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Husband in chastity belt

 

 

On Christmas morning Angelina and I unwrapped our presents in bed. I’d bought her a diamond necklace and matching ear rings, which she loved. She handed me my present with a smile. I unwrapped it to find a box with CB3000 printed on it, which puzzled me. When I opened it and unwapped the silver paper it became obvious what it was – some kind of male chastity device. To say I was surprised was an understatement, but it was also quite exciting, especially when Angelina said “Once your in this I will own you.”

Anybody with any experience with this kind of device will confirm it is quite complicated to put together and we had a giggle working out how it was assembled…kind of like an erotic executive toy! We tried the various size collars that lock around the base of the cock and balls and decided on the second largest, which was quite a surprise as I wouldn’t describe myself as in any way “big”. The CB3000 came with small plastic circles with blunt spikes on called “points of intrigue”. I wasn’t too keen on these but Angelina pointed out as they came with the CB3000 they were obviously meant to be used with it, and as the small plastic spikes weren’t very sharp it wouldn’t hurt. I wasn’t so sure. “Don’t be such a wimp,” Angelina teased, so I agreed to wear them with it.

After 20 minutes we had the CB3000 assembled and in place. It wasn’t too uncomfortable, although my pubes got in the way and kept getting trapped in between the pieces of the unit, and Angelina had a good giggle at my “little locked cock”, clearly visable through the plastic cage of the CB3000, shaped and curved like a skin for my penis.

“Let’s see how well it works,” Angelina suggested and started to kiss me, caressing my chest and nipples before moving down to my thighs and balls. Almost immediately I started to feel horny and responded to her kisses. It didn’t take long to realise how cruel these “harmless, little” points of intrigue were as they started to painfully dig into my swelling cock.

Feeling horny and aroused and at the same time in pain and discomfort was a new turn of events and I was forced to beg,

“Please, no, stop,”

“Oh, OK, if that’s what you want, darling.” She said getting up from the bed and getting dressed.

I laid there for a minute or so, till my penis, and the pain, subsided.

I thought she would release me before went to my parents for Christmas Day, but she simply told me to keep it on.

The bulge in my trousers from the CB3000 looked really obvious to me, but Angelina told me it didn’t show, and as I always where my shirts untucked I was happy nothing was noticeable.

That night Angelina trimmed my pubes and told me to shave my cock and balls to prevent anything catching in the unit,

Now released after being locked up all day I was horny as hell and we had the most incredible session in between the sheets, ending with me lying on my back whilst Angelina road me to an intense orgasm…if this was what chastity was like I was all in favour!!!

 

For the next couple of days I wore my cock cage and on the Friday evening we had another long and sensual session of passionate love making. To say I was hooked is an understatement!

 

On New Years eve we were invited to a house party, but as midnight loomed we snuck off to the toilet upstairs, and Angelina fitted the CB3000 and points of intrigue on me. On he last strike of twelve I the padlock clicked into place as I heard everyone downstairs and in the street outside cheering in the New Year.“Now you really are all mine.” She told me

 

 

 

I woke up in the early hour of New Years Day in real pain. I’d started to get an erection in my sleep and those cruel Points Of Intrigue were really digging into my shaft. I woke Angelina but she was less than sympathetic.

“You drunk too much last night, just go to the loo,” she mumbled before turning over and going to sleep.

“Charming”, I thought as I hobbled to the toilet. I now have to sit down to pee or I’ll spray the whole bathroom and soon started to feel some relief as the swelling in my cock went down.

This has become a nightly event for me, always around 5.00am – Angelina joked that you could set your watch by me…and at least I still had one use!

We did discuss (well I more pleaded) removing the POI but Angelina is adamant they should stay put, pointing out they guarantee the provide more security against me trying to escape, and taht I shouldn’t be having any erections without her say so anyway – even if I am asleep. So the POI stay for the time being. If you look at the picture you may not think they look much, but believe me they certainly do their job!

 

The other “New Years Resolution”, so to speak, is our new pet names for each other. Angelina decided that as she now “owned” me I should call her “Miss”, whilst she now calls me “Tiny” because my cock looks so “small and sweet” locked in it’s thick plastic shell.

 

So this week we’ve both one back to work. Miss has been working till quite late, trying to catch up after the Christmas Holidays, so once she’s got home and had her dinner she’s been far too tired to feel at all sexy. To be honest I haven’t felt too frustrated but maybe that’s because I know we’ve got the whole weekend of wild passion ahead of us – and I can’t wait.

 

 

 

Well after my last post I feel a bit foolish to have to admit the weekend didn’t go quite how I expected (understatement of the year).

 

On Friday evening I kept singing “I can’t wait for the weekend to begin”. In hindsight that was pretty stupid. Miss A wanted to go out and let her hair down so dragged me to our local pub. I’ve stopped drinking in the evenings, not wanting to keep waking up during the night with the POI digging into me and having to make several trips to the loo. Miss didn’t seem too concern and was knocking back G’n’Ts like they were going out of fashion, whilst I limited myself to a couple of pints. I was the most sober person there and Miss started to really flirt with a couple of my mates, Chris and Jason, which didn’t impress me in the least. When we got home Miss A told me “You need to lighten-up…and if you think you’re getting any tonight you’ve got another thing coming.”

 

Predictably I had to make three trips to the loo during the night, being woken each time with the POI stabbing my shaft. As I told you in my last post I was planning a Champagne breakfast for Miss on Saturday morning and I’d bought and hidden a bottle of Champers to surprise Miss A. My expeditions to the toilet gave me a chance to retrieve the Champagne and put it in the fridge to chill.

 

In the morning everything was going well. Miss was still asleep so I prepared the Breakfast and brought it into her and woke her up. She loved it, announcing it was so wonderful and thoughtful. I knew I was back in her good books and was certain the weekend proper could now begin. However when we had finished breakfast, Miss got up out of bed.

“Oh, god, look at the time,” she said, “I’ll be late.”

“I thought we could spend the day in bed,” I said, almost pleading and imploring her.

“I promised I’d go out shopping with Catherine today. Sorry Darling.” She replied giving me a peck on the cheek before getting dressed.

As she left she turned to me and said “Thanks for a brilliant breakfast, Chastityboy. I’ll see you later.”

 

At about 6 that evening my mobile went and it was Miss A.

“Hi Chastityboy, Sorry, we got completely carried away shopping. I’ve got a really sexy new outfit, so we’re going to have a girly night out with Marie and Kelly. Don’t wait up!”

Before I had a chance to answer the phone went dead and I was dumbfounded.

 

Miss A got home at around 12.40am and I was already nodding off in bed. I pretened to be asleep because I was still pretty pissed off, but when she came into the bedroom I had a peek and could see what she meant about her “sexy outfit”. She looked good enough to eat. She got undressed, went into the bathroom for a minute and came back in and got into bed. And before you ask no she didn’t “wake me up”, she turned the light out and went to bed.

 

As you can imagine by Sunday evening I was getting increasingly frustrated. It was then that I made a big mistake. When I was locked in the CB3000 on NYE I’d promised to give Miss complete control over my sex life and NOT ask to be released. I ‘m sure you’ll understand how desperate I was getting and I broke that one promise.

 

Miss A was furious. “You promised you wouldn’t ask for release,” she responded furiously.

“I know, but it’s been 8 days now. I’m sorry but…”

She didn’t let me answer.

“I don’ ant to here any buts. You made a promise and now you’ve broken it. You can’t say goodbye to sex for another week at least. And I’ll sleep on what other punishment you deserve” she announced before turning over and turning the table lamp off.

So there I was, on Sunday evening, still locked-up, frustrated and lying there wondering what I had just done. I’ve spent all day kicking myself and vowing to do pretty much anything to win her round.

 

 

 

I spent most of Monday on edge wondering what Angelina’s punishment for me would be after acting like an idiot and breaking my promise on Sunday evening. I got more anxious after getting back and waiting for her to get home. When she did she immediately ordered me into the bedroom and told me to strip. I suddenly thought that maybe I had been unduly worried and things might actually be going in my favour. That is until she got a leather dog collar and chain lead out of her bag.

“I think it’s time you realised your position in this relationship, so I want you to be naked at all times when we are alone, apart from this collar and your cock cage, OK Chastityboy?” she said attaching the collar around my neck.

“Yes Miss,” I replied.

“I was very disappointed with you last night and I don’t want you to even think about asking for release again, I am in complete control of your sex life. Understood?”

“Yes Miss,” I repeated.

She told me to lie on the bed, left the bedroom and came back a moment later with a plastic spatula from the kitchen., which made somewhat puzzled and confused. Sitting on the bed she lifted the tip of my CB3000, and without any warning slapped my balls with it. A stinging pain swept through my balls and into my stomach.

“Ouch!” I cried out.

“Shut Up, you wimp. You’ve made your bed, now lie in it and take your punishment.”

Another five strokes landed on my exposed balls, pushed out and up by the cuff of the CB3000.

Once she had finished she told me I could forget about “getting any” for the rest of the week and then told me to start preparing dinner whilst she had a bath.

 

As I was just finishing making dinner she came in to the kitchen in her dressing gown and a towel rapped around her head (how do girls do that), looking goddamn gorgeous. She sat watching me for a moment before commenting on my “cute little butt”, and how she was going to enjoy seeing me naked around the house.

 

After dinner she instructed me to put a load of washing on and iron her blouse and skirt for work in the morning. Once finished I enetered the lounge and went to sit next to her on the sofa.

“Did I say you could sit down?” she asked. “From now on you will sit on the floor, I don’t want to see you on the furniture, is that clear, Chastityboy?”

She was really rubbing in it, and had started calling me by my pet name a lot more often.

“Yes Miss,” I agreed. I had a feeling I’d be saying that a lot more often from now on.

After watching the TV for a while she told me she was bored and told me to but a Porn Video on. Soon I was sat on the floor next to here watching a blonde woman being gang-banged by five well hung American guys.

“Oh, she’s a lucky bitch, isn’t she Chastityboy?” she asked, before adding “I wish I were in her place!”

I was told to go and fetch her vibrator, so I quickly went into the bedroom and retrieved in from the wardrobe. I’m sure I had a big grin on my face. I knew she couldn’t stay angry at me for long and she was clearly horny as hell. This was more like it!

I took in back into the lounge and handed it to her, but was a but surprised when she said, “You may go to bed now, you’re no longer required.”

To say I was dumbfounded would not cover it.

 

I lay in bed for half-an-hour being only able to imagine what she was getting up to. When she came to bed she didn’t say a word to me, simply putting her vibrator away, getting into bed and turning the table lamp off. It took me ages to get to sleep, not just through the frustration but because the collar was another thing I had to try sleeping with. I started to drift off a couple of times and then felt like I was being choked. And then at 5am I was woken by my cock arousing and getting stabbed by it’s POI. Nobody ever seems to mention how tiring chastity can be.

 

I made her breakfast in the morning, still naked apart from my collar and cage only being allowed to dress once she had left for work.

I know I deserve to be punished but it doesn’t make it any easier and I’m just going to have to bear it out. It isn’t easy but Angelina is the most beautiful and sexy woman I’ve ever met. I know she’s worth it!

 

 

 

It all hit the fan last night. Miss A came home to find me in my collar, naked, preparing dinner.

“Evening Chastityboy,” she said breezily as she sat down at the kitchen table.

“Good Evening, Miss” I replied.

 

As she watched me cooking she commented on my nice, tight little arse which made me blush (funny how even when your stark naked a comment like that can embarrass) and made me come over so she could check my device was securely in place. She gave it a good, painful tug and smiled saying, “No more accidents then?”

 

During dinner she told me she new I hadn’t really slipped out but had really tried to escape. I foolishly admitted it and she just sighed, looking at me and said, “You know what that means don’t you? The way things are going you’ll never get unlocked. Now fetch the spatula.”

 

I stood in front of her, with my legs slightly apart, she lifted my cock cage to give her access to my balls, being pushed up and out by the cuff of the CB3000 and gave me a really severe slap with it. I gasped but made sure not to let out a yelp of pain. Five more followed . equally as severe and I was glad it was over, thanking her for my punishment.

 

“Oh it’s not over yet Chastityboy,” she responded. “Lying to me and trying to escape deserves double punishment.” And another hard slap from the spatula fell on my poor, swollen balls. After the twelve strokes I thought my balls were on fire and had to hobble about like a cowboy.

 

“And you can forget about going to the gig tomorrow.”

 

We had tickets for a concert and had both been looking forward to it since before Christmas. To be honest I was totally gutted and could have kicked myself for being stupid.

 

As I washed up the dinner things she used her mobile to call her best mate, Catherine.

“Hi darling, I was wondering if you still wanted to go to the concert tomorrow.” I heard her say.

After a pause she said, “Oh poor little Paul isn’t very well…I know…yes…he was really looking forward to it to.”

 

She tapped me on the arm and pointed at a pile of washing as she walked out of the kitchen, still on the phone to Catherine. She pretty much ignored me for the rest of the evening, except for telling me to go to bed at 10.30pm…after again putting a sexy video on for her. She’s really getting into the swing of being a tease!

 

I only have myself to blame though. I know that and it just makes me more determine to start getting things right.

 

I had a good nights sleep – first this year so things are looking up on that front. The swelling in my testicles has gone down a bit, so it looks like Miss was right about getting used to it. I’ve just got to learn not to put a foot wrong!

 

 

 

Friday Evening

When I got home there was a package waiting outside the door for Miss. Like anyone I couldn’t resist having a feel of it. It felt like a collar – which is odd because I already have one that I now have to put on as soon as I get home. This sounds really stupid now but I pictured Miss wearing it, attaching a chain between our collars whilst we fucked like crazy. It was not. When Miss got home she ripped open the package and it was a steel collar, lined with leather, with a small silver padlock. Hasten to say I was ordered to remove my leather collar and Miss fitted it round my neck immediately.

Miss announced she also had another “present” for me, a nail brush … to clean the kitchen floor with. As Miss was now going to the concert with Catherine she wanted me to “keep busy and keep out of trouble”. I’m not quite sure what “trouble” I could get in wearing my cock cage and locked in a steel collar!!!

At about 11.30pm the phone rang.

“We’ve had an excellent time, and I’m going to stay at Cath and Tony’s (her boyfriends) tonight. I’ll see you in the morning.” Angelina announced “Hope that kitchen floor is gleaming!”

I assured her it certainly was – my knees and arms wearing aching and I was absolutely nackered. Try cleaning the floor with a nail brush if you don’t believe me.

 

Saturday

When Miss got home in the morning she told me to clear everything out of the Kitchen cupboards, and clean them all all of their contents. Great, she didn’t even comment on how lean the floor was.

I asked her how the night had gone.

“It was brilliant. We went to the bar near the venue first and were having a quiet drink when these two guys came over,” she told me with a giggle.

I threw her a worried glance, but she assured me they were both “total wankers”. Angelina and Cath had let them buy a few drinks for them, before excusing themselves for the “little girls room”. They walked straight passed the loos and left the pub. Still the thought of a guy chatting Angelina up made me angry.

I spent most of the rest of the afternoon cleaning the bathroom and all Miss’ shoes and boots (why does she need so many?!?)

I did get some let up in the evening (perhaps because there wasn’t much else to clean) and sat on the floor next to the sofa and we settled down to watch the TV.

This may seem a bit mad, encouraging Miss to keep my in chastity, but I commented the plastic pin that holds the CB-3000 could easily be removed with a small hacksaw, but they did do a steel pin for them now. Angelina was delighted, not only that she could keep me more securely, but that I had volunteered the information. I got a pat on the head and she caressed my hair whist we watched the telly, telling me I was “good little boy.”

Of course I was hoping for a little more, but she did snuggle up to me in bed…until I tried to kiss her and she pushed me away with a slap. She didn’t actually say anything but she turned over and turned off the table light. I don’t think anything actually had to be said. Again I was running before I could walk.

 

Sunday

After making Miss breakfast in bed she told me to get started on a Sunday Roast. I love having a roast, it’s just all the preparation and cooking. As soon as everything was in the oven or on the stove she told me I could get dressed, but only to go out to clean and valet her car! I still had the collar locked around my neck but as Angelina proved rightly no-one walking past seemed to notice or comment. When I was finished Miss ordered me to get in the bedroom. I wasn’t sure if it was for fun or for punishment. I had tried to kiss her the night before but in my defence I’ve been in the cock cage for two weeks AND cleaned pretty much the entire flat, her shoes and her car.

Miss got the handcuffs and chain from the draw and fitted them to the ring in the collar, again locking my wrists behind my back.

“You’re still ill,” she told me. “Cath and Tony are coming round for lunch, so I hope the roast I’ve gone to all the trouble to make is as delicious as it smells.”

“And after your naughty behaviour last night I might let them come in and see you all locked up.

To say I was terrified would not even cover it. Thankfully she was only teasing, and “our” guests left at about 6pm with my modesty intact.

The CB-3000 was removed and I was cleaned before being re-fitted and sent back to bed. Miss did remove the handcuffs before picking up her vibrator and left the room without another word. I could only lie there, totally worn out and imagine what she was doing in the lounge. I fell asleep before she got to bed.

 

 

 

 

When we went to bed Miss allowed me to snuggle up and then started asking me about my feelings about being locked up. To be honest I am starting to get used to wearing it, and realised I haven’t had an erection for over a week – well obviously not for 19 days, but I haven’t even been slightly aroused, my cock seems to have shrunk slightly and is just dormant, almost like it’s hibernating. May sound odd but in away it’s quite a relief because the POI don’t dig into me so much and I can’t really feel them. I also confessed the CB-3000 now feels almost a part of me. I know it’s on, I see it most of the time in the evenings/weekend and I’ve began to feel it is a sign and proof of my love and commitment to Miss. I actually feel proud that I now “belong” to Miss.

  

She was delighted. I even got a small kiss on the cheek!

“Good, she said, I’d noticed you didn’t seem to be getting excited so much, not even when I cleaned you on Sunday.”

After a slight pause she added, “Which is why I was thinking perhaps you should remain locked…permanently?”

I don’t know how or why but I simply replied, “If that’s what you want…”

As soon as I said it my heart began to sink. I’m not ready for this to get so serious, I thought. I reassured myself that she couldn’t be serious and was just teasing me.

However what she said next really began to terrify and worry me.

“I was also thinking that … well if you’re kept locked … I should take a lover.”

“No way,” I replied, “What the fuck are you talking about, I’m not letting you shag someone else.”

“You’re not letting me?” she mocked. “You’re not letting me? That’s a joke. I don’t think you’re in any position to tell me what to do or stop me.”

She thought for a second before continuing.

“Look, you’re now chaste, right?” I cautiously agreed.

“And to be honest you were never that much of a lover were you?”

I was dumbfounded. When you’ve lived with someone for almost a year and never even heard so much of a word of complaint you wonder where all this is coming from.

“Well you are on the small side ‘down there’ and have always finished before most guys have got started.”

I couldn’t belief I was hearing all this shit, but there is NO WAY she is sleeping around. This little game has to stop.

“Well you’re just been selfish, something else you’ve always been. I have needs and desires.” She replied, “And I need a man.”

She pushed me away, turned over and turned off the light.

“Can you please just think about it?” she asked snottily.

I didn’t answer. Part of me was (and still is) fuming, part of me is scared and part of me is jealous as hell of the thought of another guy fucking my woman. It’s simply not going to happen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

. My heart sunk when she told me we needed to sit down and talk, but she was smiling and took my hand encouraging me to sit next to her on the sofa, instead of next to it like before. However, things started off with the worst thing I could hear.

 

“I’m sorry darling, but I still want to start seeing other people. It’s just what I need to do.” She said slowly, pausing to let it sink in. “You’re a wonderful person and I love the way you’re trying your best, but let’s be honest … you don’t really make the grade in the bedroom. It’s not just your size, but you’ve always suffered from premature ejaculation and…well…you’re TOO sensitive… I want a man to take me, fuck me, not spend ages kneeling between my thighs worrying about making me come. I don’t want to leave you but that’s the only other option.”

 

I burst into tears and she took me in her arms and reassured me, through my sobs, that she wouldn’t leave me if I agreed to this one thing and that in time I would get use to our new relationship. We spoke for hours, holding hands, our fingers entwined, with me trying every other permutation to get around this. I would become more dominant in bed, we could get viagra or delay spray or a strap-on. It seemed like she had thought it all through and had an answer for everything. She certainly didn’t want me using a strap-on on her – not when she could “get the real thing.” I asked how I could prove I loved her if we couldn’t make love together? She simply said that wearing the CB-3000 was not only proof that I loved her, but that she also owned me. Once I was sure she really did want to stay with me and this would be something totally outside of our relationship I reluctantly accepted her right to see other people. It’s the hardest decision of my life I knew I couldn’t live without her so we did agree I would become a cuckold but on certain conditions.

 

1/ I would not have to meet her lovers. The whole idea horrifies me.

2/ She would not be sleeping around like a whore. It will be monogamous relationships with just one guy at a time.

3/ She would be totally discreet. Neither of us want our friends, family, neighbours or work colleagues to know. “I don’t want people to think I’m a slut or using you.”

4/ She would always use condoms unless she started “going steady” with a guy.

 

I know these conditions may not sound a lot but it did make me feel like I still had some say and control over the situation.

 

It was gone four before we finally went to bed, talking about all sorts of things; when we were kids, old boyfriends and girlfriends, funny memories. We hadn’t talked like this since we first met. I suddenly realised that perhaps Angelina was right, this could bring us closer together and deepen and strengthen our relationship. We went to bed and snuggled up together. Angelina actually started to kiss me deeply, her tongue invading and exploring my mouth, her hands gently caressing me, I was in seventh heaven until I moan in pain as I started to get excited for the first time in a couple of weeks and remembered the POI fitted to my CB-3000. Points of Intrigue? More like Points of Hell!!!

 

“Goodnight Chastityboy,” she said with a giggle, patting my groin and turned the table lamp off. We lay there cuddled up like two spoons and I felt safe and warm lying next to the most amazing and beautiful woman on the planet. I know this isn’t going to be easy, but living without her would be impossible. I can’t deny I’m scared…but at the same time somehow excited that we have a future together, however unorthodox.

 

 

 

 

I got home last night, undressed and put my collar on, determined to make Miss happy with my behaviour after we had our heart-to-heart on Sunday. When she got home I was just beginning to prepare dinner.

“I’ve got a little surprise for you.” She announced.

My heart sank into the pit of my stomach. She’s very beautiful and very sexy but surely she hadn’t found a beau so quickly. Thankfully it wasn’t quite that bad.

“I let slip to Catherine about your locked status and she’s coming to dinner to see for her self.”

Not as bad as becoming a cuckold but still a shock.

“I thought…well…that this was between us?” I asked/implored.

“Oh don’t be silly Chastityboy. It’s only Cath and she won’t tell anyone.” Miss reassured me.

 

When the doorbell went my heart was pounding so heart I thought it would burst out like the scene from Alien. I heard Catherine’s voice and then the kitchen door opened, followed by a fit of giggles, from both Catherine and Miss.

“Oh! My! God!” Catherine started, “What have you done to him?”

“What, Chastityboy? He’s all locked-up like a good little boy. Isn’t that right Tony?” Miss asked.

“Yes Miss,” I replied meekly, feeling my cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“Miss? You have got him well trained. Would he call me Miss as well.” Catherine asked, still giggling.

“Chastityboy?” Miss asked.

“Yes Miss,” I again replied, but this time to Catherine.

Catherine moved closer to have a look at my cock cage.

“Can I touch it?” she asked Miss.

“Go ahead, give it a good tug.”

“He really is all locked-up, isn’t he?” Catherine said, pulling and twisting the CB-3000.

I made dinner for them and returned to the kitchen to eat my own, and then spent the rest of the evening serving them wine, or sat on the floor next to the sofa as they chatted. At one point Catherine asked, “So how often is ‘Chastityboy’ let out of his plastic willy thing then?”

“Let out? Oh he isn’t.” came the reply.

“What not at all? How long as he been locked-up then?”

“Well remember New Years Eve? Whilst you were seeing it in we were upstairs in the bathroom locking him in.”

“Oh my god! That’s incredible. So don’t you miss…well…sex.” Catherine asked Miss.

“Well I’ve been using my trusty plastic friend so far, but Chastityboy and I have decided I should start seeing other guys. Isn’t that right Chastityboy?”

“Yes Miss” I again answered meekly.

Miss then went on to list all my inadequacies, which made Catherine laugh out loud till she started to choke.

“As it happens,” Catherine said excitedly, “Tony’s (her partner) mate Chris has just spilt-up with his girlfriend. Do you remember him from the party, did most of the Djing?”

“Oh yes, so he’s single now then?”

“Tell you what,” Catherine continued, “I’ll give him a call tomorrow and see if he’s free for a meal at the weekend. Tony’s free for the first Saturday in ages, we could make it a cosy little foursome.”

My heart had already sank, but when Miss agreed, adding it was a great idea, I just wanted to die.

 

I helped Catherine into her coat as she was leaving, and she turned to Miss, “Oh I’ve got that magazine in he car. I’ll just go and fetch it for you.”

“Don’t be silly, Chastityboy will go with you and get it.” Miss said.

The next thing I know I was out on the freezing pavement following Catherine to her car, still naked. Thankfully she was only parked five cars down but I was terrified looking up and down the street – thankfully it was late and the street was empty. I stepped in a puddle as we got to her car so my feet were now wet as well as cold.

“I think it’s a little odd what you two are up to, but Angelina seems happy than I’ve seen her in ages.” She told me, whilst I just wanted to scream GET THE MAGAZINE YOU STUPID BITCH!

Once she’d found her car keys and opened the door I was desperate, worried that someone would turn the corner and start walking up the street.

She handed me the magazine and slapped me on my left buttock.

“There you go Chastityboy, be a good little boy.” She said with a huge grin on her face.

“Thank you Miss” I replied before rushing back to the house as quickly as possible, my heart racing and my body shaking – from both the cold and from fear.

 

 

 

 

“Hi Chastityboy, it’s Miss Catherine, is your Mistress in?”

“No, sorry Miss,” I replied, “She’s still at work.”

“Oh, can you let her know I’ve called. I’ve spoken to Chris and he’s fine for dinner on Saturday. In fact he’s really looking forward to it.” I could tell she was really enjoying rubbing my nose in it. When Miss K got home I told her the “good news” and she actually gave me a big hug saying “Isn’t it exciting”.

To be honest one of the main reasons I’d agreed to become a cuckold is because I didn’t actually think she’d go through with it. I still think this might be some big wind-up, now involving Catherine too. That hope seems to be fading.

Miss got me to open a bottle of white wine and then called Catherine back. They spent an hour talking about Saturday, about Chris and even I got a mention. Apparently when Catherine told Tony about my new status and the chastity unit he said he always thought I’d been “a pathetic wimp” anyway. Nothing like the support of your mates, eh?

The other bizarre turn of events occurred on Tuesday morning when I went to get a clean pair of shorts out of my draw. I hinted at it in my last post but I’m still embarrassed about it. In fact I’m becoming to wonder if Miss is actually trying to get me to snap. My boxers had disappeared and she has replaced them with female underwear – a couple of thongs, bra and suspender belts in either black or white. I told her to stop messing about but she said I’d look pretty and sexy in ‘my’ new undies. I didn’t and I still don’t – I look absolutely ridiculous, like an extra on the Rocky Horror. Hairy legs and stockings is never a winning look.Thankfully even the white bra showed under my shirt so Miss didn’t press me to wear it to work.

 

 

 

 

Saturday

 

Miss had an appointment at the hairdressers in the afternoon and looked fantastic. She’d also bought a little black satin dress and took it into the bedroom to get changed. Although I was suppose to be cleaning the kitchen I couldn’t resist going and ‘checking’ on her. She was sat on the bed in her dressing gown and I noticed the black satin basque I’d bought her lying on the bed. Her birthday is at the beginning of May and she’d only worn it for me once saying she had to be “in the right mood” and it wasn’t very comfortable.

 

“You’re not wearing that are you, Miss” I asked a bit put out that she was considering wearing it for this guy we hardly knew.

 

“Well it goes with my new dress.” Was all she replied.

 

It did have an advantage because I have to help her put it on. And as she took her dressing gown off and turned her back to me I got a glimpse of the side of her breast. She has smallish B cup breasts but they are a perfect shape.

 

As I did the hooks up the back for her I wondered what sort of mad sadist deigns women’s clothes. I hadn’t even spent a week in lingerie and it is so uncomfortable I hate it; it cuts into you and needs adjusting constantly.

 

Miss then sent me from the room whilst she finished getting ready. Usually it takes her an age to get ready, but as she’d already decided what to wear, and had her hair done I figured we’d have a couple of hours together before she left for the evening. Wrong. Almost an hour later I knocked on the bedroom door and opened it. She was STILL doing her make-up and back in her dressing gown. She told me to go away.

 

She had a taxi booked or 7.30pm and the doorbell went just after and she called to me to let him know she’d be there in a minute. I opened the door a little and called out “Be there in a minute”.

When she came into the front room she looked absolutely stunning and elegant. The dress was low cut and mid-thigh length so she was showing some but not too much leg. I knew that like me she was wearing stockings, but for entirely different reasons - hers were to excite, mine were to embarass and humiliate. They were both working.

 

It suddenly hit me that she’d gone to all this effort for another man, not for me. I knew I couldn’t just let her leave.

 

“Please, don’t go.” I pleaded. “I can cook us a nice meal and we can stay in tonight.”

“Don’t be silly, you know I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” She replied. “And I can’t let Cath and Tony down after going to all the effort of inviting us round for a meal.”

“But I don’t want you to go, please” I said taking hold of her hand.

 

She pulled her hand away, “Well I want to go. Look you agreed to this and it’s going to happen whatever you say.”

 

Just then the taxi driver sounded his horn.

 

“Look I’m already late. I’ll see you later, OK?”

 

She opened the door and just before closing it turned round and said “It’ll be alright, I promise you. Don’t wait up.”

 

She was gone. I pulled the curtain aside and watched her get into the taxi and get driven away.

 

I did some washing and ironing and settled down to watch the TV but couldn’t really concentrate. All I could think about was Miss sitting down to dinner with Catherine, Tony and Chris; laughing and flirting and enjoying herself whilst I was sat here in front of the TV. I was sure they’d be laughing at my expense and I started to get pretty upset thinking about what they be saying. I already knew Tony’s opinion of me.

 

I went to bed at about 2 – Miss still wasn’t home and my mind was going into overdrive and I could only imagine what was happening. I tried to sleep but my mind just kept turning over and over. Would she be kissing him…or worse still?!

 

It was almost four when I heard her come in and go straight to the bathroom. I heard the shower and about 20 minutes later the bedroom door quietly open. I was going to pretend to be asleep but I wanted to speak to her, to make sure she was OK, to make sure we were OK.

 

“Hello,” is all I could think to say (genius I know).

“Are you still awake?” Miss answered, yawning.

She slipped her dressing gown off and climbed into bed.

“I was worried about you, are you OK?”

“I’m more than OK, I’m great, but I’m really tired.”

 

I noticed a mark on her neck and realised she had a love bite. Even early in our relationship she’d always stopped me giving her love bites saying they looked cheap and tarty and now she had one on her neck.

 

“Did he bite you, oh god and you sure you’re OK?”

 

“Oh these she said,” moving the collar on her pyjama top to show she actually had two.

 

“We got so carried away I didn’t even realise he was doing it.” She said with a giggled before leaning over and turning off the bedside light.

 

I moved closer to cuddle into me but she gently pushed me away.

“I’m exhausted, can we just sleep?” she asked.

“I just need to know, did he…” I trail off, feeling embarrassed and stupid.

“Did we sleep together? Is that what you want to know? Yes we did…well we didn’t sleep but you know what I mean.”

 

I could help myself and started to sob, even though I was biting my lip and trying to stop.

 

I heard her sigh in exasperation and the table lamp came back on.

 

“Look what did you expect? Chris and I slept together. You must have known it was going to happen.”

“I thought you were just teasing me…and you hardly know him.”

“I know him a lot better now,” she said sarcastically. “And this isn’t about you, when will you understand that?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just that I love you so much. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not going to lose me, silly boy,” she replied, sitting up. “Look, come here.”

 

She pulled me into the pit of her arm and opened. “Would you like a suckle.”

It was something we’d always loved doing in the past; me lying on her arm, gently sucking and suckling on her breast and I couldn’t believe she’d actually offered.

 

“Be careful my nipples are a bit sore.”

 

Miss actually had another love bite just above her nipple but I didn’t say anything and just gently took her nipple into my mouth.

 

“I may have slept with Chris, but I came home to you. I need you just as much as you need me. So put all this silly thoughts out of your head.”

 

We stayed like that for some time, silent, enjoying the warmth and tenderness of each other’s bodies, before Miss said we should go to sleep now.

 

To be honest my mind had been working over time and I was as worn out as her.

 

Sunday

 

I woke early and decided to surprise her with breakfast in bed. When I took the tray in she’d just woken and I sat on the bed and told her how beautiful she was. She smiled, “Even with my love bites, or despite them?”

 

“Even with them,” I replied.

 

Later that day I had my hands cuffed behind my back for my weekly clean. Once Miss had soaped me down and cleaned me she commented on the fact that again this week I hadn’t “tried to get hard”.

 

“It’s funny it looks even smaller now, compared to Chris’s.”

 

I blushed and apologised, knowing she was enjoying teasing me. It felt odd and made me feel naked without the CB-3000. It’s actually feels part of me now. It may sound mad but I’m proud of it, proud that I belong to Miss. I couldn’t deny she was a lot happier today than she’d been in a while. It was almost like having the old Angelina back, and even though she made a couple more comments during the day about Chris I tried not to let them get to me. After all she HAD come home to me.

 

Monday

 

When I got home Miss was in a bad mood. She’d had a bad day at work and despite promising her, Chris still hadn’t called. She admitted they’d arranged to go out this Friday but now it was looking doubtful. This may sound crazy but it made me angry. I was angry at him for sleeping with Miss, but also for not phoning her. I could feel the rejection she was feeling. He’s obviously a total wanker and she deserves more respect

 

 

 

At 11pm Angelina called to see if I was OK and then told me she’d be staying over at Chris’ flat. I hadn’t expected that and she must still have been at the party because we could hardly hear each other, so I just said “OK” and the phone went dead. It seems just when I feel I’m beginning to accept things something comes up that throws me totally off course. It took 20 minutes before I decided to phone her back and ask her to come home if she could. Twice I started dialing the number and twice I hang up. However on the third attempt I decided I had to call her, but her battery must have run out because her mobile went straight to voice mail.

 

I went to bed but just kept tossing and turning. The bed seemed so cold and empty without her.

 

I had just finished breakfast on Saturday morning and was just cleaning the kitchen when Miss got home…with another love-bite on her neck.

 

“That’ll get them gossiping at work,” she told me. “It was pretty much all they talked about last week.”

“What did you say?” I asked in a panic.

 

“Well I couldn’t tell them about Chris, could I? So they now all think you’re a stallion! How funny’s that?”

I blushed and then asked her what had happened last night.

 

“Oh, you can guess. Chris has asked me not to talk to you about me and him.”

 

I felt deflated. Just as I thought we were getting closer again I seemed to be being pushed out…again.

Miss could see my disappointment so she suggested we had another “girlie night in” and announced we were going into town shopping.

 

Usually traipsing around load of shops would have been boring, but because we were also shopping for clothes for me it added excitment to an otherwise tedious Saturday afternoon.

 

We both got some new lingerie and we also bought a floaty black top and black mini-skirt for me. I was a bit horrified when she suggested I tried them on in the shop, but then giggled at the look on my face and told me she was only joking.

 

We looked around a few shoe shops and then came across some black high heels. I don’t know how high they actually were but there was no way I’d be able to walk in them.

 

“Nonsense, if girls can do it so can you. It just takes a bit of practice.

 

We looked everywhere for a wig but couldn’t find one so Miss said she’d look on the internet at work for one.

 

We had a great evening messing about, Miss teaching me how to apply my make-up but she didn’t mention Chris at all, which surprised me. I can’t explain it; I don’t want to even think about him, but at the same time it’s always in the back of my mind.

 

On Sunday morning Miss insisted I put my new clothes and make-up on. I had a bit of a headache from the wine we had drunk the night before, but she told me women didn’t have a choice so neither should I. I reluctantly agreed but didn’t feel in the least “sexy”

 

 

 

 

The shit hit the fan in a big way last night. I usually get home before Angelina but she was already home when I got in.

 

“Oh hello Miss, you’re early.” I said in surprise. I then noticed she had her overnight bag in her hand.

 

“I can’t stop now, we’re all meeting up at 8.” She replied, putting her jacket on.

 

“Who’s we?” I asked.

 

“Me, Chris, Cath and Tony, we’re going to the cinema.”

 

“And your bag?”

 

“Oh, I’m staying over at Chris’s tonight, it just seems easier. I did leave you a note.” She said matter-of-factly.

 

“What do you mean, you’re staying at Chris’s, you only saw him a couple of days ago. I thought we agreed it would only be once a week.?” I replied, starting to get angry and anxious.

 

“We never agreed that…and besides I haven’t seen him since Friday.”

 

“Erm, he was fucking fucking you on Saturday morning,” I replied angrily.

 

“Well maybe that’s because you can’t. “ she said.

 

“Only because I’m locked up.””Well you agreed to it, and you agreed to me seeing Chris.” She responded with an element of contempt in her voice.

 

“I didn’t agree to it…to any of it. You asked me to…no TOLD me.”

 

“Look, I really am late, and I’m glad I’m going out if you’re going to be in such a foul mood, and behave so rudely.”

 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I replied, “Look can we just talk about this.”

 

“I’ll maybe see you tomorrow night, OK?” came her reply and with that she picked up her bag and left.

 

I did think about trying to stop her, but she was pretty determined and she had a look in her eye that frankly scared me a bit.

 

I was furious, especially when I found her note on the kitchen table:

 

Chastityboy,

Staying at Chris’s tonight, see you tomorrow.

Can you iron my work shirts?

Miss K

 

Is that all I deserved. If I hadn’t got home when I did that’s all I’d have had. I’ve done everything she’s asked. It’s not been easy and at times it has really hurt, but the least I deserve is a bit of respect and thoughtfulness in return. As someone commented, it isn’t really compromise if it’s only me making it. I can’t believe she’s been so … well horrible. I tried to call her mobile but she was either out of battery or had it turned off, even after the film must have finished.

 

I didn’t get much sleep I was so angry. I’m also really itching on my legs and “other” areas where my hair is starting to grow back. She probably doesn’t even give a fuck, although she’s probably getting one.

 

 

 

When Miss got home on Thursday evening we had a long chat and I feel really stupid. Apparently she had told me she was seeing Chris on Wednesday. I honestly can’t remember her telling me, so I either didn’t hear her or was busy with my chores when she told me. I apologised for my behaviour the previous day and she told me we needed to have a talk.

 

“I was really scared of losing you,” she told me.

 

I couldn’t believe she was saying it, as that was exactly what had terrified me.

 

“Of course you won’t lose me,” she assured me. “I need you in my life, but I also need Chris too. Do you understand that?”

 

“Yes Miss,” I replied meekly.

 

“You really are a wonderful person. You’ve let me lock you up, and agreed to stay locked. That proves how much you love me. Chris wouldn’t do that.” She said, making me feel proud.

 

“You accepted dressing as a girl and Chris wouldn’t do that. And I don’t think he could boil an egg, let alone know how to use an iron!” she laughed.

 

“That’s why you are special to me, you do things for me that Chris would never do. But Chris does things for me that you could never. I need you, but you both give me different thing, and I want you both to be a part of my life. You shouldn’t feel threatened by Chris, because you both give me different things. Chris is a man…and well you’re not really are you?”

 

I felt embarrassed but also happy that she had admitted that she needed me. We both started crying and hugging each other, holding each other tight.

 

“I never want to lose you,” I said.

 

“I’ve got a little surprise for you she announced, and went over to her bag and pulled out a white padded envelope.

 

I opened it and found a wig wrapped-up in some fine netting. When I pulled the netting apart I was surprised and impressed by the wig. It wasn’t like what I’d imagined it to be; it looked really realistic, brown, shoulder length with blondish highlights.

 

“Why don’t you do your make-up and try it on?” she suggested.

 

I went and boiled a kettle, placed a towel over the sink and gave myself a facial sauna (this apparently opens the pores and brings out the hairs, so I can have a really close shave).

 

Once I’d shaved and rinse my face with cold water I started putting on my make-up. I’m still pretty rubbish with the eyeliner and lip liner, but Miss tells me it just takes time and practice.

 

She came into the bathroom and joked, “You’re not going for the front cover of Vogue, you know.”

 

“I bet you didn’t put your make-up on last night, did you?”

 

I had to admit I hadn’t being so moody.

 

“You need to wear your make-up every night, so it is perfect and becomes second nature to you.”

She helped me with the wig, which kept sticking to my face, so she got a hair band, pulled two strands of hair from the front of either side and tied them behind my head.

 

I looked into the mirror and was astonished at the difference it made. I really was looking more female.

Miss put her arms around my waist, cuddling me as we looked in the mirror.

 

“You look sooo sexy,” she whispered in my ear, making me blush, but feel so, so special.

 

We had a lovely night. I cooked us a delicious meal and we had a couple of bottles of wine. We were both a little drunk and Miss started to talk about Chris. She has never slept with a guy who is so passionate and with such stamina.

 

“Is he really pretty big?” I asked.

 

“What, down there?” she answered. “Mmmm.”

 

She held her hand out, “I guess he’s about this big…7 or 8 inches? I’ll have to measure it for you.”

 

We both started giggling.

 

“It’s the best sex I’ve ever had…and it keeps getting better. He’s sex on legs. He’s made me feels things I have never felt before, I just can’t stop thinking about him and smiling. When we make love it’s just so wonderful…he’s just so wonderful. I just love feeling him inside of me.”

She’d never been this open of honest before and it made me realise how close we were that she could share this with me.

 

“I told Chris what you said yesterday, and that you shouted at me and he was pretty angry, you know.” She blurted out.

 

“What did he say?”

 

“Well he just didn’t like the way you were speaking to me. He said it showed a complete lack of respect and he doesn’t want you to stick your nose into our affairs.”

 

“Yes Miss, I really am sorry. I promise it won’t happened again.”

 

“Well you should really apologise to him as well.”

 

I suddenly felt panicky. “I can’t meet him,” I replied. “We agreed I wouldn’t have to meet him.”

 

“No silly, you don’t have to meet him, but perhaps just write him a quick letter saying you’re sorry.”

 

“To be honest…” she paused looking me in the eye, “I think I’m falling in love with him.”

 

My face must have dropped because she quickly added, “I still love you, sweetheart, but it’s in a different way to Chris. I can’t really explain.”

 

Later she sent me to bed because she was feeling quite horny. It suddenly dawned on me that I had never ever actually seen her masturbating. I had asked her a few times when we were first together, and bought her vibrator but she’d always told me she was too shy, and felt too vulnerable to do it with me in the room. It was probably just an excuse to myself but I went to the toilet and walking back I noticed the lounge door wasn’t fully closed. I crept up to it and could hear her gasping and gently moaning, which made me smile. For the first time in weeks I felt a stirring between my legs. The sounds she was making and the knowledge she was playing with herself was exciting me and I was actually starting to get an erection. Even though I could feel the Points Of Intrigue on my CB-3000 starting to dig into me I couldn’t stop listening. I thought about quickly looking round the door, but knew she’d go ballistic if she saw me, and the pain from the CB-3000 started to really hurt so I quietly went back to bed.

 

When she came to bed I knew I shouldn’t say anything, but I knew that I had to.

 

“Miss, I know we both agreed that chastity was important in our relationship…but, well I do miss the intimacy that we had when we use to make love. I’ve never felt as close to anyone as then.”

 

“Chastityboy,” she sighed, “Just when things seem to straighten themselves and we are getting on better than ever, you have to say something like that. Do you really want to ruin things between us?”

 

“No, of course not…” I answered, but she cut me off.

 

“And I don’t think Chris would be too impressed would he? What if I told him? Do you think he’d be happy that I was cheating on him?”

 

“I’m sorry, I know it as a stupid thing to say. I’m really sorry.”

 

“OK, but I think we should both go to sleep and forget about it, alright?”

 

“Yes Miss.”

 

On Friday night we were just finishing dinner when the phone went. It was my Mum, asking if we could go round for Sunday lunch. I held my hand over the receiver and asked Miss if she fancied it.

 

“Oh I can’t. I’m seeing Chris on Saturday night and I sort of promised I’d cook him a roast on Sunday. I don’t think his kitchens ever been used, apart from the microwave. But why don’t you go, you haven’t seen you Mum since before Christmas.”

 

“Hi Mum, yes I can come but Angelina is having dinner with a friend…Yes, I’ll be there a One. OK.”

 

On Saturday Miss left at about 6 to see Chris. It was completely different to Wednesday night. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and I said, “Have a good night, Miss.”

 

“You too. Be a good boy.”

 

It still felt a bit funny and even though I spent most of the night watching a film, I did feel a bit on my own.

 

Sunday was uneventful. My Mother cooks a great Sunday Roast and it was nice to see her. She did ask after ‘Angelina’ and where she was, which was a little embarrassing but I just told her she was having lunch with her friend Catherine.

 

When I got home Miss was already there but she went to bed for a couple of hours in the evening. And thank god Chris had accepted my apology.

 

“You’ve got him well trained,” he apparently told Miss.

 

“Of course I have, what else would you expect.

 

Our relationship has changed so much in the last few weeks, but we’ve come through it and are still together. I feel so proud to be with Miss, even if things aren’t the same as they use to be. But love is an ever changing thing.

 

 

 

Of course it was St Valentines Day last Tuesday. I had intended to take Miss A out to an expensive restaurant called Rosies, but Chris had already asked her out for the evening. However we agreed that we would have our Valentines Day on Wednesday - as Miss A pointed out this would be even more special, because everyone else celebrated theirs on the 14th, whilst we would be the only two to celebrate on the 15th.

 

Miss A was obviously excited about spending their St Valentines night together and left work early to get ready (she does take a year to get ready, even though she is so beautiful to start with!!!)

 

He’d sent her red roses to our house, which had been taken in by our neighbour. I thought we’d agreed roses were tacky, especially on Valentines day, but it appears Chris can do know wrong so she got me to put them in a glass vase next to the TV.

 

She had decieded to wear the short black satin dress she had worn for him before so I ironed it gently whilst she was in the shower ( it gets creased pretty easily). I helped her into her black satin basque, doing up the 12 hooks at the back, she then sat on the bed and I rolled the stockings up her soft, smooth and gorgeous legs, so she could clip them to the suspenders. In this position I had her pussy inches from my face. She usually keeps it neatly trimmed, but she had shaven herself totally clean as a Valentine suprise for Chris.

 

“Would you like to kiss my pussy?” she asked me gently.

 

“Yes Miss A,” I answered, almost whispering.

 

I leaned forward and couldn’t believe she let me kiss her in her most intimate place. I must be one of the luckiest men alive. I later thought perhaps I should have done more, but it just doesn’t seem to be right or something I would do now, and would certainly be disrespectful, not only to Miss A, but to Chris too.

 

She giggled when she asked if not wearing any knickers whould be sexy or just slutty. I assured her it was most definetly sexy.

 

I wanted to watch her do her hair and make-up, not just because I could watch her for hours but so I could learn more, but I suppose she felt a bit self-concious at me gawping at her every move, so I was sent to watch TV after I’d zipped up the back of her dress.

 

I looked at the card that had come with the flowers, which says “To My Darling Angelina…the most beautiful woman in all Christendom…All My Love, Chris xxx”

 

I couldn’t help but think he may be a “stallion” in bed but he’s hardly one of the worlds poets.

 

When the taxi arrived to pick her up she looked absolutely stunning. To be honest I think I was almost as excited as her, especially knowing that there was only two men in the world who would know what she had on underneath, and what she didn’t have on underneath, her dress! Even though I was dressed as a girl I carried her overnight back out to the taxi for her and we had a little hug as I told her to have a great night.

 

We had a lovely Valentines Night together the following evening. We both dressed up, with me in a little black shift dress we had got, and both felt and looked pretty sexy.

 

Chris had again marked her neck a couple of times the previous evening. To be honest I don’t really like it at all, and wish he wouldn’t, but didn’t mention anything because it would spoil our evening. It’s also really nothing to do with me, but can’t help feeling it’s partly a message to me (or that may just be my ego).

 

After a three-course meal which Miss A adored, we gave each other our love tokens. I’d bought her a platinum and diamond necklace which I helped her put on, but I couldn’t believe it when I unwrapped a beautiful black corset. It took us a while to work out how the lacing went up the back (you’d think they would do that for you) especially when the instructions were in German, but with some adjusting we got there in the end. Perhaps eating a large meal first wasn’t such a good idea, and even with the lacing got spaced out I could hardly breath. Another tip is to put your stockings on first, because there was no way I could reach down, but Miss A thankfully put them on for me.

 

It did feel good when she put her hands around my waist and gave me a long hug, telling me I looked fantastic. We went into the bedroom and I looked in the mirror to see my waste alot smaller than normal. It is quite uncomfortable but does look incredible. Even with the laces adjusted it is still quite tricky to get into, if I lay on the bed I can just about pull the steel clasps over the hooks.

 

We then spent the eveing watching the film “The Talented Mr. Ripley”, and both agreed that Jude Law is far sexier than Matt Damon. I even admitted I thought he was “gorgeous” which made Miss A laugh and me blush. I don’t know what it is about him, but he does look too good to touch, but it may just be this film. I knew his name but had never seen any of his films before. Miss A joked she knew what to get me for my birthday.

 

Chris had to go up to Manchester for the weekend, although he did call Miss A on all three nights. She said she wished she’d gone with him, which I suppose I understand, but I am glad she didn’t; three nights is different to one. So I had her to myself for the whole weekend. She had intended to go out with Catherine but it was rained off.

 

He’s back today so she’s going out with him, Catherine and Tony. This may sound funny but it doesn’t really make me feel jealous at all now, just a bit lonely. Chris sounds a nice guy and they do have a great time together so why should I be jealous? She’ll always come back to me.

 

 

 

 

Angelina and Chris have split up!!!

 

Well he’s actually left her. He didn’t go up to Manchester for work, he went up to see his ex…and to cut a long story short he’s decided he still loves her. I’ve had a warm glow all day, although Angelina is pretty cut up about it so I shouldn’t really be smiling so much and I resisted the urge to jump up and down when she told me - it’s quite hard to be sympathetic about sad news when it isn’t really, for me anyway.

 

We spent last night cuddled up in bed, her head on my chest whilst I stroked and carressed her hair. I told her he was an idiot and a fool but she did cry for over an hour, so part of me wanted to hurt him for hurting Angelina, but another part of me was so glad it was all over. She angrily said that all men were bastards and when I pointed out that I would never cheat on her or hurt her, she looked up and me and said, “I said men.” Lying there in a padded bra, knickers and a babydoll I couldn’t really say anything, but I have decided that’s is what I want - to be her man again.

 

Tonight I’m going to tell her. I’m not going to wear girls clothes or make-up anymore and I want to be released from the CB-3000. I’ll still wear it, to prove my love and commitment to her, and tht not all men our cheating bastards, but I want to be released at the weekends or at least once a week. I’ve tried to put a brave face on everything thats happened, and I do feel we have both learned lots already this year, but we don’t really have anything more to learn from chastity, at least not permanent chastity.

 

We are going to be a couple again, and whilst some of it has been fun, it’s not the wild and exciting fantasy people on the internet make out, I’ve really felt low and depressed at times, which I suppose in a way makes my mood now such a high.

 

 

Working extra hours at work and then getting home, having to shave, put my make-up and female clothes on, make dinner and do my chores is a real drag (no pun intended), but that’s not to say I really mind that much. Miss A and I did sit down and have a long chat after my last post, and it did make me come to realise and understand certain things. I know now that is laughable for me to “be her man” because I can’t be.

 

Allowing my masculinity to be locked away, accepting dressing as a girl but most importantly “accepting” Miss A’s relationship with Chris changed how she thought and looked at me. She did admit that although she still loved me, she was not “in love” with me. I have to admit it did make me cry, but she was so soft and sensitive and we ended up cuddling into the early hours.

 

So the outcome?

 

Yes, I am still wearing the CB-3000. To be honest it’s so long since I even started to get aroused it doesn’t even feel like I could or ever did.

 

Yes, I am still dressing as a girl; underwear all day and full make-up, my wig, clothes and heels in the evening and at weekends.

 

The one positive thing is Miss A is not interested in getting a new boyfriend, although she did admit if she met a guy she liked she would start seeing him. As you can imagine I have, literally, been bending over backwards to keep her happy (she is still pretty cut up and upset about Chris) and make her life as easy and fun as possible. She has taken the break-up out on me somewhat, but I suppose that’s to be expected, as we are so close. She does have Miss A Catherine, but she hasn’t spent that muh time with her because Tony is one of Chris’s best friends. I do think she feels that Chris may have been scared off because of me, and she did insinuate that if I’d been “more of a man” she would never had to start seeing him in the first place. I suppose she has a point. I’m glad that it’s just us two again and I really am trying my best to make this work and keep us together.

 

Things have got “back to normal” so to speak, although the first Sunday after we had our heart-to-heart I was punished far more than I had before. I had my hands cuffed behind my back, as I do every Sunday when I am unlocked and cleaned. Miss A came up and gave me a hug…for a moment I thought it would lead to some intimacy between us…and in a way I suppose it did. Before I knew anything about it she’d quickly raised her knee between my legs. I fell to the floor in agony, banging the side of my head on the bath. I could hardly breath, it felt like my testicles had been pushed up into my stomach and I was in a cold sweat. Miss A quickly knelt next to me,

 

“Are you OK?” she asked with a real look of concern and worry on her face.

 

I tried to answer but all the breath had been knocked out of me and I could only nod.

 

“I’m so sorry, darling, but you know you deserved that?”

 

Again I could only nod.

 

For the rest of the day I had a dull ache in my testicles, which I suppose served as a reminder that I will never be “her man” and I had no right to even suggest it. I shan’t even be thinking of it again.

  

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