More of "Fall in Chastity"

The pleasures of reverse pegging or "foxing"...

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“You’re a kinky bastard, Giles.”

That was my wife Xena something like fifteen years ago.

She’d come home from a night out with the girls slightly tipsy and horny.

I’d been waiting in my chastity belt — a DIY thing of webbing and a hard cup that looked surprisingly good.

She ordered me out of it for sex.

I showed her the new dildo attachment.

So we had… well I would have called it chastity sex.

A chaste male using a strap-on dildo to simulate sex with his partner is a common fantasy. Though I like writing about women who enjoy it, I think it’s mostly rare in middle-aged chastity couples: if she likes penetration, she probably won’t feel like keeping his penis locked.

There are exceptions of course, including Tom Arnold who calls it “foxing”, a pun on faux for “fake”.

I’ve also seen “fauxing”.

Sometimes it’s called “reverse pegging”. I hate that term because it implies that her penetrating him with the dildo is the default, whereas dildo sex is a simulation of a very natural act.

From the Virgo’s point-of-view — OK we’ll call it — “foxing” can be the natural act.

If pleasure rather than intimacy is her goal, there’s not so much difference between a penis in a condom, and a dildo attached to a locked male. The dildo even has advantages. It’s the optimum shape and size, because she picked it. It has unlimited staying power, but at the same time there’s no reason for continuing sex after she’s satisfied.

If intimacy is required, then maybe his reaction to the exquisite torment of going through the act of sex with his cock locked away in a cage is enough to tick that box.

All that makes foxing a submissive and masochistic act on the part of the chaste; part service, part suffering. Perfect.

However, it also offers him certain vanilla advantages.

Imagine sex with no performance anxiety.!

The feeling as I thrust the dildo in an out of my wife’s pussy for the first time was… imagine if you had to regularly swim across a stormy bay, and somebody suddenly gives you a floatation aid?

And there’s a pleasure in watching a pornographic scene unfold which you’re part of, but requires nothing much in the way of skill or staying power.

There’s also that masculine guilt that maybe only afflicts men of my generation: are we only having sex to please me? Apparently not.

But there’s this other, deeper, darker, kinkier thing. If a man is locked in chastity and can’t orgasm, then the women’s pleasure becomes something sacred that actively makes him suffer.

Thus, it was as Xena bucked under me, each little gasp she emitted filled me with a sort of primal fear.

And, judging from her smirk and the way she tweaked my nipples, she knew it and was enjoying getting her sadistic buttons pressed in a very low-effort way.

After, she called me a “kinky bastard”. However, I seem to recall that she also made me sleep in my chastity belt…

Of course, if chastity is mandatory, then foxing can — at least in theory — be cosy and romantic.

Which is where we left Heather and David in their Sweet Autumn Romance…

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Fall in Chastity continued…

Heather stole a glance at David as she lay down on the fireside rug. In the candlelight, the rubber penis sprouting from his caged groin looked entirely real. "How do you like the mirror universe?"

He let out a strangled groan but made no move to join her on the floor.

Heather stared up the way the light from the flames danced on the cottage's cracked ceiling and tried not to feel self conscious. She felt his gaze burning into her naked skin, taking in all the little creases and crinkles.

The blood rushed in her ears and she became suddenly conscious of the way her breathing must make her tummy rise and fall.

What was David seeing with that artist's eye of his?

The wind battered the windows. Rain came down the chimney, making he peat in the hearth hiss.

Heather could bear it now longer. "Say something!"

"You're beautiful."

What did that even mean?

Was he having regrets, already?

Trying to convince himself to go through with this?

Heather's boobs were supposed to be her best assets, but here she was lying on her back so they subsided like yesterday's blancmanges. If only she had her corset with her --- men liked that! --- but it was too early after Henry, and anyway Shona had said there were no eligible men here so she'd left it at home.

However, Shona had also once remarked that men were like dogs, only self-training. "Scientists can condition a dog to salivate when it hears a bell ring," she'd said. "Men are the same, only they teach themselves, and its drooling and dripping over some fetish."

Heather smiled. She knew about David's fetish, at least. She raised one leg, bent the knee and and pointed her toes at the ceiling so he could appreciate her cosy stockings.

David gasped. He didn't seem to know where to put his eyes: her calves, her half-bare thighs, her lady parts... To do him credit, he seemed to be trying manfully to focus on her face.

Better, thought Heather, giggling. Now she planted her heels together on the rug and opened her thighs suggestively. "I'm not normally this forward."

"I'm not normally this enthusiastic," said David. He knelt at her feet. In the firelight he looked like a horny caveman; all hair and muscle and nobbly artificial penis endlessly erect for her and only her. "It must be the effect of the mirror universe," he said.

Their eyes met and the earth seemed to fall away from under Heather. Despite the stockings, she felt utterly naked before this man.

And seen.

But, she couldn't bring herself to move her feet apart to let him take her.

His brow furrowed. The firelight made it seem a dramatic expression, but his voice was gentle. "What's the matter, Heather?"

"I think the mirror universe is too much like the real universe where men lose interest after they've gotten off."

"I'm not like that," said David. "You'll always be interesting to me."

"That's what you all say."

David pinged the dildo, making it quiver. "Well maybe we'll just have to be ourselves after all. Because in this universe, I can't be like that."

"Good point," she said, and moved her right foot, so now only her left foot was in the way.

David gently stroked her instep, sending little butterflies up her leg. "What else?"

Heather felt herself clench hungrily and moisten. Her breathing quickened. She squirmed. "I sometimes take way too long and they go floppy and get cross."

"I don't have an erection to lose." David traced her calf muscle through the stocking. "And I can't imagine being cross with you."

She shifted her foot a little but stopped.

David's brown eyes twinkled. "Go on."

"Sometimes I get sore and need to stop before my partner can ejaculate."

He shrugged. "I haven't ejaculated for fifteen years. Was there anything else?"

I hate being salty and sticky, thought Heather, but said nothing because that sounded too cold and harsh. Sometimes she regretted the way the omni vaccine meant nobody used condoms any more.

Then she realised how turned on she was.

She'd know intellectually that David had been chaste all this time. However, it was only now with him naked except for the dong-thong and ready to make love to her, that the full reality of his situation hit her. She was about to have at least one orgasm, he wasn't... hadn't... wouldn't.

"What's up now?"

"God I'm sorry," she said. "You must be crazy with frustration."

He laughed. "Rushing won't change that. Take your time."

"OK..." She closed her eyes.

He'd fingered her. Licked her. They'd kissed. Held hands. Talked.

Be honest! She'd ruthlessly manipulated David into all of that. She was, in her own way, as bad as Shona with her whips and chains and CARGO (cough) "partnership".

And now she'd seduced this lovely, tragic man into this next step, a step that promised to roll all that delight into a single wonderful thing, but afterwards he would flee her arms to exercise off his frustration.

And long term, he was never going to give up his collar unless his ex wife released him from chastity.

And if he was released from chastity, he'd wouldn't be the David she... knew. Not the David she knew.

So if they had sex tonight, then she would end up with a broken heart.

She opened her eyes and found him smiling at her.

"Shall I go down on you first?"

She shook her head. "I want to snog while we shag."

"So we are going to do it?"

"Maybe this universe we live in is my mirror universe..." She slid open her legs, craned forward and caught his collar and tugged.

David descended on her, slid his arms under hers to cradle her head so his bare skin was pressed to her.

...and this is just a holiday romance, she completed mentally. She could do this.

He kissed her shoulder and let out a muffled, "Oh... wow."

Heather squeaked with pleasure. She clamped him to her, one arm around his waist, one behind his collar to drag his mouth around onto hers.

David kissed her fiercely, tongue pushing past her teeth, teasing hers, all the while making little whimpering sounds with his throat.

She writhed against him suggestively.

The dildo prodded the wrong spot, nudging the nook between thigh and outer lips.

She twisted her mouth away. "Careful."

"Sorry." David rose up on his hands and looked between them. "I haven't had much practice."

She laughed at the silliness of the situation. "I keep forgetting you're a virgin."

His eyes took on a pained expression.

"Oh sorry," she said. "I mean, you're so hunky and kind nobody would expect... You and your ex?"

He shook his head. "She wasn't into it."

"What about all those women who hunted you down?"

He shook his head. "I managed to keep at least some boundaries."

"Oh my god, you really are a virgin."

He seemed to sag a little. The head of the dildo brushed her thigh, slid off the stocking and stuck to her skin.

"Drat," she said, "I should have said that my runaway mouth can be a boner killer."

"Your mouth gets me hard, and there's only one boner that matters." He stooped down to kiss her on the lips. "You're the experienced one. Please take charge. I really, really want to fuck you."

Heather nodded. She reached between them, grabbed the nobbly prosthetic cock and tugged. "Lower yourself slowly."

He did as he was told and she guided the head between her engorged lips and into her hungry vagina. It rippled around the familiar visitor, triggering a convulsive twitch of her pelvis.

His groin settled into hers and the crown of the dildo jostled her G-spot. Heather squeaked happily.

David was still propped up on his arms. He stared down at the junction between their naked bodies. "Bloody hell!"

She lifted her head and checked. It really looked like they were having sex. "Welcome to the mirror universe, lover boy."

He shuddered. "I can't feel anything."

She tilted her hips to positioned the dildo just right. "That's because it's my mirror universe. Now fuck me."

And he did.