Karen's Seed (Part 3 of 4)
I spent the day doing some reading, watched some news programs on TV, and spent a lot of time thinking about my loins. I was really enjoying the bondage angle of this arrangement, even though it occurred to me that I could free myself from the device with a slice of a knife. I was willing to play along with this new development and explore this new frontier of sexuality.
I had dozed off in the chair when Karen called.
"Hi, bunny, what's up?" I asked.
"I wanted to.. to let you know ...that I... um...I got bogged down here for a while." She seemed to feeding me the bad news slowly.
"How long do you think you will be?" my voice rang with concern.
"Oh, we are waiting for a proof to come in. It will be sent to us at 1:00 o'clock. We need to look at it right away because it goes on the press tomorrow." her explanation dragged on. "I am going to go out to lunch with Brenda, and we will come back and proof it so we can get it to the printer."
This was far more detail than I wanted to hear.
"Are you going to be OK?" she asked with genuine concern.
"I just miss you, that's all." I said with my best hurt puppy voice.
"I know, I will be home as quick as I can. Be good." she mocked.
"Yea, OK," I said, "Love you a bunch."
"I love you too, but I gotta run, bye..." she said, her voice being replaced by the dial tone.
I started surfing the channels and got involved in a couple of movies, made a little dinner, and generally relaxed when I heard Karen's car in the driveway.
I went to the doorway and helped her with her coat.
"I really missed you." I said in a whimper, trying to heap on a little guilt.
"I know, but you don't look any worse off." she saw right through my little performance.
"Everything still safe?" she questioned as she patted the front of my pants.
"The barn door's closed and locked." I reported.
"Not that I don't believe you..." she said sliding my zipper down and checking the lock, "but I know you can be somewhat untrustworthy. I wouldn't want anything happening to my property."
"Never!!" I exclaimed.
"I expect a command performance tonight and you better be up to it." she said, as I hung her coat up in the closet.
I cannot ever remember her talking to me like that during the last 10 years of our marriage. This chastity thing was working both ways. Me, I am always thinking about sex, but she was usually much more reserved. Her talking about having sexual expectations for me was a whole new avenue for us.
The rest of the day was pretty much routine, dinner, TV and heading to bed at the appointed hour.
"David, I was wondering, I had to do quite a bit of walking today and my feet are really sore." she confided.
"I would be happy to rub them for you!" I hastily offered.
"That would be great, that's always so relaxing." she sighed.
"Let me get some oil and I will fix you right up." I said nearly running to the medicine closet.
It usually is a giant turn on for me to rub my wife's feet. She keeps them in very good condition, everything neatly trimmed and filed in order to keep from putting runs in her hose. As she relaxed on the bed, I placed a towel over my lap and began to rub baby oil on her feet and ankles.
"How does that feel?" I asked.
"Just wonderful!!" she responded in a dreamy voice. "I'll give you a week to stop that."
I continued to rub her feet, every once in a while reaching down to kiss and lick them. She is not too much into foot worship, but I can usually get away with a little bit of nibbling before she puts a stop to it.
"Why don't you lay down and let me do something for you." her voice sounding as smooth as silk.
I laid on my back and she began to kiss and nibble on my neck, and then headed down to my nipples.
"Boy, those came to life in a hurry!" she exclaimed. My nipples were firm and hard, and I was starting to become very excited. She continued to nibble on my nipples then her kissing attack slowly drifted South. I heard the click of the key in the lock, and felt the waistband of my device loosen, followed shortly by the sensation of the sheath being removed from my organ.
"Lay back and close your eyes." she ordered, as I felt an unusual sensation of friction against my growing member. I opened my eyes to sneak a peak, and she was stroking my rigid shaft with her oily feet.
"Eyes closed or I stop." she announced, stopping the motion instantly.
I closed my eyes tightly, and once again I felt the incredible sensation against my hardness.
"Let's pop into the bathroom and get this freshened up," she said
"I got it all messy."
She griped my slippery member tightly as she left the bed. I has no choice but to follow her into the bathroom.
She ran the sink full of warm water, and proceeded to soap up a rag. She very seductively washed the whole region down there, and while she had my rod good and soapy, gave me a dozen or so full strokes with her hand. My knees were starting to get weak and I started to get really fired up when she washed off every trace of soap, and dried the thing very carefully.
"There, nice and tidy." she reported as she sank to her knees and began to lick the end of my now pristine cock. "Boy, does that taste good."
"That really FEELS good too." I blurted out.
She began to slowly envelop my hardon in her warm mouth, while fondling my balls with a free hand. I was about to bust loose when she firmly grasped the root of my cock, bringing me back from the edge. I felt her sink to the floor, and I laid down on top of her. She was so wet that I entered her almost effortlessly, and I began to slowly move in and out, until I could sense that she was getting close herself. We kissed each other deeply as we simultaneously increased the tempo until we both shared a bone crushing orgasm that seemed to last forever.
"That is one HELL of a precious commodity!" she shrieked as we both came down to earth. We both laid there in a puddle of sweat and sex until we regained consciousness.
We gave each other a quick once-over with the warm washcloth and then fell into a single heap of spent flesh in the middle of the bed.
I awoke still clutching Karen in my arms. I woke her with light kisses on her cheeks and forehead, and finally lightly kissing her full on the lips.
"That's nice," she mumbled, "but I am going to HAVE to get up."
I hugged her tightly before allowing her to leave my side.
"Did you sleep well?" she inquired.
"Oh, yes- yes indeed." I replied.
"So did I." she added, "My feet are nice and soft, but my back is killing me!"
"Well, come the think of it," I admitted, "my knees are a little sore. I wonder how that happened?"
"I won't tell if you don't" she agreed. "I need to take a shower and get ready for work." she announced.
"Would you like some company?" I offered.
"NO!!!- much too distracting." she said with a degree of panic in her voice, "Why don't you go start some coffee?"
"OK- I can tell when I'm not wanted." I groaned heading toward the kitchen.
We spoke very little over breakfast, but our glances and smiles spoke volumes to one another. After eating a light breakfast, I headed in to take my shower while she applied her make-up. We met up with one another while getting dressed.
"Do you remember what you are supposed to do as soon as you come home?" her question came out of nowhere.
"Ah- well- I think so." I replied.
"Just remember, everything needs to be fully protected by the time 6:00 o'clock rolls around." she stated flatly. "I may have to work a little late so I'm counting on you."
"I think after last night that I am pretty safe, but a deal is a deal." I agreed.
"I will need to give you a couple of days to rest up, and then we will see about working up to another harvest," she reported. "I have been doing some research on this particular seed variety, and I have a couple of things that I want to try in order to boost production."
"Give it your best shot." I offered with a hint of reservation in my voice.
My day went along pretty much as normal, with the exception of the big grin that I carried around on my face. Nobody asked me the embarrassing question, "Why are you smiling, did you get a little last night?", but I know that everyone thought it. As the end of the day rolled around, I couldn't help thinking about the duty that lie ahead of me. I was having one of those flip-flop discussions in my head about why the notion of going home and strapping myself into the chastity belt appealed to me. It wasn't necessarily comfortable, and it was a true adjustment in my sexual freedom, but every time I thought about hearing the lock snap shut, I got excited. I guess it was a true gift of love, or at least that was the only excuse that I could make for it.
When I arrived home, I immediately went to the closet and brought out the device. I seemed to be drawn to it, and I slipped my stem into the circle of leather which would be it's home until my wife said otherwise. As I ran the free end of the waist strap through the buckle and adjusted the tightness, there came the moment of truth. I saw myself threading the shackle of the lock through the eyelet, took a deep breath, and pressed the lock together. The quiet click reverberated in my head as I felt a rush of emotion pulse up in my groin. "Well, I hope you're happy." I said aloud to no one in particular, all the time knowing that I was very happy indeed.
Karen came home as I was still examining myself in the mirror.
"Excellent!!" she praised, "But I need to make a security check."
She inspected the lock, and checked the waist belt for tightness.
"Everything looks OK." she announced, "That should protect the goods from poachers."
"You can poach me anytime." I offered.
"No, I'm sure you need to rest up." she rebuffed, a slight smile coming across her face.
Our evening consisted of a light supper, and some cuddling in front of the TV, enjoying one another's closeness.
As bed time rolled around, we took turns in the bathroom. She was already snuggled down in the covers when I came finished in the bathroom and came to bed. As I slipped between the sheets, she whispered,
"I sure enjoyed myself last night, but tonight was kind of special too."
"Thanks, same here." I said, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
As I rolled over to go to sleep, I felt her run her hand between my back and the waist strap of my device, testing it's tension. We both drifted off to sleep.
The next couple of days were a mixture of pleasure and torment as I adjusted to the agreement that I had made with Karen. I obediently returned from work every evening, and strapped myself into my belt, feeling the sensation of tension and excitement as the lock snapped closed. Karen would carefully check the device each evening, and would release me the next morning with the key that hung around her neck. By mid-week I found myself becoming much more excited about the prospect of a harvest, but Karen did not give any indication as to just when that might happen.
By the time Thursday evening rolled around, I was starting to get just a little bit tense. I started to dog her around, hugging and kissing her and trying to get her in the mood for play. "I'm a little tired this evening, but I can see you are starting to get a little frisky," she said as we prepared for bed. My heart leaped as she took the key from around her neck, but then she did something unexpected. She placed both her hands behind her back, hiding the key in one of them, and then brought her clenched hands around in front of me.
"Your choice!" she announced.
I carefully examined both hands, but there was nothing to indicate which hand contained the key. I was finally forced to blindly choose.
"Aw, too bad," she mocked as she presented me with the empty hand. She then opened up the other hand and replaced the key around her neck. "Now that's what I call bum luck."
"You are just wicked," I hissed.
"Me???" she said with disbelief, "Wicked???"
"Yes, Wicked!!" I emphasized the word wicked, while my shaft tried in vain to erect inside the leather sheath.
"You have yet to see wicked!" she warned, "Now to bed with you."
As I settled into bed, I leaned over and kissed her tenderly.
"I like my women wicked." I confided, and drifted off to sleep.
As I came home from work Friday evening, I started to get excited about the prospect of spending the weekend with Karen. I dutifully secured myself in the device, but the desire to stroke myself was becoming increasingly more intense. I quickly closed the lock before yielding to the temptation. As usual, after arriving home my wife would carefully check the security arrangements.
"I thought we would go out for a nice dinner," my wife said, "What do you think?"
"Fine with me." I replied.
"Let me change my clothes and we will leave." she said, taking off her blouse. As she removed her blouse, I noticed that the key that was usually hanging around her neck was missing.
"I hope you didn't loose the key." I stated with alarm.
"Not to worry," she assured, "it is quite safe." We dressed quickly and headed for the restaurant.
We had a nice dinner and a little wine and exchanged tales of our day at work. I did sense a little extra excitement not knowing where the key to my belt was, along with a fairly high level of excitement that was present anyway.
We returned home late and headed toward the bedroom to get ready for bed. My mind was running through all of the possible games that she could play, when she entered the bedroom and went straight to bed.
"Could you click out the light when you come to bed?" she asked with a yawn.
"Ahhh, have you given any thought to a little recreation?" I asked sheepishly.
"Not much at all, but if you would like to help me out, I would appreciate it." she said, rolling onto her back.
"What about me?" I whined.
"Not too much we are going to do for you." she announced to my horror, "you see, I left the key in my desk at work."
"How careless!" I announced indignantly.
"Not careless at all," she glanced at me with a stern look, "just wicked, and you said that you liked it when I was wicked."
My cock was surging against it's restraint as a feeling of torment washed over me.
After a moment, I burst out laughing. "Yes, I love it when you're wicked." I said as I smothered her with kisses.
She studied me carefully, "Now, what about that recreation you mentioned?"