This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, or if you may be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read no further - delete the file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!


Hopelessly Helpless


By

Nessus

CB FD
 
(Part 1)
“I had an interesting conversation last month,” my wife Jenny said as she languidly slid her hand up and down my hard cock. I was in an awkward position, tied spreadeagled and naked to the bed with a strange gag in my mouth.

I had been pleasantly surprised when, after all these years of my trying to persuade her to try different things, Jenny suggested that we play some games. Even though I was disappointed when she suggested that she tie me up, I decided to go along so I would get the opportunity next time.

Jenny had hummed to herself as she handcuffed my wrists to the bed-head and then tied my ankles to the foot rail. Even though I wondered where she got the handcuffs from, I smiled up at her, my cock growing hard as she sat on the bed next to me. “When are you going to take your clothes off?” I asked cheekily as she rummaged in a carry bag she placed on the bed next to her.

“You know, Ray,” she said as she calmly slid a red ball gag into my mouth, “you talk too much sometimes.” I protested with muffled sounds but she ignored me as she buckled the gag tight, her sweet perfume filling my nostrils as she leaned over me. “Better,” Jenny said, a small smile on her face as she watched me try to talk.

“Cute,” she said, walking to the bathroom and returning with a towel and electric clippers. Her cool hand gripped my testicles and I grunted into the gag as she tugged on them. “Lift up,” she said and slid the towel under me as I did, my hard cock wobbling in front of her. “Looks like you’re enjoying this,” she smiled.

Jenny started humming again as she used the clippers to trim my pubic hair then, horrified, I watched as she lathered my groin up and used the razor to shave me bald. “Don’t move,’ she warned as I felt the razor move over my balls as my cock twitched. Every now and again, she would graze the knuckles of her fingers up and down the sensitive underside of my cock, driving me insane with lust.

Finally, she was finished and after she wiped me dry with the towel, I gasped in embarrassment, as my rigid cock stood exposed in my denuded groin. “Good,” she said with satisfaction as she studied it. “You look more naked like that somehow. Also makes it look bigger and you can use a little help in that department,” Jenny said as she walked out of the room.

My eyes widened when I saw she had the digital camera with her when she came back and I tried to protest through the gag. “Smile, dear,” she cooed and the camera flashed. I was even more humiliated when she placed a wooden ruler on a stand next to my cock so the measurement could clearly be seen in the photo, placed a piece of white paper against my balls and the camera flashed again. I felt so humiliated as the evidence of my smaller than average cock was captured and, although I didn’t know what was written on the piece of paper, I guessed it wasn’t complimentary.

She was gone for a longer period this time and I guessed she was down loading the photos onto her computer. When she returned she sat on the bed, the nylon of her pantyhose rasped as she demurely crossed her legs and started slowly jerking me off.

“I had an interesting conversation last month,” Jenny said as she languidly slid her hand up and down my hard cock and I groaned in frustration. “An interesting little talk with Carol.” My eyes flew open in shock and she smiled down at me, her fingers gripping my cock. “Would you like to cum, sweetie?” she asked softly and I nodded urgently. “I don’t think so, not for a long while,” Jenny said, smiling coldly at me and my heart sank as she let go of my cock. 

I watched in shock as she calmly lit a cigarette. Jenny hated smoking in the house and yet here she was calmly smoking in the bedroom while I strained at my bonds. “Of course, you remember Carol from the tennis club?” Jenny said, blowing smoke towards me. “You always comment on how great she looks in her tennis skirt and how I should wear a skirt instead of shorts. You do remember, darling?” she said icily, peering down at me and I reluctantly nodded, my jaws staring to ache from the ball-gag.

Remember, of course I remembered and I was becoming very worried. Jenny and I live in a small suburban town about ten miles from the city, and play competition tennis at the local tennis club. Once a month during the long summer months, the club hosts a social night where all members play mixed doubles and enjoy a few drinks. As the social night is usually on a Friday night, everyone is pretty relaxed.

“Well, last month, Carol confessed to me about the two of you.” I tried to deny what was coming but the gag muffled me and Jenny smiled coldly at me. “Apparently, Ray, it all happened at the Social Tennis Night? You and Carol out the back in the storage room while I was inside with all the others, how sweet for both of you.” I struggled with the handcuffs, my hard cock wobbling from the exertion and tried to talk through the gag. “Carol told me you kissed her and then groped her, slid those sleazy little hands of hers up her tennis skirt. Typical! Apparently, she had to jerk you off to stop you from raping her in your drunken mood.”

Desperately, I tried to yell through the gag while she calmly watched me, smoking. “No point protesting, dear. I think I believe her rather than you. At least Carol had the decency to own up. So you got a little hand-job from her while I sat with those boring old farts from the Committee. Must have been tremendous fun for you, dear,” Jenny said coldly, her eyes glittering. 

I remembered how Carol had quickly unzipped me, taken control and smoothly and effectively jerked me off in the storage room when we were returning the nets. It had been a strange and vaguely unsettling experience.

 “Although, Carol said you came rather quickly and it wasn’t much fun for her.” I blushed at that and she laughed bitterly as she stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray. “Anyway Carol and I have become friends and she’s helped me with a little something,” she said as she rummaged in the bag. “You know she works in industrial design in the city? She knew someone who made these wonderful little gadgets and she got one for me. Well, for you, actually,” Jenny laughed, holding up a strange looking metal tube.

“I’m afraid I don’t want you to see how I fit this so this has to go on.” Jenny slipped a sleep-mask over my eyes and let the elastic snap against the back of my head so I was effectively in darkness. “You see, Ray, I got to thinking. If you did that with Carol while I was so close, what would you do when you are on your own? Just how many times have you cheated on me?” I screamed into the gag and she smiled at the gurgling sounds I made. “Carol is a dear,” Jenny said, “and much more worldly than me so she told me how to get it this on. I’ll be right back so don’t go anywhere,” she giggled and I heard her walk out of the room.

I heard her return, rustling noises and then I yelled into the gag when she pressed something cold against my balls. Guessing it was an ice pack, I tried to move away but she was relentless and pressed it against my groin. “There it goes,” she cooed. “Shrinking all ready, down, down, down.” I heard her laugh and I flushed in embarrassment. A moment later, I felt her fingers thread my cock through something and then an ominous click. I heard a slight noise of metal against metal and then I felt her hands move away.

The sleep mask was pulled off and I stared down at my cock, now encircled in a shining metal tube. With a sinking heart, I knew it would be impossible to get hard in that device.

“Cute, isn’t it?” Jenny laughed as I stared at her in horror. “This is the key,” she said, holding up a small metal key, “and this is the tiny screwdriver for the three screws next to the keyhole. I know you can’t see those screws without getting your face down to your balls but listen carefully to me, Ray,” Jenny smiled down at me. “Once the key is in the keyhole, the screws can be loosened to take the tube off so your cute little cock can get hard. But,” she said, smiling coldly at me, “there is a trick. The screws must be unlocked in the correct order. If not, I am assured they will fuse into the holes and your cock will be locked up forever. I’m told the only way to get the tube off is to drill the screws out or cut the metal. Rather nasty, I would imagine.”

I screamed into the gag and struggled with the handcuffs as Jenny, still smiling, calmly placed the key and the tiny screwdriver on the dressing table. “I’m going out and you may want to experiment while I’m gone.” Jenny inspected her face in the mirror while she spoke. “Fundamentally, our marriage as it was is over. If you agree, pack your things and don’t be here when I come back. We’ll start the divorce proceedings and when everything is satisfactory, I’ll tell you the correct order for the screws. Let’s hope we can settle the divorce quickly, darling,” she smiled and pursed her lips to apply lipstick.

I watched her in shock, my heart pounding and I felt sick to my stomach. Jenny put the lipstick down and used a key to unlock the handcuff on my left hand. “If you are still here when I return, I will assume you want to stay married and want to change. Our marriage can not go on as it was.” She dropped the handcuff keys on my naked chest and paused at the door. “Of course, you can experiment with the screws. What did Clint Eastwood say in that dreadful movie? Do you feel lucky, punk?” Jenny laughed and she was still laughing as I heard her walk out the front door. A moment later, her car started up and she drove away.

It was a relief to get the gag out of my mouth and then I spent a solid half an hour inspecting the device. My heart sank as I realised an erection would be impossible and I would have to pee sitting down as my cock was held firmly in a downwards position over my balls.

The screws were tiny and my fingers trembled as I picked up the screwdriver. Was she joking? Would it be locked permanently if I made a mistake? Sighing, I placed the screwdriver down on the dressing table, as I knew I could not take the risk.

I slipped my robe on and suddenly froze as another thought occurred to me. What if she was lying and there was no way to get it off? No, she wouldn’t do that I thought as I shakily sat down on the bed but I was in deep shit either way. If I left, Jenny would screw me over in the divorce and I would let her, as she would bargain hard, knowing I would eventually give in to get this thing off my dick. Of course, no guarantee she would give me the right directions and I could still end up with this chastity tube permanently on my poor cock.

After a while I realised I would have to stay, wait until Jenny took it off and then make my move. It was my only choice, I thought as I walked into the den to get a drink. The computer was on and I gaped in horror at the photograph that filled the screen. It was me, naked and bound on the bed with the red gag shining in my mouth. My cock stood rigid in my bald crotch with the ruler next to it showing my length as just five inches. Blushing, I leaned forward to see what was written on the piece of paper between my outstretched legs. ‘Still Small when he’s hard!!’

Angrily, I snapped the PC off and poured a drink. Jenny was deliberately trying to make me mad and humiliated, probably so I would try to use the screwdriver to get out of this thing or storm out of the house. Well, it wasn’t going to work. As I sat down on the sofa, my eyes fell on a magazine, open at lingerie ads and my cock stirred, causing me to grimace in pain. The bitch, I angrily thought as I slammed the magazine shut.

I must have dozed after a while and woke up suddenly when I heard Jenny’s car pull into the garage. “So,” she said from the doorway, “you’re still here. A real man would have packed up and left,” she sneered. “Carol was right, you are a wimp!”

“Jenny,” I began but she silenced me with a wave of her hand.

“Don’t bother!” she snapped and I looked at her in surprise. Jenny looked around the room and smiled when she noticed the dark computer screen. “Didn’t like the picture? Shame, I thought it was appropriate.” I opened my mouth to retort but shut it quickly when she glared at me. “I’m too angry to talk now, we’ll talk in the morning! I’m having a bath and while I’m in there you can get your things out of my room! You can sleep in here from now on,” she said as she turned away, leaving me alone in the den.

(Part 2)
I woke groggily with my cock in pain as it struggled to reach its morning erection in the cock tube. Rushing to the guest bathroom, I sat and sighed in relief as I peed into the bowl, my mind in turmoil as I tried to come to grips with the events of the previous night.

After shaving, showering and dressing for work, I made some coffee and sat miserably in the kitchen, sipping strong coffee until Jenny strolled in. She was dressed for work in a red business suit, her thick dark hair swept back and her full breasts swelling in a black silk blouse. My cock twisted in its metal embrace.

She poured herself a cup and sat down, her dark eyes coldly examining me. I opened my mouth to speak but she cut me off. “Don’t,” she said simply and I snapped my mouth shut. “I’m not so angry now so I’ll give it to you straight. I am tired of your laziness, your gambling and your womanising. It’s over.”

“But, Jenny,” I whined. “I never…..”

“Stop your lying, Ray,” she snapped. “It’s a total waste of time. You gambled away your Christmas bonus and I was hoping to use that to see my mother. You do nothing around here and, well, we know about your womanising. So, stop fucking lying!”

I gaped at her in shock as Jenny never swore and here she was calmly sipping her coffee and using four letter words! “Jenny,” I said in my sincerest voice. “You know I love you and things haven’t been that bad,” I added, flashing her my best sales smile.

“Haven’t they?” Jenny watched me without expression. “How long have we been married, Ray?”

Was this a trick question? “About two years?” I answered.

“Close enough. In that those two years we would have had sex, what a hundred, hundred and fifty, two hundred times? Give or take a few.” I nodded cautiously. “How many orgasms would you have had, Ray?” Jenny held her hand up. “Don’t bother answering, we’ll say it was the same number, ok? “I nodded again and she stared coldly at me. “How many orgasms would you say I had?”

“Ah, about the same number?” I answered hopefully, squirming under her cold gaze.

“Wrong Ray!” she snapped. “None! I’ve had none!”

“But,” I stammered, “all those times that you, you know,” I tailed off as she smiled bitterly at me.

“I faked them Ray so you wouldn’t feel inadequate because I thought I loved you. If it wasn’t for my trusty Silver Bullet I would have gone crazy. I used to wait until you were snoring and would slip away to finish the job and you didn’t even know, didn’t even want to know if I was satisfied. You are a selfish prick, Ray.”

“But, Jenny,” I whined. “How was I to know?”

“You are pathetic. Listen to me, you start to work hard at this relationship, start to make me happy or we get divorced. Divorce Ray, might be a lot easier for you. Do you want to reconsider, pack your bags and leave now?” 

I shook my head. “I want to stay with you,” I mumbled. Until I get this thing off I thought. Jenny stared at me thoughtfully and crossed her legs causing my cock to swell. I cleared my throat. “Jenny, when will you take this thing off me?” I asked softly, head down and she laughed.

“When I decide. I’ll leave the key and the screwdriver on the dressing table and you can try it anytime you like. You like to gamble, Ray,” she said mockingly, “now you can gamble with your cock instead of our money!”

“But, it hurts,” I mumbled.

“Good,” she said, standing. “Every time you nag me about it, you will be extending your time in it. You see, Ray, it’s all in your hands. Make me happy without complaining and I just might take it off. Or you can choose to try to take it off with out me. You control this situation, not me.”

“Did you mean it when you said if I get it wrong, it will be permanent?” I asked plaintively.

“What do you think?” I looked up at her glittering eyes and looked away. “Good,” Jenny laughed, “you understand.” She paused at the door, a cruel smile on her face. “I wouldn’t start thinking any sexy thoughts, dear. Carol tells me that thing can become quite painful.”

Angrily, I drove to the Porsche dealership where I worked. There were no customers to sell to so I sat in my cubicle and telephoned a customer who ran the research division of a large software company in the city. He lived near by and both he and his wife played tennis at the club.

“Hi Ed,” I said brightly when he answered.

“I’m not ready to trade up, Ray,” he said. “I told you that at the tennis club.”

“I know Ed,” I said, trying to sound hurt. “I’m not calling about the new Porsche.”

“What are you calling for then,” he asked cautiously.

“Well,” I said lowering my voice, “a mathematical problem.”

“Mathematics? You?” Ed laughed.

“It’s a company competition,” I lied. “Some work questions and some brainteasers. I need help on one.”

“What sort of brainteaser?” Ed asked and I could tell he was interested.

“There are three screws in a Porsche engine and they have to be removed in a specific order.”

“Why?”

“They just do, ok?”

“Sound stupid to me.”

“It’s just a brainteaser, Ed,” I whispered down the phone as Andy, the dealership owner was wandering through the gleaming cars on the showroom floor. “We have to estimate the number of possible combinations and I say there are six. Am I right?”

“Well, you have been thinking, Ray,” Ed laughed. “No customers down at the dealership, planning to do the crossword next?” I waited, heart pounding. “Well, Ray, it could be six or it could be six hundred, probably more.”

“Six hundred?”

“It depends on the process of removal. Does each screw have to be totally removed before the next in order is removed and so on? Or does each screw have to be partially removed in order? Is there a certain order to loosen all screws to a particular stage and then a new order? The clue has to be in the question, read it to me, Ray.”

“Ah, I don’t have it,” I lied quickly. “I left it at home.”

“Pity. Get Jenny to help you, she’s a smart lady. Got to go, Ray. See you at tennis.”

I put the phone down and stared miserably out at the cars, feeling sick to my stomach. It was going to be impossible to take the dammed thing off without help from Jenny and I was trapped.

A low groan escaped me when I saw Debbie, Andy’s secretary, strutting towards my cubicle. Debbie was young, blonde and sexy with legs to die for that tantalised every male in her ever-changing series of short skirts. Any other time I would have enjoyed flirting with her but not with my cock in this vice-like device.

She sat down in the chair opposite my desk and crossed her long legs, drawing my eyes to her nylon-covered thighs. “Good morning, Ray,” she drawled, a half smile on her face as she knew I was sneaking glances at her thighs. After all, she knew all men did no matter how they tried to cover it.

“Ah, hi Debbie,” I mumbled.  “I’m pretty busy,” I said, head down and shuffling some useless papers while my cock pulsed in its prison.

“To busy for me, Ray? You don’t usually say that.” She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. “Did Andy say anything to you?”

“No, why?” I asked, surprised.

Debbie leaned back and uncrossed her legs and crossed them again slowly, smiling as my eyes followed the movement. Of course, she didn’t know what it was doing to me but, then again I suddenly thought, maybe she did? Did Jenny tell her?

“Oh, he just accused me of flirting with you. Do you think I flirt with you, Ray?” she asked coyly and my cock tried to get hard.

“No, of course not,” I lied. Everyone knew she was a constant flirt and that she was sleeping with Andy, everyone except Andy’s wife, of course. My eyes fell back to her thighs and my cock flexed uselessly.

“What’s the matter, Ray?” Debbie asked. “You got a headache or something?”

“Bit hung over,” I lied, searching her eyes for a clue but she appeared to be the same old Debbie. “Jenny and I drank a little too much wine last night, that’s all.

Debbie uncoiled her legs and slowly stood up. “Give my love to Jenny. See you around, Ray,” she said and undulated back to Andy’s office. The image of her on her knees sucking Andy appeared unbidden in my imagination and I groaned audibly at the pain in my cock. 

I had feeling I was in for a long and frustrating day.

 (Part 3)
It was a beautiful summer’s day but I really didn’t notice. I was so horny when I drove home I nearly swerved off the road when a woman in a short skirt bent over to place parcels in her parked car. My cock pounded and I realised I had never gone more than a day without reaching orgasm in some shape or form. How long could I last in this situation and would this increasing frustration and constant desire drive me to a desperate gamble with that key lying on the dressing table?

What did Jenny say? ‘Make me happy without complaining and I just might take it off’, were the words so I did what any other man would have done in this situation; I bought flowers. While waiting for her to come home I tidied the house up, put some music on the stereo and made some cocktails. She smiled when I gave her the bunch of flowers and handed her a martini.

“They’re beautiful,” Jenny said, smelling the flowers. “Here,” she said, handing the bunch back to me, “put them in a vase.” While I did so she reclined on the sofa sipping her cocktail and I found myself sneaking glances at her crossed legs in sheer black nylon. I think she noticed because she had a sly smile on her face as she pretended to flick through a magazine.

I showed her the flower filled vase as I placed it on the coffee table and she nodded approval. “Excellent. Now,” she said, leaning back and smiling, “what’s for dinner?”

I thought furiously and then smiled at her. “I thought we could go out for dinner?

Jenny stood up and stretched slightly. “No, I don’t think so. I’m going to have a long bath and I’ll eat after that. Surprise me but pasta would be nice.” 

Stunned, I watched her go and then slowly dragged myself to the kitchen. There was no problem with cooking as I had learnt the basics in my wild bachelor days, it was just that I hated it and, more importantly, it was women’s work. 

The kitchen ended up in a mess but I finally prepared the meal. It was a basic pasta and salad but I did it and had a bottle of wine open when Jenny finally sauntered in, wrapped in her white fluffy robe, towelling her hair. Without a word she sat down and sipped her wine so I scrambled into the chair opposite her, waiting apprehensively for her to taste the food. “Hmm, not bad,” she said as she thoughtfully chewed a fork full and I felt strangely proud.

Jenny talked for the entire meal about her day, her work and her friends while I listened patiently. Not once did she ask about my day or how I was feeling and there was certainly no reference to the fiendish device that held my cock in its unrelenting grip.  

When the meal was over, Jenny took her glass of wine and sat on the sofa, eyes closed while she listened to the stereo playing in the background. I was about to sit beside her when she opened her eyes and stared at me. “Is the kitchen going to clean itself?” Jenny coldly asked.

“No,” I mumbled. “I’ll do it.”  It took a while, scraping plates, stacking the dishwasher and scrubbing down the benches but I thought it would pass inspection. She was still seated on the sofa, eyes closed and cradling her glass of wine in her hand when I sat beside her. 

Opening her eyes, she smiled at me. “A nice meal, Ray. Well done.” I smiled in return and she patted me on the thigh. “I’m so tense from work,” she said.  “A shoulder rub would be nice.” She turned slightly on the sofa and I started rubbing her shoulders and neck through her robe. The contact with her warm body went straight to my poor cock and I grimaced as I rubbed but she didn’t see it.

After a while, Jenny drew away and sat back on the sofa with her eyes closed. The lights were low and the soft music playing gave the room a soft romantic feel so I wasn’t surprised when she pulled my face to hers and kissed me. Her lips were warm and soft, delicate caresses over mine and, suddenly, her tongue thrust into my mouth as she seemed to take control.

We kissed for about ten minutes like necking teenagers while my cock squirmed and pulsed. Normally, I would have automatically started to feel her up and quickly fuck her but because of the chastity tube I was at a loss as to what I could do next. I also felt Jenny had taken control of the situation and I was careful to follow her lead as the last thing I wanted to do was to get her angry with me.

Her robe opened slightly and Jenny guided my lips to her breasts so I softly kissed them as she lay back, eyes closed. Suddenly, she sat up and casually undid her robe. “I think it’s about time I started to catch up,” she smiled and I looked at her quizzically. “Orgasms, darling. The score is two hundred to nil.” Jenny giggled softly, parted her legs and my eyes fell to the dark hair of her groin. Her hand guided my face downwards and I tentatively kissed her pubic area. Jenny pushed me further down and I found myself automatically falling to my knees in front of her open legs, her pussy glistening before me.

I began licking and kissing her pussy and was gratified to hear her soft moans above me as her hand pulled my face closer and closer into her crotch while my cock pounded futilely in its tube. I was no expert as, frankly, I usually found this form of oral sex distasteful so I wasn’t surprised when I heard whispered instructions and followed her finger as it indicated where I should lick and kiss. 

The moans and groans were becoming louder, her juices wet on my face and her grip on my head stronger. My jaw ached, my tongue strained in its action and I followed her directions for an endless time. Soon, her thighs closed on my face and Jenny moaned loudly as she reached the peak and rushed to orgasm. I felt like a fool because I could now see how obviously faked her previous so-called orgasms were.

I kept kissing her wet pussy until she let my head go and I looked up to see her smiling down at me. “Now two hundred to one,” Jenny said and I weakly smiled up at her as her finger stroked my lips. “Your face is all wet, darling. It’s so cute.” My cock was pulsing as I looked up at her, hoping Jenny would take pity on me but she stood, closed her robe and nodded down at me. “I’m going to bed to read for a while. I think I’d like some fruit with my coffee in the morning. Good night Ray.”

My knees creaked as I struggled to my feet and I groaned as I collapsed on the sofa, filled with frustration and my need for relief inescapable. I knew I would have to find some boring documentary on the National Geographic channel to help me take my mind off my arousal so I could drift off to sleep in my lonely den.

 (Part 4)
As before, the pain in my cock woke me up but it was joined by a new sensation, the irritating itching in my groin as my pubic hair was starting to grow back in. I was miserable as I got ready, made the coffee and sliced the fresh fruit. Life used to be so predictable but now it was reversed and strange. Jenny had changed dramatically over night, there was an edge to her I hadn’t seen before and her eyes appeared to look into my very soul.

Jenny arrived for breakfast dressed for work in a sleeveless cream sundress, her hair loose and a simple gold clasp around her tanned throat. The nylon of her pantyhose rasped as she sat and my cock squirmed, my eyes fixed to her long legs.

“Looking at something, darling?” she smiled at me over the rim of her glass of orange juice, her eyes glinting.

“Ah, nothing,” I said as I busied myself with plates.

“You were looking at my legs, Ray,” Jenny said, a faint smile lingering on her face. “Do you like them?” Jenny stretched her legs out and I stared at them, my throat dry. “Come a little closer, darling,” she said, “and take a look.” I shuffled over and stared down, her nylon covered thighs hypnotising me. “Perhaps if you got closer?” Jenny murmured and I found myself leaning down. “Kneel, Ray,” she whispered and I knelt on the kitchen floor in front of my wife, staring at her long legs. 

Her legs were together at the knees and although my eyes wandered from her high heel shoes to her thighs, they fastened firmly on her knees while my cock pounded uselessly in its metal prison. I was so aroused I had lost control, my heart thumping and I licked my dry lips when I saw her knees start to part.

“You were on your knees between my legs last night, Ray,” Jenny murmured. “Do you want to again?”
I nodded furiously as her knees parted wider and I had a glimpse of white under the nylon mesh. “I can’t hear you, Ray?” she prodded.

“Yes,” I croaked. “Please.” My cock was burning in frustration and I gaped as she widened her legs and slipped her dress up to reveal her white lace panties under her pantyhose. Her fingers gently tugged my head forward until my face was inches from her smooth crotch.

“Breathe me in, darling,” Jenny whispered and I pressed my nose against the nylon mesh that covered her panty-covered pussy, her aroma sweeping through me. “This is where you should be, Ray, your place is with your face in my panties,” Jenny’s gentle voice echoed in my head through the fog of arousal. “Isn’t it?”

I nodded slowly, my nose rubbing against her mound and my entire body trembling with desire. “Yes,” I croaked my cock surging in frustration and I grimaced in pain.

“Does it hurt?” she asked softly, her fingers stroking my hair as my face rested on her panties.

“Yes,” I mumbled, unbidden tears started to form in my eyes.

“Poor darling,” she cooed, her fingers running softly over my neck. “I might milk you later. Would you like me to do that?”

Hope swelled with in me and I looked up eagerly. “Yes, yes,” I begged.

“No matter how I choose to do it?” she said warningly but I didn’t care.

“Anyway. Please, Jenny. Now?”

“No, I have to go to work. Pull my dress down,” She said briskly, picking up her coffee cup. Slowly, I adjusted her clothing and stumbled to my feet. “The fruit was nice,” she said, standing and running her hands over her hair. “Must go. Have a good day at work and don’t forget we are playing tennis tonight.” 

Outside, the Sun was white hot and the land merged into a hot yellow horizon as Friday began. Miserably, I sat down to drink some coffee with a painful cock and an itchy groin and still teetering on the constant edge of arousal with no relief in sight.

And the coffee was cold.

(Part 5)
As soon as I got into the dealership, Andy blasted me for my bad sales figures in front of everyone and I just stood there and took it. Debbie was smiling at me behind Andy’s back as he furiously shook his finger at me and my eyes kept wandering to her legs.

“Are you even listening to me, Ray?” Andy demanded.

“Yes, of course I am, Andy,” I stammered, tearing my eyes away from Debbie’s crossed legs.

“You’ve got a month, Ray. Believe it!” Andy stormed off and I retreated to my cubicle, my cock pounding and my groin itching.

Jenny’s car was in the garage when I drove home and I could hear her in the shower. The Friday night social night at the tennis club was really a barbecue, a few drinks and social mixed doubles and was a great way to end the week.

However, with my whole body trembling in frustration, I didn’t know how I was going to get through the night and I was hoping that Jenny would, as she strangely put it, milk me before going. I realised I would anything for relief and any thought of escaping from her control had disappeared as I just wanted to cum!

Dressed in tennis shorts, white polo shirt and tennis shoes, I waited for Jenny, thinking how I was going to get her to let me out of this thing. I was worried because she had warned me that any requests would just result in a longer period confined. The picture of that small key and the tiny screwdriver on the dressing table popped into my head.

My mouth dropped when Jenny appeared dressed in a sleeve top with a low neckline and a very short pleated tennis skirt. Her hair was in a ponytail and the neckline of her top drew attention to the full swelling of her cleavage.

“Do you like my new tennis skirt?” she asked, a sly smile on her face as she twirled around and I got a peek of white panties.

“Yes,” I croaked as my cock responded with a jab of pain.

“I bought it today, although it might be a little short and I forgot to buy sports briefs to wear under it so I’ve had to make do with some old high waisted panties. Hope they’re not too transparent.  Come here, Ray,” Jenny said and I stumbled over, my cock squirming. “Darling,” she said, smiling while staring deeply into my eyes and her hands resting on my shoulders, “a lot of men will be looking at my panties tonight.” Her hands pushed me down and I found myself kneeling in front of her, my eyes focused on the hem of her white tennis skirt. “So you should get the opportunity to have a good look first,” her voice floated down to me as if from a long distance as my body trembled.

Jenny turned around, bent over slightly, lifted her skirt and I was staring at the white fabric that stretched over the lush cheeks of her bottom. I felt her watching me but I couldn’t help myself and leaned closer to stare at that smooth silky fabric. “You can have a little kiss, darling,” she prompted and I gently kissed her panties, feeling the warmth of her skin underneath the silky fabric.

Suddenly, she stood, turned around and moved my head to her panty covered mound of her pussy. “Remember this morning, sweetie?” she cooed. “Where your place is?”

“Yes,” I said, muffled by her crotch. “Here.”

  Her fingers lightly stroked my hair as I inhaled her musky aroma. “Good. I will get very angry if you forget that, Ray. I will also get very angry if you disappoint me to night at the tennis club. I’m going to have fun and I expect you to understand and accept that. Do you understand, Ray?”

Jenny pulled my head back so I looked up past her panties to her face as she stared down at me. “I understand,” I mumbled and I did because I realised she was going to flirt with the other men and, perhaps, do a little more than flirt. 

Her fingers lightly stroked my cheek. “Good boy,” Jenny smiled. “If you cause me any embarrassment it will be a very long time before I could forgive you enough to milk you.” My cock was squirming and I was in pain so I was going to be the perfect husband in every way. “Now, I think you seen enough of my panties,” she giggled. “Let’s go play tennis.”

(Part 6)
There was quite a crowd at the club with people milling around the barbecue while others played on the courts. Insects gathered around the bright lights and the evening sky was moving from a deep blue to black as the night approached.

Andy and his wife Celia waved at us when we walked through the gates and I groaned inwardly when I saw Carol waving as she walked towards us. Jenny and Carol kissed cheeks and then spoke like I wasn’t even there.

“Everything going according to plan?” Carol asked as they walked towards the clubhouse a pace in front of me but I could still hear.

“Better,” giggled Jenny. “You are a wizard, Carol. Thanks so much.”

“Nothing to it,” Carol said airily. “I just know a certain type of man so well. Here comes Brian.”

Both women stopped and smiled at the young tennis professional as he bounded off the court. “Evening ladies,” he said in that booming voice and both women giggled at him.

“Hello Brian,” Jenny said. “Do you know my husband Ray?” 

Brian looked me up and down and smiled broadly at me. “No, haven’t met. Hi Ray,” he said, crunching my hand in a monstrous handshake.

“Hello,” I said weakly, wondering what was worse, the pain in my crushed hand or the constant pain in my encased cock. Suddenly, Brian was whisking Jenny to play doubles with Andy and Celia and left me standing with Carol who was watching Brian’s ass as he jogged onto the court.

“How’s that little cock of yours? A little tied up?” she said, smiling at me and I blushed furiously.

“Please, Carol,” I whispered. “Don’t do this.”

“Do what?” she said in an innocent tone. “Let’s play tennis.”

The night wore on and I managed to lose every game I played while Jenny seemed to be constantly with Brian. My cock throbbed at the sight of Jenny running across the court, her skirt flapping and twirling and I was desperate for relief.

After eating, I sipped on a beer and searched the crowd for Jenny but neither she nor Brian could be seen. Carol suddenly appeared next to me. “Ray, you’re a car expert,” she said loudly so everyone could hear. “I’ve got trouble with my battery or something. Can you take a look?” Something in her eye made sure I didn’t refuse.

Carol had taken her ex-husband to the cleaners in their divorce so she had kept the BMW while he drove around town with his new very young girlfriend in a pick-up. She swung into the driver’s seat and I stared at her long legs as she adjusted her short tennis skirt. “What’s the problem?” I grunted, looking around but the car park was deserted and Carol had parked at the far end near the river and under some trees.

“No problem,” she smiled swing around so her legs were outside the car. “Jenny told me you know your place now so I thought I’d take that tongue of yours for a test drive.”

I gasped in shock and blinked as Carol casually lifted her tennis skirt and pulled her sports briefs aside at the crotch to expose her hairy pussy. “Carol,” I stammered. “I can’t do this. Jenny would be upset and..” I tailed off when I saw her laughing.

“Jenny won’t be upset, idiot,” she hissed. “She’ll be upset when I go tell her that her husband doesn’t know his place like she told me. She won’t have a problem with this, now get down here!”

I had no choice as I realised that Jenny probably knew this was going to happen as pay back to Carol. Wearily, I knelt before her and she abruptly pulled my face to her wet cunt. I began to work at my task, hoping she would orgasm quickly because I felt so humiliated giving oral sex to a woman in a public car park.

It took a while but she suddenly came in a rush, moaning and groaning while she held my face in place. After a moment, Carol pushed me away and adjusted her panties and her skirt. “Not bad, little man,” she giggled. “You’ll probably be pretty good at it in a few weeks as I’m sure you’re going to get lots of practice.” She was laughing loudly when she locked her car and walked back to the tennis courts.

Later that night Jenny and I walked to our car to find Carol waiting for us. “Well?” Carol demanded with a big smile. “Was he as big as I said?”

“Bigger,” Jenny answered and both women went in peals of laughter. I waited, humiliated and frustrated as I realised with sudden insight they were talking about Brian’s cock. Jenny nodded at me. “What about him?” she asked Carol.

“Average but I’m sure you’ll continue to coach him.” Again, both women laughed and pecked each others cheek as goodbye. 

Jenny looked at me as she drove the car towards our home. “I’m glad you didn’t disappoint me, darling,” she said. “I had a wonderful night and our life is becoming more balanced now, don’t you think?”

“I suppose so,” I said miserably.

“Of course it is,” Jenny said sharply. “And I’m much more open about it than you ever were. I don’t think you should get upset because I sucked Brian’s cock tonight. You’ve done much worse and not even told me.” Jenny smiled as we drove into our street and absently patted my thigh. “You’ve been a good boy so I might reward you tomorrow. I’m too tired now but, maybe tomorrow.”

(Part 7)
I tossed and turned all night, driven mad by my frustration, my itching groin and the constant image of my wife sucking another man’s cock. Life was now out of control, out of my control anyway.

Jenny slept in while I zoomed around the supermarket getting our weekly supply of groceries from the list she had left me. When I had finished packing the groceries away, I turned around to see Jenny leaning against the door, arms folded and smiling.  “I should get you an apron, darling. You’d look so cute.”

 I flushed but bit my tongue as my cock was surging at the sight of her. Jenny was dressed in a simple blouse and denim skirt with sandals but managed to look so sexy. “Come here, darling and give your wife a kiss good morning.” It was closer to afternoon but who was counting but as I leaned over to kiss her she stopped me with her hand. “Darling, you know how you kiss me,” Jenny said softly, her big eyes drilling into me. “You know your place.”

Grimacing with the pain in my cock, I knelt before her and she lifted her skirt, revealing black lace panties. Hypnotised and trembling with arousal, I leaned forward and kissed the delicate lace that covered her pussy. Her fingers approvingly patted my hair. “That’s nice, darling and I promise you no other man will ever get to do that, Ray. That is your place and yours alone.”

I struggled to my feet and she smiled broadly at me. “Would my cute little boy like his reward?”

“Yes, please,” I whined, hungry with desire.

“Take your clothes off,” she said and I hurriedly stripped naked. “It does look red and sore,” Jenny said looking down at my cock in its tube. “I’m sure this will feel nice. Come with me into the dinning room.” I followed her in and sat on the edge of the dining table as she instructed. Jenny told me to lie back and she fastened my hands to two the table legs and my feet to the other. I was in a strange position, my ass on the edge of the table and my feet almost to the floor while my arms were stretched out and lashed above me. The size of the table meant my head was hanging over the edge and it was tiring lifting it up. In fact, my head was the only thing I could move and I was soon in darkness when Jenny slipped the sleep mask onto me.

A moment later I felt her fingers go to work on the cock tube and my heart pounded as I prayed she wouldn’t make a mistake. Suddenly, the tube slipped off, my cock was free and I sighed at the sheer pleasure of it.

“Feel nice, darling?” she said and at the sound of her voice, my cock surged into full erection. Suddenly, the mask was removed and I stared up into her smiling face. “How do you feel?” Jenny asked and I twisted my head to look at her, suddenly realising I was never going to be able to get away without her knowledge or assistance.

“I don’t know,” I mumbled, turning my head away but her fingers gripped my chin and turned my face back.

“I’ll tell you. You feel helpless, vulnerable and exposed. I can do anything I want to you, can’t I?”

“Yes,” I muttered, knowing it was true. “I feel helpless.”

Jenny laughed and moved down the bottom of the table, looking down at my groin. “Let’s clean this up,” she said almost to herself. “That stubble is not appealing.” I let my head sink down as I felt her spread shaving foam over my groin and the sharp scrape of the razor. Jenny was so careful not touch my straining cock as she shaved or when she wiped the foam away. “Now,” she said, snapping on surgical gloves, “you will learn that I have the control and you are helpless so I can do what I want. Like most straight men you have a fear of being penetrated. Today, you get one maybe two fingers up your ass.”

“No!” I cried out in shock, straining my head to look down the table at my smiling wife as she stood between my legs.

“No? You can never say no to me, Ray,” she said. “Watch.” Horrified, I felt her smear something around my exposed ass hole and grunted with shock as she slid a finger inside me. It was a strange feeling and I felt so helpless, so used and so embarrassed.

Finally, she stopped and threw the gloves onto the floor. “That was fun,” she said calmly studying my throbbing cock. “One day you’ll come from that.” Jenny walked around to my face and raised her skirt so my lips were once again pressed against the lace of her panties.

“You are helpless, Ray. Hopelessly helpless and without any control. Say it.”

“I’m helpless,” I murmured into her panties, my cock throbbing.

“You will learn to love being helpless because that’s the only way you will ever come.” Jenny dropped her skirt and returned to stand between my legs. I shuddered with ecstasy when she wrapped her fingers around my cock and slowly jerked me off. It was over in seconds and I cried out as she milked me dry, my cum splattering across my stomach.

I lay there regaining my breath as she wiped me dry, slipped the mask back on and replaced the cock tube. “I hope you enjoyed that, darling. There won’t be another one until you sell at least two cars.” I lifted my head and gaped at her in shock. “I spoke to Andy last night and he told me how you haven’t been working. Well, now you have an incentive.”

 After undoing the ropes, she leaned down and kissed me gently on the cheek. “My hopelessly helpless boy,” she said softly.

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