“There’s no need for anyone to be concerned,” Becky says calmly to the room, “It’s no different from having a dog. He needs to be disciplined from time to time. It helps him remember who the boss is. Isn’t that right Stuart?” She doesn’t wait for me to answer. She grabs the top of my ear and pulls, marching me out of the room in front of everyone.
Once we’re in the hallway she lets go of me.
“It’s time for you to show everyone your devotion to me Stuart,” her eyes gleam at me. “I need to get something from upstairs. Take all your clothes off.”
This is what I was most afraid of. Serving a few drinks in front of a handful of other people I don’t really know is one thing. Being naked except for a pink chastity belt in front of them is something else entirely. I don’t want to do it.
“Becky, please....” I mumble.
“Stuart, we’ve been through all this,“ her brow pinches at the center while her formidable bosom swells and retreats steadily in front of me. “If you want to continue our relationship then this is what I want, what you must do.”
I search her eyes, hunting for a hint of mercy. I find only silvery-blue ice. “Now strip!” She whispers sharply before heading to the stairs. Even on the verge of panic my eyes automatically move to take in her shape. She adjusts the front of her short dress with a delicate hand and her shapely legs climb the stairs. Oh God that ass!
In the kitchen I try to think of reasons to stay calm, why this might not all be as terrifying as it seems. Even though I haven’t had any sexual relief in so long; fear dominates my arousal. Why can’t I just relax and enjoy the whole degrading experience?
Her heels sound on the tiled flooring as she returns. In one hand she holds her pink riding crop and in the other the dog collar and leash we bought earlier in the week. Her beautiful face contorts into a scowl.
“You were told to strip.” She spits. “Why are you still dressed?” her face colors with anger.
“Becky don’t make me do this, not in front of everyone else. “I try to plead with my eyes as well as my words.
“You’re not really going to let me down in front of my guests are you?” she rests her hands on her hips. The leash swings down her leg.
“I thought I could do it Becky, really I did. I can’t, I’m sorry. It’s just too much”
In the living room someone raises the sound of the music system as another dance number starts.
Becky’s clenched forehead relaxes, changing her darkened expression and she steps towards me.
“But you promised me didn’t you Stuart?” her tits are right in my face. I can almost taste the champagne on her warm breath as it bathes my mouth and nostrils.
“I thought you’d be very anxious to please me by now Stuart,” her voice is soft and seductive. “How long has it been for you?” fingers gently stroke the front of my pants, around my chastity belt. I let out a whimper. It takes a few seconds before I fully realize the tingling sensation in my balls is caused by her fingernails. I can hardly get the words from deep in my throat.
“29 days Becky,”
“Then you must be desperate to get this little thing out and play with it.” her chest is resting against mine. My knees are all but buckling.
“Yes Becky,”
Without breaking contact between us she swivels around so that the back of her freshly washed hair is in my face. It tickles my nose but I don’t move it or my head. She slowly moves the cheeks of her ass against me, tormenting my famished groin.
“Oh Becky” I inhale the fragrance of her long raven-black hair. My imprisoned cock strains painfully against the spikes of my chastity belt.
“I know it’s a lot to ask of you Stuart,” she whispers, her ass cheeks ever so lightly continuing to torment me, “But if you prove yourself you’ll be rewarded.”
My whole body is rigid with tension. I want to cry. I can’t do this, but how can I refuse her?
“Take off your clothes for me in the laundry room then come back here.” She knows I’m beaten.
“Yes Becky.”
Chapter Six
If I have any other choice I don’t know what it is. Like a robot I shuffle through the kitchen and into the annex out the back. The oppressive little room where I’ve whiled away so many hours filling and emptying Becky’s washing machine and pressing her laundry.
So many thoughts career through my mind, crashing around out of control. I can’t do this. I tug my tie loose and lift my arms, pulling my shirt over my head. How can I refuse to do what she wants? My fingers fumble with the buckle of my belt. Its absolute madness, I’m going to be standing in front of these people showing them everything. What about my wife? I ease my pants down over my hips.
“Good boy Stuart,” Becky says when I’m standing barefoot and naked before her on the cold tiles of the kitchen again. I lower my head, my hands covering the chastity belt which has been locked and weighing heavily around my groin for almost a month. The central heating might be on but I’m still shivering without my clothes.
“I don’t want you trying to cover that up in front of the others.” She frowns and points between my legs. “Move your hands out of the way.” I obey and rest my hands by my sides, my heart pounding at what may be about to happen.
“Take the bands off, I want everyone to hear.” A smile forms across her perfectly symmetrical face. My fingers tremble around the chastity belt padlock, rolling off the elastic bands I tied around it tonight to stop it making a noise when I move. Becky holds out her hand and tosses the bands into the pedal bin.
“Lift your head for me.” She puts her whip and the leash down on the kitchen worktop and encircles my neck with the high leather dog collar. It smells new.
“Becky do I have to wear this?” Even as I ask, my eyes are gazing longingly at her long fingers working at the straps of the collar. She glares in response to my question and I inhale the fruity fragrance of perfume rising from her. She positions the collar to her liking and I wince a couple of times as the leather chafes me.
“That’s a bit tight Becky.” I quietly try to object as she tightens the collar.
“Always whining,” she faces me and sighs, “If I loosen it off it to the next hole it won’t be tight enough. You’ll get used to it. “
How I long to simply drop my head and bury it in the lush valley between those heavenly breasts that I’ve never even fully seen. How much would I give for just a few seconds of that sensation?
“I was thinking about having you get down on all fours so I could lead you in there on the leash,” she’s looking at the collar around my neck as she speaks.
“No, Becky please!” I whisper, urgently scanning her face to try and second guess her intentions.
“But I think it would be a case of ‘too much too soon’ for some of my guests.”
I exhale loudly and Becky looks from the collar to my face, laughs then turns her attention back to the collar, adjusting the position of it slightly.
“Now, when we get back in there, as soon as I tell you to; find the tray you left with your wife earlier and take everyone’s order for further drinks. Understood?”
My shoulders are slumped as I nod my response.
“And for goodness sakes Stuart stand up straight!” she hisses at me, “Come on”.
I watch her hips disappear out into the hallway and with my heart pumping wildly in my mouth I tiptoe behind her. Concentrate on Becky’s ass. You won’t notice the other people.
Ray must see us first because he lets out a roar of laughter. I might have been dieting and working out a little on Becky’s instruction for weeks. I might have got my body in the best shape it’s been in for years; but nothing can prepare you for something like this.
I’m trying to keep my eyes down so they don’t meet anyone else’s. Out of the corner of my right eye I’m aware Ray is standing with Dominic and my wife. The others are dancing away to my left.
More male laughter from my right and the dancing has slowed to a
stop
“My slave will now refresh everyone’s glass” Becky announces to the room.
“Not with that little pink ‘dispenser’ I hope!” yells Ray to everyone’s eventual amusement.
“It’s a chastity belt” Julia is explaining to an astonished-looking Cara as I stand exposed before them, tray now in my hands.
“But why’s he wearing it?” the younger woman asks and looks across the room towards my wife.
“To deny him any kind of sexual release.” Becky smiles as she joins the other two women. “I’ve found it a wonderful way of controlling him, getting him to do whatever I want.” She flicks at my chastity belt like she’s stroking the chin of a small child.
“It’s amazing how compliant some men can become for the right woman when they’re wearing one of these.”
“How long’s he had it on?” Evan’s voice sounds over Becky’s shoulder.
“Oh Cara, hasn’t your husband got a deep voice!” Becky says raising her eyebrows, “I almost felt it in my bones then.” She smiles conspiratorially over her shoulder. Cara pulls herself to her full height.
“I bet Evan would like one of those of his own would you sweetie?” Cara laughs and Evan shuffles his feet.
“How long has your little winky been imprisoned for me Stuart?”
“29 days Becky”
“Jeez dude,” whistles Evan, “How do you put up with that?”
I think it best not to answer.
“He puts up with it because it’s what I want. Isn’t that right Stuart? He likes to please me. In fact, he likes to suffer for me –as I’ll show you shortly.”
I nod my head and remind myself stand up straight. I ease back my shoulders even though it means eye contact with someone is more likely.
Everyone gives me their drinks order and I leave the room, certain my bare ass must be wobbling and the center of either disgust or amusement from everyone.
By the time I return carrying the tray full of drinks only Evan, his wife and Julia remain in the living room.
“I was just telling Becky, I’ve got to sit it out for a while, my poor feet are killing me” Julia says to Cara as she takes her glass from me. She kicks off her heels and sinks onto the smaller sofa which backs onto the window.
“This is where having a slave can come in very handy.” The chain of the leash in Becky’s hand jangles as she reappears. “He will be very happy to massage your feet for you Julia. I can vouch for his technique.”
“I don’t like anyone touching my feet” Julia shakes her head, refusing my services from Becky.
“Then at least use him and put your feet up Julia.” Becky sips from her glass before pointing to the floor at Julia’s feet. “All fours.” She says stiffly to me.
I look at her in confusion.
“Put down your tray and get on your hands and knees!” Her voice rises at me. Everyone else is silent and staring at me. Julia is frowning. She adjusts the hem of her sequinned dress, pulling it down the front of her legs. I try to hold onto my chastity belt to stop it making a noise as I lower myself to my knees on the carpet in front of this other woman.
“Turn your back towards the corner of the room; no-one wants to see your ass unless it can’t be avoided. Julia, rest your feet up on his back for a while.” She smiles.
Cara gasps but next to her Evan seems transfixed by Becky.
I hear a grunt from the seat behind me and feel the weight of first one, then another leg as they’re dropped heavily onto my back.
“Ah...” Julia exhales, “That is better actually.”
Becky is leaning over my shoulders and starts roughly attaching the leash to my collar. Once done, a hand so graceful you would never imagine the level of cruelty it can inflict; yanks the leash. I’m almost choked, coughing and spluttering as I reach up to pull the leather away from my neck.
“Use this to direct him if you need him to move.” Becky tells her giggling friend. Incredibly I become aware that between my legs my cock is pulsing.
“And if he really misbehaves...” the riding crop whizzes through the air and I wince. I wait - but am not hit.
“I’m sure that won’t be necessary,” Julia says as Becky hands her the riding crop.
“You whip him as well?” Evan’s voice is thick.
“Of course” Becky’s voice rings with pride and Julia’s feet move position on my back.
“Becky, is his wife really OK with all this?” asks a voice that must be Cara’s.
“I think she’s more than happy about it. She had to put up with him wanting to be treated this way for years. It was never really her thing. To be honest, she’s not really strong enough.”
My eyes creep upward in time to see Cara and her husband exchange a lingering look at each other.
Chapter Seven
“Becky seems to have made quite an impression on my husband. Doesn’t she darling?” Cara looks at Evan after our host has left the room again.
“Don’t be too hard on him Cara; Becky can have quite an effect on people. I mean look at this one.” Julia laughs and her stocking feet rub on my back as I continue to kneel
“Hmm, I think he’d quite like to change places with our naked friend here if truth were told wouldn’t you Evan?” Cara asks and her words feel like a kick in the stomach for me.
“Don’t be ridiculous Cara” Evan tuts but I sneak a look at his handsome features and he’s gone pink. Julia laughs, her feet moving again on my back.
“Not that he’d necessarily want to have one of those locks on of course, “Cara continues, slurring her words a little and pouting; “But I bet you wouldn’t mind slaving for our gorgeous neighbour would you darling?” Now it’s Evan’s turn to laugh and he pulls his wife into his arms.
“I think I’m done with resting my legs” Julia announces as Becky returns to the room with Ray.
“I hope he behaved himself for you?” Becky’s legs and feet are inches from my face, my whole body longs for her.
“Yes he was as good as gold” Julia says, discussing me as If I’m not even present.
“Excellent, if you want to make your way over to the back window everyone; I’m going to reward Stuart and put on a little show for you all before we go to through to Lynne. Can I have his leash and my whip please Julia?”
Reward me? Put on show? ‘See’ Lynne? Where is my wife? My mind is in turmoil, I feel like I’m going crazy.
The leather collar around my neck cuts into me as the leash is yanked. My throat constricts. Cara covers her mouth with one of her hands as Becky tugs me across the floor on my hands and knees. Ray whoops, but I try to ignore his amusement and concentrate on crawling after Becky. My eyes gaze up in adoration of my tormentor’s backside, her wonderful buttocks rolling in her black dress as she marches confidently, whip in her other fist.
I’m dragged down the hallway with the padlock knocking noisily against the shell of my chastity belt. Becky’s heels click across the same wood block flooring that chafes my knees as I try to keep up with her strides.
She grabs her thick fur coat from the cloak stand. What the hell is the coat for?
I’m pulled along sharply behind her down to the other end of the hallway and onto the cold tiles of the kitchen floor. All the while even as I struggle, my eyes try to gorge themselves on her shapely calves, legs and rear in motion.
It’s not until she kicks off her shoes at the back door and slips flawlessly-formed bare feet into black leather boots that it dawns on me what’s in store.
“You’ll need to be a brave boy for me now Stuart.” blazing eyes look down at me as she zips up her boots while I kneel at her feet.
“If anyone wants to join in,” she shouts into the house behind us, “You better bring a coat.”
Becky pulls open the door to the garden and the cold air attacks my bare body like an icy furnace. She looks out before clicking on the light switch and bathing the BBQ area and pathway outside with harsh white light. It’s snowing again.
; My shoulders tense against the cold and my stomach tightens into a knot. Above me Becky pulls up the fur hood of her coat before stepping out onto the patio.
“Out” she pulls me down the step. Shaking uncontrollably I struggle to negotiate the step on my knees. Holy crap. Cold like I’ve never felt. Goosebumps spring up and bloom all over my trembling flesh like millions of tiny pale pimples. My cock shrivels, my balls ache. My whole groin shrinks up into my stomach.
I cry out as she yanks and tugs at the leash making the collar hurt my throat. I try to coordinate moving the rough, high leather on my neck whilst simultaneously trying not to let my knees be scraped on the patio.
“Becky please!” my voice has a curiously flat ring to it as I shout out into the dark night. Becky drags me after her onto the blindingly cold lawn. My legs and forearms sink into the snow; my teeth chatter like demons as she swivels me around to face the window and the illuminated faces in the warmth of her dining room.
”On your back!” she shouts into the stillness of the night and wipes snow from her eye lashes.
“Becky please don’t” I kneel up, holding my balls in my hand to keep the snow away from them. Her riding crop fizzes across my shoulder before I even see it coming. I stumble forward rubbing at the pain.
“I said: On your back – Now!” she yells, her beautiful eyes bulging angrily. Beyond her, faces at the window chatter animatedly.
Slowly, carefully, I try to manoeuvre myself in stages onto the tips of my ass cheeks in the snow.
“Of for goodness sake Stuart!” she lunges at me, her boot digging into my chest, pushing me onto my back and the shock of the ice. I cry out and push against her, lifting my back from the ground.
“Stuart I do not wish to be out here in the cold all night! Lie down on your back!” she raises the whip above her head. I screw my shoulders up into the back of my head, my arms clench in tight to my sides as I inch myself back down for her.
“Lie flat!”
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