The Numbers Game 2

by DMW

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Storycodes: F/m; chast; bond; cuffs; mast; toys; cons; X

(story continues from )

Part 2

My wife keeps me in chastity.  Not for any particular reason.  I’ve never strayed and never wanted to but she likes the power and if it makes her happy, then I’m happy to go along with it.  It’s a CB-3000, standard chastity belt but with one difference, she uses a 4-digit combination lock instead of the standard tamper proof or metal padlock which she had been using.  With 10,000 possible combinations, there was no way I’d ever be able to guess the number.

It had been a little over a week since I’d taken her out to dinner and earned the first number (see part one) and it would seem that today would be the day I’d get the chance to earn the second.  Not that I’d known that on the day or any other day I happen to wake still horny and chastised.

I’d gotten up earlier than my wife and as usual, had gone downstairs to make the coffee.  She stirred as I entered the room with the tray but didn’t wake until I’d placed it on her bedside table.  Sitting up, she cupped my chastity covered cock and kissed the plastic with a "thank you lover" which turned into a look of disgust.

"That stinks," she began.  "Don’t you ever wash it?!"

I didn’t.  How could I?  She keeps it under lock and, well lock anyway.  I didn’t say any of this, merely thought it.  I didn’t want to ruin my chances of another number right at the start of a new day.

"Come on," my wife said, climbing out of bed in a black silk negligee.  "That thing needs a shower."

I followed my wife into the en suite.  Being naked, there was no need to strip so I stood patiently waiting for her before realising what she wanted from me and kneeled with my hands behind my back.

Once I’d done that, she left, returning a few minutes later with whatever she’d decided she needed, the first being a pair of handcuffs.

"Can’t have you touching yourself while he’s out now can we? Arms in front."  I complied, wondering how having my hands cuffed in front of me would stop me touching myself.  A length of rope tied to the cuff chain and put over the shower curtain rail was the answer to my own question.

My wife had me step into the bath and using a little step ladder, tied the rope off at the correct length to stop my elbows being able to go lower than my shoulders.

Facing the wall, I didn’t see my wife coming towards me with a blindfold and after that, I didn’t see anything!  I felt her climb into the bath next to me and her hands deftly play with my chastity device before a cool current of air rushed over my entire groin as my boy was granted his freedom for the first time in over 3 weeks.  He took full advantage of the situation and quickly became hard, causing my wife to laugh.

"Poor boy," she said.  "Looks like someone is a little starved of attention.  Well don’t worry.  I’ll make sure he gets some today."

With those words and a thousand ideas running through my head, my wife reached around me and grabbed what turned out to be a short (maybe 8") spreader bar which she attached but not before applying some cream underneath "for chaffing"

Satisfied I couldn’t get out of the bath, my wife used my body to get out of the bath again.  I waited patiently in the en suite where it was only a couple of minutes before I heard a buzzing noise coming from the door and my wife moaning.  It was obvious what she was doing as the moans became louder until eventually, she came, probably on the bed but I can’t be certain.

"Sorry about that," she said, reappearing at the door.  "I was just thinking about what I’m going to do to you and it got me all horny.  Here.  Taste."

She put the used vibrator against my lips until I held my tongue out and put it between my teeth so I could taste her juices.  Call me old fashioned but I prefer the taste when it’s direct from the source.

There were noises behind me which were probably a plastic bag rustling and boxes being opened before my wife started giving me a massage with oils.  She started just above where the spreader bar kept my legs apart and worked her way up each leg before spending a lot of time on my groin.

It had been so long and there had been so much arousal to my boy that even without direct stimulation, I couldn’t help but feel pressure build up inside me.  My wife must have noticed it to as she took her hands away with a harsh "don’t you dare".  When her hands returned, I was much more careful about my thoughts.

This was a very thorough massage which included between my legs and up my butt crack making me thankful that no fingers or other remote controlled devices disappeared up there.

My wife continued on up my back, over my chest and even under my arms.  She’s not as tall as me so I knew she had to be on the ladder as she reached higher and higher on my body, stopping at my neck.

"Oh, by the way," my wife said, getting as close to my very sensitive ears as she could.  "I’m now naked.  That’s something you haven’t seen in even longer than your boy isn’t it?!"

The massage, the comment, her warm breath and erect nipples pressed against me caused my "boy" to involuntarily flex and remind me just how hard he still was.

"And do you know why it’s been so long?" my wife asked, her tone suddenly changing.  "It’s because of the maintenance involved.  The shaving, the waxing and the plucking, not to mention the trouble when it all grows back.  So you’re going to experience what that feels like.  I hope you’re not silly enough to think that was massage oil.  It was hair removal cream.  In about 10 minutes, you’ll have less hair than a newborn baby."

The shock wasn’t that great but it was enough that I dropped the vibrator.  My wife tutted, reached into the bath, slapping the tip of my cock as she did so, causing it to wave in the air.

"I don’t know how I’m going to get that thing to go back in its cage though.  Oh well, I’ll think about it over my coffee which must be cold by now."

She left, leaving me in the bath contemplating my limited options.  I could have probably pulled the shower curtain rail down but that would have still left me tied, cuffed to it and with my wife in possession of the key and even getting free wouldn’t have removed the cream from my body which was beginning to warm me up as the effect took hold.

After the old what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, my wife returned.

"Right," she said.  "Let’s see how effective this stuff was."

I heard the shower switch on and my wife say she’d worked out how to remove the not-so-large problem in front of her before she hit my groin with a burst of freezing cold water.  It took me by surprise and I tried to get away causing me to knock into my wife but the cold water had the desired effect as my erection shrank away.

The crème must have come off quickly as the shower head was dropped and my wife’s hands re-attached the CB3000 and reworked the numbers on the lock to hide the combination.

With the cold water and a sponge, the remainder of the crème was removed and the water stopped, making me believe we were finished.

My wife released the rope from the shower curtain rail which allowed my hands to fall and me to get some feeling back in my hands before her instructions to put my hands behind my back came in.  I did so and she cuffed me again before gently rotating me 90 degrees in the bath and telling me to kneel then lay down, helping me to do so as I gingerly fell forwards blind.  When I was settled, she tied the roped to the spreader bar, leaving me hogtied in the bath.

It was only a couple of seconds before I felt water on me, warm this time.  A few seconds after that, my wife climbed in and put her feet either side of my head.

"Do you know," she spoke over the noise of the water, "I can see how women get into this whole mistress thing.  I mean look at you.  Hogtied in the bath in a chastity device that only I can remove and I can do anything to you.  Leave you here, beat you or even," she bent down, "pee on you if I wanted to."

She laughed and stood up again.  "Don’t be silly sweetie.  I don’t want to do that.  You just got some crème on me and I’m just washing it off although you could show your gratitude for letting you out today and show my feet some respect."

I didn’t need telling again as I began to work on my wife’s feet and toes, causing her to moan in pleasure and take even longer in the shower than she would have.

"Mmmm, I do like the worship," she said as she finally turned off the water and climbed out.  "You did good today so I’ll just say this.  Seven."

Seven.  That’s two numbers.  Of course, I still had no idea what order they go in and I knew I’d have to work hard for the other two but I was making progress.

The next thing I felt was the blindfold being removed, causing me to blink at the sudden change in light.  My wife was now dressed and I got a lovely shot of her cleavage as she bent over and kissed me on the head.

"Going shopping.  Need some more things for you to earn your next number.  I’m sure you’ll be fine there until I get back."

I wasn’t but then, I was hardly going to say anything and upset her now so I watched her leave.  As I lay in the bath, I managed to twist my body to have a look at myself and saw that I was, as my wife said I would be, completely hairless from the neck down.

Another thought started creeping into my head.  What things could my wife possibly be going out to get?!

To be continued…