the switch. WHACK! THWAP! SMACK!

 

"Now, was that so bad?" Pauline asked considerately.

 

"Oh, no." I said between my teeth. "It's peachy."

 Pauline whacked my butt a few more times and then got up and went out of the room. When she returned, she had the key to my handcuffs.

 

"I'm unlocking you, because Master Nash said I can train you to take pain if I want...he might give me an orgasm if I do a good job."

 

After I was unlocked, Pauline instructed me to stand in front of her  as she sat on the couch. She had come up with a school ruler, an evil looking metal one.

 

Pauline began stroking my cock after oiling her palm, and was she good at it!

 

"There we go baby...look how hard that big boy is getting."

Pauline's voice was as smooth as silk, and she tickled the underside of my cock, and I began moaning and panting.

 

My penis, in Pauline's manicured fingers was growing into an MX missile!

 

"Niiice and big, what a big boy you've got there." Pauline said with satisfaction.

 

 "Now for our little test. Put your hands behind your head...no cuffs. Now hold on."

 

Pauline lifted the metal ruler SMACK! SLASH! SCRACK!

 

The metal ruler bounced and slashed my poor cock until it felt like it had been hit by particularly cruel lightning

 

Immediately, I grabbed at my painful, flailing erection, and fell to my knees screaming and crying.

 

"No no, little man." Pauline said with extreme patience. "Back up on our pins now, and we'll try again...."

 

I got up, tears blearing my eyes, and still rubbing my savaged cock. "Oh p-please don't do that again, Pauline."

 

"What's wrong, baby?" Pauline asked affectionately. "Don't you want to learn to be a tough little submissive, like me?"

 

I nodded, wiping my snotty nose, and put my trembling hands behind my head again. Pauline began rubbing and stroking my cock again.

 

I thought after the initial whipping, that my penis would never erect again,but amazingly, it hardened right up.

"Miles, you have to be a little man now. Don't you want to impress me?" Pauline asked  imploringly.

 

That was it, she put me on my mettle.

 

 

Pauline raised the metal ruler, and I closed my eyes.

 

SMACK! WHACK!

 

The pain singed my penis like she'd thrown a lit match at it, but I stood my ground and tried not to utter a sound.

 

WHACK! SNAP! CLONK!

 

I had to grab my wrist with my hand to keep it locked behind my head, as my cock was in intense pain, and the tip looked as if it were a siren on an ambulance.

 

SLASH! SMASH! CRASH!

 

Pauline's voice came. "Good boy, just a little more, be a big man for just a little more, and you'll make Pauline so proud."

 

SMACK! CRACK! CLAP! WHAP!

 

I bit my lip until it bled, but emitted no sound whatsoever.

 

Finally, Pauline stopped with the metal ruler, and clapped her hands.

 

"What a big, strong fella you are, Miles!" Pauline leaned over and gave me a big smooch.

 

"That's the kind of sexy slave that will impress Mistress Gretchen!" Pauline looked so pleased and proud.

 

"So it's over now?" I asked, finally taking my hands down from behind my head.

"Now we have to go a little further." Pauline said, with an encouraging wink.

 

"Your manhood will really be tested now, Miles, but it'll all be worth it in the end."

 

Pauline went to a chest of drawers and brought back a bag of clothespins, like I'd not seen since Mother bought her first Maytag.

 

"Now put those bad hands behind your head again, big boy, the fun's just about to start" Pauline said affectionately.

 

Pauline opened the spring of one of the clothespins and closed it on my right nipple.

 

The pain was unbearable. "Oww! Take it off, take it off!" I was jumping up and down, and Pauline thwacked the side of my head with the metal ruler to calm me down.

 

"I am appalled at your immaturity, Miles." Pauline said severely. "I can't believe you can't take the impact of one little clothespin."

 

Pauline reached over and stroked my chin in a sweet, loving way. She opened her big brown eyes and possessed me with them.

 

"Honey, the pain of the clothespin is a sensation you have to welcome. Just let it into your heart, like the good submissive you are."

 

I closed my eyes tightly and tried to focus away from the incredible pain emanating from my right nipple. It felt as if a dog was biting it, though.

 

Pauline ruffled my hair with her hand and then put another clothespin on my left nipple, and I began sobbing silently.

 

But, I was keeping my hands behind my head and digging my toes into the hardwood floor to keep my composure.

 

Pauline touched my chin and looked deep into my eyes. "That's right, darling.

 

Offer the pain up to your Goddess Gretchen. Think of all the hassle you've put her through. This is just a sacrifice for you, Miles."

 

Pauline got down on one knee, and put another clothespin on my glans. The tip of my penis was now stinging, but not as bad as the nipples.

 

 Pauline rapidly put a line of clothespins up my shaft, and then began strategically placing them around my scrotum, until I looked like a pincushion was growing from my crotch.

 

"You're taking this well" Pauline said, as she affixed one to my frenulum, the sensitive spot under my cockhead.

 

"Well" I gasped, "I just had my penis and balls nailed to a board recently, and I guess if you can deal with that, you can deal with anything."

 

As Pauline placed clothespins along the loose skin of my inner thighs, I bragged to her about my ability to withstand the pain of the board...

 

 Omitting of course all the complaints I'd made to Gretchen and Tom.

 

"Well you're the tough little masochist then," Pauline said admiringly. "So you should be able to take on the next test, right hon?"

 

I looked at her. "What?"

 

Pauline picked up the long switch again and knocked off my left nipple, and I screamed like a banshee.

 

 Nothing could have prepared me for the feeling of having a piece of wood taken off like that.

 

I was sobbing, and then, incredibly, Pauline put the clothespin back on my nipple!

 

Seeing my anguished look, she said severely, "You'd best take this well, because I'm going to put the clothespins back on until you can let them be knocked off in sweet silence!"

Pauline looked at me, reproaching me with her eyes for being such a baby...and I felt badly about it.

 

I gritted my teeth, and stared at her, and once again she lifted the switch. WHACK!

 

The clamp fell off, but I had been focusing on her breasts, and so it didn't hurt as much as it could have.

 

"Good boy" Pauline said encouragingly. "Now we'll try the other one."

 

WHACK!

 

This one was more painful, but I bit the inside of my cheek, and watched in silence as the clothespin hit the floor.

 

"What a good little trooper" Pauline said, kissing me deeply. "Now we'll do the penis pins, okay?"

 

By the time all the clothespins were knocked off my penis (and Pauline had to hit a couple of them twice to get them all off) I wasn't doing well...

 

Repeatedly swatting at my scrotum certainly was one way to get my attention and fully weaken me...it was tough!

 

Finally, Pauline stopped with the switch.

 

"You are doing much, much better, Miles" Pauline said, and she gave me another kiss. God, was she hot!

 

"Now I'm going to give you dildo training." Pauline went to the drawer again and when she came back, she had a long black dildo strapped on her waist.

 

"Now bend over and spread your cheeks, honey." Pauline said in a friendly way. "After you get good at this, it'll be no time until you can get the real thing up your ass!"

 

I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but I bent over and pulled my butt apart, and she pushed the rubber thing against my anus.

 

The pain was intense, but I tried to stay still. Pauline went and got some lube and put it on the dildo and came back.

 

I closed my eyes...suddenly I felt as if my anus was being ripped apart! Pauline grabbed my hips and thrusted, and I squealed like a pig.

 

"That's a good little bitch" Pauline said as she began jamming the dildo in and out of my rectum. "I've deflowered your pussy, sweet child"

 

I was in unbelievable agony. "Really, Pauline, this is (oof) just too  (oof) much for (oof) me, dear!"

 

Pauline reached around  and began pulling my cock as she slammed the dildo again and again in my butt.

 

"No, this is good for you, honey...Learn to take the dick, and you'll be a sister. If you get good and get bigger and bigger dicks, eventually you'll be incontinent, but a smooth ride!"

 

I began sobbing with the intense pain to my schpincter, but Pauline gripped my hips with hands of steel and kept jamming her dildo in my butt so that I imagined sparks flying, it was so bad...

 

Finally she pulled out, and I collapsed, exhausted.

 

"No, no...you're not done yet" Pauline said severely. "You still have to do clean up!"

 

"Clean-up?" I asked faintly.

 

Pauline marched around to face me, the dildo, now covered in shit and blood, wagging from her hips.

 

"Lick it off, kiddo...clean this thing now!" Pauline moved closer, and I backed up, fast.

 

"No, no...Pauline, that's not sanitary!" I protested loudly. "I mean, it's great to go through this whole thing,but you could get me sick!"

 

Pauline looked at me with her sultry eyes. "Honey, if you do this for me, Pauline will give you a big reward."

 

Within a moment I was sucking and licking the shit and blood off the dildo. I cleaned it completely.

 

"Now, go wash your face in the bathroom over there, and Scope your breath, and come back for some lovin'" Pauline said sexily.

 

I completely got all the horrible blood and fecal matter off my face and out of my mouth, and rushed back to her, quite excited.

She  patted the couch, and I sat next to her, and she jumped in my lap and we kissed madly.

 

I played with her breasts, and kissed and suckled them...they seemed rather hard for breasts, but I didn't mind, as they were beautiful.

 

I reached down to touch Pauline's nether area. It felt a little odd.

 

"Be careful, darling. I just had my vaginoplasty done...it's brand new, you know!"

 

My body felt rather cold, and I drew my hand back from Pauline's crotch. "Your what?" I asked delicately.

 

Pauline smiled at me..."That's the part I didn't mention. I used to be a guy, but Master Nash found the woman in me, and I had an operation done...it's changed my entire life!"

After that revolting interaction with Pauline, or Paul, or whatever it was, I was very turned off of the submissive lifestyle, but there was no stopping Gretchen.

 

The next day, Gretchen sat me down and began running down the way things were to be.

 

"The first thing is," Gretchen said, looking at me intensely,

 

"I don't want any more bullshit demands from you about sex. I am tired of having to brush off your disgusting passes.

 

It seems like that's all you think about any more, and I just don't feel that way about you. I don't even want you looking at my naked body most of the time."

 

Gretchen was wearing a pale pink top, quite snug around her breasts, and faded jeans. She was quite enticing.

 

"Not...not at all?" I asked, my eyes feeling moist. "You don't want me touching you or seeing you naked at all?"

 

Gretchen sighed and looked out the window. "Maybe sometimes if you can follow a few rules, but it's going to be my way or nothing."

I looked at her pleadingly. "I...I understand. I've been talking with Pauline and I want to try harder to make you happy."

Gretchen moved a little closer to me. She unzipped my pants and pulled my penis out, and began stroking it, as her full lips whispered in my ear.

"The first problem is with this little Willy of yours. It just wants to be happy. It has no interest in my happiness at all...it dominates the household, Miles."

By now my penis was rock hard and poking out of the zipper, and Gretchen was stroking faster and faster.

Oh, it felt so good, and I couldn't believe her mood had changed so fast. I watched her beautiful full breasts heave in the pale pink top as she ran her long burgundy nails up and down my sweating shaft.

"Does it feel good honey?" Gretchen asked in a breathless voice. "I know it's been a while since you had a spurt, right?"

"Yes-yes, it feels wonderful, Gretchen." I said. "I-I love the feeling, in fact."

"I understand that your Willy likes to feel good" Gretchen said, tickling the underside of my glans

"That's perfectly normal, Miles and I don't think there's anything wrong with that, but the constant demands are difficult for your Princess here."

Gretchen pursed her lips at me, and tickled my scrotum, and I began gasping...

I could feel the backed up semen slowly coming up. I hadn't cum since I'd rubbed my dick on the garage floor when my hands were cuffed...

Oh, I wanted to so badly!

Gretchen stuck her tongue in my ear and rubbed her breast against my arm, and I became quite congested, crotch wise.

"What I'm trying to tell you honey is if your Willy keeps trying to be the Boss of you..."

Suddenly Gretchen pulled my zipper up so it caught in my erection and I screamed.

Gretchen looked coldly at me. "If your Willy is the boss, I don't want to be, get it? You have to choose between us."

As I sat there with my penis bleeding into the zipper, Gretchen leaned down and took one of her spike heels off, and began tapping it in her hand.

"See, you forgot about everything I was saying, just because I was playing with your ridiculous dick here."

THONK!

I screamed. Gretchen had just whacked her high heel on my penis. She looked at me contemptously, but at the same time began stroking my dick again.

"A normal man would put his wife first, put her on a pedestal, and not be constantly plotting for when he gets to cum again.

I think all you think about is sticking your goddam dick in me...is that right?"

"Um, no..no, I love you." I said, but of course I was staring down at her painted nails playing with my now purple cock.

Gretchen sighed and shook her head. She lifted the high heel again

THONK! WHONK! STAB!

Again and again the heel pounded into my shaft, until my cock became very small. It was still caught in the damn zipper, and of course this didn't help much.

After this, I really tried to get with it. I did even more of the housework, and when we went to bed, I kept my tongue busy between Gretchen's thighs.

 

But it was a real challenge--she was sick of what she called my "bullshit" and we went to counseling sessions with Master Nash.

 

This was especially humiliating--having a man dealing with my therapy...

 

The problem was of course, that Master Nash didn't look at things objectively at all--we just discussed "my problem".

 

It mirrored much more a teacher-parent conference about an errant teenager than any sort of marriage counseling.

 

"And I'm just sure he's still masturbating" Gretchen said one afternoon, as we sat in Nash's living room.

 

"Miles is so furtive around the house, and once I found a Kleenex that was really sticky. It's a disgusting habit."

 

"What's that about, Miles?" Master  Nash asked me. "Are you participating in that babyish, adolescent habit of onanism?"

 

I looked at Nash in irritation. He sat there, dressed in black turtleneck and jeans, just so fucking pleased with himself.

 

"Well, I don't like masturbation" I said.

 

"But Gretchen turns away my offers of sex when we're in the bedroom. Except for oral sex, which I perform on her, I get no release."

 

Gretchen looked at Nash with a "Didn't I tell you?" gaze.

 

Nash leaned over and looked at me steadily. "Your problem is that it's all about you. 'I get no release'

 

Did it ever occur to you that with your sex desires unfulfilled for just a little time, you could be of greater service to your wife? That you'd be less lazy and self-centered?"

 

Nash sat back, scratching his chin as he looked at me dubiously. "I just don't see a lot of hope for this marriage unless you stop masturbating, Miles.

 

Until you're ready to hold in that crucial energy, your interest in your wife's happiness is so diminished.

 

It's been my experience that the husband is most focused on his wife when she appears the most beautiful and sexually attractive to him...and that's when he's the horniest!"

 

Gretchen and Nash laughed, and I sat there like a log.

 

"And of course you should fuel your sexual interests towards pleasing your wife." Nash said earnestly.

 

"A sexually unsatisfied woman is usually frustrated and irritable, but a horny man is devoted and single minded, Miles.

 

And of course you'll get your occasional treats, but you need to earn them."

 

Nash sat back, and lit a cigarette. I had protested his smoking in our sessions early on, but of course that was no use.

 

"My slave Pauline, in her previous incarnation as Paul was so penis focused, that we inevitably had to just remove the penis and testicles  and throw them away." Miles puffed at the Marlboro. "

 

 I'd hate to have to have that solution for you, Miles."

 

I just sat there in horror. What the hell was he talking about?

 

Gretchen shook her head. "No, if we got rid of his junk, he'd lose all interest in pleasing me. You think he cares about me as a person at all?"

 

To my relief, Nash agreed with her. "You're right, of course, incentive is everything."

"We've got to keep you horny and fascinated with your wife, without spooging...and this will keep you from complaining all the time, as well." Nash said.

 

"Gretchen tells me that you object to her having a social life."

 

"A social life?" I exploded. "I object to her fucking around, and sleeping with all my friends, that's all."

 

Nash grinned and Gretchen giggled. "You've got to let go of Gretchen if you want to enjoy her, Miles.

 

 Part of this idea that you have sole right to her body is due to giving yourself orgasms all the time."

 

Because of course, I thought, she won't give me any.

 

"You've got to see Gretchen on a pedestal, and stop thinking of yourself as the big macho man." Miles said.

 

"He's hopeless I think." Gretchen said. "It's like living with Stanley Kowalski or something."

 

"If it's true that I am so arrogant," I asked puzzledly, "What can change that?" 

 

"As you go without orgasms for an extended period of time, Miles" Nash said kindly,

 

"You will begin to see Gretchen as a princess to be worshipped. Isn't she beautiful?"

 

I looked at Gretchen, large breasts resplendent in a tight black crop top with double cupid hearts and a flying skull and crossbones design emblazoned on it.

 

She was also wearing metallic black shorts that barely covered her privates, and her stockings--fishnet seamed thigh highs with  Satin Skull Print Bows.

 

And of course four inch high heels.

 

Gretchen looked at me, pursed her glossed lips and rolled her eyes.

 

"Yes, she's very beautiful. She's the ultimate woman." I said.

 

Nash grinned. "And you want to hold on to her! You're an average doofus, and you've gotten this beautiful hottie...give up masturbation."

 

Nash stubbed out his cigarette. "Or, better than that, masturbate, but don't cum.

 

There's nothing wrong with getting yourself all jazzed up, thinking of serving your beautiful girl."

 

"B-but it's so hard not to cum." I protested. "I get so excited, and then there's no turning back."

 

"He's like a fourteen year old retard." Gretchen said implacably.

 

Tell you what, Miles. I'm going to help you." Nash said. "Take off your pants and shorts now."

 

"What?" I didn't want to go through being humiliated as I'd been before in this house. "I don't think--"

 

Nash's voice came firmer. "Now, Miles. Strip 'em off!"

 

I got up and sighed heavily, and unzipped my pants and stepped out of them as well as my tighty whities.

 

"Now," Nash said encouragingly, "I want you to stand in front of Gretchen and masturbate yourself, and Gretchen, you give him a little show...make the boy excited!"

 

As I pumped my cock, Gretchen began casually squeezing her breasts through the skull-and bones top, and licking her lips at me.

 

I rubbed and pulled my now several weeks denied shaft and my legs trembled as I watched my beautiful wife.

 

Gretchen pulled her top up and began squeezing and toying with her nipples, and  gyrating her waist. "You like it, lover?" she said with a husky voice.

 

I had completely forgotten Nash by now. I was staring at Gretchen and pumping my cock for all it was worth.

I kept pounding on my cock as Gretchen did a strip dance in front of me.

 

 Gretchen wiggled her breasts at me, and then covered them up again, and reached into her metallic black shorts and moved her hand around.

 

Gretchen ran her hands over her tits and stood up and squeezed her ass and slapped it, and jiggled herself again.

 

She reached into her glass of ginger ale and pulled out a piece of ice.

 

Pulling up her top again, she jiggled her bare breasts at me, and began rubbing the ice against her nipples until they were hard and thick.

 

I slammed my hand up and down my cock as I watched my beautiful wife pull off her shorts and then step out of her panties.

 

She sniffed them and then rubbed them on my face as I jerked my cock more and more, faster and faster.

 

Gretchen reached down to her nearly shaved crotch (which she'd shaved for Tom, not me) and used her index finger to play with her clitoris.

 

She caressed the hood and I could see that she was beginning to get wet. As I stared with slack jaw, Gretchen pulled her fingers out and licked her wet fingers.

 

I began shaking all over and I was close to orgasm, my tongue was between my teeth. Suddenly, I heard Nash's fingers snap.

 

"That's enough, Miles. Take your hand off your dick!"

 

But I couldn't, I was too excited, I kept pumping and staring at Gretchen, who had stopped in disgust and began dressing.

 

Suddenly, just before I was about to cum, Nash slapped my hand away from my cock, and then slapped my face, hard.

 

"I told you to take your hands off your cock and you didn't!" Nash said angrily. "Put your hands behind your back and get on your knees!"

 

Sullenly, I obeyed him. My cock was now poking straight up, and was purple with my efforts.

 

Gretchen was fully dressed again, and sitting on the couch with one stockinged leg across the other.

 

Nash went to the dresser and brought a long yellow cane over.

 

"This cane is made of lexan, which is a durable thermoplastic. Now we'll see if you can control yourself, Miles."

 

Nash looked at me severely. "Now I want you to begin masturbating slowly. Not too fast."

 

I began tentatively playing with my cock as Gretchen popped her gum and looked very bored. Gradually I speeded up, keeping an anxious eye on Nash and his lexan cane.

 

Gretchen flashed her nipples at me and I began jerking faster, and panting a little bit.

 

"Now stop, Miles, hands behind your back!" Nash's voice came suddenly, and I stopped but not fast enough.

 

THWACK! The cane hit my hand twice and after I let go of my cock, it snapped the head of my cock three times.

 

Nash shook his head, as I alternated between sucking my injured hand and putting my hands behind my back.

 

"You've got too slow a response time, Miles. You've got to learn to hold back when I tell you to."

"Ugh." Gretchen said as she looked at me kneeling there.

 

"What's wrong?" Nash asked, waving the lexan cane about.

 

"Oh, I just can't stand looking at his puny cock. It's like a Vienna sausage, you know?" Gretchen looked appealingly at Nash.

 

Nash nodded understandingly. "Well, it's not for your pleasure, honey. Miles's tongue is what is to work on you down there."

 

I couldn't understand it. My cock was at its hardest, and at one time, Gretchen had moaned and screamed when I'd entered her.

 

"The big problem with this penis of Miles's is that he can't control it. It won't stop being erect long enough for him to calm down." Nash said disapprovingly.

 

"It's like living with a fuckin' dog." Gretchen said looking at my poor cock. She was so hot, though, that my cock lengthened.

 

"What's got to happen, is Miles must learn to stop his passion on a dime." Nash said. "Why don't we try a little experiment? Gretchen, play with Miles's penis a bit."

 

Gretchen sighed and leaned over to take my penis in her manicured fingers. I was quite enjoying the shot of her cleavage when suddenly I felt Nash cuffing my hands behind my back.

 

Gretchen began stroking and pulling my hard cock, mumbling about how she felt as if she was masturbating a ballpoint pen.

 

But despite her comments, Gretchen's beautiful soft fingers were certainly getting me to the point of ecstasy once again! I began moaning and gasping as she tickled my frenulum.

 

"Now, Miles..." came Nash's IRRITATING voice, "Go limp!"

 

What the hell was he talking about? Gretchen let go of my cock, and it bounced around as I struggled to get loose of the cuffs.

 

SNAP! TWACK! SLASH! The lexan cane came down on my rock hard cock again and again until it resembled a limp rag.

 

I was screaming and crying, and I felt as if my crotch had been hit by nuclear waste. Nash and Gretchen exchanged a knowing smile.

 

"Now then, you see the problem here?" Nash said disapprovingly. "You have no control over your cock at all, and you really seem to need some kind of training."

 

About a week later, we came back for another session, and Nash said he had some good news for us.

 

"I have another couple who is much more advanced in their training, and hopefully they can be an example to you."

 

Nash touched a bell, and in came a man and a woman. The man was in his fifties, and had steel gray hair, and the woman looked to be about Gretchen's age, in her thirties.

 

While Gretchen has short hair, this woman had long blonde hair tied up in a severe bun, and she was full breasted.

 

She  looked a bit  like a cross between  Courtney Love and Brigitte Nielsen, with a bit of Cyndi Lauper thrown in.

 

"Miles and Gretchen, this is Naomi and Skyler. I have been working with them for more than a year now."

 

After shaking hands, Gretchen and Nash and I sat back down, but Naomi looked coldly at Skyler. "Prepare yourself."

 

Naomi then sat down, and Skyler took off his turtleneck, jacket and trousers, and knelt on the floor between us. As I watched in astonishment, he began kissing Naomi's feet avidly.

But, even more curious, was the fact that there seemed to be some sort of metal object around Skyler's crotch. It looked to be a tube of some sort.

 

"Excuse me," I asked Skyler, as he slurped Naomi's foot, "What are you wearing there?"

 

Skyler ignored me and kept kissing and licking Naomi's toes in her open heeled sandals.

 

"He's not allowed to talk without my permission" Naomi said with a little smile.

 

 "But to answer your question, that's Sky's chastity tube."

 

"Chastity?" Gretchen said with interest. "You mean, like the moral thing where there's no sex?"

 

"Sure, that's one way to put it, I guess." said Naomi, laughing.

 

"It's good for Sky to live a moral life, if  I get to live immorally. The tube keeps him pure, you know?"

 

Naomi kicked Sky's face, and he backed off, his nose bleeding. "I've had enough of the toe worship kissing, douche bag."

 

Skyler backed off, and knelt quietly, wiping his nose with a finger.

 

 I was horrified watching the tube between his legs, it kept wiggling, as if his dick was bursting to get out.

 

But I pricked up my ears, as the conversation between the women seemed to be getting rather interesting.

 

"Skyler had the same problem as your Miles" Naomi was saying.

 

 "I cut off the sex because you know, I didn't really feel that way about him--who would want to fuck a man who needs to be spanked and put in women's clothes once or twice a week?"

 

"Who indeed?" said Gretchen with a snort.

 

Skyler's face was scarlet, and I saw a tear roll down his chin.

 

"But you can imagine the problems..." Naomi said airly. "You leave them alone with their hands, and they begin choking their chicken if you don't give 'em any. It's quite sad."

 

Naomi casually moved her foot over and began stroking the outside of Skyler's thigh, and then began pushing the tube a bit, and the stimulation caused Sky's cock to apparently swell within the restrictive tube, for he grimaced in pain.

 

"Naomi found that Skyler was less interested in pleasing her when he was masturbating constantly." said Nash, grinning as he watched Skyler's pain.

 

"So I began working with them, and the tube seems to have been quite a help." Nash laughed as Skyler began moaning.

 

"At first I just put the tube on Skyler for a few weeks at a time." Naomi said. "Skyler seemed so grateful when I took it off and let him rub his little pecker. But now I keep him chaste for ninety day stints, though I do take the tube off to tease him sometimes."

 

"I encourage teasing of the submissive husband." Nash said in that galling authoritative manner of his. "This way they remember who the beautiful one to be worshipped is, as Sky has put it. But the reason I invited you over here today was to show you Skyler's amazing control over his erections."

 

This especially annoyed me, his "inviting" comment, as Nash charged my Platinum Visa $350 every time we came for er, counseling.

 

Naomi took a small Swiss looking whistle out of her purse and blew on it twice, and Skyler stood up, putting his hands behind his back.

 

Naomi then took a key out of the purse and unlocked the tube and removed the belt around Skyler's waist. Now we saw a bulging erection, that looked a bit chafed from the sides of the tube.

"Now watch this." Nash said smugly.

 

Naomi blew on her whistle, and gradually Skyler's erection began to flag...and slowly it became a tiny little penis.

 

I was amazed. I figured Skyler must be thinking about something else, something desperately unsexy to make his dick so tiny again, but how did he do it so fast?

 

"The secret, of course..."Naomi said lazily, "Is to ensure that Skyler knows that acute pain will come from staying erect when he's told not to. He can deflate under any circumstances."

 

"Really?" Gretchen asked challengingly. "I bet I could get him hard enough that he'd be unable to deflate..."

 

Naomi smiled. "You are a sexy little thing, I have to admit. Try him...see what happens."

 

Gretchen walked over to Skyler, who obviously was all over her...he'd been staring at her on and off since he'd come in the room.

 

Gretchen pulled off her top and her bra, and began toying with her breasts. "Touch my breasts, Skyler...you like them?"

 

Skyler looked at Naomi, who nodded assent.

 

Happily, the old pervert began playing with my wife's breasts in a way she never let me, and I noticed that her fingers were bringing his cock to full fruition!

 

Gretchen's long nails tickled and rubbed Skyler's cock until it was standing straight up,and Sky was having a ball playing with my wife's breasts...

 

Nash laughed. "Now watch, while you are still stimulating him, Gretchen, you'll see Naomi do her stuff!"

 

Naomi blew her whistle, and I watched Skyler's eager face grow sad, as he closed his eyes, desperately trying to avoid looking at Gretchen.

 

Skyler dropped her breasts and put his hands by his sides and clutched his fists...she kept rubbing and pulling at his dick, but it began flagging a bit.

 

"Better do better than that, Skyler, or Mummie will put a red hot poker on your Stubbie when we get home" Naomi said lazily, and remarkably, Skyler's erection immediately became nonexistent.

 

Annoyed, Gretchen began taking Skyler's dick in her mouth and licking and slurping it like it was the world's hardest ice cream cone.

 

Sky's dick got hard again, and when he opened his eyes, he was so aroused by her glossed lips that he began moaning and pushing his erection in and out of her face.

 

Naomi blew the whistle sharply. "You are in for a world of trouble at home, Skyler. Maybe I'll cut that thing off...getting so hard for another woman!"

 

Sky closed his eyes again, gritted his teeth, and, Voila! Gretch was suddenly holding a limp piece of skin in her mouth.

 

"Bleaugh!" Gretchen said as she spat  out Sky's limp prick. "God who wants that flaccid thing?"

 

As Gretchen went to sit down, Sky looked down at his limp little wee-wee and began crying softly. Naomi chortled, and Nash began blowing smoke rings.

 

"Sky's just being a resentful little bitchie because it's been five months since he had a squirt."Naomi said spitefully.

 

"I didn't let Skyler jerk off after 90 days the last time, I wasn't in the mood to watch him cum  and he has another month to go before his next chance."

We all sat and watched Skyler cry for a bit. He looked ridiculous, standing there naked, as we were all clothed now, including Grechen who had gotten dressed.

 

"What, Skyler, you thought I'd let you cum in this girl's mouth?" jeered Naomi. "You're just a crybaby pig...you're lucky I let you jerk off, you whining little scuzz!"

 

Sky cried harder, but he made no sound.  It was clear that he feared irritating Naomi by making a sound.The tears just rolled down his cheek as he stared at his limp penis.

 

"Stop that crying before I give you something to cry about." Naomi said, and we watched the poor bastard try to get hold of himself.

 

"My God can he talk at all?" Gretchen asked curiously.

 

"Shit, yes!"Naomi said with a grin. "You've heard his ridiculous right-wing radio show, when you were looking for a rock station."

 

"Oh, he's Skyler Soames." I said, nodding my head. "I think I saw him once on Letterman."

 

"Yes, the egotistic little dirtbag talks all the time on the radio and at his idiotic $10,000 a pop speeches at the universities bashing gays and abortions and welfare, who needs to hear him at home?" Naomi said, and we had to agree!

 

Amazing, I thought. I've seen Skyler Soames going on, with the self confidence of a senator, and now he looks as if his entire world has fallen out from under him.

 

"That's funny, how you make Skyler kill his erection, though." Gretchen said with admiration. "I mean it wasn't good for my ego when his dick died in my mouth, but you've got real control."

 

Naomi laughed good naturedly."Yeah, well, it took a lot of torture, if you're wondering...work and punishment."

 

I watched Skyler sweat.

 

"I used to do something like that with my cousin Grafton." Gretchen said, giggling. "I'd rub up against him and run my body all over him when we got together.

 

Then his dad, a Pentacostal minister,  would come in and see him with an erection bulging from his jeans near his innocent little cousin. and kick the shit out of poor Graf-- it was hilarious."

 

I remembered Grafton. He was a wimpy type like me. He always seemed unusually devoted to Gretchen.

 

As a matter of fact, it had been Grafton who was supporting Gretchen and her unpaid film projects before I'd married her.

 

If I wasn't mistaken, I'd come over for a date once, and found the stupid bastard vacuuming her apartment! Oh, no, she's been cockteasing and manipulating for a LONG time!

 

"My sisters and I would torment Grafton something terrible" Gretchen said, smiling at the memory. "He felt so guilty about getting excited by his young cousins, but of course he was a guy."

 

Gretchen snorted, thinking about it. "When I was in college, Grafton lived near by and I actually got him to come over and compelled him to go down on me for hours--he felt so guilty about having sex with his little cousin-- 

 

Then he'd be standing there, after I'd had nine orgasms, with this huge erection. I'd tell him what a pig he was, and his dick would wilt."

 

Naomi and Nash laughed heartily, and I felt heartsick. What the devil was my wife thinking now? How had I allowed her to get involved with people like this, but actually, she was dominant before I met her...so I was doomed to this um, misery, right?

"Really though, Gretchen, you can use almost anything to start working on your boy's cock." Naomi said, looking at me critically. "I'll show you a trick."

 

Naomi got up and swished her gorgeous ass into the kitchen and came back holding something that I couldn't see. She sat back down and looked at me.

 

"Okay  Miles, take off your clothes, and we'll start an object lesson." She gave me the coldest look...

 

For once I didn't argue, I just began removing my clothes, noting Skyler's look of relief that now he wouldn't be the only one naked in the room.

 

"Now step over here." Naomi said, and as I came closer, Naomi pulled the bun out of her hair and shook her head and long blonde curls tumbled around her shoulders.

 

Suddenly she looked up at me, running a tongue across her full lips, and in a tiny little girl's voice said:

 

"Do ya think Naomi's a cutie pie, Miles?" Naomi then batted her eyelashes as she stared up at me. "You're a big, handsome man, and you have a HUGE cock, baby."

 

Naomi reached out and began stroking my penis with expert fingers, tickling the frenum, the glans and toying with the foreskin.

 

 She kept talking to me in the little-girl voice, and I stared down at her long curly hair and substantial cleavage.

 

Naomi went on, referring to herself in the third person: "Naomi useta be this way all the time when she met the big, bad, Skyler Soames at the TV station when she was just a little receptionist...and she used to suck Skyler's dick like this!"

 

Naomi moved her head over and took my cock in her mouth. I hadn't had a blowjob from Gretchen in two years now, and hadn't had one from anyone else in over five, and it was really nice.

 

Naomi sucked and slurped, and bit my foreskin and licked the underside, and all that good stuff, and soon I was throbbing hard.

 

Naomi took her head off my cock for a moment to whisper up to me..."Naomi really likes your big, bad penis, and she thinks you taste great, like a lollipop!"

 

Back her head went onto my cock again, and she began sucking and pulling and I squirmed with the ultimate pleasure!

 

Skyler looked really depressed, and I could see why this might be...his Mistress was sucking another slave, what a put-down to him!

 

I watched Naomi's bright red lips going back and forth on my cock, and I got more and more excited. Gretchen was looking a little pissed off, which I didn't mind, either.

 

Naomi swirled her long tongue around my glans and tickled the underside of my cock with her tongue, and I felt the juices boiling in my testicles. It was sooo wonderful having a woman suck me off again!

 

Finally, just as I was going to cum, Naomi took her mouth off my cock and looked up at me, batting her eyes again. "Now will you go soft for Naomi like a good boy?"

 

I looked down at Naomi and smiled ruefully. "I don't think I can, Naomi...can't you finish me off?"

 

Wouldn't an orgasm be nice? I decided to flatter her. "You're just too hot for me to lose interest in and go flaccid, dear."

 

Naomi looked up at me again. "That's too bad honey!"

 

Suddenly the  hidden item from the kitchen came into view. It was a fork! STAB! Naomi plunged the fork into my glans, and then withdrew it.

 

STAB! Naomi plunged the fork into my shaft and withdrew it, and my penis began bleeding, and I dropped to my knees, weeping.

 

Naomi's deeper voice returned as she stepped away from my writhing, cringing form. "And that's one way to make him soft!"

 

Looking up through my tears, I saw Skyler smile for the first time that evening.

For the next few weeks I tried not to get on Gretchen's bad side, but I knew she was watching me carefully. Gretchen had seen the ideal submissive husband in Skyler, and wanted me to be as well trained.

 

She continually refused sex with me, and gave me several severe whippings when she caught me masturbating. Finally Gretchen had Tom put a lock on the bathroom doors at home, and only she and Tom had keys.

 

They had a good time making me beg for the key when I needed to go to the bathroom, and "timing" me to make sure I wasn't doing anything  impure.

 

At work I could occasionally get in the odd wank,but we were rather busy, and sometimes I could jerk off at the health club...but God, I didn't want to do that!

 

So at home I would often duck into the closet, or hide in the bedroom hoping I wouldn't be caught. It was hellish, though...Gretchen was a hot woman, and being around her was just so tempting.

 

Her teasing sessions were just scarily arousing, and she was always coming up with something new. One afternoon I had spent hours rubbing Gretchen's long, beautiful tannedlegs with cocoa butter.

 

Gretchen was wearing these cute little denim shorts that barely covered her shapely upper thighs, and I got more and more erect as I rubbed the oil around her gorgeous legs.

 

Gretchen pretended to read a magazine,but I could tell she was chuckling as I poured the oil higher on her rounded thighs. She could hear my frustrated gasps of sexual excitement as I massaged her legs more.

 

Gretchen kept moving back and forth and casually rubbing my crotch with her foot as I worked on her long, smooth legs. Her nickname had been "Thunderthighs" in her youth, and I could see why.

 

Finally, Gretchen leaned back and swung her foot up gently into my crotch. She leaned over and unzipped my pants and poked the toe of her black stilleto pump into the opening of my pants, and soon my hard cock was peeking out.

 

"Take them down" Gretchen said, motioning to my pants and underpants. I quickly pulled them down, although we were in the living room in the middle of the day.

 

"Now put your hands behind your back, like a good boy." Gretchen said, grinning. I obeyed, and stood there obediently.

 

Oh, her legs looked fantastic, with the oil dripping off them!

 

Gretchen pushed her shoe against my cock, and pressed the heel into my balls...it was sharp!

 

Seeing my look of pain, she grinned. "These are my metallic stainless steel six inch high heels. Fun, aren't they?"

 

Gretchen pushed her foot against my hard cock and then punctured my balls again, and I howled. But then she pulled the heel back and pushed the tip against my swollen glans.

 

Lifting the other shoe, Gretchen began rubbing the shoes against my penis, as if they were rolling a joint. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the massage I was being given.

 

My semen was leaving the balls and approaching the tip, and I was about to have an orgasm. I was afraid of the repercussions of messing up Gretchen's shoes, but it might be worth it...

 

STAB! Suddenly, my cock went limp, I opened my welling eyes, and Gretchen began laughing her ass off. "Gotcha again with my steel heel!"

 

 

I began sobbing slightly, and Gretchen looked annoyed. She kicked me not so lightly in my balls, and I fell back.

 

"What's wrong, bitch? Can't you take a little poking?" I nodded, tears streaming down my face.

 

I knew I had to be a man about this. I came up close again, hesitantly, my hands again behind my back. Gretchen casually began rubbing her  shoe against my cock once more.

 

"You just disturb me, Miles." she said as she ground her  steel heel into my scrotum. "In a way, your jerking off problem reminds me so much of my cousin Grafton."

 

I had met Grafton, and I had never thought much of him. I tried to just control my physical reaction to the metallic spike heel that was poking near holes in my ball sack.

 

"Grafton's just as bad as you are about wanking his wee- wee, and his dad, the minister, really punished him for it." Gretchen said as she pressed the toe of the pump against my throbbing organ.

 

"Sometimes we'd go over there for dinner, and Uncle Gideon would have whipped Grafton's hands with a strap til they were swollen for touching himself." Gretchen said with a titter.

"He talked about how God killed Onan, and quoted Romans when he said 'Clothe yourself with the Lord and do not think about how to gratify desires of the sinful nature." Gretchen snorted at this, and rubbed my balls.

"Uncle Gid quoted Matthew when he said, 'Anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart...' and then Gid went on about spilling of the seed. That's pervs like you, Miles.

Uncle Gideon thought my sisters and I were pure and sweet, and it grieved him that such lechers like his son were in our midst."

 

Gretchen dropped one of her shoes off and began toying with my cock with her bare foot, the other heel still stabbing my balls from time to time. It was like heaven and hell!

"And whipping Grafton's hands for jerking it weren't enough to stop him, nossir...Gid had all these other draconian punishments like making Gid wear signs that said 'SEED-SPILLER' around the house when he found Grafton's stained Kleenex around"

Gretchen moved her belly button around and ran her tongue across her lips at me, as her toes caused my swollen cock to suffer enormously.

 

"Other times, Uncle Gid would put Grafton in a pink frilly dress and white socks and black Mary Jane shoes in front of us, his girl cousins...for his 'unmanly' behavior."

 

Gretchen began tickling the  tip of my swollen penis with her toes, and flashed a tit at me from the inside of her blouse. What an evil bitch she was!

 

"Once, we went over there for the weekend, and Uncle Gid had Grafton tied in the corner, with his dick out, stark naked, man. And Graf had a purple ribbon tied to the end of his dick. But that didn't break him of beating his meat, no sir."

 

Gretchen laughed and kicked me sharply in the balls again, so hard I almost fell over. "Grafton was hardcore, like you, Milesey."

I bit my lip and straightened up. I couldn't let this woman break me.

Finally, Gretchen unzipped her little blue shorts and took them off, and snapped her fingers. "Get that tongue in there, kiddo...let's see you make Momma scream!"

As I licked, she reminisced about  Cousin Grafton. Yes, apparently I was right, the dumb bastard licked her pussy for years, paid her bills.

"And then he'd want to jerk off, and I'd threaten to tell Uncle Gideon, even after Graf had been licking me for HOURS, man, and he was terrified, even at twenty-three years old."

Gretchen's laughter echoed through the apartment as I brought her to her third orgasm.

Eventually, after I'd brought Gretchen to several more orgasms, I tried to mount her, there on the couch.

 

"Uh uh." Gretchen said firmly. "I know what you want, you horny little pig. None of that for you! "

 

"B-but I've been rubbing your legs and eating you out and I think you have such a beautiful body...and I've been physically lonely, Gretchen."

 

Gretchen laughed and rolled her eyes. "Sure, those are reasons why you would benefit from sleeping with me, but what do I get out of it?"

 

Gretchen shifted her body out of my reach. "If you don't want to rub my legs any more, or lick my twat, fine. I'm feeling fully massaged."

I backed off unhappily, and looked at her, I'm sure like a wounded cow.

Gretchen shook her head, looking back. "Miles, how can I explain this better? Lovemaking should be spontaneous.

You know that when we fuck it's a great experience, and you should wait, and save up your energies--your seed for that, not be groping and trying to satisfy yourself with me at every moment."

 

I sighed and walked off, and then felt the bulge in my pants. Oh, I wanted to touch myself.

 

But I was trying not to do that anymore. Still, if I could get away with it...I sneaked off to my room and dropped my pants and began masturbating softly, thinking  of Gretchen's gorgeous legs coming out of the denim shorts.

 

Her long, tanned legs...the sexy open toed sandals that had idly poked my crotch now and then as I'd given her legs the long rubdown...Oh, it felt so good, and I thought of my hands rubbing those gorgeous legs.

And thinking of the hour I'd spent with my tongue between her gorgeous legs, licking her shaven mound, what an experience that had been!

Gretchen had come in the night before after being out "bowling" with Mike and Stu and Cade, and when she'd come into the bed, she'd smelled of sex and passion, and it had driven me nearly crazy with lust...

She'd asked me to clean her up then too, with my tongue, and oh, it had been so disgusting down there. I'd tried to kiss her then, also, and she'd pushed away from me and oh, how it had excited me...

 

Gretchen had not gone to sleep immediately, that night, she'd reached over and stroked my cock, pinching it whenever it looked as if I was going to have a release, and then laughing hysterically at my woebegone face in the darkness of the bedroom.

 

Finally she had fallen asleep without finishing me off, and I was going to sneak off to the bathroom to jerk it, but I'd fallen asleep too...

 

And then that goddam Mike had come into our bedroom, and surreptitiously mounted Gretchen, and she'd woken up and they'd begun fucking at four in the morning!

 

And I just pretended to be asleep, as I didn't want to cause a ruckus, right? Then Mike had left after spurting in Gretch a few more times.

 

I had continued to pretend to be asleep, because I didn't want to have to clean her up again...

 

My tongue wasn't the Brillo pad for the sperm engines of the neighborhood, for goodness sake! I'd quietly cried myself to sleep.

Now the next day.in the bedroom again, pumping my cock, I realized that I was just that, a horny animal that could probably perform stud service with a table leg.

 

I thought longingly of Gretchen's cruelties, of her lack of interest in me, and for some reason that sped my passions and I began jerking faster, occasionally rubbing my cock with a pair of her pantyhose.

 

Oh, I just had to cum quietly, because if I was caught, it would be sure trouble!

 

Suddenly the door burst open, and Mike's face looked in. "Jesus, lookit the little faggot, beating his meat!"

 

Mike grabbed my collar and dragged me, pants hanging around my ankles, to the living area where Gretchen was still sitting with her magazine.

At first Gretchen laughed at the sight of me squirming, with my pants down and my hand filled with her discarded pantyhose.

 

"God, what a fool you are, Miles!" Gretch covered her mouth as she giggled. "I can't believe you have so little self-control!"

 

But then she became somewhat annoyed. "Look at the mess you've made of my Ultra Sheer pantyhose! Because you can't fucking control yourself!"

 

Gretchen reached out for my bobbing, aching cock. She ran her red nails across it. "And it's all because you can't control this, isn't it?"

 

Gretchen squeezed and stroked my cock until it was harder than ever. Mike let go of my arms and went to sit down with a beer.

 

"Is that all you ever think about, Milesey?" Gretchen asked in a breathless little voice. "Fucking Mama? Putting your perverted dick in me?"

 

Gretchen pulled the rest of my clothes off and cuffed my hands behind my back. "This seems like the only way to keep your hands from getting into mischief, right?"

 

Gretchen looked up at me earnestly. "Do we have to do that, Miles? Do we have to have your hands locked behind your back whenever you're not in my sight to keep you from choking your chicken?"

 

Miles burped, and popped another beer. "Dude, you're like a fourteen year old" he said.

 

As I stood there uncertainly, stark naked, with my hands behind my back, Gretchen walked over and sat on Mike's lap. She began kissing his neck and fondling the bulge in his stonewashed jeans.

 

"This is a real man,  Miles." Gretchen said, running her nails inside Mike's open shirt. "He doesn't want to wank off on pantyhose. He likes the real thing, don't you Mike?"

 

Gretchen slipped down on her knees and unzipped Mike's crotch and pulled his dick out, and licked the tip.

 

"See, this is a cock I can work with" Gretchen said happily. "This is a man's cock."

 

I sighed. "I can't remember the last time you sucked mine." I said sadly.

 

Gretchen laughed.

 

"Yeah, it's been a while. I just don't have the appetite for pencil dicks. I might as well take a slug from the garden and suck on that, you know what I mean?"

 

Gretchen licked Mike's balls, and then licked the shaft.

 

"It's so creepy" Mike said, staring at me. "Miles is totally hard watching me suck your dick, Gretch."

 

"Yeah, he probably wants to suck your dick himself!" Gretchen said with her mouth full.

 

"That's not true!" I screamed.

 

Mike imitated me in falsetto "That's not true, I'm not a faggot!"

 

Gretchen almost choked laughing as she sucked Mike's rod.

 

As I watched, Gretchen sucked and slurped Mike's dick until he came all over her face.

 

She cleaned him off, and put his dick back in his pants...and jumped back on his lap.

 

Gretchen reached into Mike's shirt pocket and pulled out a pack of Marlboros and lit one.

 

"I thought you were going to quit." I said, feeling a little ridiculous.

 

Gretchen inhaled and blew out a large smoke ring. "Why should I?" she said airily. "Live fast, I say."

 

Gretchen hopped off Mikes lap and came over to me, waving the cigarette, and I backed off, my balance somewhat impaired by the handcuffs.

 

"You've never smoked, right Miles?" Gretchen said, smirking. "Jog every day, eat healthy...these aren't for you."

 

With that, Gretchen leaned over and jabbed my right nipple with the lit cigarette, holding it there while I screamed.

 

Then Gretchen dropped to her knees, and said "I'm going to put the cigarette out now on my own private ashtray."

 

Gretchen stabbed my bulging glans with the Marlboro, holding it there until it went out. I tried to break away, screaming and crying, but there was no way.

 

Mike thought this was hilarious.

 

Gretchen completely stubbed out her cigarette on my tortured glans, and then held the butt up to my face. "Swallow it!" she demanded.

 

I shook my head, and she punched me in the stomach. I buckled over, straining at my hands cuffed behind my back, and as my mouth opened, Gretchen shoved the disgusting butt in, and held my nose until I swallowed it, retching.

 

"See, that's worse than smoking a cigarette, dude...Miles the pure has finally gotten a little impurity!" Mike laughed, and I knew where the anger was coming from.

 

Not only did I not smoke, and I drank only in moderation, but I had once reported Mike and the other guys in the frat after they'd catapulted piss filled balloons onto the heads of the Dean of Sciences and his colleagues.

 

This had ruined Mike's chances of taking the Foreign Service exam, as his security clearance had been ruined, and Mike had been condemned to a blue-collar career.

 

Was that why Mike was being so down on me? Was I such a tightass, that he was conspiring with my wife to make me miserable now?

 

There was no doubt that he was really, really hostile to me!

 

Gretchen now  got up in my face, and began breathing hard.

 

"You make me ill, Miles! You're just a repugnant excuse for a male!"

 

Gretchen grabbed my cock and pulled it, and it got hard instantly, despite the burns. She ran her fingers across it slowly, and spat in disgust.

 

"All you want to do is mount me like a dog!" she screamed.

 

Gretchen ran to the coffee table and picked up a bamboo cane she'd purchased recently, and stalked back over to me.

 

Rubbing the end of the cane on the tip of my cock, Gretchen looked straight into my eyes. "Don't you think ever that my needs might be more important?"

 

Asserting myself slightly, I said "But I performed oral sex on you, honey, I spend money on you I--"

 

WHACK! WHACK! CRACK!

 

Gretchen's cane came down on my cock again and again, and I fell to my knees, weeping.

 

"I, I, I..." Gretchen snarled. "That's all it's about is I, right Miles?"

 

Gretchen walked behind me, and began whacking my butt to get me up. "Get up!" She flailed at my buttocks till I arose again.

 

"Mike" she appealed to my roommate and ex-best friend, "How do we get Milesey's mind off his goddam groin?"

 

Somehow, after this question, I wound up in Mike's basement workshop.

 

"Finally you're going to take my advice" Mike said as he grabbed my balls and pulled them up to his worktable.

 

In horror, I watched him push my testicles into the metal vice hooked to the table.

 

Mike then began swinging the little metal rod that cinched the vice together, as Gretchen played with my cock.

 

"See, baby..." Gretchen said in a soothing voice. "You must learn that your dick is not the head of the house any more..."

 

Suddenly, the vice completely closed on my balls, smushing them together, and I screamed. Gretchen kept stroking my cock, which amazingly remained stiff.

Then they took my balls out of the vice and tried squeezing my cock between the cruel metal until I howled with anguish.

 

"But honey, I thought you liked it when I  played with your cock" Gretchen said teasingly. "Hey, what about just squeezing the cockhead, or the glans, Mikey?"

 

Eventually Mike had released the vice, and Gretchen and Mike had unlocked my handcuffs left me downstairs in the basement, where...I masturbated!

 

You'd think I would call the police or something, but the whole business with the punishment and humiliation had me really horny.

 

The following weekend was incomprehensibly bizaare.

 

On Friday night I was reading Business Week when Gretchen informed me that she was going away for the weekend with Naomi, the woman she'd met through Master Nash.

 

Before I could register an objection, the doorbell rang, and Gretchen opened it, and there were Naomi and Skyler.

 

Gretchen and Naomi greeted each other with cheek kisses, and as soon as they came into the living room, Skyler instantly stripped down to his chastity device.

 

God, he knows how to make himself comfortable, I thought, my face hidden behind the magazine.

 

"Miles, get up! Take off your clothes, too. You and Skyler are spending the weekend here together." Gretchen said cheerily.

 

"Wait--what-what do you mean, Skyler and I are spending the weekend here? And why do I have to take--?" Before I could finish my sentence, icy blonde Naomi stepped over to my chair.

 

Naomi grabbed me by the hair and dragged me up.

 

"When your Mistress tells you to take your goddamn clothes off" Naomi hissed in my face. "You'll do as she commands."

 

I was temporarily overcome by this hot blonde in a leather miniskirt staring in my face, and clutching my hair.

 

Suddenly her fishnet knee came up into my groin. There was an overwhelming pain in my balls, and I keeled over.

 

When I came to, I was sitting naked across from Skyler, whose nakedness was, in combination with his obesity, quite repulsive.

 

I tried to get up and felt myself pulled down by my scrotum. I looked down in horror to discover that there was a small circular ring locked around my cock and  balls, connected by a chain of about four feet to Skyler's chastity device.

 

I assessed the situation. Skyler and I were locked together by the balls, naked! And for the weekend?

 

Skyler looked at me over his disgusting flabby stomach. "Yeah, I know. Mistress Naomi put out some TV dinners for us, but she and your wife locked away the TV and said this would be a chance for us to get to know one another."

 

I couldn't believe it. Skyler Soames was the epitome of revolting--he had a nationwide radio show bashing welfare, gays, abortion, minorities, and big government.

 

Despite being an investment banker now, I had been quite the long-haired, pothead leftie in my university days, protesting for an end to apartheid in South Africa, raising hell outside the International Monetary Fund, and all that sort of thing.

 

Many times I would catch "The Soames Sermon"  while turning the dial for National Public Radio, and I'd hear him waxing effusively about the Iraq war, Ronald Reagan and how wonderful President Bush was, and I'd want to throw up in the car.

 

And now I was cuffed to the man's balls until Monday!

At least my cock and balls were hanging free outside of the horrible metal ring. Skyler's cock was encased in that chastity device thing, and it must be quite sweaty, I thought.

 

"Hey, do you mind if I get a beer?" Skyler asked me. He began getting up off the floor, and I felt my crotch being dragged.

 

Good God, I thought.

 

Skyler, on his haunches looked at me irritatedly. "You're going to have to get up as well, Miles."

 

I rolled my eyes and pushed myself up, until we were both standing, the four-foot chain hanging between us.

 

"It's just that I'm really thirsty." Skyler said as we edged towards the kitchen, the chain swinging between us.

 

"This morning Naomi made me lick out seven used condoms from her little party last night--"

 

I put my hand up. "Look, Soames. Too much information."

 

"Well, I'm just saying," Sky opened the fridge, "Other men's semen parches my throat, though when I lick up my own, it doesn't seem to bother me."

 

He should say that on his goddam radio show, I thought. Much more interesting than his criticisms of Greenpeace.

 

After Skyler got his beer, he moved towards me, and I realized I had to walk in tandem towards the couch. He was staring at my prick, which I found rather disconcerting.

 

There is something creepy about two middle aged men chained together in a living room, I thought.

 

"Why are you staring at my dick, Soames?" I asked testily, as we sat down on the couch.

 

"I just envy you." Sky said simply. "I haven't had unfettered access to my own penis in twenty-seven months. And in that time, I've only been allowed to jerk off to eleven orgasms."

 

"That's not many" I admitted. Gross, he's sweating under his armpits, and its rolling down all over his naked belly and on Grandmother's Chippendale camel back sofa. 

 

"Actually, it's worse than that." Skyler said, as he sipped the Heineken.

 

"After I told Naomi of my fantasies of orgasm denial, and we bought the chastity device, I got about eight orgasms the first year, but hell, in the past eighteen months, it's been about three."

 

Skyler looked out the window. Could people see us? I really was worried about that. I'm not a frigging homosexual, after all.

 

"Naomi likes to tie me down to the bed about three or four times a week, and unlock my chastity device." Skyler said in a monotone.

 

"She always dresses in some hot little body stocking, or a pink tube top that looks painted on...it's incredible."

 

"Then she pulls and strokes my dick until I'm quite hard, and when I'm begging to cum, she beats it back down with a metal ruler, or sometimes  a thorn branch from the back yard.

 

Then she begins stroking my dick again, over and over, teasing me up, and whipping me down until she bores of it, and then I'm locked up again. It's quite stressful."

 

"Well, if you don't like it, Soames, why don't you break it off with her?" I asked. "You can't possibly tell me she's doing this completely against your will."

 

"She isn't, Miles." Skyler said. "I do have fantasies of being in a tease and denial relationship, and it completely arouses me...but sometimes it's just a bit too much."

"Certainly I agree, it's exciting to be dominated" I admitted sheepishly. "There's nothing keeping me enslaved to Gretchen, she's not blackmailing me...

 

I guess I do get excited about the whippings, and humiliations she puts me through. And her forbidding me to masturbate is exciting. It makes when I do get to play with my penis quite the treat.

 

And, of course I was the one to tell Gretchen about my femdom fantasies, just as you did with Naomi, Skyler. It does turn me on,  but she goes a bit too far in her zeal to humiliate me, Gretchen does."

 

"It's worth it, though, I think" Skyler said earnestly.

 

"You know, Miles, for years I rented BDSM porn tapes, and paid whores to whip my naked butt, and read those terrible contrived stories in the bondage section of Penthouse "Variations", and I was miserable.

 

Naomi makes me feel like a true slave, and I am aroused all the time, and that's worth any number of orgasms, don't you think? And she orders me to do bizaare things, and I deal well with that, too."

 

"See, that's the problem" I said, shaking my head. "I have to admit no matter how strange or humiliating the orders I get from Gretchen are, I get more and more excited...I'm sure you heard about the time I was nailed to a board!"

 

Skyler nodded sympathetically, and finished his beer.

 

"But I can't let things go too far, Skyler. You must understand, I'm more than a wimpy cuckold slave, right?"

 

Skyler laughed heartily.

 

 "But when I was talking about having my orgasms denied by Naomi, and when you discussed being nailed to the board, your cock was very hard, Miles.

 

Maybe your true nature is indeed to be submissive."

 

Skyler looked questioningly at me and said, "I know it's difficult to do humiliating stuff, but you're doing it for your Mistress, Miles. Think of how generous that is."

 

At that moment, Mike came in the house, sweaty from playing in his Friday night softball league. He took one look at us and brayed in laughter.

 

We did look ridiculous naked on the couch and tethered together by the ridiculous chain on our balls.

 

Skyler blushed, as did I...but then Sky looked up at Mike and asked, "Is there anything we can do to be of service to you, Master?"

 

"Are you kidding, faggot?" Mike asked in amazement.

 

"No, Mistress Naomi and Mistress Gretchen ordered us to be of service while they're gone this weekend, and we'd like to be as helpful as possible." Sky said.

 

What the hell is he thinking?  Jesus, man, don't speak for me! But I didn't say anything.

 

Mike grinned, and pulled his pants down. "You can suck my dick, if you want to...I've been all excited by the girl who's pitching for the Treadway Electronics company team."

 

And with that Sky got up and began walking towards Mike, and I had to follow, as my balls were trapped in the damn ring.

 

I was just going to sit by and pretend I didn't notice what was going on, but Skyler tapped me on the shoulder.

 

"What do you think your Mistress would really like for you to do? Wouldn't it be nice to have Mike report that we kissed and licked his dick together, like porn stars do in those films?"

And something changed in me...it was amazing! As if in a dream, I sank to my knees, and Skyler and I began kissing and licking the sides of Mike's huge cock.

 

After a few minutes, Skyler paused briefly and removed his upper dental plate. "This gives him a smoother ride." Sky explained.

 

"That's great, do my balls, Miles, while this other homo licks the tip, willya?" Mike asked with his eyes closed, no doubt imagining the hottie pitcher from Treadway Electronics.

 

I knelt down further, putting my head just under Mike's scrotum, and gently took it into my mouth, trying not to make a face.

 

I tried to think of how hot Gretchen was, and how pleased she would be that I was being of good service, as I rolled Mike's balls around in my mouth.

 

Skyler was slurping Mike's cock like a demon, running his head back and forth on it, and soon Mike grabbed Sky's ears and began shoving the cock in and out of Sky's mouth, and amazingly, Skyler didn't choke or cough!

 

Horrible to admit it, but Skyler must have extensive experience in cocksucking, I thought as I continued to juice Mike's testicles up with my spit.

 

After about twenty minutes of this, Mike gasped and shot his load into Skyler's mouth.

 

Mike grunted as Sky cleaned him off with his tongue, and I thought that might be it....

 

"Do you want us to cook you lunch, Master?" Skyler asked, which irritated me a bit. Must he volunteer my services?

 

But I was starting to see Sky's way of thinking. Despite Skyler's sadness about his slave state, there was a serene acceptance in his eyes that I envied.

 

"You know, I want another blowjob, I want to cum again, fast!" Mike said, and snapped his fingers.

 

And back we went to work, but this time Mike was flagging, and though Sky really licked and sucked that bad boy, nothing was happening.

 

"What's wrong?" Mike asked, enraged. "Why can't you get me off?"

 

"P-please just give me time, Master Mike." Skyler said desperately, as he opened his mouth wider to receive more of Mike's cock.

 

But Mike couldn't cum again, and inevitably he accused Skyler and I of malingering, and took off his belt.

 

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

 

We each got about thirty across our backsides and our cocks, and Mike left us crying on the floor of the living room.

 

Skyler blew his nose after about twenty minutes. "But this is worth it, Miles. I know you feel that we are being treated unfairly...but we're slaves. This is our lot in life."

 

Suddenly, Sky motioned for me to get up. "I had too much beer and I have to go to the bathroom."

 

We walked together to the bathroom, our chain swinging between us. But as Sky got there, he tapped his chastity tube, and groaned.

 

"Oh no...this is bad." Skyler said, with an aggreived look on his face. "Naomi didn't unlock the pee hole. I can't pee until she gets back."

 

My jaw dropped as I gazed at him.

 

"You see," Skyler explained, as he began shifting from one leg to the other, his bladder obviously bothering him,

 

"...There are two levels to my chastity. I haven't had an orgasm in many, many months, but Mistress Naomi also regulates when I am allowed to go to the bathroom. She often forbids me to go as punishment."

"Of course you're joking, man." I said in disbelief. "You can't go to the bathroom without her permission?"

 

"Well, it's part of Naomi's total control of me." Skyler said, as he began walking about restlessly, dragging me along by the crotch.

 

"Sometimes it's worse, she makes me write lines, like five thousand times 'I will be more punctual arriving home' or 'I will remember to clean the bathroom daily' and she'll leave the pee hole locked until I complete at least half the sentences."

 

Skyler held his stomach and shook his head.

 

"Other times she'll make me jump around, begging to pee while her boyfriends laugh at me, and hit me with belts, trying to get me to wet myself. It can be quite traumatic, Miles."

 

"Could...could you not drag me around like this?" I asked as Skyler began doing a little dance. He was holding his crotch and moaning. "It really isn't my fault that you drank all that beer."

 

Skyler dropped to his knees, gritting his teeth, and of course I had to sit down as well. He looked quite unhappy.

 

"Perhaps we can go down to the workshop and find something to break into that chastity device...or just drill a hole, you know."

 

I was nervous. What if his bladder exploded, or he had, God forbid, a urinary tract infection?

 

"No, no...Naomi would make my life hell if I violated her Iron Maiden." Skyler said, tapping the chastity device lovingly.

 

I shook my head. I had been through so much in my life--various therapies, traveling the world wearing a knapsack, some time in a motorcycle gang (weekends only, of course).

 

I'd lived in a commune, managed a bar, volunteered on a rescue squad, tried four different religions, Lifespring, the Peace Corps, the Hare Krishnas, transcedental meditation, working in political campaigns and martial arts.

 

I'd run an underground newspaper, surfed competitively, and once been a rodeo clown.

 

But this was really something new! What the hell was this BDSM nonsense?

 

I was attached by the balls to a right-wing disc jockey nutcase who wasn't allowed to pee and there was no way out!

 

"I just have to be strong." Sky said, his hips shaking.

 

 "It's been longer than this, she locked it last night, and I haven't drank that much. Once she made me wait eighteen hours."

 

Sky pushed his legs together like a girl, and held his face in his hands. Suddenly there was a stench, and I looked down.

 

Pee was squirting out of the sides of the chastity device, and all over Grandmother's 18th century Beauvais carpet.

 

"Wait, get up!" I screamed. "At least stand in the bath tub, won't you?"

 

I got up and ran away from the growing piss  puddle, but of course the chain pulled me back and I fell down, right in the mess!

 

"Oh, Miss Naomi will be so disappointed in me for soiling myself" Skyler said with a trembling lower lip.

 

"I'm such a bad boy..."

Gretchen laughed her ass off about this when I recounted things on Sunday night.

 

It had been quite unpleasant sharing the weekend with the piss soaked Skyler, even after I'd gotten him in the shower, because of course he had to pee again and again.

 

And he always refused to stand in the bathtub because he was trying to "Be strong" for Mistress Naomi.

 

"And it would be like using birth control when you are trying to abstain from sex for Christian reasons...just planning to fail."

 

I didn't understand this, all I knew was there were repulsive little urine puddles all over my house!

 

When Mike came back upstairs, he tried to solve the problem by holding our heads over the piss and having us suck it up, but that could only do so much good...

 

So he'd made us sleep in the garage where we couldn't do much more harm. I begged him to sever the chain between us, but of course Mike couldn't do that...

 

"The girls would be so pissed at me" he had said with a grin.

 

Skyler had been locked in closets and in the trunk of Naomi's car, and once in a cedar chest, and so being banished naked to the unheated garage, even in the middle of March, wasn't that big a deal to him.

 

But the good news was, as I told my lovely wife, that I had come around to my submissiveness....I was ready!

 

And for the first time in years, Gretchen gave me a beautiful smile.

 

Shortly after this revelation, I was outfitted for a chastity device, an "Iron Maiden" very much like the one that Skyler wore.

 

"You will still allow me to cum, right?" I asked Gretchen, and she gave me a crooked grin.

 

It's been five years since then, and Gretchen and I are more in love than ever, although of course I haven't been allowed to make love to her in many years.

 

Gretchen has a series of lovers, and I watch from the closet, sometimes joining in when they need "clean up".

 

I am allowed to masturbate about once every ninety days, and the rest of the time, Gretchen keeps me locked up, except when she ties me down for teasing and torment!

 

But this makes me more and more devoted to her as my Goddess...and Mike, who still lives with us, is my Ultimate Master!

 

Gretchen and Mike occasionally do the "dirty",but much of the time Mike uses my mouth for his satisfactions, and he enjoys spurring me on with his belt and his kicking boot...

 

My other old buddies drop by now and then, when they aren't bowling or throwing darts, and I satisfy them with my mouth as well...my only real friend is that old fascist, Skyler Soames.

 

Sky was right, though...being a submissive male is what I need to be, and Gretchen is my Queen. I can only hope that I can satisfy her while she teases me into happy madness!

 

                    THE END