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Click

Sat, 20 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Click! The front door popped open. “Hi Honey, it’s only me” my wife called.

Right at that moment, I knew I was in trouble. I started to struggle, but in my current predicament, I wasn’t going anywhere. Earlier that morning, after my wife, Emma, had left for her weekly walk and talk with her best friend from down the road, I had decided that the time was right for a little bit of self bondage.

Click 3: Turning the Tables

Sun, 07 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Click 2: Who’s Counting?)

Part 3: Turning the Tables

I woke up in pain. Just like every other day, my morning erection was the source of my discomfort. It pressed hard into the CB-6000 chastity device that had been my constant companion these past few months. My wife Emma had confined me inside it, both as a punishment and as a motivator.

I was being punished for being caught one time having sex on my own, while wearing women’s clothes and self-bound to the bed. I was being motivated to wait on her hand and foot, and to satisfy her daily sexual needs.

Click 2: Who’s Counting

Sat, 11 Apr 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Part 2: Who’s Counting.

“Richard? Is there anything I can do to help you? You seem a little distracted”.

One of the attractive young women who worked in my office was leaning over the cubicle wall with a concerned look on her face.

She wore a tight white blouse with a short navy skirt. Even from where she stood I could smell her fragrance. ‘There are plenty of things you could do,’ I thought. ‘But none of them are really suitable for office time’. I fantasised a lot about the girls who worked here. Rather than compete with each other in terms of sexy clothes or grooming, they seemed to naturally somehow fall into a similar look. The kind of look that you might see all around you, but never have for the taking. I winced at the thought.

Click

Sun, 05 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Click! The front door popped open. “Hi Honey, it’s only me” my wife called.

Click

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Click! The front door popped open. “Hi Honey, it’s only me” my wife called.

Click 2: Who's Counting?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Click)

Part 2: Who’s Counting?

“Richard? Is there anything I can do to help you? You seem a little distracted”.

One of the attractive young women who worked in my office was leaning over the cubicle wall with a concerned look on her face.

Click 3: Turning the Tables

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

continues from part two

Part 3: Turning the Tables