Starting my personal Chastity blog.

It was impossible for me to look away. Elaine's breasts were attractive, with large, proud nipples. My arousal was at new heights. The damp patch in my trousers was spreading, but there was nothing that I could do.

 

Elaine kept a firm grasp on the envelop, but smiled.
" I wanted to test what you said ..... about being unable to achieve a erection.
Look at my breasts, they're attractive aren't they?
Wouldn't you like to be able to hold them?
To kiss and caress them?"

 

"Stand up"
I stood.
"Well I can see a wet patch, but there's no bulge.
I imagine that the wet patch means that you are getting aroused, but the the lack of a bulge means no hard-on.
That's good".

 

She held the envelop out to me and I took it gratefully.
"I won't keep you, I expect that you will be keen to get back to Sue."
I took the envelop, my fingers tracing the shape of the key inside.
"Thank you, Elaine"
I forced myself not to run to the door.
"Don't forget what I said, tell Sue that we must arrange a meal together soon."
No, Elaine, I'll tell her and I look forward to it".
Elaine smiled.
"Be careful what you wish for, perhaps you won't enjoy it."

 

I raised my hand in farewell as I headed back to my car, keen to return my precious cargo to my wife.
As I sought the car key I realised how much my hand was shaking.
It had been unbelievably humiliating to say those things to Elaine, but at the same time so arousing. More desperate for relief than I had been for many weeks I drove home in the hope that Sue would show me kindness.

 

Yesterday was the Public Holiday (Easter Monday), and against all expectation I was briefly released from my cage.

On reflection I think that my liberation was because KH Wife Sue wanted to test a new "app" downloaded to her phone rather than any desire for my pleasure.

The new app is a Metronome Function (as used by musicians to "keep time") which can be set to produce a steady, regular beat at adjustable intervals for a fixed period of time.

In the evening, Sue instructed me to fetch a glass from the kitchen and then join her in the lounge. Returning with the glass, I found Sue sitting in her favourite armchair with the room curtains pulled-back. Although we live in a very quiet country village, we are close to the street and -although it is not frequent - if anyone does pass then they can see into our house.

Sue wasted no time: "Get undressed" she commanded "but hold-on to the glass".
Without hesitation I undressed, folding my clothes into a neat pile on the floor.
"Face the window, and move closer to it and stand-up straight!"

I followed the instruction knowing better than to object. Sue rose from her chair and approached. She came to my side and I could see that she had her phone in one hand and The Key hanging on a chain in her other. At that moment I could only hope for what might follow. I was wet and beginning to drip.

 

"Take the key and unlock yourself, I'm not going to touch you".
I grasped the key by its chain and, despite shaking fingers, unlocked myself.
I slid the upper section of my cage away.
" Don't take the ring off, leave it on" Sue's voice was firm
" Put that on the floor" she said, pointing to the upper section of my cage.
"My, but you are wet!".

 

Released from the cage, I began to harden but could not manage a full erection.

"Not very impressive, is it?" Wife Sue watched dismissively.
"Let me show you the new app I have found for my phone.
I can set a time for how long the routine will last. Anywhere from 1minute to 99minutes.
And I can set the tempo at which "beats" are sounded. All the way from 1 Beat per minute up to 360 Beats per minute. I am going to use the app to control how you rub yourself.
I still want you to produce cum, but you will rub yourself at the rhythm that the app gives you.
The normal rules still apply though .... no full orgasm, only a trickle of cum. When you feel that you are going to cum, then you must stop touching yourself immediately."

 

"So lets begin ..... Think we should start slowly and then see what happens".
Sue adjusted her phone.
"Right. Five minutes, at thirty beats per minute. Then we will see".
Her phone began to beat out the rhythm.
My fingers grasped the head of my dick and followed the pace. It was much, much slower than the tempo I normally followed to arouse myself, but enjoyable none-the-less.