Kim has come back home! I can’t tell you how amazing that feels. Saturday was an almost total success.
I cooked her an amazing meal – all her favourites, including an asparagus and goats cheese salad starter, sea bass and chocolate mousse – and expensive wines – both to put her at her ease and show her how much i love her and want her back. It had been a month since she walked out after catching me wanking and dressed in her panties but after talking things through with Princess Jennifer i was feeling confident about pulling it off.
She looked absolutely amazing and was wearing a tight top and short skirt with high heels. At first I just told her that and how much I loved her. I didn’t want to rush things too much so i waited until we were on the sweet before i really got into it. I said how sorry i was about what i’d done and how much i loved her and how i’d do anything if she’d only come back. She smiled at that and said she loved me too but she couldn’t have me sneaking round behind her back like that. I said i was really sorry again and would do anything to make it up to her. She said that if she was going to there would have to be a few changes and we needed to get a few things clear. I said please tell me – anything at all. She said i’d have to accept that she would sleep with who she wanted, when she wanted and where she wanted. I blushed at her putting it like that but said yes. Then she asked me if i realised that there would probably be no sex between us – not full sex anyway. Again I agreed. The last thing was no more sneaking around behind her back. What she didn’t know was whether i could stick to all that. Could she trust me?
I swore that i could but she said she wasn’t sure. How do I know you won’t be sneaking around like a pervert the minute my back is turned? I realised it was time for my secret weapon:
- What if there was a way you could know for certain that i wasn’t?
- How do you mean?
- What if there was a way you could control my sex life? So that i could only masturbate with your permission?
She smiled at that and said tell me more.
I said i’ve got a present for you but before i give it to you i want to tell you again how much i love you, how much i want you back and how i’ll do anything to make you happy. I held her hand and kissed it and then reached into my pocket for the small box.
- I want you to have this…it’s the only way i can think of to convince you it will never happen again.
She took it smiling and opened the box, then looked puzzled.
- What is it?
She was holding the small kep in her hand.
- This may sound strange i said but i want you to have it. It’s the key for a chastity device – my cock will be locked up and unable to get hard unless you use it.
I could see her thinking, then liking the idea.
First she wanted to see it, inspecting each piece. Then she wanted me to put it on. I did so and came back down, leaving the lock not quite closed. She was delighted, running her hands over it and pulling at it to check how secure it was.
- And so once this lock is closed?
- I can’t get out and i can’t get hard and i can’t wank.
She twisted the tiny lock and clicked it shut. My poor cock was so excited it was trying to break out of the tiny cage. She bent down and kissed me long and deep. I kissed her back and ran my hands over her, trying to ignore the discomfort. It was so amazing, that feeling of being locked up while doing that. But she seemed delighted by the idea and turned on too. The rest of the evening was wonderful (except for one thing of course).
Later we lay in each other’s arms and talked for hours. She told me she’d been upset by the wanking but that wasn’t a problem anymore (stroking my caged cock at this point) but that if i wanted to wear panties i could. She said they suited me. She urged me down between her legs again and again and if i say so myself i was good – i have never satisfied her or anyone else as much as that.