My Chaste Pet/Hubby CHASTE - by Pet She glanced at the clock, 9 PM, and looked down at her husband on his knees next to her recliner. He was watching the television but it was obvious his attention was focused on her. He reacted to her glance by looking up at her to see if she wanted for anything and she smiled down at him, reaching out to caress his cheek. It was unusual for him to be up this late. Well not lately, she thought, not since the deal... 'How's the not smoking coming honey? She chatted sweetly. 'Fine. I didn't smoke all day...the patch really helps...' 'That's good. Get me another cup of coffee and clean my ashtray?' She responded. Of course, if he had smoked... Her TV show finished, she flicked off the sound with the remote and raising his face with a finger under his chin she asked, 'you seem to have something you want to ask?' 'Yes, Ma'am. Please...', he hesitated, 'please whip me Ma'am?' 'Whip you?' 'Yes, I'd love it if you'd whip me... please?' 'Is that what you really want? You don't seem that excited about it....' 'Please Ma'am' he voice grew panting & more eager sounding as he fell forward and began massaging her foot while he looked up with pleading eyes, 'Please, I need to be whipped by you, I want it so bad! Please?' She didn't respond right away, her mind drifting off to the time before the deal... and she thought how much more pleasant... and fun for her this was! 'Just whipped?' She teased in a sweet tone, 'Is that all?' 'No Ma'am, I want to be spanked and have you use your Spencer on my ass too. Please! Oh....I need it so bad, please?' She raised her eyebrow. 'And your hairbrush.. I love it when you put me across your lap and spank me with your hairbrush.' he added quickly 'I almost sensed some hesitancy there...' 'No Ma'am! I love being spanked with the hairbrush and whipped by you, you know how bad I want it, Please!' She leaned forward, raising his chin again in her hand, 'I'll tell you what. You go get my bath ready, strip and wait for me there and we'll see.' He thanked her and hurried off to the bathroom. She watched TV for a few more minutes while she noted him scurrying back and forth between the bathroom and her bedroom. Finally she shut the tube off and walked there herself. The tub was almost filled with nice, warm bubble bath and he knelt next to the toilet, naked. He had put out candles & incense and draped her short robe over a towel rack. A wash cloth, soap and a big fluffy, fresh towel rested on top of the toilet. She ignored him for a minute as she removed her clothes, dropping each item in his lap. When she was nude, she directed him to take her clothes to the hamper then return. When he got back, she was waiting, hands on hip. He kept his eyes down, looking at her feet as he knelt before her and again she raised his face to hers. 'Would you like to be my toilet tonight too you cheap slut?' 'Oh, yes! Please Ma'am, let me drink your wonderful piss!' he moaned. 'Head back and over the toilet then' she stepped aside to allow him to lean back so that his upturned face was over the ring of the toilet seat. Squatting over him, she began to pee into his open, seemingly eager mouth. Smiling, She paused a few times to allow him to swallow and then stepped back when she was complete. Pointing to her crotch, she said simply, ;'Clean me now.' He leaned forward and began licking the remaining droplets of pee from her until she turned away and got into the tub, settling back with a contented sigh. 'Bathe me as we talk about that whipping. Tell me again what it is you want again...' He begged & pleaded, telling her how hot the thought made him and how much he needed her cruelty... she really didn't hear all the words as with her eyes closed, she focused on the sensations of his hands on her as he washed and caressed her nakedness. She thought back again to the deal... The deal had been a simple one really. He had wanted for so long to be chastised and had finally come up with a belt that worked. One that he could wear long-term and that was quite secure. The only refinement in their lives was she not only kept the key to his belt, but the key to the workshop also. Screwdrivers, pliers, all the things he might use to release himself where now strictly verboten and kept in the workshop behind locked doors. Once he was secured, he had become supremely horny for her, begging her to let him remove the belt to fuck her or let him masturbate. She'd simply smile, pat his cheek and say no, 'and if you ask again, I will punish you & add even more time to your sentence in the belt. Think about a way to permanently attach the trainer to your belt for me, okay?' The original sentence they had agreed upon, she'd remind him, had been for thirty days. She knew he probably searched & searched for the key when she wasn't around and it amused her to no end how it must frustrate him not to find it... she had thrown in away the very first night. When the time came to remove the belt, she knew he could cut the lock with a hacksaw or break the chain with screwdrivers & she could get a new lock when the time came to return him to chastity after that. The next day he lowered his pants to show her the belt, the trainer permenantly attached to the chain between his ass cheeks with the help of some liquid steel. After that, he got a swift shock if he dared ask to be released or whined in any way. Her love tho, was corporal punishment. A love she fully intended to share with him and bring him to love as much as she, so the rules evolved as the days wore on and he became more and more eager to please her. 'Honey,' she said dreamily one morning as he tongued her ass, 'I'd really like to spank you everyday, but I want you to ask me to do it. I know what they say you about leading a horse to water and all, but what I want is for you to ask me every night for punishment. And I want it to sound very sincere & convincing, like what you want more than anything in the world is to be spanked and whipped by me, whether you do or not. If you don't ask or if you act pouty or insincere, I'll add another day to your sentence. One day for each day you don't ask. I may not be in the mood every night, but you'll ask any ways. The decision is mine after all.' He asked on the very first night, but as he hung by the wrists in the playroom and she flogged him, she pointed out he was far from sounding sincere... in fact he had sounded sarcastic as hell, so one more day in the belt! Some evenings she allowed him to beg & plead and then she'd send him away telling him she wasn't in the mood, but thanks for asking. In fact the first time she had, he earned another day by showing relief. 'I told you I wanted to see sincerity!' she growled as she whipped him with the crop later that evening, 'and that means you should be disappointed when I say no! If you act the part long enough, I'm convinced you'll become the hot little whip slut you really are!' To reinforce herself, she compounded his punishment with a half-hour stay in the garage... naked of course. Some nights she would be satisfied with a whipping or spanking, but she began to grow more creative and cruel as his sentence went on. One evening he found himself in the laundry room, in handcuffs & leg shackles, with his collar chained to an overhead pipe so he was forced to stand. A pile of dirty laundry lay at his feet. 'You've let the laundry pile up lately. I'll release you for bed when it's ALL washed and folded.' With that, she picked up a pair of her used panties, stuffed them into his mouth and strapped a ballgag over them. 'I'll be back to check on your progress regularly. Get going!' she called over her shoulder as she retired to the computer room. Return she did, each time bending him over the drier and spanking him, telling him to get a move on. Another evening found him with his hands cuffed behind him and scrubbing the kitchen floor with a brush in his teeth. She gave him no rest that evening either, coming by to poke him with her foot and spank his upturned ass to motivate him. The big butt plug as often locked to the chain which ran between his ass cheeks and other times, she'd suspend bathroom privileges, forcing him to use the backyard. She'd let him out and lock the door, forcing him to scratch at it like a dog to get back in. When she played this game, she'd often make him wait 10 or 15 minutes before opening the door again, leaving him shivering in the cold and sometimes rain, kneeling naked on the back porch, ever fearful a passing neighbor would see him. It was a few weeks and much more convincing beggings later that she informed him that she knew how much he wanted to stop smoking, so she intended to help him. Each cigarette after right now will cost you another day. He started to speak and she silenced him with a finger on his lips. 'No, don't thank me, I know, dear.' She placed a sheet of paper on the frig with his release date written on it. It had been crossed out and the next date written under it because of his insincere begging that first night he had begged for punishment. Several more times, the date had been crossed out and a new date added and when he got home one night and admitted to having a couple of cigarettes on the drive home, that date was crossed off and two more days added. He had a obvious, painful reminder every time he passed the frig of just how much longer he had to go before he gained release. She had already begun eagerly planning that night in her mind... he would be strapped down spread-eagle on the black satin sheets of the downstairs bed and she's remove the belt, then the fun would begin! After teasing him to the edge several times and using him for some orgasms of her own, she intended to chain his collar to the headboard and undo his hands and watch him jerk himself off... well almost. She wanted him right on the edge when she whipped his cock, used ben-gay on it and shoved a birthday candle into his urethra and lit it, letting the wax melt down around his cock as she slowly masturbated him. Maybe even a cigarette caress or two... She liked the irony of that torture, given his recent quitting smoking. Generally she planned on torturing the hell out of it until he begged for the hard protection of the belt again. Of course, she'd allow it, but point out that this time the sentence would be sixty days and while she'd allow him to kiss her good-bye in the morning and massage her back in the morning, any sexual contact with her was forbidden unless he begged for, and was granted her, permission. 'I tired of you mauling my breasts and drooling all over my pussy and ass, so you'll ask permission from now on... except my feet hon. I know how much you like to worship them and look up at the woman you adore, so you can kiss and lick them anytime you want... you can get a great view from there of what you're missing, don't you think? Maybe you should beg me each night to lick my pussy and ass too..hmmm..I have a deal for you...' She smiled. [ Back to chastity fiction page ] Page last updated 99-Feb-08 by: Altairboy@aol.com