“ever since we first started going out six years ago, I knew you masturbated. It bothered me, but what could I do?”
My wife had asked to have a discussion with me and we sat at the kitchen table to talk. She went on, “I know it is pretty common so I just learned to live with it. Recently, I discovered there are things a woman can buy to help a guy get over it. You are married to me now and I think it is time to do something about it.”
I was taken aback by my wife’s frankness. Sure, I had done as she said, but what guy out there hadn’t? I guess I had thought about stopping, but my wife just didn’t put out enough and I filled in the other times I wanted. Being confronted had me at a loss on how to respond and I just said, “Okay, sure. Let’s try it.”
“Great, I will order you one and let you know when it gets here. Thanks for doing this for me. It makes me happy to hear you will change. It really takes a lot of weight off me.”
My wife, Rebecca and I, have been married for four years and dated for two before then. She is a 5’4” latin american with a hot temper and a great body that she is not shy about showing off with revealing clothing. Plunging necklines and high cut skirts are common. I have long since become use to guys taking a second look while we are out in public and consider myself lucky to be with her.
“Wow, that got her fast!” I said as I see Rebecca opening the box three days later.
I do as she asked and as I stand there nude, she takes the parts out of the box and looks at the instructions. It appears to be like a 3-D puzzle of some kind. As she puts the first few pieces together around my balls, I start to respond to her touch with arousal. I mean, who wouldn’t with a hot latin girl doing things down there?
“Hey, stop that. I need to have you relax so I can finish.”
I close my eyes and feel her add more of the pieces. I hear a “click” and then she says, “Okay, you can look now.”
Looking down, I see she has snapped shut a brass padlock onto the thing. It covers my penis completely with a ring around my balls to keep it from coming off.
“How’s it feel” comes her reply.
“Surprisingly comfortable. Now what? I mean how long do I keep it on for?” I ask.
“Just for tonight. I will probably make a change tomorrow. The way this works is I keep the key.”
It hadn’t occurred to me really how the thing was going to work. I saw the lock, but was really just going along with it. Realizing my wife held the key put me into a little of a panic. I think she picked up on it and help me by saying, “okay, get dressed. You can go finish watching your game while I do some laundry.”
I sat to watch the end of the football game I was into. My mind wasn’t on it anymore though. What had I gotten myself into?
After a night that saw little sleep, I woke early and quietly left Rebecca to sleep in. I got some breakfast ready and cleaned the kitchen waiting for her to come down. When she did, she looked around and said, “Well, someone is motivated to make me happy.”
“So can I have the key to get out?” I ask.
“No, I never said you were getting out today. I just said I was going to make an adjustment. Let’s go upstairs and see if anything needs to change.”
Okay, this was starting to be no fun anymore. How long was she going to keep me in here, I thought as we went upstairs.
Rebecca sat on the bed and indicated for me to stand in front of her. I took down my pants and she looked at the ring in the back.
“Yeah, I think this one needs to be tighter.” She came back with the key in her hand and unlocked the brass padlock. With a fluid motion, she took it apart and I started to become erect almost right away. The combination of not being restrained and my hot wife intent on the area had me hard in a heartbeat. She took the ring from behind my balls and replaced it with a smaller one. This one she had to try a few times to get on. It was definitely more snug.
When I calmed down and without saying anything else, Rebecca put the remaining pieces back on followed by the dreaded “click” as the padlock clasp slid home.
I felt real frustration. I new I had agreed to this during a moment of weakness not knowing how else to respond. I didn’t really want to, but my wife did and my thought at the time was I would do it to make her happy. Now though, the feeling was a dread at the loss of freedom I found myself in.
Rebecca took the key and held it in her had as she said, “okay, now that we have the parts all correct and you just got off, we can start the change you and I talked about.”
“Sure, of course.” I responded, but really I was in a mild panic at the prospect. And then the real bad news came.
“That was your last orgasm for the rest of the year.”
Rebecca broke the silence by saying, “By then, you will be a new man. The man I always dreamed of being married to. Thank you so much for doing this for me.” And proceeded to give me a warm hug.
“Eh, sure” was my only response.
“The good news is, that I can still get off anytime I want.” And she stood to drop the mini skirt she was wearing and laying back down on the bed and motioning for me to come over. I found I did so without waiting. For some reason, my panic drove me to between her legs and I orally brought her to a back arching raging orgasm in a matter of minutes.
“My, my. I think we have found the right thing to bring that talent out of you, didn’t we?”
I found myself sheepishly shaking my head yes. I do not know what came over me.
“Yes, we did. We are going to be putting that to good use this year. I know that for sure. For a change, how about if you stay upstairs and finish with the laundry while I go watch a decorating show downstairs, sound good?”
I responded it was a good idea with a smile. What the hell has happened to me? Twenty minutes ago I was normal. Now I was jumping at chances to do what Rebecca asked like a lap dog.
Changes began to happen quickly. In less then a week, I was happily doing all the chores around the house and cooking. I got up early to get my wife’s breakfast ready and normally gave her a massage during the night. She had me go down on her several times also. I took a lot of pride when she had an earth shattering orgasm and found I looked forward to the chances to do so.
A week or two later, my wife began to joke about fucking other men. When she would tease me about it, I would beam with pleasure. I didn’t understand why, but Rebecca picked up on it too and said, “Yeah, I can see you would like that, wouldn’t you?” and I found myself agreeing that I would.
After about five minutes, she suddenly stopped and climbed on top of me, pulled me around in between her legs and I brought her to an orgasm in a very short amount of time. Normally it took about five minutes or so, but this time it was less then one. My ass hurt and my wife looked down at me with a satisfied look.
“See, I knew you were a pain slut too. I can get use to that also, I think.”
The fall found me getting ass whooping almost every night. Rebecca had said it helped her relax from her day and it was her way of rewarding me for doing my chores. If I did things that upset her, she would say, “Well that is another month away your next orgasm is.” It only happened twice as I found I was all but totally driven to do things that pleased my wife now. She was right. I had become a different man and had found a new way of life with more pleasure then I had ever known before.