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MILES’S COUNSELING
ONE
My chastity tube hangs heavily between my legs. It resembles a water faucet, and looks a little odd. Gretchen used to have me in a plastic thing, but she felt that I was too disrespectful in having big erections…and the tube makes it quite cramped!
Really, it is. When I get a hard on, it's quickly contained, and I feel this unpleasant squeezing from the metal tube. It was tough enough when I was my wife Gretchen's chastity slave and just had to keep from jerking off, but now I'm in the position of suffering just because I get a little bit aroused.
And then of course it looks weird in my pants. Like I have a big hard on all the time. It's not a huge tube, but it's a little wedgy. I have to really stuff it into the toilet to pee, and there's no chance of me using the urinal. Sometimes all the stalls are full, and I can't use the urinal, and I nearly pee myself! And of course the old days of peeing in the back yard are utterly gone.
And I wake up at night with a huge pain in my dick because I've gotten a midnight erection. That's just horrible! It's incredibly painful and Gretchen often laughs to herself as I leave the bed to take a midnight cold shower to calm my disobedient dick down.
Last night, Gretchen tied me to a chair and removed this horrible faucet-like tube, and teased me for an hour with a piece of bacon grease soaked dental floss. She knows how to rub it just under the head of my cock, torturing and teasing the frenulum.
"You like that, Milesey" Gretchen asks, as she rubs my poor suffering, bloated dick further. "Wish it was my mouth around your penis, don't you? Forget that one."
It's been several months since I last got to masturbate, and she keeps me in a frenzy. Recently I found out she was grinding up Cialis, which is like Viagra, and dropping it in my coffee every couple of days. She never tells me when, so I spend a lot of time wondering "Am I extra-horny right now?"
Just pulling the tiny string baaack and forth, it's quite a lot of fun for her. And she wears the most engaging bikini underwear. She's lost a lot of weight in the last year, but the fullness around her boobs and butt is still there!
Gretchen ran a long tongue across her full lips and winked at me, and told me that I shouldn't hope to cum, but should learn to stop annoying her by giving the "eye" to young women when we're at the mall.
I have no idea what she's talking about! True, like other middle aged men, I look at cute young girls, but I'm about equally successful at attracting them as I was when I was young--zilch. And I try to be well behaved and respectful when I'm with my lovely wife. I really do!
But cute girls are everywhere! And they smile at me, and twitch their little asses, and then I sometimes think about sex, and then of course Gretchen notices my look, and she gets annoyed with me...even though she, of course sleeps with almost any man she meets.
It's true, that I fantasized about being a chastity slave, and a cuckold, but I really think she takes it a bit far. And I wonder why she gets so upset, just because I react like a normal man...it's really a shame.
TWO
Sometimes Gretchen would toy with my faucet tube, drumming her fingers on it, seeing if there was any impulse there, and giving me deep kisses. I do love her, despite her devilishness.
My balls seem to get so swollen around the edges of the tube, from the impending excitement. What is especially difficult is worshipping Gretchen's body, when she lets me, while wearing it.
Gretchen used to have a short pixie haircut, but it's grown out a bit, in long light brown tresses, and she's curvier than ever, even with the weight loss. I am not allowed to kiss her nipples, but sometimes she lets me lick the underside of her breasts, and I love worshipping her ass...it's so full and creamy!
"Gretchen" I've complained "Please let me take off the chastity tube while I'm worshipping you...it's horribly painful, and it distracts me from your soft body."
"You know I would, honey, but I'm afraid you'd run and jerk off" Gretchen always replies. "It's been way long since you last got to cum, so I feel safer having you locked up all the time. Except when I tease you, and then of course you're tied up and I can remove the tube. Just live with a little pain, like a good boy."
Once, she got so weary of my complaints about my painful penis, that she tied me up, removed the tube and whipped my poor willy until it was small, and then replaced the tube. "Now you've got a small penis that isn't straining against the metal, right?"
So I learned not to complain. Our housemate Tom is also Gretchen's occasional lover, and when he's in the bed with her, I often have to lick and suck his dick, and kiss his inner thighs, and fortunately, I suppose, my penis doesn't harden then. I am almost nauseous with disgust!
But I must lick Tom's "area" with the same amount of abandon as I do Gretchen's or she gets mad. She doesn't want Tom "neglected" Imagine! At one time Tom and I were running buddies, we used to chase broads together, and play poker, and watch football, but of course now the relationship has changed forever, because I'm just Gretchen's slave-bitch, so de facto, I'm also Tom's bitch.
He's seen me in full makeup and painted nails, and they've dropped me off in drag downtown, telling me to sell my ass and my mouth and bring home some money for them. Tom has also thrown darts at my bare ass when I'm bound, the same way he and I used to throw darts in bars (at the dart board).
The first time Gretchen had Tom whip my ass, I was absolutely mortified, but now I'm used to it. He goes over my chore list, and checks to see if there's a hair in the bathtub I've just scrubbed, and if there's any error, over his knee I go!
Thankfully, because Gretchen has loosened my anal cavity with larger and larger strap-ons, it doesn't hurt as much when Tom sodomizes me, and sometimes I actually think I have an anal orgasm, if such a thing exists.
But I'm so revolted by the whole thing. And I wonder if Tom isn't a little bit gay. He sure enjoys giving me a butt fucking. And then of course I have to lick the shit and cum off his dick, because he's so hygienic.
"That's one reason I don't kiss you much, baby" Gretchen told me recently. "I am worried that you might have little tapeworms in your mouth or something from rimming Tom's butt. But I encourage you to do it, after all, you have to have something that you're good at!"
And that is probably when I get kind of an attitude. I really understand that it's good for my training to sub to a man, perhaps, but I don't see why I should be punished by not getting to kiss my wife. And that gets me to the point where I'm reluctant to be with Tom and Gretchen together.
And this was when Gretchen decided that I needed counseling! The first counselor she took me to was a dominatrix called Viper. Viper is tall and has curly red hair, and is pretty and innocent looking and quite buxom--in the office when we went, she was wearing a bright blue halter top and a short skirt, and didn't look much like a counselor.
"I understand your problem, Gretchen. Miles is supposed to WANT to submit to your lovers, to relish it. But it seems like he's still trapped in his patriarchal roles." Viper said sadly.
"But I don't want to submit to Tom." I said. "I understand that Gretchen needed me to be shown what my role is as a submissive, but I feel like I'm not having that much fun in the kinky role-playing department. Do you think maybe we should take a break and go back to vanilla sex?"
Gretchen and Viper looked at each other and burst out laughing.
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