Part 2.
Chapter 4.
As the summer unfolded itself over their little suburban idyll Peter and Fiona began to understand the true meaning of permanent chastity, and the incredible effect it was having on both of their lives. As the days and weeks marched on it also became very clear that the reality of the situation was quite different for each of them.
Peter was now almost perpetually thinking about sex. He had not had a proper erection or been able to see or feel his penis now for 5 months. Although his chastity belt was still very comfortable the psychological affect of having his penis completely excluded from his life by his wife was becoming increasingly difficult to bear.
In practical terms there wasn't really any issues. The belt only restrained his penis and the steel lattice cage could easily be cleaned in the bath or shower, albeit by spraying water upwards between his legs. All his bodily functions could be undertaken unimpeded, except that it was wise, if not essential, to sit down when peeing. This added to his feelings of being controlled by Fiona, and also helped to keep the embers of his increasingly feminine feelings burning slowly inside of him.
His relationship with Fiona was intense and intimate now. He thought about her constantly, helpfully reminded of the fact by the feelings of frustrated lust between his legs, which on occasions were almost too intense to bear. But it wasn't all bad, and there were moments when the exquisiteness of his predicament left Peter almost breathless with excitement.
He recalled one night recently when, after one of her long hot, pink girly baths, as Peter called them, that they went to bed and just kissed each other for hours, caressing each other tenderly and lovingly with complete understanding and joy. Peter made his beautiful, relaxed wife cum over and over again, and loved to see how hot the situation was for her. When she came it was just earth shattering in intensity, almost scary, and it didn't happen just once but several times, often on ever increasing screaming waves of intensity.
Peter also enjoyed the fact that he was almost permanently horny, and never had that feeling of disappointment that he often felt immediately after an orgasm, when the anticipation had been so much sweeter than the actual climax. Now, he felt almost constantly on the up curve, and after a while the feeling became a part of his day, part of his experience of wellbeing in fact.
Fiona herself had also noticed a change in their relationship as time went on, and by her own admission she was having an absolute ball.
She loved her husband dearly, but this love was now hugely increased by an uber lust that left her spinning with joy and confidence. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that the level of control she was exercising over her husband would be so hot, so fulfilling as this.
She just loved the fact Peter was constantly turned on, and the almost constant frustration she saw in Peter felt just made her feel even hornier. She could see how he was fighting his emotions, and how difficult and challenging the situation was for him. That just added to her happiness and increased the intensity of her lust. She wanted to see Peter struggling with his chastity. She knew it was perhaps wicked, but it was such a rush. She would muse over how much control she had for hours. She had effectively taken control of Peter's sexuality completely. Every aspect of his desire was under her control, and any release for Peter would be entirely up to her.
She could see how Peter now understood that, and more, that he understood how much she liked it. This was the truly agonizing dilemma in Peter's head. His suffering was fuelling Fiona's happiness. There was no way of hiding that fact. To make his wife truly happy and satisfied, he would need to continue with this game.
The situation was impossible. Hot, difficult and mind bending. Both Peter and Fiona were on a trip of a lifetime and in reality neither of them knew exactly where this would end.
Or did she?
It was now mid-September. The days were still warm but there was sometimes an autumnal chill in the air and a definite back to work mood descended over the nation. The first Christmas adverts started appearing annoyingly on the commercial channels and the tomatoes in Peter's greenhouse had grown fat and ripe. Peter was in the kitchen washing up, looking out of the window at the baked lawn thinking between his legs, feeling the ever present aching pressure as his penis struggled in its cage. Sometimes the feeling was so intense he dripped. It was as blissful as it was maddeningly frustrating.
Fiona was upstairs packing. She eventually came down, and breezed into the kitchen, plucking a piece of toast delicately from the rack in the middle of the table between her fingers and nibbling the end as she disappeared into the hall to check her hair and make-up one last time. Then she was ready. Coming back into the kitchen she glanced at the clock and clapped her hands together twice briskly.
"Right. I am off. Can you put my bag in the car Peter please?"
"Yes, of course Fi."
Peter was wearing a pink pinafore now, a gift from Fiona to add some variety, as she put it, to his beloved yellow frilly pinny. When they were alone in the house together that was all Peter was allowed to wear. He had got used to it now, and although it was clearly quite unusual, Fiona liked to see her husband in it, especially when she was in her business suit. It gave her a power thrill that she just loved.
Without any fuss, Peter took off his pinny and changed into a plain navy nylon housecoat, buttoned at the front. It was ridiculous, making him look like a slightly perverted janitor, but it was sexless and enabled him to dash out into the front garden when Fiona gave him one of her little chores. Peter now rarely left the house, dedicating more and more of his time to domestic affairs and carrying out his wife's orders. He was a nearly perfect house-husband, and he was becoming increasingly house proud, and increasingly narrow minded in his thinking.
Fiona just loved this. She saw how Peter's life was becoming more and more restricted, and she was determined to take their wonderful little game to the next level.
Peter silently and obediently put Fiona's case into the back of her Audi, laying her coat on top and shutting the door. As he turned round Fiona flew out of the house rifling through her bag for her keys with her mobile jammed between her shoulder and ear.
"I'll call you back. I am just leaving. Yes, yes to both. I'll see you there."
"Back on Friday Peter. Mwaaah. Be good."
Then she was gone. The energy in the air just evaporated as the car disappeared down the hill. Peter walked slowly back into the house and closed the door. He felt a slight feeling of anxiety. Fi was so full of life, so excited about this trip, and somehow he felt a bit excluded.
He walked back into the kitchen and put his pinny back on. It gave him a sense of purpose and he looked around the room. Right, he thought, brushing the front down smoothly, work to do.
At 1030pm Peter stood at the bottom of the stairs, took one last quick glance around and then went to bed. He had had a good day in the end, and the house was sparkling.
It is just so much easier to get on when Fi isn't dropping things everywhere, he thought.
In bed he thought again about Fi again and sent her a text.
"Hope u are ok hun. House spotless, u would b proud. ILY P x"
Send.
He lay down and fell asleep.
Fiona wasn't asleep, and technically neither was she on a business strip any more. Her meetings had gone well and really she could have driven home, but she decided to meet up with her friend Sarah again. They had a lot to discuss, and arranged to stay the night into a small Cotswold hotel they both remembered from their Oxford days.
"The thing is Sarah, I am enjoying it so much I just can't bring myself to stop. It is like a drug. The more I keep him locked up the better it gets, and the more I want to perpetuate the situation. The idea of this being permanent is just incredibly erotic."
"I can see that Fi, but the poor man has to have some relief surely. Don't you want that too?"
Sarah rolled her Cognac around her glass and took a long reflective sip. They were the only two left in the hotel restaurant, and as they were both staying overnight they could continue to talk for as long as they liked.
"I do yes. But that is the thrill. Having control is the essential thrill, and the longer I keep him locked up the more powerful the feelings are for both Peter and I."
"So what next? Castration?" Sarah looked incredulously at her friend.
Fiona made a face at Sarah and smiled sardonically.
"I want to take this further Sarah. To introduce another element to my control of Peter. I want him to ask me to sleep with other men Sarah. There isn't any subtle way to put it. There, it is out now. Am I still a she devil?"
Sarah raised her eyebrows and looked across at Fi.
"Are you trying to destroy him Fi? I don't quite see what is driving this?"
"Absolutely not. I love Peter, and he adores me. So far we have found a way to increase my sexual pleasure and to give Peter a set of defined rules to enable that to be achieved. This gives him a huge thrill, and also scares him. The combination is electric. We are adults. He has a choice."
"Perhaps his love for you is the real prison cell Fi, not his chastity thingy."
