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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you may be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete the file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!


Hopelessly Helpless


By

Nessus

CB FD

(Part 1)
"I had an interesting conversation last month," my wife Jenny said as she 
languidly slid her hand up and down my hard cock. I was in an awkward 
position, tied spreadeagled and naked to the bed with a strange gag in my 
mouth.

I had been pleasantly surprised when, after all these years of my trying to 
persuade her to try different things, Jenny suggested that we play some 
games. Even though I was disappointed when she suggested that she tie me up, 
I decided to go along so I would get the opportunity next time.

Jenny had hummed to herself as she handcuffed my wrists to the bed-head and 
then tied my ankles to the foot rail. Even though I wondered where she got 
the handcuffs from, I smiled up at her, my cock growing hard as she sat on 
the bed next to me. "When are you going to take your clothes off?" I asked 
cheekily as she rummaged in a carry bag she placed on the bed next to her.

"You know, Ray," she said as she calmly slid a red ball gag into my mouth, 
"you talk too much sometimes." I protested with muffled sounds but she 
ignored me as she buckled the gag tight, her sweet perfume filling my 
nostrils as she leaned over me. "Better," Jenny said, a small smile on her 
face as she watched me try to talk.

"Cute," she said, walking to the bathroom and returning with a towel and 
electric clippers. Her cool hand gripped my testicles and I grunted into the 
gag as she tugged on them. "Lift up," she said and slid the towel under me 
as I did, my hard cock wobbling in front of her. "Looks like you're enjoying 
this," she smiled.

Jenny started humming again as she used the clippers to trim my pubic hair 
then, horrified, I watched as she lathered my groin up and used the razor to 
shave me bald. "Don't move,' she warned as I felt the razor move over my 
balls as my cock twitched. Every now and again, she would graze the knuckles 
of her fingers up and down the sensitive underside of my cock, driving me 
insane with lust.

Finally, she was finished and after she wiped me dry with the towel, I 
gasped in embarrassment, as my rigid cock stood exposed in my denuded groin. 
"Good," she said with satisfaction as she studied it. "You look more naked 
like that somehow. Also makes it look bigger and you can use a little help 
in that department," Jenny said as she walked out of the room.

My eyes widened when I saw she had the digital camera with her when she came 
back and I tried to protest through the gag. "Smile, dear," she cooed and 
the camera flashed. I was even more humiliated when she placed a wooden 
ruler on a stand next to my cock so the measurement could clearly be seen in 
the photo, placed a piece of white paper against my balls and the camera 
flashed again. I felt so humiliated as the evidence of my smaller than 
average cock was captured and, although I didn't know what was written on 
the piece of paper, I guessed it wasn't complimentary.

She was gone for a longer period this time and I guessed she was down 
loading the photos onto her computer. When she returned she sat on the bed, 
the nylon of her pantyhose rasped as she demurely crossed her legs and 
started slowly jerking me off.

"I had an interesting conversation last month," Jenny said as she languidly 
slid her hand up and down my hard cock and I groaned in frustration. "An 
interesting little talk with Carol." My eyes flew open in shock and she 
smiled down at me, her fingers gripping my cock. "Would you like to cum, 
sweetie?" she asked softly and I nodded urgently. "I don't think so, not for 
a long while," Jenny said, smiling coldly at me and my heart sank as she let 
go of my cock.

I watched in shock as she calmly lit a cigarette. Jenny hated smoking in the 
house and yet here she was calmly smoking in the bedroom while I strained at 
my bonds. "Of course, you remember Carol from the tennis club?" Jenny said, 
blowing smoke towards me. "You always comment on how great she looks in her 
tennis skirt and how I should wear a skirt instead of shorts. You do 
remember, darling?" she said icily, peering down at me and I reluctantly 
nodded, my jaws staring to ache from the ball-gag.

Remember, of course I remembered and I was becoming very worried. Jenny and 
I live in a small suburban town about ten miles from the city, and play 
competition tennis at the local tennis club. Once a month during the long 
summer months, the club hosts a social night where all members play mixed 
doubles and enjoy a few drinks. As the social night is usually on a Friday 
night, everyone is pretty relaxed.

"Well, last month, Carol confessed to me about the two of you." I tried to 
deny what was coming but the gag muffled me and Jenny smiled coldly at me. 
"Apparently, Ray, it all happened at the Social Tennis Night? You and Carol 
out the back in the storage room while I was inside with all the others, how 
sweet for both of you." I struggled with the handcuffs, my hard cock 
wobbling from the exertion and tried to talk through the gag. "Carol told me 
you kissed her and then groped her, slid those sleazy little hands of hers 
up her tennis skirt. Typical! Apparently, she had to jerk you off to stop 
you from raping her in your drunken mood."

Desperately, I tried to yell through the gag while she calmly watched me, 
smoking. "No point protesting, dear. I think I believe her rather than you. 
At least Carol had the decency to own up. So you got a little hand-job from 
her while I sat with those boring old farts from the Committee. Must have 
been tremendous fun for you, dear," Jenny said coldly, her eyes glittering.

I remembered how Carol had quickly unzipped me, taken control and smoothly 
and effectively jerked me off in the storage room when we were returning the 
nets. It had been a strange and vaguely unsettling experience.

"Although, Carol said you came rather quickly and it wasn't much fun for 
her." I blushed at that and she laughed bitterly as she stubbed her 
cigarette out in the ashtray. "Anyway Carol and I have become friends and 
she's helped me with a little something," she said as she rummaged in the 
bag. "You know she works in industrial design in the city? She knew someone 
who made these wonderful little gadgets and she got one for me. Well, for 
you, actually," Jenny laughed, holding up a strange looking metal tube.

"I'm afraid I don't want you to see how I fit this so this has to go on." 
Jenny slipped a sleep-mask over my eyes and let the elastic snap against the 
back of my head so I was effectively in darkness. "You see, Ray, I got to 
thinking. If you did that with Carol while I was so close, what would you do 
when you are on your own? Just how many times have you cheated on me?" I 
screamed into the gag and she smiled at the gurgling sounds I made. "Carol 
is a dear," Jenny said, "and much more worldly than me so she told me how to 
get it this on. I'll be right back so don't go anywhere," she giggled and I 
heard her walk out of the room.

I heard her return, rustling noises and then I yelled into the gag when she 
pressed something cold against my balls. Guessing it was an ice pack, I 
tried to move away but she was relentless and pressed it against my groin. 
"There it goes," she cooed. "Shrinking all ready, down, down, down." I heard 
her laugh and I flushed in embarrassment. A moment later, I felt her fingers 
thread my cock through something and then an ominous click. I heard a slight 
noise of metal against metal and then I felt her hands move away.

The sleep mask was pulled off and I stared down at my cock, now encircled in 
a shining metal tube. With a sinking heart, I knew it would be impossible to 
get hard in that device.

"Cute, isn't it?" Jenny laughed as I stared at her in horror. "This is the 
key," she said, holding up a small metal key, "and this is the tiny 
screwdriver for the three screws next to the keyhole. I know you can't see 
those screws without getting your face down to your balls but listen 
carefully to me, Ray," Jenny smiled down at me. "Once the key is in the 
keyhole, the screws can be loosened to take the tube off so your cute little 
cock can get hard. But," she said, smiling coldly at me, "there is a trick. 
The screws must be unlocked in the correct order. If not, I am assured they 
will fuse into the holes and your cock will be locked up forever. I'm told 
the only way to get the tube off is to drill the screws out or cut the 
metal. Rather nasty, I would imagine."

I screamed into the gag and struggled with the handcuffs as Jenny, still 
smiling, calmly placed the key and the tiny screwdriver on the dressing 
table. "I'm going out and you may want to experiment while I'm gone." Jenny 
inspected her face in the mirror while she spoke. "Fundamentally, our 
marriage as it was is over. If you agree, pack your things and don't be here 
when I come back. We'll start the divorce proceedings and when everything is 
satisfactory, I'll tell you the correct order for the screws. Let's hope we 
can settle the divorce quickly, darling," she smiled and pursed her lips to 
apply lipstick.

I watched her in shock, my heart pounding and I felt sick to my stomach. 
Jenny put the lipstick down and used a key to unlock the handcuff on my left 
hand. "If you are still here when I return, I will assume you want to stay 
married and want to change. Our marriage can not go on as it was." She 
dropped the handcuff keys on my naked chest and paused at the door. "Of 
course, you can experiment with the screws. What did Clint Eastwood say in 
that dreadful movie? Do you feel lucky, punk?" Jenny laughed and she was 
still laughing as I heard her walk out the front door. A moment later, her 
car started up and she drove away.

It was a relief to get the gag out of my mouth and then I spent a solid half 
an hour inspecting the device. My heart sank as I realised an erection would 
be impossible and I would have to pee sitting down as my cock was held 
firmly in a downwards position over my balls.

The screws were tiny and my fingers trembled as I picked up the screwdriver. 
Was she joking? Would it be locked permanently if I made a mistake? Sighing, 
I placed the screwdriver down on the dressing table, as I knew I could not 
take the risk.

I slipped my robe on and suddenly froze as another thought occurred to me. 
What if she was lying and there was no way to get it off? No, she wouldn't 
do that I thought as I shakily sat down on the bed but I was in deep shit 
either way. If I left, Jenny would screw me over in the divorce and I would 
let her, as she would bargain hard, knowing I would eventually give in to 
get this thing off my dick. Of course, no guarantee she would give me the 
right directions and I could still end up with this chastity tube 
permanently on my poor cock.

After a while I realised I would have to stay, wait until Jenny took it off 
and then make my move. It was my only choice, I thought as I walked into the 
den to get a drink. The computer was on and I gaped in horror at the 
photograph that filled the screen. It was me, naked and bound on the bed 
with the red gag shining in my mouth. My cock stood rigid in my bald crotch 
with the ruler next to it showing my length as just five inches. Blushing, I 
leaned forward to see what was written on the piece of paper between my 
outstretched legs. `Still Small when he's hard!!'

Angrily, I snapped the PC off and poured a drink. Jenny was deliberately 
trying to make me mad and humiliated, probably so I would try to use the 
screwdriver to get out of this thing or storm out of the house. Well, it 
wasn't going to work. As I sat down on the sofa, my eyes fell on a magazine, 
open at lingerie ads and my cock stirred, causing me to grimace in pain. The 
bitch, I angrily thought as I slammed the magazine shut.

I must have dozed after a while and woke up suddenly when I heard Jenny's 
car pull into the garage. "So," she said from the doorway, "you're still 
here. A real man would have packed up and left," she sneered. "Carol was 
right, you are a wimp!"

"Jenny," I began but she silenced me with a wave of her hand.

"Don't bother!" she snapped and I looked at her in surprise. Jenny looked 
around the room and smiled when she noticed the dark computer screen. 
"Didn't like the picture? Shame, I thought it was appropriate." I opened my 
mouth to retort but shut it quickly when she glared at me. "I'm too angry to 
talk now, we'll talk in the morning! I'm having a bath and while I'm in 
there you can get your things out of my room! You can sleep in here from now 
on," she said as she turned away, leaving me alone in the den.

(Part 2)
I woke groggily with my cock in pain as it struggled to reach its morning 
erection in the cock tube. Rushing to the guest bathroom, I sat and sighed 
in relief as I peed into the bowl, my mind in turmoil as I tried to come to 
grips with the events of the previous night.

After shaving, showering and dressing for work, I made some coffee and sat 
miserably in the kitchen, sipping strong coffee until Jenny strolled in. She 
was dressed for work in a red business suit, her thick dark hair swept back 
and her full breasts swelling in a black silk blouse. My cock twisted in its 
metal embrace.

She poured herself a cup and sat down, her dark eyes coldly examining me. I 
opened my mouth to speak but she cut me off. "Don't," she said simply and I 
snapped my mouth shut. "I'm not so angry now so I'll give it to you 
straight. I am tired of your laziness, your gambling and your womanising. 
It's over."

"But, Jenny," I whined. "I never....."

"Stop your lying, Ray," she snapped. "It's a total waste of time. You 
gambled away your Christmas bonus and I was hoping to use that to see my 
mother. You do nothing around here and, well, we know about your womanising. 
So, stop fucking lying!"

I gaped at her in shock as Jenny never swore and here she was calmly sipping 
her coffee and using four letter words! "Jenny," I said in my sincerest 
voice. "You know I love you and things haven't been that bad," I added, 
flashing her my best sales smile.

"Haven't they?" Jenny watched me without expression. "How long have we been 
married, Ray?"

Was this a trick question? "About two years?" I answered.

"Close enough. In that those two years we would have had sex, what a 
hundred, hundred and fifty, two hundred times? Give or take a few." I nodded 
cautiously. "How many orgasms would you have had, Ray?" Jenny held her hand 
up. "Don't bother answering, we'll say it was the same number, ok? "I nodded 
again and she stared coldly at me. "How many orgasms would you say I had?"

"Ah, about the same number?" I answered hopefully, squirming under her cold 
gaze.

"Wrong Ray!" she snapped. "None! I've had none!"

"But," I stammered, "all those times that you, you know," I tailed off as 
she smiled bitterly at me.

"I faked them Ray so you wouldn't feel inadequate because I thought I loved 
you. If it wasn't for my trusty Silver Bullet I would have gone crazy. I 
used to wait until you were snoring and would slip away to finish the job 
and you didn't even know, didn't even want to know if I was satisfied. You 
are a selfish prick, Ray."

"But, Jenny," I whined. "How was I to know?"

"You are pathetic. Listen to me, you start to work hard at this 
relationship, start to make me happy or we get divorced. Divorce Ray, might 
be a lot easier for you. Do you want to reconsider, pack your bags and leave 
now?"

I shook my head. "I want to stay with you," I mumbled. Until I get this 
thing off I thought. Jenny stared at me thoughtfully and crossed her legs 
causing my cock to swell. I cleared my throat. "Jenny, when will you take 
this thing off me?" I asked softly, head down and she laughed.

"When I decide. I'll leave the key and the screwdriver on the dressing table 
and you can try it anytime you like. You like to gamble, Ray," she said 
mockingly, "now you can gamble with your cock instead of our money!"

"But, it hurts," I mumbled.

"Good," she said, standing. "Every time you nag me about it, you will be 
extending your time in it. You see, Ray, it's all in your hands. Make me 
happy without complaining and I just might take it off. Or you can choose to 
try to take it off with out me. You control this situation, not me."

"Did you mean it when you said if I get it wrong, it will be permanent?" I 
asked plaintively.

"What do you think?" I looked up at her glittering eyes and looked away. 
"Good," Jenny laughed, "you understand." She paused at the door, a cruel 
smile on her face. "I wouldn't start thinking any sexy thoughts, dear. Carol 
tells me that thing can become quite painful."

Angrily, I drove to the Porsche dealership where I worked. There were no 
customers to sell to so I sat in my cubicle and telephoned a customer who 
ran the research division of a large software company in the city. He lived 
near by and both he and his wife played tennis at the club.

"Hi Ed," I said brightly when he answered.

"I'm not ready to trade up, Ray," he said. "I told you that at the tennis 
club."

"I know Ed," I said, trying to sound hurt. "I'm not calling about the new 
Porsche."

"What are you calling for then," he asked cautiously.

"Well," I said lowering my voice, "a mathematical problem."

"Mathematics? You?" Ed laughed.

"It's a company competition," I lied. "Some work questions and some 
brainteasers. I need help on one."

"What sort of brainteaser?" Ed asked and I could tell he was interested.

"There are three screws in a Porsche engine and they have to be removed in a 
specific order."

"Why?"

"They just do, ok?"

"Sound stupid to me."

"It's just a brainteaser, Ed," I whispered down the phone as Andy, the 
dealership owner was wandering through the gleaming cars on the showroom 
floor. "We have to estimate the number of possible combinations and I say 
there are six. Am I right?"

"Well, you have been thinking, Ray," Ed laughed. "No customers down at the 
dealership, planning to do the crossword next?" I waited, heart pounding. 
"Well, Ray, it could be six or it could be six hundred, probably more."

"Six hundred?"

"It depends on the process of removal. Does each screw have to be totally 
removed before the next in order is removed and so on? Or does each screw 
have to be partially removed in order? Is there a certain order to loosen 
all screws to a particular stage and then a new order? The clue has to be in 
the question, read it to me, Ray."

"Ah, I don't have it," I lied quickly. "I left it at home."

"Pity. Get Jenny to help you, she's a smart lady. Got to go, Ray. See you at 
tennis."

I put the phone down and stared miserably out at the cars, feeling sick to 
my stomach. It was going to be impossible to take the dammed thing off 
without help from Jenny and I was trapped.

A low groan escaped me when I saw Debbie, Andy's secretary, strutting 
towards my cubicle. Debbie was young, blonde and sexy with legs to die for 
that tantalised every male in her ever-changing series of short skirts. Any 
other time I would have enjoyed flirting with her but not with my cock in 
this vice-like device.

She sat down in the chair opposite my desk and crossed her long legs, 
drawing my eyes to her nylon-covered thighs. "Good morning, Ray," she 
drawled, a half smile on her face as she knew I was sneaking glances at her 
thighs. After all, she knew all men did no matter how they tried to cover 
it.

"Ah, hi Debbie," I mumbled.  "I'm pretty busy," I said, head down and 
shuffling some useless papers while my cock pulsed in its prison.

"To busy for me, Ray? You don't usually say that." She leaned forward, her 
eyes narrowing. "Did Andy say anything to you?"

"No, why?" I asked, surprised.

Debbie leaned back and uncrossed her legs and crossed them again slowly, 
smiling as my eyes followed the movement. Of course, she didn't know what it 
was doing to me but, then again I suddenly thought, maybe she did? Did Jenny 
tell her?

"Oh, he just accused me of flirting with you. Do you think I flirt with you, 
Ray?" she asked coyly and my cock tried to get hard.

"No, of course not," I lied. Everyone knew she was a constant flirt and that 
she was sleeping with Andy, everyone except Andy's wife, of course. My eyes 
fell back to her thighs and my cock flexed uselessly.

"What's the matter, Ray?" Debbie asked. "You got a headache or something?"

"Bit hung over," I lied, searching her eyes for a clue but she appeared to 
be the same old Debbie. "Jenny and I drank a little too much wine last 
night, that's all.

Debbie uncoiled her legs and slowly stood up. "Give my love to Jenny. See 
you around, Ray," she said and undulated back to Andy's office. The image of 
her on her knees sucking Andy appeared unbidden in my imagination and I 
groaned audibly at the pain in my cock.

I had feeling I was in for a long and frustrating day.

(Part 3)
It was a beautiful summer's day but I really didn't notice. I was so horny 
when I drove home I nearly swerved off the road when a woman in a short 
skirt bent over to place parcels in her parked car. My cock pounded and I 
realised I had never gone more than a day without reaching orgasm in some 
shape or form. How long could I last in this situation and would this 
increasing frustration and constant desire drive me to a desperate gamble 
with that key lying on the dressing table?

What did Jenny say? `Make me happy without complaining and I just might take 
it off', were the words so I did what any other man would have done in this 
situation; I bought flowers. While waiting for her to come home I tidied the 
house up, put some music on the stereo and made some cocktails. She smiled 
when I gave her the bunch of flowers and handed her a martini.

"They're beautiful," Jenny said, smelling the flowers. "Here," she said, 
handing the bunch back to me, "put them in a vase." While I did so she 
reclined on the sofa sipping her cocktail and I found myself sneaking 
glances at her crossed legs in sheer black nylon. I think she noticed 
because she had a sly smile on her face as she pretended to flick through a 
magazine.

I showed her the flower filled vase as I placed it on the coffee table and 
she nodded approval. "Excellent. Now," she said, leaning back and smiling, 
"what's for dinner?"

I thought furiously and then smiled at her. "I thought we could go out for 
dinner?

Jenny stood up and stretched slightly. "No, I don't think so. I'm going to 
have a long bath and I'll eat after that. Surprise me but pasta would be 
nice."

Stunned, I watched her go and then slowly dragged myself to the kitchen. 
There was no problem with cooking as I had learnt the basics in my wild 
bachelor days, it was just that I hated it and, more importantly, it was 
women's work.

The kitchen ended up in a mess but I finally prepared the meal. It was a 
basic pasta and salad but I did it and had a bottle of wine open when Jenny 
finally sauntered in, wrapped in her white fluffy robe, towelling her hair. 
Without a word she sat down and sipped her wine so I scrambled into the 
chair opposite her, waiting apprehensively for her to taste the food. "Hmm, 
not bad," she said as she thoughtfully chewed a fork full and I felt 
strangely proud.

Jenny talked for the entire meal about her day, her work and her friends 
while I listened patiently. Not once did she ask about my day or how I was 
feeling and there was certainly no reference to the fiendish device that 
held my cock in its unrelenting grip.

When the meal was over, Jenny took her glass of wine and sat on the sofa, 
eyes closed while she listened to the stereo playing in the background. I 
was about to sit beside her when she opened her eyes and stared at me. "Is 
the kitchen going to clean itself?" Jenny coldly asked.

"No," I mumbled. "I'll do it."  It took a while, scraping plates, stacking 
the dishwasher and scrubbing down the benches but I thought it would pass 
inspection. She was still seated on the sofa, eyes closed and cradling her 
glass of wine in her hand when I sat beside her.

Opening her eyes, she smiled at me. "A nice meal, Ray. Well done." I smiled 
in return and she patted me on the thigh. "I'm so tense from work," she 
said.  "A shoulder rub would be nice." She turned slightly on the sofa and I 
started rubbing her shoulders and neck through her robe. The contact with 
her warm body went straight to my poor cock and I grimaced as I rubbed but 
she didn't see it.

After a while, Jenny drew away and sat back on the sofa with her eyes 
closed. The lights were low and the soft music playing gave the room a soft 
romantic feel so I wasn't surprised when she pulled my face to hers and 
kissed me. Her lips were warm and soft, delicate caresses over mine and, 
suddenly, her tongue thrust into my mouth as she seemed to take control.

We kissed for about ten minutes like necking teenagers while my cock 
squirmed and pulsed. Normally, I would have automatically started to feel 
her up and quickly fuck her but because of the chastity tube I was at a loss 
as to what I could do next. I also felt Jenny had taken control of the 
situation and I was careful to follow her lead as the last thing I wanted to 
do was to get her angry with me.

Her robe opened slightly and Jenny guided my lips to her breasts so I softly 
kissed them as she lay back, eyes closed. Suddenly, she sat up and casually 
undid her robe. "I think it's about time I started to catch up," she smiled 
and I looked at her quizzically. "Orgasms, darling. The score is two hundred 
to nil." Jenny giggled softly, parted her legs and my eyes fell to the dark 
hair of her groin. Her hand guided my face downwards and I tentatively 
kissed her pubic area. Jenny pushed me further down and I found myself 
automatically falling to my knees in front of her open legs, her pussy 
glistening before me.

I began licking and kissing her pussy and was gratified to hear her soft 
moans above me as her hand pulled my face closer and closer into her crotch 
while my cock pounded futilely in its tube. I was no expert as, frankly, I 
usually found this form of oral sex distasteful so I wasn't surprised when I 
heard whispered instructions and followed her finger as it indicated where I 
should lick and kiss.

The moans and groans were becoming louder, her juices wet on my face and her 
grip on my head stronger. My jaw ached, my tongue strained in its action and 
I followed her directions for an endless time. Soon, her thighs closed on my 
face and Jenny moaned loudly as she reached the peak and rushed to orgasm. I 
felt like a fool because I could now see how obviously faked her previous 
so-called orgasms were.

I kept kissing her wet pussy until she let my head go and I looked up to see 
her smiling down at me. "Now two hundred to one," Jenny said and I weakly 
smiled up at her as her finger stroked my lips. "Your face is all wet, 
darling. It's so cute." My cock was pulsing as I looked up at her, hoping 
Jenny would take pity on me but she stood, closed her robe and nodded down 
at me. "I'm going to bed to read for a while. I think I'd like some fruit 
with my coffee in the morning. Good night Ray."

My knees creaked as I struggled to my feet and I groaned as I collapsed on 
the sofa, filled with frustration and my need for relief inescapable. I knew 
I would have to find some boring documentary on the National Geographic 
channel to help me take my mind off my arousal so I could drift off to sleep 
in my lonely den.

(Part 4)
As before, the pain in my cock woke me up but it was joined by a new 
sensation, the irritating itching in my groin as my pubic hair was starting 
to grow back in. I was miserable as I got ready, made the coffee and sliced 
the fresh fruit. Life used to be so predictable but now it was reversed and 
strange. Jenny had changed dramatically over night, there was an edge to her 
I hadn't seen before and her eyes appeared to look into my very soul.

Jenny arrived for breakfast dressed for work in a sleeveless cream sundress, 
her hair loose and a simple gold clasp around her tanned throat. The nylon 
of her pantyhose rasped as she sat and my cock squirmed, my eyes fixed to 
her long legs.

"Looking at something, darling?" she smiled at me over the rim of her glass 
of orange juice, her eyes glinting.

"Ah, nothing," I said as I busied myself with plates.

"You were looking at my legs, Ray," Jenny said, a faint smile lingering on 
her face. "Do you like them?" Jenny stretched her legs out and I stared at 
them, my throat dry. "Come a little closer, darling," she said, "and take a 
look." I shuffled over and stared down, her nylon covered thighs hypnotising 
me. "Perhaps if you got closer?" Jenny murmured and I found myself leaning 
down. "Kneel, Ray," she whispered and I knelt on the kitchen floor in front 
of my wife, staring at her long legs.

Her legs were together at the knees and although my eyes wandered from her 
high heel shoes to her thighs, they fastened firmly on her knees while my 
cock pounded uselessly in its metal prison. I was so aroused I had lost 
control, my heart thumping and I licked my dry lips when I saw her knees 
start to part.

"You were on your knees between my legs last night, Ray," Jenny murmured. 
"Do you want to again?"
I nodded furiously as her knees parted wider and I had a glimpse of white 
under the nylon mesh. "I can't hear you, Ray?" she prodded.

"Yes," I croaked. "Please." My cock was burning in frustration and I gaped 
as she widened her legs and slipped her dress up to reveal her white lace 
panties under her pantyhose. Her fingers gently tugged my head forward until 
my face was inches from her smooth crotch.

"Breathe me in, darling," Jenny whispered and I pressed my nose against the 
nylon mesh that covered her panty-covered pussy, her aroma sweeping through 
me. "This is where you should be, Ray, your place is with your face in my 
panties," Jenny's gentle voice echoed in my head through the fog of arousal. 
"Isn't it?"

I nodded slowly, my nose rubbing against her mound and my entire body 
trembling with desire. "Yes," I croaked my cock surging in frustration and I 
grimaced in pain.

"Does it hurt?" she asked softly, her fingers stroking my hair as my face 
rested on her panties.

"Yes," I mumbled, unbidden tears started to form in my eyes.

"Poor darling," she cooed, her fingers running softly over my neck. "I might 
milk you later. Would you like me to do that?"

Hope swelled with in me and I looked up eagerly. "Yes, yes," I begged.

"No matter how I choose to do it?" she said warningly but I didn't care.

"Anyway. Please, Jenny. Now?"

"No, I have to go to work. Pull my dress down," She said briskly, picking up 
her coffee cup. Slowly, I adjusted her clothing and stumbled to my feet. 
"The fruit was nice," she said, standing and running her hands over her 
hair. "Must go. Have a good day at work and don't forget we are playing 
tennis tonight."

Outside, the Sun was white hot and the land merged into a hot yellow horizon 
as Friday began. Miserably, I sat down to drink some coffee with a painful 
cock and an itchy groin and still teetering on the constant edge of arousal 
with no relief in sight.

And the coffee was cold.

(Part 5)
As soon as I got into the dealership, Andy blasted me for my bad sales 
figures in front of everyone and I just stood there and took it. Debbie was 
smiling at me behind Andy's back as he furiously shook his finger at me and 
my eyes kept wandering to her legs.

"Are you even listening to me, Ray?" Andy demanded.

"Yes, of course I am, Andy," I stammered, tearing my eyes away from Debbie's 
crossed legs.

"You've got a month, Ray. Believe it!" Andy stormed off and I retreated to 
my cubicle, my cock pounding and my groin itching.

Jenny's car was in the garage when I drove home and I could hear her in the 
shower. The Friday night social night at the tennis club was really a 
barbecue, a few drinks and social mixed doubles and was a great way to end 
the week.

However, with my whole body trembling in frustration, I didn't know how I 
was going to get through the night and I was hoping that Jenny would, as she 
strangely put it, milk me before going. I realised I would anything for 
relief and any thought of escaping from her control had disappeared as I 
just wanted to cum!

Dressed in tennis shorts, white polo shirt and tennis shoes, I waited for 
Jenny, thinking how I was going to get her to let me out of this thing. I 
was worried because she had warned me that any requests would just result in 
a longer period confined. The picture of that small key and the tiny 
screwdriver on the dressing table popped into my head.

My mouth dropped when Jenny appeared dressed in a sleeve top with a low 
neckline and a very short pleated tennis skirt. Her hair was in a ponytail 
and the neckline of her top drew attention to the full swelling of her 
cleavage.

"Do you like my new tennis skirt?" she asked, a sly smile on her face as she 
twirled around and I got a peek of white panties.

"Yes," I croaked as my cock responded with a jab of pain.

"I bought it today, although it might be a little short and I forgot to buy 
sports briefs to wear under it so I've had to make do with some old high 
waisted panties. Hope they're not too transparent.  Come here, Ray," Jenny 
said and I stumbled over, my cock squirming. "Darling," she said, smiling 
while staring deeply into my eyes and her hands resting on my shoulders, "a 
lot of men will be looking at my panties tonight." Her hands pushed me down 
and I found myself kneeling in front of her, my eyes focused on the hem of 
her white tennis skirt. "So you should get the opportunity to have a good 
look first," her voice floated down to me as if from a long distance as my 
body trembled.

Jenny turned around, bent over slightly, lifted her skirt and I was staring 
at the white fabric that stretched over the lush cheeks of her bottom. I 
felt her watching me but I couldn't help myself and leaned closer to stare 
at that smooth silky fabric. "You can have a little kiss, darling," she 
prompted and I gently kissed her panties, feeling the warmth of her skin 
underneath the silky fabric.

Suddenly, she stood, turned around and moved my head to her panty covered 
mound of her pussy. "Remember this morning, sweetie?" she cooed. "Where your 
place is?"

"Yes," I said, muffled by her crotch. "Here."

  Her fingers lightly stroked my hair as I inhaled her musky aroma. "Good. I 
will get very angry if you forget that, Ray. I will also get very angry if 
you disappoint me to night at the tennis club. I'm going to have fun and I 
expect you to understand and accept that. Do you understand, Ray?"

Jenny pulled my head back so I looked up past her panties to her face as she 
stared down at me. "I understand," I mumbled and I did because I realised 
she was going to flirt with the other men and, perhaps, do a little more 
than flirt.

Her fingers lightly stroked my cheek. "Good boy," Jenny smiled. "If you 
cause me any embarrassment it will be a very long time before I could 
forgive you enough to milk you." My cock was squirming and I was in pain so 
I was going to be the perfect husband in every way. "Now, I think you seen 
enough of my panties," she giggled. "Let's go play tennis."

(Part 6)
There was quite a crowd at the club with people milling around the barbecue 
while others played on the courts. Insects gathered around the bright lights 
and the evening sky was moving from a deep blue to black as the night 
approached.

Andy and his wife Celia waved at us when we walked through the gates and I 
groaned inwardly when I saw Carol waving as she walked towards us. Jenny and 
Carol kissed cheeks and then spoke like I wasn't even there.

"Everything going according to plan?" Carol asked as they walked towards the 
clubhouse a pace in front of me but I could still hear.

"Better," giggled Jenny. "You are a wizard, Carol. Thanks so much."

"Nothing to it," Carol said airily. "I just know a certain type of man so 
well. Here comes Brian."

Both women stopped and smiled at the young tennis professional as he bounded 
off the court. "Evening ladies," he said in that booming voice and both 
women giggled at him.

"Hello Brian," Jenny said. "Do you know my husband Ray?"

Brian looked me up and down and smiled broadly at me. "No, haven't met. Hi 
Ray," he said, crunching my hand in a monstrous handshake.

"Hello," I said weakly, wondering what was worse, the pain in my crushed 
hand or the constant pain in my encased cock. Suddenly, Brian was whisking 
Jenny to play doubles with Andy and Celia and left me standing with Carol 
who was watching Brian's ass as he jogged onto the court.

"How's that little cock of yours? A little tied up?" she said, smiling at me 
and I blushed furiously.

"Please, Carol," I whispered. "Don't do this."

"Do what?" she said in an innocent tone. "Let's play tennis."

The night wore on and I managed to lose every game I played while Jenny 
seemed to be constantly with Brian. My cock throbbed at the sight of Jenny 
running across the court, her skirt flapping and twirling and I was 
desperate for relief.

After eating, I sipped on a beer and searched the crowd for Jenny but 
neither she nor Brian could be seen. Carol suddenly appeared next to me. 
"Ray, you're a car expert," she said loudly so everyone could hear. "I've 
got trouble with my battery or something. Can you take a look?" Something in 
her eye made sure I didn't refuse.

Carol had taken her ex-husband to the cleaners in their divorce so she had 
kept the BMW while he drove around town with his new very young girlfriend 
in a pick-up. She swung into the driver's seat and I stared at her long legs 
as she adjusted her short tennis skirt. "What's the problem?" I grunted, 
looking around but the car park was deserted and Carol had parked at the far 
end near the river and under some trees.

"No problem," she smiled swing around so her legs were outside the car. 
"Jenny told me you know your place now so I thought I'd take that tongue of 
yours for a test drive."

I gasped in shock and blinked as Carol casually lifted her tennis skirt and 
pulled her sports briefs aside at the crotch to expose her hairy pussy. 
"Carol," I stammered. "I can't do this. Jenny would be upset and.." I tailed 
off when I saw her laughing.

"Jenny won't be upset, idiot," she hissed. "She'll be upset when I go tell 
her that her husband doesn't know his place like she told me. She won't have 
a problem with this, now get down here!"

I had no choice as I realised that Jenny probably knew this was going to 
happen as pay back to Carol. Wearily, I knelt before her and she abruptly 
pulled my face to her wet cunt. I began to work at my task, hoping she would 
orgasm quickly because I felt so humiliated giving oral sex to a woman in a 
public car park.

It took a while but she suddenly came in a rush, moaning and groaning while 
she held my face in place. After a moment, Carol pushed me away and adjusted 
her panties and her skirt. "Not bad, little man," she giggled. "You'll 
probably be pretty good at it in a few weeks as I'm sure you're going to get 
lots of practice." She was laughing loudly when she locked her car and 
walked back to the tennis courts.

Later that night Jenny and I walked to our car to find Carol waiting for us. 
"Well?" Carol demanded with a big smile. "Was he as big as I said?"

"Bigger," Jenny answered and both women went in peals of laughter. I waited, 
humiliated and frustrated as I realised with sudden insight they were 
talking about Brian's cock. Jenny nodded at me. "What about him?" she asked 
Carol.

"Average but I'm sure you'll continue to coach him." Again, both women 
laughed and pecked each others cheek as goodbye.

Jenny looked at me as she drove the car towards our home. "I'm glad you 
didn't disappoint me, darling," she said. "I had a wonderful night and our 
life is becoming more balanced now, don't you think?"

"I suppose so," I said miserably.

"Of course it is," Jenny said sharply. "And I'm much more open about it than 
you ever were. I don't think you should get upset because I sucked Brian's 
cock tonight. You've done much worse and not even told me." Jenny smiled as 
we drove into our street and absently patted my thigh. "You've been a good 
boy so I might reward you tomorrow. I'm too tired now but, maybe tomorrow."

(Part 7)
I tossed and turned all night, driven mad by my frustration, my itching 
groin and the constant image of my wife sucking another man's cock. Life was 
now out of control, out of my control anyway.

Jenny slept in while I zoomed around the supermarket getting our weekly 
supply of groceries from the list she had left me. When I had finished 
packing the groceries away, I turned around to see Jenny leaning against the 
door, arms folded and smiling.  "I should get you an apron, darling. You'd 
look so cute."

I flushed but bit my tongue as my cock was surging at the sight of her. 
Jenny was dressed in a simple blouse and denim skirt with sandals but 
managed to look so sexy. "Come here, darling and give your wife a kiss good 
morning." It was closer to afternoon but who was counting but as I leaned 
over to kiss her she stopped me with her hand. "Darling, you know how you 
kiss me," Jenny said softly, her big eyes drilling into me. "You know your 
place."

Grimacing with the pain in my cock, I knelt before her and she lifted her 
skirt, revealing black lace panties. Hypnotised and trembling with arousal, 
I leaned forward and kissed the delicate lace that covered her pussy. Her 
fingers approvingly patted my hair. "That's nice, darling and I promise you 
no other man will ever get to do that, Ray. That is your place and yours 
alone."

I struggled to my feet and she smiled broadly at me. "Would my cute little 
boy like his reward?"

"Yes, please," I whined, hungry with desire.

"Take your clothes off," she said and I hurriedly stripped naked. "It does 
look red and sore," Jenny said looking down at my cock in its tube. "I'm 
sure this will feel nice. Come with me into the dinning room." I followed 
her in and sat on the edge of the dining table as she instructed. Jenny told 
me to lie back and she fastened my hands to two the table legs and my feet 
to the other. I was in a strange position, my ass on the edge of the table 
and my feet almost to the floor while my arms were stretched out and lashed 
above me. The size of the table meant my head was hanging over the edge and 
it was tiring lifting it up. In fact, my head was the only thing I could 
move and I was soon in darkness when Jenny slipped the sleep mask onto me.

A moment later I felt her fingers go to work on the cock tube and my heart 
pounded as I prayed she wouldn't make a mistake. Suddenly, the tube slipped 
off, my cock was free and I sighed at the sheer pleasure of it.

"Feel nice, darling?" she said and at the sound of her voice, my cock surged 
into full erection. Suddenly, the mask was removed and I stared up into her 
smiling face. "How do you feel?" Jenny asked and I twisted my head to look 
at her, suddenly realising I was never going to be able to get away without 
her knowledge or assistance.

"I don't know," I mumbled, turning my head away but her fingers gripped my 
chin and turned my face back.

"I'll tell you. You feel helpless, vulnerable and exposed. I can do anything 
I want to you, can't I?"

"Yes," I muttered, knowing it was true. "I feel helpless."

Jenny laughed and moved down the bottom of the table, looking down at my 
groin. "Let's clean this up," she said almost to herself. "That stubble is 
not appealing." I let my head sink down as I felt her spread shaving foam 
over my groin and the sharp scrape of the razor. Jenny was so careful not 
touch my straining cock as she shaved or when she wiped the foam away. 
"Now," she said, snapping on surgical gloves, "you will learn that I have 
the control and you are helpless so I can do what I want. Like most straight 
men you have a fear of being penetrated. Today, you get one maybe two 
fingers up your ass."

"No!" I cried out in shock, straining my head to look down the table at my 
smiling wife as she stood between my legs.

"No? You can never say no to me, Ray," she said. "Watch." Horrified, I felt 
her smear something around my exposed ass hole and grunted with shock as she 
slid a finger inside me. It was a strange feeling and I felt so helpless, so 
used and so embarrassed.

Finally, she stopped and threw the gloves onto the floor. "That was fun," 
she said calmly studying my throbbing cock. "One day you'll come from that." 
Jenny walked around to my face and raised her skirt so my lips were once 
again pressed against the lace of her panties.

"You are helpless, Ray. Hopelessly helpless and without any control. Say 
it."

"I'm helpless," I murmured into her panties, my cock throbbing.

"You will learn to love being helpless because that's the only way you will 
ever come." Jenny dropped her skirt and returned to stand between my legs. I 
shuddered with ecstasy when she wrapped her fingers around my cock and 
slowly jerked me off. It was over in seconds and I cried out as she milked 
me dry, my cum splattering across my stomach.

I lay there regaining my breath as she wiped me dry, slipped the mask back 
on and replaced the cock tube. "I hope you enjoyed that, darling. There 
won't be another one until you sell at least two cars." I lifted my head and 
gaped at her in shock. "I spoke to Andy last night and he told me how you 
haven't been working. Well, now you have an incentive."

After undoing the ropes, she leaned down and kissed me gently on the cheek. 
"My hopelessly helpless boy," she said softly.

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