First Chapter of Sarah Makes Her Marriage Chaste
A kinky story of wife led marriage, permanent chastity, and domestic discipline...
February 2030. Friday morning. A cottage in an English rural village.
"Wake up! Rich! Wake up!" The curtains zipped. Harsh light poured into the den. "Honestly this place is worse than when it was a teenager's bedroom. Gosh! Do you even use the exercise bike? It's dusty!"
Rich blinked at the clock, then his wife of twenty-something years. "Wha..? You're supposed to be at work."
"I've got the day off because I'm flying out Saturday morning." Her eyes narrowed. "How long do you normally lie in for?" She tore off the sheet, leaving him in his semen soiled underpants and old nerdy T-shirt.
"I..."
Her eyebrows steepled. "You can get that thing off."
"What?" He realised she was looking at his neck... He reached up and felt the steel collar he'd wanked himself to sleep wearing. He'd gotten so used to her slipping out without waking him when he was sleeping in his den, that he'd planned to leave it on for some leisurely self bondage in the empty cottage... He blushed. "Sorry. I'll get the key."
Sarah watched him in frowning silence. "How did you pay for it anyway?"
"Hey," he said. "I could leave the collar on and play slave for the day."
His wife's hands went to slim hips and she laughed. "I hardly think so."
Rich felt his cheeks burn. In her blue print dress and cardigan, long brown hair back behind an Alice band, his wife didn't look remotely like the dominatrices of his Internet adventures. Even so. "You used to like it."
"Twenty years ago, I thought I had to pander to men."
"Why are you always rejecting me?"
Her mouth opened in a toothy smile. She clapped her hands. "Funny you should ask that. We're actually off to a couples thing. I got a voucher at this work event last week."
"Oh?" said Rich. "You didn't tell me..."
"Why should I?" She clapped again, this time twice. "Come on. Shower and dressed. You're supposed to skip breakfast."
"Uh?" said Rich, but there was that glint in her eye. "OK."
Half an hour later found Rich, confused and slightly hungry watching the road signs while Sarah drove their Range Rover --- an early model electric --- in silence. She stayed within the speed limit, but her irritation leaking into bursts of acceleration and sudden braking.
For his part, Rich sat in the passenger seat trying to make sense of it all. To be honest, he'd half given up on the marriage, especially now Mary had left home. However, unemployed, middle-aged and out-of-shape, he had nowhere to go, and nobody to go to. He'd vaguely thought getting fit would help, but... and now Sarah suddenly wanted to save the marriage.
Instead of turning off for the local market town, she pulled into the outer lane and cruised on towards the city.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
She glanced at him, with wide, innocent eyes. "You'll find out."
Rich closed his eyes and remembered the first time he saw that look. Twenty five years ago. They were students...
October 2005, An English University Town, Student Flat
Sarah greeted him with an open-mouthed kiss, wrapped her arms around his neck, drew him down and sucked his tongue into her mouth.
Rich's penis went off like an air bag, pressed into the bars of the chastity cage. He managed to get the door closed behind him. He slid his tongue past her neat teeth and into her small mouth. She tasted of rich red wine. He ran his hands down her back, stroking. Slid a finger into her waistband.
She shook her head free. The candlelight flashed on her crucifix. "Don't. Not below the waist."
"What?" he said. "We've been dating a month."
She gave him a toothy grin and pulled off her T-shirt to unveiling firm round breasts. "But you like above the waist."
All the blood went from his brain into his caged groin. His penis felt as if it were wrapped in barbed wire. Suddenly, the chastity device seemed like a bad idea. He could have had a hand job.
"Well then?" she said. "You look like a startled hedgehog."
He shrugged off his bag and coat, dropped to one knee.
Still grinning, Sarah reached around and undid her bra. It dropped away to reveal thick brown nipples, already hard.
He got his hands around her bare waste and pulled her too him. He opened wide, took most of her right breast into his mouth and teased the nipple with his tongue while sucking rhythmically. A salty taste filled his mouth, doubling his thirst for her. He groaned.
She stroked his hair. "There now," she said. "You like that. But my legs are wobbling. Take that as a compliment."
He released her, and she sat on the small double bed provided by the University . She slid off her embroidered slippers, then swung her legs onto the bed to arrange herself flat like a virgin martyr, her crucifix nestling between her pale breasts. She turned her head to flash him a grin. "You can squeeze my nipples if you like."
Rich knelt on the mattress beside her and pinched both nubs, taking a bit of aureole and rolling.
The petite girl undulated and sighed. "How are you doing?" Her hand went out to his crotch. "Hard."
"Oh god yes," he said. "But.. I..." He blushed.
She tugged at the belt of his jeans. "I'd better give you that hand job."
The say she said it, with her posh home counties voice made his penis pulse wetly. "You don't have to give me a hand job."
"Well I'm not giving you blow job," she said. "Not bloody likely."
"No, I mean you can't...," he said. Oh god this was a bad idea. He pushed on. "You know I said I had some kinks?" He got off the bed.
"The fantasy about Cruella de Ville, wasn't it?"
"Oh," he said. "I'll just show you." He turned away and slid off his jeans and boxers. A quick poke to make sure his penis was seated properly, then he turned.
Sarah --- who was sitting up --- screamed into her hand and went bright beetroot all the way down to her sternum. "What the hell is that?"
"Chastity device," said Rich.
"But I thought they were... the Museum in Prague... rusty iron... raunchy damsels in distress... Men in Tights."
"Well, now they make plastic ones for men."
She frowned. "Does it come off?" Her expression cleared. "Well take your T-shirt off, you look stupid and I could never stand that movie."
Rich shook his head. "I left the keys at my place." He tossed the T-shirt on the ground. "I thought with you being a good Catholic girl and a virgin---"
"---not technically a virgin," said Sarah. "Unless you think that Joy didn't count? Is it only proper sex if there's a penis?"
Rich's hips twitched. He felt a drop of semen escape his dick. He'd known about her fling with hard-drinking foul-mouthed Joy, the Scottish marketing student. However, though he'd jerked off over lurid fantasies, he'd expected the reality to be that they just necked a little. The device loosened. Had he shot his wad? Suddenly he was very glad of the cage.
"Well there's no penis here," he said. "Not tonight."
Sarah grinned. "Well I suppose there is not." She got off the bed.
"Oh," said Rich. "I'm sorry. I'll go."
"No, silly," she said, unbuttoning the side of her skirt. "I just hate feeling awkward." She slid the skirt down over her skinny legs and bent to step out of it. Now wearing only pale blue panties, she folded the skirt on the back of a chair.
Rich squirmed.
She shot him a sideways grin. "You look like Michelangelo's David. Pity that thing isn't a fig leaf."
"I'll see if I can find one," said Rich. He started forward.
"Oh no," said Sarah. "I'm not a banana." She sat back down on the edge of the bed and bending so her small breasts swung forward with the crucifix, she pulled down her panties. "I can peel myself."
Brown curls flourished between slender thighs.
Rich's penis revived. The chastity device seemed to clench. He tried to form words, but he'd fantasised about this moment since Welcome Week, two years ago. "I..." he managed.
She crossed her legs. "I don't believe in shaving down there. Seems unfeminist."
"You're beautiful," he said. "I just want want to..."
"The cat got your tongue! You'd better find it because my pussy wants it." She laughed. "That sounded better in my head."
Rich stumbled to his knees at her feet.
Sarah sighed and, small perfect feet still planted on the rug, lay back. "Go on then, debauch me and I'll tell you if you're as good as Joy was."
Rich knelt closer.
She was petite and neat, but her inner lips overflowed her slit like a red velvet ruff. He could smell her too; an earthy feline scent that went straight to his caged groin.
Gingerly he cupped her calf muscles and tried to draw her closer.
Sarah kicked her legs free, hooked her heels on his shoulders. She advanced on him like a spider.
He ducked between her pale thighs, mouth open.
Fur prickled his face. His lips collided with wet, salty flesh. He sucked and tongued. Sarah's juices flooded into his mouth.
He shuddered. A wet tingle build up in his caged cock.
"Ahem," she said. "You've not done this before, have you?"
Rich shook his head without detaching his mouth.
"It's a good job I went to all-girl's boarding school, isn't it? You're supposed to lick. Find my clitoris and give it a good lashing."
Rich let her pussy escape his mouth. He trawled his tongue between her slippery lips.
"Better," she said.
He repeated the action, this time pressing. Sure enough, in the nook of her lips he found a tiny, hooded button. He flicked it.
Sarah's legs tightened on his shoulders. "Good. Now you're a contender."
Rich flicked again, then settled into a lapping action with long strokes ending in sharp flicks.
Sarah purred. "Keep going... Mmmm. Good."
Her inner lips became even more engorged, resisting his tongue's passage even as salty juices splashed his face.
Rich's jaw started to ache. The little flap of skin under his tongue began to hurt.
Sarah shifted her legs to clamp his head to her crotch.
Rich reached around her hips, slid his hands over her flat tummy and found her breasts. Powering through the pain, he managed to keep his tongue moving.
"Yes!" she said. "Nipples. Squeeze."
He obliged, squeezing her nipples hard, putting everything he had into lashing his tongue into her juicy lips.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh my God!" She tried to say something else but it came out as a squeal.
Rich managed one last burst of speed.
Sarah whimpered then went slack against him. "You can stop now."
Rich knelt back. Their skin had stuck together, and he felt a burn as her thighs came free.
"Careful you idiot," she said.
"Sorry," said Rich. "I haven't done this before."
"And I'm supposed to be the 'sweet Catholic virgin'," she said. Her eyes flickered to his caged groin. "Are you still turned on?"
He nodded dumbly.
"So turned on it hurts?"
He nodded.
"Well you can go home and find your key and masturbate," she said. "But if you do, I'm dumping you. I'm not a bad person, but think after all those times I've given hand jobs and had to snuggle up after, wet and frankly very aroused indeed, I think I'm justified."
"I'll stay," he said, and her eyes glinted with an amused triumph that went straight to his locked groin.
"Good," she said. She stood up over him so that he was eye-to-eye with her puffy outer lips and feel the heat of her pussy on his face. "Get dressed," she said. "Let's go find a place to eat. Then we can come back here and you can eat me some more. Oh, that sounded..."
"No," he said, rolling unsteadily to his feet. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and kissed her forehead. "That sounded just as good as you thought it would."
"My puns are improving," she said. "Let's see if we can do the same with your oral technique."
"It sounds like a lifetime project," he said.
And there was that wide-eyed innocent look. "We'll see," she said.
And they'd been together ever since.
But that wide-eyed look had faded like the memory of a fireworks display. Somehow he'd taken the wrong path with her, and all they had left was a bickering semi-detached relationship.
Sarah pulled into a car park.
The sign on the nearest building read, said "Vesta House NHS Chastity Service."
He knew all about this controversial corner of the National Health Service.
"I am not getting fitted with a permanent chastity device."
There was that look again. "Careful what you wank for."