Karen's Seed Part 1

Karen's Seed (Part 1 of 4)

Chapter 1

My story begins on a dreary Saturday Morning. My wife has gone out to go to the hairdresser, leaving me with a few hours to myself. Karen and I have been married 15 years in June, and very happily married at that. Like all couples, our life had started out with very little money, so sex was one of our primary recreations. We had became quite creative, dabbling in a variety of diversions and perversions from one end of the sexual spectrum to the other. As our fortunes increased and our incomes rose, other interests and opportunities caused us to have less emphasis on sex, and more on the more mundane things such as work. We are both rather successful in our areas and make more than enough between the two of us to support us in a comfortable lifestyle. We had chosen early in our marriage to live child free, so we did not have the obligation of family rearing to deal with. Since my wife has became quite involved in her work, which can be rather stressful, she has not felt the urgency of regular sexual release. She has taken to going sometimes several weeks between desiring sexual pleasure. I, on the other hand, have a strong sexual desire, and I have taken to providing my own sexual relief. I am sure that she is aware that I do this, but it is something that we have never discussed. I have no desire to go out into the world and look for another partner, that sounds way two complicated. Mother Palm and her daughters will do quite nicely for me, thank you. There have been some times where I have relieved myself, and then my wife hunts me up later that day with desires of her own. I must admit, getting a little older and rounder around the belly, it takes a while to get the motor running after frigging myself earlier in the day. My wife is kind, but you can tell that she is a little disappointed.

Karen had told me that today she was going to get her hair cut, colored and have her nails done, so that would take her at least 3 hours. I noded as if dis-interested, but inside I was musing as to what I could do with 3 hours of un-interrupted time. As soon as she had left the driveway, I opened Noveltrove, my favorite erotic fiction website, on my tablet, pulled an old blue towel out of the dirty clothes, and got the jar of lubricant from the hall closet. With no need to hurry, I lubed up my rapidly firming soldier and began reading while I stroked him slowly. I had been doing a rather slow workup, and had read a couple of stories as I started to sense a familiar tingle in my lower region. My breath started to quicken as I began to massage with a little more urgency.

"Time for a little solo action, Huh", my wife's voice came from the open door.

"Ah, ahem, (cough), Aaaa.... Hi, what are you doing home???", I managed to croak as my heart was still stuck in my throat.

"My hairdresser was running a little late, so I told her I would come back at 1:00 o'clock. I thought we might have a little lunch," she said, eying my rapidly shrinking cock. "I should have known you would be busy!"

"Not at all," I said, toweling off the mess of lubricant between my legs.

"Why don't you get cleaned up while I make us a sandwich." she said as she left the doorway headed for the kitchen.

I was in a total panic as I went into the bathroom to clean up. What did she think? What will she do? Is she mad? Her actions in the doorway didn't supply any clues, and I felt like a little kid getting caught passing a note to the cute girl at school. What is going to happen next?

My heart was racing as I headed out to the dining room, where Karen had set out some sandwiches, chips, and some cookies. I could smell fresh coffee brewing, and there was a small glass of water in front of my plate at the table. That was somewhat odd, I thought. She appeared at the door with a single cup of coffee. After some small talk, she gave me a quizzical gaze.

"I was kind of hoping that I would be able to use you myself later. It looks like it was a good thing I came home when I did."

"I'm really sorry." I stammered, trying not to sound stupid but knowing that I was failing miserably.

"I really don't think so." she said with a stern look. " I see that we are going to have to make some changes before that surge of testosterone running through your veins really gets you in trouble." I could sense that she was being deliberately vague, and pressing her for details wouldn't probably be a very smart thing to do right now, so I returned to my lunch.

"Is there any more coffee?" I asked.

"Yes," came her reply, "but I don't think it would be wise for you to drink too much." A broad grin passed across her face as she knew she had me thoroughly confused.

After we finished up the meal, and I helped her with the dishes I went into the TV room and clicked on the tube.

"David, " Karen's voice came the back of the house, "would you come here a minute and help me get something out of the closet?"

I walked back to the bedroom and she had the closet door open and was moving around some boxes.

"I need you to get that box there," she said pointing to a box marked 'Wedding Dress'."

"Someone getting married?" I asked.

"No, silly," came her reply, "I'm looking for something for you."

There she was being vague again. She is a professional writer, and a very good one. She is very creative, quite devious, and can be really something to keep up with. I pulled the box off of the high shelf and placed it on the floor. She opened it up and started looking through the contents. She had everything that she had worn on her wedding day in that box. Her wedding dress, of course, plus her stockings, shoes, and undergarments.

"Do you have to pee?" she asked, pressing her finger into my bladder.

"Not really." I replied.

"You better try while you still can." she said, staring back into the box.

My mind was swimming as I walked into the bathroom and coaxed out a small stream. As I pulled up my pants, I looked around and saw her standing in the door holding what appeared to be a panty girdle. It was one of the lace-up kinds with heavy boning.

"Take those off," she said, indicating my pants, "I have something that I would like to have you try on."

"Whaaaat??" I managed to get out the question as I removed my pants.

"Here, try this on for size," she said, handing me the girdle, "and you will have to hurry because I am due back at the hair dresser in fifteen minutes."

"This is kind of kinky." I said as I pulled the girdle up on my masculine frame. Of course it was very tight and it took a lot of tugging to get it into place.

"Here, let me help you with the lacing." Karen kindly offered as she pulled the garment tightly across my middle. I could see her in the mirror as she laced the thing up the back, and when she got to the second eyelet from the top she tied a bow in the lacing, and then knotted the loops. My heart jumped as she pulled a small padlock from her pocket and run the shackle through the top two eyelets, and then run the loop of the lacing on the shackle before closing the lock. The click of the lock sounded like a car door slamming in my head.

"Comfortable?" she inquired.

"What is this?" my voice cracked when I asked the question.

"Just a little something to will make sure you don't go back to hammering your meat while I am at the beauty parlor." she replied, with a stern look.

"But you can't leave me like this!!!" I shot back, my voice full of panic.

"I'm sure you will be OK for the next couple of hours, now I need to run." she said over her shoulder as she headed out the door.

I was just standing there, my head reeling with the situation that I found myself in when her head popped back through the door.

"Could you be a dear and put that box back into the closet, and for heavens sake put on your pants." she said in a rapid fire voice.

"But-But...," I dribbled as I reached down to pick up my pants.

"Now you be REAL good while I'm gone." she said with a voice dripping with sarcasm, and then I heard the door slam.

"Damn." I muttered as I hefted the box back into the closet.


Chapter 2

It didn't take me too long to determine that her simple security procedure was quite effective indeed. After a few moments of surveying the situation, I reached back and checked the lock. Of course it held firm. I recognized the lock as the one that she used on her airline carry-on bag, and I went over and over in my mind where she kept the keys. I knew that she had one on her key-ring, but there was another one somewhere.

"Damn." I muttered as I remembered where the other one was. I told her that she should put it someplace safe, and she had put it in her desk at work. I tried to push the girdle down over my hips, but it was far to tight for that. The leg bands gripped my thighs like a vice, and slowly reality hit me that short of cutting the thing off, it was there until she unlocked it. As I went through a series of emotions, a rising wave of excitement grew from beneath the girdle. I looked down at the pulsing bulge and was amused with the fact that at least one part of me found this whole situation exciting.

I went into the TV room and turned on the tube, but I couldn't concentrate on what was happening on the small screen. In order to take my mind off of what was happening between my legs, I decided to try to curry a little favor with my very evil wife. I did a couple of loads of washing, vacuumed the house, watered the plants, by the time she walked through the door I was using cleanser on the kitchen sink.

I looked over at her and she looked radiant.

"I like your hair." I said.

"The hairdresser tried a little different style." she said, then she reached down and patted the bulge in my pants and said, "And how are you doing."

"Safe and secure." I smiled. I figured that I may try to play this thing out.

"I think we will just leave you like that. Of course you will have to let me know when you need to go to the bathroom." A smile crossed her face.

"I'm OK for right now," I said. "I am certainly glad that I did not drink too much for lunch or we might have had a wreck."

"Yea, I know. We need to figure out what to do about that." she shot back with mock concern. "Thanks for cleaning the place up. It is certainly amazing what you can accomplish when your not distracted." she said with a wink.

"Ouch" was the only reply that I could come up with.

She was obviously enjoying this little game, and I was becoming much more excited by the minute. It occurred to me that because we have so many distractions in our lives, that our sex life has been somewhat on auto-pilot. This little change brought our sex life front and center. We were still tap-dancing around trying to get a hold of our feelings, but having her in control certainly added an interesting dynamic.

"I need to do a little writing, and then we need to talk." Karen said with a serious tone.

"OK, I'll spend a little time reading," I said with a smirk, "there's not much left to do anyway.--Oh SHIT!!"

"What is it!" she said in alarm.

"I forgot the washing!" I said.

"You did WASHING too, my-my you have been busy." she said with a smile as I walked downstairs to put the clothes into the drier.


Chapter 3

I could hear the sound of Karen typing on the computer as I came back upstairs. I was starting to get a sensation in my bladder that I was going to have to go to the bathroom in a little bit, but in a strange way I did not want Karen to take off my restraint because I was afraid that might be the end of it. I decided to wait as long as I could before asking her to unlock me. In a strange way, I was becoming extremely excited with the whole thing and I was going over in my mind how we might be able to make this a permanent part of our relationship. How would I ask? What could I say? How could I ever explain my excitement to her? She would just think I was weird and drop the subject. I sat down in my chair and picked up a book to read, but my mind was far away.

My bladder became more insistent, and I walked into Karen's office just as she was printing out the document that she had been working on.

"I'm wondering if you could unlock me for just a bit so that I can take a leak?" I said, trying to leave the door open for her to lock me up again afterwards.

"Give me just a second while I finish this up and then we will have a talk. With your bladder in the shape it is in, I can be sure that I will have your full attention." she said with a smile. It occurred to me that she was actually liking this whole thing, and I was wondering where it might lead to from here.

"Let's go out to the kitchen table," she said, "I would like to have you look this over."

She grabbed the paper, and a pen from the desk drawer and lead me into the kitchen.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked sweetly.

"Not right now." I said with a certain edge in my voice. My teeth were floating as it was.

"I would like to have you read this over, and if you agree with it please sign it." she said, handing me the neatly printed document. "If there is something that we need to add, let me know. It will only take a few minutes to make changes."

A few minutes! My bladder could bust any second. I grabbed the document and my heart leapt into my throat for the second time today as I read the contents of the agreement.

Property Rights Agreement

This agreement has been entered into between David and Karen under full knowledge of both parties, and subscribed and signed by each party.

David agrees to deed all of his seed (sperm) to Karen such that all quantities of seed are her exclusive property and are to be used only as she directs. Karen agrees that she will provide whatever seed harvesting is required, or to direct such seed harvesting, in order to maintain the production facility to it's highest level of efficiency.

Karen has established a very high value for this seed, and due to the intrinsic value of this product, she has determined the need to provide a high level of security for this product. In order to provide the required level of security, Karen and David agree to the following security provisions:

Due to the potential conflict with job related activities, David will be responsible for security provisions of the seed on all working days, and while on job-related travel. This will generally mean that David will refrain from any seed harvest from 7:30 A.M. until 6:00 P.M. on work days. During periods of job-related travel when Karen is not present to provide security, David shall refrain from harvest on a continuous basis unless directed to make a harvest by Karen.

During all other times, including times between 6:00 P.M. and 7:30 A.M. the following morning on work days, 24 hours a day on weekends, holidays, vacations and other days during which David is not required to be at work, Karen will provide all of the security. Security in this sense will mean a constant physical barrier or other method of preventing unauthorized harvesting of seed by David or any other party.

Due to the fact that Karen is the sole owner of the property, harvesting of seed may be performed by her, or under her direction, at any time.

The bottom of the document had a place for two signatures, both his and Karen's, along with the date.

"What do you think?" Karen asked.

"I...Ah, Well... I'm stunned." I stammered, my responses clouded by my heart-pounding response to the agreement, and the increasing discomfort in my bladder.

"Are there any changes that we need to make?" she asked, seemingly enjoying my discomfort.

"It will work for me just as is. There are a couple of details that we will need to work out." I said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.

"Here's a pen, you can sign it and put the date there on the bottom." she said, the serious tone returning to her voice. I took the pen and signed the document, and dated it where she indicated. She took back the paper, affixed her name to the bottom and looked up at me.

"Are you going to need a copy, I could run up to the Copy Place...."

"That won't be necessary." I said quickly, cutting her off.

"I suppose you would like to borrow my key?" she grinned.

"Yes, I'm about to bust." I responded truthfully.

"Here, turn around." she said, bringing the key out from a chain hanging around her neck. She pulled up my shirt, removed the lock and untied the bow knot from the top of the girdle. "Come back when you are finished and I will help you get laced up again." she said while giving me a little pat on the rump, "I need to protect my property!!