Karen's Seed (Part 2 of 4)
By the time I got the girdle off, I was about ready to wet myself. As my bladder drained, I thought about what I had just agreed too. Had I really just deeded all of my sperm over to Karen? I wonder how long that agreement was to last? I needed to piss so bad, there were some questions I had failed to ask while I was reviewing the contract. A feeling of exhilaration came over me knowing that the agreement was binding on both sides. Did Karen really say that she was going maintain me like some kind of sperm factory? Why was I so excited about this new development? Next came macho. Would a real man allow this to happen to him? I thought about welshing on our agreement. What was she going to do, take me to court? A blizzard of thoughts continued to bubble up, but all the while I thought about how exhilarating it was to know that I wouldn't be able to get any sexual satisfaction until my wife came home with the key. I thought about being locked up the rest of the weekend, and not knowing if she was going to choose to let me come or not. I looked down and saw my soldier standing at attention.
"What's going on in there?" Karen's voice boomed in from the other room.
"Just getting everything tucked back in." I said, making the decision that my body told me was the right one.
I pulled the girdle back up over my swollen shaft, and it disappeared under the heavy fabric. I laced the thing back up as best I could, and went back out to Karen.
"This is OK for right now," Karen said, tightening up the laces and then securing the whole apparatus again with the lock, "but it is impractical for long term use."
The words 'Long term use' rattled in my mind as my organ tried in vain to swell under the constricting garment.
"I think that we need to go shopping!" she announced.
Our shopping trip ended up at one of the local Harness and Leather stores. I always liked these places, as I loved the aroma of the stacks of raw leather. There were all of the brightwork pieces, conchos, beads, and other things needed for leatherworking. I had assumed that our being there was not for the purpose of making a purse, and Karen gave me a knowing smile.
"Do you know what you will need to produce a suitable security device?" she said in a low voice.
"I haven't done any leatherwork since I was in Boy Scouts," I reported, " but I think we can pick up a few items that may be of use."
I glanced around and picked up some buckles, rivets and rivet sets, eyelets and an eyelet tool, a leather knife, and some belt leather in a couple of different widths. I also got some linen thread and needles, and awl, and a couple of splits of leather that I thought would be large enough to provide ample coverage. A variety of metal rings and a leather punch rounded out our order.
"I will be inspecting your work very carefully when you are done," Karen whispered. "You have no idea how valuable the thing is that we are trying to protect and I expect a formidable level of security."
"It may take a couple of attempts, but I think we will be able to put something together." I said, working out a design in my head. I was working out all of the details of a chastity belt that would consist of a belt with a front shield and smaller straps running from between my legs and back up to the belt along my ass. The shield would have a place to to hold my cock pointing in a downward position, thus not allowing it to get hard. I thought that would provide a suitable level of frustration for any attempt to masturbate.
When we got home, I went right to work building our device while Karen worked up some supper. After an amount of cutting, fitting, riveting, and sewing, I had fabricated a crude device that I thought would do the trick.
I went to show the fruits of my efforts to Karen and she inspected it carefully. She eyed the details with intensity, testing the rivets for strength, checking over the sewing, and asking questions about the security arrangements of the device. The locking mechanism was simple but effective and involved placing her small padlock through the hole just on the other side of the buckle. I had carefully eyeleted all of the holes which would allow a padlock to be attached very securely.
"Time for a fashion show." Karen announced when she was satisfied with the device.
Karen helped me out of the panty girdle and watched me very carefully as I fitted on our latest creation.
After some last minute adjustments, I again heard the lock click shut. My cock was firmly restrained and directed back toward my asshole, and the waist strap was snug around my waist. The whole thing seemed like it would be quite effective in doing what needed to be done.
(YAWN) "I think it is about time for bed." Karen said as she headed for the bathroom.
When she appeared a few minutes later, she was wearing a very short nightie which revealed more than it covered. She slipped under the bedclothes and looked at me like a tiger would look at her prey. She still wore the key to my chastity belt around her neck, and she toyed with the key as she looked at me with an evil glint in her eye.
"You know, you really turned me on this morning when I came home and caught you playing with yourself. Do you do that often?"
"I used to," I said, jiggling the lock hanging from my belt, "but not any more."
"How would you like to come over here and do a little 'Under Cover' work." she cooed. "If you do a real good job for me, I may unlock you tomorrow and do a little harvesting."
"Tomorrow??" I whined.
"Yes, tomorrow. I don't know when the last time you did yourself, and I need to make sure that the seed is fully ripe." came the matter-of-fact answer.
The full weight of my situation hit me. I was disappointed by the fact that she was going to make me wait until tomorrow, but I was excited at the same time. I dimmed the lights, and dove under the covers and started kissing some of the soft skin that I found there. I started kissing her feet, then slowly, teasingly started up her legs. I would kiss, lick, and nibble her softness, as my trapped member tried to harden inside of the new device. I had done a very good job, because every attempt for him to stiffen was frustrated by the leather sheath that he was wrapped in. I had decided that I was going to make her suffer for this. If I couldn't come, I was going to take my own sweet time with her.
About this time, my kissing assault had made it up to her thighs. I surfaced from under the covers and began to kiss her neck and hair. Karen was becoming excited and her breath was coming in short gasps. I dropped the straps of her nightie off of her shoulder and exposed her beautiful breasts. I took my time laving my tongue over the soft mounds, and started to nibble on the hard little jewels on the top of those beautiful mountains. I took turns licking, sucking and tickling her breasts, and slowly my hand started to edge lower on her body.
My mouth started to move higher and spent some time kissing her on the neck. The chain holding the key to my device provided something for me to examine, and I followed it around looking for the illusive little key. I found the key lying on the bed, and kissed and nuzzled it.
"Never mind that," her soft voice said, "I have some lips up here that are in some serious need of kissing."
And kiss them I did. I nibbled around her lips, and sank my tongue into her beautiful mouth. In the meanwhile, my hand had reached headquarters and was starting to do some exploring of the folds of her very wet sex. I continued to tease her with my kisses and caresses, as she continued to become more and more aroused by my ministrations.
"I know what you are doing." she said, breathlessly.
"What do you mean?" I replied coyly.
"You are just teasing me, but if you don't get to work pretty soon, I may just stick this key in the mail and we won't see it again till the end of the week."
Her words caused a panic in the middle of my body. Man, did she ever know how to make a threat! I used my hands to lower her panties, and started to traverse her body with my mouth, this time in a downward direction. As I reached the center of her body, I adjusted myself so that I could maximize her pleasure. Still worried about her earlier threat, I used all of my best techniques and soon had her writhing with pleasure. A very intense orgasm washed over like a wave crashing in on the beach.
After she had settled down a little bit, I gave her a light kiss on the forehead and she looked at me and smiled brightly.
"You are just incredible!" she whispered, and then rolled over and went to sleep, clutching the key to my pleasure in the palm of her hand.
"Shit," I said under my breath, "what a day!"
Sleep came slowly as I reviewed the events of the day. The tightness around my waist was a continuous reminder of my predicament, and caused an almost constant attempt at arousal. The tireless watchman of my stem continued it's grip and prevented the happening of an erection. A curious pumping sensation resulted in the constant tug-of-war between my cock and the new device.
I did not find the arrangement painful, in fact the area soon become somewhat numb and sleep followed shortly thereafter. Dreams of Karen dressed in Black Leather, holding a riding crop and staring down at her bound captive filled me. I woke up to the a much more intense throbbing beneath the front shield of the belt. A quick trip to the bathroom soothed the problem. I had carefully designed the device to not interfere with normal body functions. Other than the fact that I had to sit and to pee like a woman, everything seemed to be working fine.
I returned to bed and slipped my body between the sheets.
"Everything OK?" Karen inquired.
"Oh, Yea, everything is fine. I'm just getting a little tense is all." I said with a sigh.
"That's good! It should make for a fine harvest!" she chuckled and went back to sleep.
I awoke early, got dressed and went out to start a nice Sunday breakfast. I was feeling quite loving and wanted to make Karen something special. I freshly ground some French Vanilla beans and shortly the fragrance of fresh coffee filled the kitchen. I prowled around in the refrigerator and pulled out some eggs, and found some other fresh ingredients.
"Omelets- that sounds good." I said to myself as I continued to rattle around in the kitchen. As I poured out some OJ, I spied some champagne in the back of the refrigerator. "Mimosas, that would slide down real nice." I thought as I added a little of the bubbly to each of the glasses of orange juice. About that time Karen appeared at the doorway.
"Hi there, glad you could make it." I said, firing the salvo shot of the day.
"You were making enough noise to wake the dead," she glared at the growing mess in the kitchen, "what ARE you doing."
"I thought I would make a nice breakfast," was my retort, "I think I have enough for two."
"I thought maybe that you were cooking for the whole neighborhood." she spoke as her eyes surveyed the preparations,
"Need any help?"
"I think everything is about ready," I gleefully observed, "let's eat in the Dining room."
We carried the feast into the Dining room, and engaged in small talk as we looked over the Sunday paper.
"What do you have to do today?" I asked Karen as she finished up her breakfast.
"I need to go into work for a couple of hours." came her reply. "Oh..." my voice trailed off.
"I suppose it will be safe for me to leave you home alone." she queried.
"Yes indeed, quite safe." I truthfully replied.
"I think that I should check the effected areas for any chafing." she said, giving me an evil look, "But first let me help you clean up from breakfast"
After a short while we had the dishes cleaned up and started the dishwasher running.
"Come with me, big fellow." her eyes sparkled as she spoke, "I need to check for any damage."
She escorted me into the bedroom after grabbing a couple of items out of the medicine cabinet. She produced her key, inserted it into the lock and freed my suffering member. After taking off the belt, she inspected the area carefully, causing a huge erection to spring from my midsection.
"I think I see a little redness here." she reported, "We will need a little first aid." She opened a bottle of baby lotion and started rubbing it on my throbbing unit.
"If you don't stop that, we are going to have an accident." I croaked.
"We had better not have an accident," her voice came full of venom, "You are not ready to harvest yet!"
She shifted her attention to my hairy little sack of jewels.
"There is a little chafing here also." she announced, rubbing the effected area with the heavy fluid. "You know, it would be a lot easier for me to inspect the facility if you kept better care of it." her words were velvety smooth. "The next time you shower, we need to take care of some of this vegetation."
"What do you mean!!" my voice betrayed my excitement.
"Shave." she said simply. "OK, all done, suit up."
"There is no way," I whined, "I'm hard as a rock. I will never get that monster into my device."
"I see what you mean, but I need to get dressed and I don't have time to wait for you to shrink." she said, pulling on her chin. She grabbed some stockings from her drawer.
"Hands above your head." she ordered, expertly tying my hands to the headboard. "Now think small while I go get dressed."
"Yea- right." I muttered as I struggled in vain against the clever restraint. "Damn, you're amazing!"
It seemed like an eternity when she returned fully dressed, makeup on and hair brushed. I had managed to get the big guy to shrink, and he lay limp against my leg.
"Good, I won't have to use these." she said, displaying a pan of water with ice cubes floating on the top, and a rag.
"Thank goodness." I sighed with relief.
She quickly inserted the now flexible lump of flesh back into it's holster, and tightened the belt around my waist. The lock clicked shut and I shot an inquisitive look at her.
"I suppose you want me to untie you?" she said in mock disbelief.
"If you wouldn't mind." I said sweetly.
"Only if you say please." she taunted.
"If you please untie me, I will give you a big kiss." I said, trying to enrich the deal.
"Certainly, that's the best offer I have had all day." she cooed as she worked the knots out of the soft material. True to my word, I gave her a big kiss, and started to explore her supple body when she twisted out of my grasp.
"Whoa pardner," she said as she slipped away " I don't have time to get into a clutch with you right now, maybe later."
"Maybe I won't be able to wait until later." I threatened.
"Oh, I don't see where you have too much choice," she parried, "See you in a little bit."
As the door slammed behind her, my hand shot to my waist and shook the lock. "Damn, damn, DAMN."