Karen's Seed  (Part 3 of 4)  Chapter 7 

     I spent the day doing some reading, watched some news programs on TV, and spent a lot of time thinking about my loins.  I was really enjoying the bondage angle of this arrangement, even though it occurred to me that I could free myself from the device with a slice of a knife.  I was willing to play along with this new development and explore this new frontier of sexuality.   I had dozed off in the chair when Karen called.
    "Hi, bunny, what's up?"  I asked.
    "I wanted to.. to let you know ...that I... um...I  got bogged down here for a while."  She seemed to feeding me the bad news slowly.
    "How long do you think you will be?" my voice rang with concern.
    "Oh, we are waiting for a proof to come in.  It will be arriving at the airport at 1:00 o'clock, and the couriers will be bringing it right over.  We need to look at it right away because it goes on the press tomorrow," her explanation dragged on.  "I am going to go out to lunch with Brenda, and we will come back and proof the film so we can get it to the printer."   This was far more detail than I wanted to hear.   "Are you going to be OK?"  she asked with genuine concern.
    "I just miss you is all,"  I said with my best hurt puppy voice.
    "I know, I will be home as quick as I can.  Be good," she mocked.
    "Yea, OK," I said, "Love you a bunch."
    "I love you too, but I gotta run, bye..." she said, her voice being replaced by the dial tone.   I started surfing the channels and got involved in a couple of movies, made a little dinner, and generally relaxed when I heard Karen's car in the driveway.   I went to the doorway and helped her with her coat.
    "I really missed you." I said in a whimper, trying to heap on a little guilt.
    "I know, but you don't look any worse off." she saw right through my little performance. "Everything still safe?" she questioned as she patted the front of my pants.
    "The barn door's closed and locked," I reported.
    "Not that I don't believe you..." she said sliding my zipper down and checking the lock, "but I know you can be somewhat untrustworthy. I wouldn't want anything happening to my property."    
     "Never!!" I exclaimed.   "I expect a command performance tonight and you better be up to it,"  she said, as I hung her coat up in the closet.   I cannot ever remember her talking to me like that during the last 10 years of our marriage.  This chastity thing was working both ways.  Me, I am always thinking about sex, but she was usually much more reserved.  Her talking about having sexual expectations for me was a whole new avenue for us.
    The rest of the day was pretty much routine, dinner, TV and heading to bed at the appointed hour.
    "David, I was wondering, I had to do quite a bit of walking today and my feet are really sore,"  she confided.
    "I would be happy to rub them for you!" I hastily offered.
    "That would be great, that's always so relaxing," she sighed.
    "Let me get some oil and I will fix you right up,"  I said nearly running to the medicine closet.   It usually is a giant turn on for me to rub my wife's feet.  She keeps them in very good condition, everything neatly trimmed and filed in order to keep from putting runs in her hose.  As she relaxed on the bed, I placed a towel over my lap and began to rub baby oil on her feet and ankles.
    "How does that feel?" I asked.
    "Just wonderful!!" she responded in a dreamy voice.  "I'll give you a week to stop that."   I continued to rub her feet, every once in a while reaching down to kiss and lick them.  She is not too much into foot worship, but I can usually get away with a little bit of nibbling before she puts a stop to it.
    "Why don't you lay down and let me do something for you," her voice sounding as smooth as silk.
     I laid on my back and she began to kiss and nibble on my neck, and then headed down to my nipples.     "Boy, those came to life in a hurry!" she exclaimed.  My nipples were firm and hard, and I was starting to become very excited.  She continued to nibble on my nipples then her kissing attack slowly drifted South.  I heard the click of the key in the lock, and felt the waistband of my device loosen, followed shortly by the sensation of the sheath being removed from my organ.    
     "Lay back and close your eyes," she ordered, as I felt an unusual sensation of friction against my growing member.  I opened my eyes to sneak a peak, and she was stroking my rigid shaft with her oily feet.   "Eyes closed or I stop," she announced, stopping the motion instantly.   I closed my eyes tightly, and once again I felt the incredible sensation against my hardness.
     "Let's pop into the bathroom and get this freshened up," she said.  "I got it all messy."    She griped my slippery member tightly as she left the bed.  I had no choice but to follow her into the bathroom.   She ran the sink full of warm water, and proceeded to soap up a rag.   She very seductively washed the whole region down there, and while she had my rod good and soapy, gave me a dozen or so full strokes with her hand.  My knees were starting to get weak and I started to get really fired up when she washed off every trace of soap, and dried the thing very carefully.     
     "There, nice and tidy," she reported as she sank to her knees and began to lick the end of my now pristine cock.  "Boy, does that taste good."
    "That really FEELS good too," I blurted out.   She began to slowly envelop my hardon in her warm mouth, while fondling my balls with a free hand.  I was about to bust loose when she firmly grasped the root of my cock, bringing me back from the edge.  I felt her sink to the floor, and I laid down on top of her.  She was so wet that I entered her almost effortlessly, and I began to slowly move in and out, until I could sense that she was getting close herself.  We kissed each other deeply as we simultaneously increased the tempo until we both shared a bone crushing orgasm that seemed to last forever.
    "That is one HELL of a precious commodity!" she shrieked as we both came down to earth.  We both laid there in a puddle of sweat and sex until we regained consciousness.   We gave each other a quick once-over with the warm washcloth and then fell into a single heap of spent flesh in the middle of the bed.

  Chapter 8

    I awoke still clutching Karen in my arms.  I woke her with light kisses on her cheeks and forehead, and finally lightly kissing her full on the lips.
    "That's nice," she mumbled, "but I am going to HAVE to getup."     I hugged her tightly before allowing her to leave my side.   "Did you sleep well?" she inquired.
    "Oh, yes- yes indeed," I replied.
    "So did I,"  she added, "My feet are nice and soft, but my back is killing me!" 
   "Well, come to think of it," I admitted, "my knees are a little sore.  I wonder how that happened?"
    "I won't tell if you don't," she agreed. "I need to take a shower and get ready for work," she announced.
    "Would you like some company?" I offered.
    "NO!!!- much too distracting," she said with a degree of panic in  her voice, "Why don't you go start some coffee?"
    "OK- I can tell when I'm not wanted," I groaned heading toward the kitchen.   We spoke very little over breakfast, but our glances and smiles spoke volumes to one another.  After eating a light breakfast, I headed in to take my shower while she applied her make-up.  We met up with one another while getting dressed.
    "Do you remember what you are supposed to do as soon as you come home?" her question came out of nowhere.
    "Ah- well- I think so."  I replied.
    "Just remember, everything needs to be fully protected by the time 6:00 o'clock rolls around." she stated flatly.  "I may have to work a little late so I'm counting on you."
    "I think after last night that I am pretty safe, but a deal is a deal." I agreed.
    "I will need to give you a couple of days to rest up, and then we will see about working up to another harvest,"  she reported. "I have been doing some research on this particular seed variety, and I have a couple of things that I want to try in order to boost production."
    "Give it your best shot," I offered with a hint of reservation in my voice.

    My day went along pretty much as normal, with the exception of the big grin that I carried around on my face.  Nobody asked me the embarrassing question, "Why are you smiling, did you get a little last night?" but I know that everyone thought it.  As the end of the day rolled around, I couldn't help thinking about the duty that lie ahead of me.  I was having one of those flip-flop discussions in my head about why the notion of going home and strapping myself into the chastity belt appealed to me.  It wasn't necessarily comfortable, and it was a true adjustment in my sexual freedom, but every time I thought about hearing the lock snap shut, I got excited.  I guess it was a true gift of love, or at least that was the only excuse that I could make for it.
     When I arrived home, I immediately went to the closet and brought out the device.  I seemed to be drawn to it, and I slipped my stem into the circle of leather which would be it's home until my wife said otherwise.  As I ran the free end of the waist strap through the buckle and adjusted the tightness, there came the moment of truth.  I saw myself threading the shackle of the lock through the eyelet, took a deep breath, and pressed the lock together.  The quiet click reverberated in my head as I felt a rush of emotion pulse up in my groin.
   "Well, I hope you're happy," I said aloud to no one in particular, all the time knowing that I was very happy indeed.   Karen came home as I was still examining myself in the mirror.   "   
     "Excellent!!" she praised, "But I need to make a security check."   She inspected the lock, and checked the waist belt for tightness.   "Everything looks OK,"  she announced, "That should protect the goods from poachers."
    "You can poach me anytime." I offered.
    "No, I'm sure you need to rest up," she rebuffed, a slight smile coming across her face.    Our evening consisted of a light supper, and some cuddling in front of the TV, enjoying one another's closeness.   As bed time rolled around, we took turns in the bathroom.   She was already snuggled down in the covers when I got finished in the bathroom and came to bed.
    As I slipped between the sheets, she whispered,   "I sure enjoyed myself last night, but tonight was kind of special too."
     "Thanks, same here," I said, kissing her lightly on the cheek.   As I rolled over to go to sleep, I felt her run her hand between my back and the waist strap of my device, testing it's tension.  We both drifted off to sleep.




 Chapter 9

     The next couple of days were a mixture of pleasure and torment as I adjusted to the agreement that I had made with Karen.    I obediently returned from work every evening, and strapped myself into my belt, feeling the sensation of tension and excitement as the lock snapped closed.  Karen would carefully check the device each evening, and would release me the next morning with the key that hung around her neck.
     By mid-week I found myself becoming much more excited about the prospect of a harvest, but Karen did not give any indication as to just when that might happen.  By the time Thursday evening rolled around, I was starting to get just a little bit tense.  I started to dog her around, hugging and kissing her and trying to get her in the mood for play.
    "I'm a little tired this evening, but I can see you are starting to get a little frisky,"  she said as we prepared for bed.  My heart leaped as she took the key from around her neck, but then she did something unexpected.  She placed both her hands behind her back,  hiding the key in one of them, and then brought her clenched hands around in front of me. "Your choice!"  she announced.
    I carefully examined both hands, but there was nothing to indicate which hand contained the key.  I was finally forced to blindly choose.
     "Aw, too bad," she mocked as she presented me with the empty hand.  She then opened up the other hand and replaced the key around her neck.  "Now that's what I call bum luck."
     "You are just wicked," I hissed.
     "Me???" she said with disbelief, "Wicked???"
     "Yes, Wicked!!" I emphasized the word wicked, while my shaft tried in vain to erect inside the leather sheath.
     "You have yet to see wicked!" she warned, "Now to bed with you."
     As I settled into bed, I leaned over and kissed her tenderly.   "I like my women wicked," I confided, and drifted off to sleep.  

Chapter 10

     As I came home from work Friday evening, I started to get excited about the prospect of spending the weekend with Karen.  I dutifully secured myself in the device, but the desire to stroke myself was becoming increasingly more intense.  I quickly closed the lock before yielding to the temptation.   As usual, after arriving home my wife would carefully check the security arrangements.
    "I thought we would go out for a nice dinner," my wife said. "What do you think?" 
    "Fine with me,"  I replied.
    "Let me change my clothes and we will leave," she said, taking off her blouse.  As she removed her blouse, I noticed that the key that was usually hanging around her neck was missing.
    "I hope you didn't loose the key!" I stated with alarm.
    "Not to worry," she assured. "It is quite safe."  We dressed quickly and headed for the restaurant.
    We had a nice dinner and a little wine and exchanged tales of our day at work.  I did sense a little extra excitement not knowing where the key to my belt was, along with a fairly high level of excitement that was present anyway.   We returned home late and headed toward the bedroom to get ready for bed.  My mind was running through all of the possible games that she could play, when she entered the bedroom and went straight to bed.
    "Could you click out the light when you come to bed?" she asked with a yawn.
    "Ahhh,  have you given any thought to a little recreation?"  I asked sheepishly.
    "Not much at all, but if you would like to help me out, I would appreciate it." she said, rolling onto her back.
    "What about me?" I whined.
   "Not too much we are going to do for you," she announced to my horror. "You see, I left the key in my desk at work."
    "How careless!" I announced indignantly.
    "Not careless at all," she glanced at me with a stern look. "Just wicked, and you said that you liked it when I was wicked." 
   My cock was surging against it's restraint as a feeling of torment washed over me.   After a moment, I burst out laughing.  "Yes, I love it when you're wicked," I said as I smothered her with kisses.   
     She studied me carefully, "Now, what about that recreation you mentioned?" 

Karen's Seed  (Part 4 of 4) Chapter 11   

     Saturday was a day of mixed emotions.  I woke up with my beast still inside it's leather cage and snarling to get out.  Karen slept late, and awoke refreshed.  I, on the other hand, was somewhat of a basket case.  It seemed that my wife was deliberately attempting to be alluring.  Her motions seemed deliberately sexy and bold.  She would casually brush her breasts up against my body and then excuse herself with a wink.  On one occasion I spoke to her in a menacing tone.
    "It's probably a good deal that I am all trussed up like this or I would come over there and really rattle your bones!" 
   "I know, and it is certainly nice to know that I have this level of protection from you.  I could do this..." as she reached over and grabbed my ass, "or this..." moving her hand under my shirt and pinching my nipples, "and there is nothing you can do about it."
    "I could give you a good spanking for being so mean." I warned.
    "Key, Hmmmm, I wonder what I did with that key?"  she mused, "The spanking idea is a good one, though, but I wonder who it is that will get spanked?"
     I could see myself seriously out gunned, and left it at that.  Karen continued to slink around and torment me, and all I could do was to take it.
    "I think I will take a quick shower.  Why don't you just relax," she offered. "You look kind of tense."
    "Thanks, that's a good idea," I agreed. "Let me know if you need someone to wash your back."   My wife disappeared into the bathroom, and in a little while I heard the water running.   After several minutes of her splashing around, I heard her call out to me.
    "Yes, dear," I said as I stuck my head into the foggy bathroom.
    "I'm ready to have my back washed," she announced.   I lathered up the rag and gave her a good scrubbing on her back, and then spent some time lathering up some of her other parts also.    
     "Kind of getting mixed up on your directions there, aren't you, Bud?" she said.
    "Just scrubbing up all of the grubby bits," I said while working over her breasts with my soapy hands.
    "Ahhhhhh, ENOUGH!!" she yelled, "OUT!!!"   The shower began to run again as she rinsed off the copious amounts of soap still clinging to her body.  As I left, I considered removing the big bath towels and leaving her just a couple of small hand towels to dry off with, but I dismissed the thought as too dangerous.
    She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in one towel, and with another wrapped around her head, and walked into the bedroom to get dressed.   When she stepped out of the bedroom, she had on a seductive culotte outfit on with a see-through blouse and sheer tan hose.  She disappeared back into the bathroom and I could hear the hair-drier running, and then the sounds of her singing as she applied her makeup.  When she walked out of the bathroom, she was drop-dead stunning.
     "I thought I would dress up for you a little bit," she explained.
    "You look great," I exclaimed, "What's this?"   Through the sheerness of her blouse, I could see the outline of her necklace and the key.   
     "Oh, silly me, I forgot that I had dropped it in my purse before I came home yesterday." she explained. "I remembered it while I was in the shower."
     "The word 'Wicked' just doesn't do you justice," I said, planting a big kiss on her lips.  While we kissed,  I sensed the fragrance of her perfume and felt her yield to me in my arms.  The next thing that we knew, we were dropping down onto the bed.  As she slipped out of her culottes, I noticed that she was not wearing any panties with her hose.  She rolled me onto my back, and I arched my back allowing her to remove my pants.  She then leaned down and unfastened the lock on my device, removing it with a smooth motion.  My cock immediately jumped to life as she stroked it lightly.
     "I notice that it is a little smoother now," she whispered. "Nice job with the shaving."
     "Thank you," was the only thing I could think of to say. 
    "I have made some modifications to these hose that I think you might like," she announced, mounting my smooth shaft.   She had cut the crotch of her hose out, and she settled down on me with her warm moistness.   "You just settle back there and relax for a little bit and let me play," she cooed.   She began to slide up and down on my rigid stem, varying the tempo to keep me from coming too fast. I looked up at her, fully dressed, makeup on, the softness of her panty-hose straddling my body and felt a volcano begin to erupt in my lower body.  She must have sensed my excitement as she slowed her rhythm, but at the same time she began to toy with and tug on my nipples.  My excitement built slowly and when I thought I could stand it no longer she quickened the pace and drove me over the edge of ecstasy.  As I growled and moaned, I could feel the contractions of my wife's pussy gobbling up my massive erection.  Her juices turned into a flood as I pumped load after load of cum into her warmth.  The noise of our excitement became a symphony leading to a powerful crescendo of sound.
    After we were both totally spent,  Karen removed herself from my rapidly softening unit and laid on the bed beside me.   "What do you think?"  she said breathlessly.   
     "Seed production is way up." I answered truthfully.   We both napped for a short while, and then spent a fairly normal afternoon and evening.   Toward bedtime, I ran into the bedroom, slipped between the sheets and stared at her like a cat looking at a canary.
     "Aren't you forgetting something." she questioned.
    "Like....?" I responded.
    "Are you wearing your belt?" her voice taking a stern tone.
    "I...I...I thought..." I stammered.
   "There you go thinking again.  I am in charge of security and you are a large security risk right now," she announced.  "You just never know what might happen overnight, so you better get suited up."   I went to the closet and returned with my device.
     "Before you do that, I need to take some measurements," she said,."Wait here for just a minute."   She returned with a cloth measuring and had me stand with my feet spread apart and my hands on top of my head.  She took several measurements, chest, waist, hips, arms, legs and finally several of my genital region.  As she made the measurements, she recorded them on a sheet of paper.   When she was finished, she said, "All finished, now you can get dressed for bed."         
     As requested, I donned my chastity belt, tightened the strap and fastened the lock.  She inspected everything and we went to bed.
    "What were all of the measurements for?" I asked as I turned out the light.
    "Well, you have a birthday coming up, and I was thinking of getting you something special," she replied.
    "What would that be?" I queried.
    "Never mind." she mocked, "It's a surprise."   I didn't doubt that for one minute. 

Chapter 12

    Our life became somewhat routine, or as routine as it gets for a person who comes home every evening and straps on his chastity belt.  Karen would continually tease and taunt me while I was secured in my device, and usually once a week she would release me and we would have glorious sex.  I found her becoming much more attentive to my desires, and on a couple of occasions she would release me and give me a delicious blow job before fastening me up again.  Whereas before I would sometimes be only a mediocre performer, she was always assured that we would have great sex as long as she was able to provide the regulation.    
     On only one occasion did I sneak a hand-job in.  Karen had unlocked me so that I could take a shower and get ready for work.  Since our home-made device was made of leather,  I would not hold up too well getting wet.   On the previous night, she had taken off her panties, had me place my head under her skirt and lick her to a delirious orgasm while she watched TV.  While I thought about this scene during my shower, I began to rub myself and before I knew what happened I exploded all over the shower door.  I was hoping that I wouldn't get caught, but that evening she could sense in my reaction that all was not right, and questioned me about it.
    "You did what..." she screamed,  "That is my property and you washed it down the sewer!!"    
    "I...I'm sorry."  I mumbled, "I'll try to do better."
     "You simply cannot be trusted,"  she stated flatly.   She dropped the subject, but I noticed that I was no longer allowed to take a shower unattended.

     It was still a couple of weeks to my birthday, but I was starting to get excited about this special present that she was getting me.  I had also tried to be extra careful about displeasing Karen.   My birthday fell on a Saturday, and Karen had a cake and ice cream for me along with several brightly wrapped presents.   After opening presents consisting of silk boxers, a tie and matching suspenders, some after-shave, and etc. she brought out a larger box which she said contained my special present.
    "I hope it fits," she said as I tore off the wrapping.   My heart stopped as I opened the box and removed the packing material.  Inside I found a shiny stainless steel chastity belt.  As I removed the device from the box, I looked it over very carefully.  First of all, it was heavy, and the locking mechanisms looked very serious indeed.  Although made of stainless steel, everything which was in contact with the skin was lined with neoprene.  Functionally, it was very similar to the device that I was currently wearing in that my organ was held in a sheath, a metal one this time, and directed down and back between my legs.  The calls to nature could be accommodated with the exception that everything would become a sit-down job.
    "Let's have you try it on and see how it fits," she giggled.   After a period of familiarizing ourselves with the object, we had it in place and fully secured.   "The people who make these say that they are escape and tamper proof," she announced as she replaced the key hanging around her neck with the new one.  "Another feature of this model is that it can be worn in the bath and shower, so we won't have any more of those unfortunate incidents."
    The new, and much more serious device took some getting used to, and Karen allowed me to alternate between the two for the next few days.  She still allowed me to remove the device during the day when I went to work.  The level of security was frightening.  With the leather device, I knew that I could easily remove it with a pair of scissors.  With the stainless steel model, I think it would require a full machine shop to get me out without the key.   After a couple of weeks of getting used to the new security provision, I asked her if I could wear it all day at work to see if it would get in the way.
    "That might be a useful experiment," she agreed.   When I came home,  I was able to report to Karen that my new chastity device did not present any problem at work today, "...with the exception of the fact that I thought about you all day."
    "That's good," she said, "because the boss has asked me to fly out to the West Coast office to help out for the next couple of weeks," she smiled.  "You had better get used to having it on."       -The End
