The Stories of Ted and Celeste

TED AND CELESTE.

He came into the room, and there she was-sitting in the armchair, dressed in God, what would you call it? It was a silk teddy that started as a tube top, leaving her shoulders bare, and swelling over her 36DD's, it dropped to just over her thighs, and of course her legs were crossed, in nylons, and she was wearing her black heels. You couldn't quite see her "privates" T or A-but the outlines were quite provocative. Her thick, dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and her nails and lips were a bright red...

She smiled at him. "Well, it's time, I guess." Her North Carolina tones tinkled. He nodded. "Yes Ma'am, I hope it is...If I've earned it." Celeste chuckled. Ted was so funny, he really was. She'd barely remembered the pleasant nerd-y guy who'd helped her with trig homework back in Urbana High, but there he'd been, at the mall.

"D-do you want to have dinner?" Ted was so nervous, just like in the halls, when Celeste's boyfriend Mike and the other jocks would nudge him out of the way, gently, when they were trying to get Cel to cut afternoon school to drink with them on the lawn. They wouldn't bully him-but Ted was easy to just sort of shove off. But, divorced and with a daughter at 35, Celeste had been gratified to be spoiled a bit by Ted, now an accountant. "All right, Teddy." Celeste waved her hand at him.

"Let's take it off...I guess you've been a good boy." Ted nodded "Thank you so much, ma'am." He began taking off his sad, plaid short-sleeved shirt, and then dropped his khakis. "Wait, honey." Celeste said. "What?" Ted looked alarmed. Was she going to change her mind? "Go get me a beer. No, don't pull them up, just shuffle (giggle) like that into the kitchen." Ted stumbled off to the kitchen, pants around his knees.

God, what a sweet guy Ted was. All Celeste had to do was dress sexily and rub her fingers along his neck or give a peck on the cheek now and then, and Ted looked after her completely-the house was immaculate, she never had to wash a glass, and he gave Cel massages, pampered her with breakfast in bed before he went to the office, and bought her almost daily presents, and didn't call home from work except at three in the afternoon-his stipulated time that she'd talk sexy to him-and that way Celeste had time for daytime "company". She still had a weakness for unfeeling jock-types.

And, after all, Ted had never even seen her in the nude...just in clinging pink cashmere sweaters and tiny miniskirts or skintight white t-shirts and jeans that apparently had been painted on. She loved giving Ted big hugs in those shirts! Just rubbed up against him. She looked at Ted now. He was standing before her with the beer, and now he was naked except for his weird belt, with the pouch over his pee-pee.

"Thank you dear" Celeste said, taking the beer from Teddy and kissing his ear. There was a slight stain of lip gloss on the lobe when she gently pushed him back. Despite the toughness of the plastic on the pouch of the belt, it was bumping a little bit, which meant that Teddy had a boner. "Are you in pain, baby?" Celeste asked Ted sympathetically, as she rubbed his chest with her fingers. "Well, ma'am...the pouch is awfully small." Ted replied, trying to think of football or something.

The pouch was vibrating, and to Celeste it looked rather like a Mexican jumping bean, like her brother had brought her from the World's Fair. "Well, baby, I didn't buy it for you." Ted smiled ruefully. After about five dates, Celeste had been wondering why Ted hadn't persisted in sleeping with her. He necked like a madman, and she could tell his wee-wee was hard most of the time, though she was hard-pressed to get excited about this. If he didn't want to sleep with her yet, she could live without it.

The dinners and presents were great, and good-for-nothing Travis could drop by after Ted had gone home. But then when Celeste had been laid off from the cosmetics counter at Neiman-Marcus, Ted had invited her to become a "roommate" with him. "Rent-free, Celeste." He'd given her the master bedroom in his house, and he'd moved to a small room down the hall, which had once been used for a housemaid, or something. "And-and you can work for me, too. I need someone to you know, manage things."

After about a week of living rent-free, with a higher salary than she'd gotten at Neiman-Mark-up, and "managing" the house, which didn't seem to mean much, as Ted had a cleaning lady and was a gourmet cook-besides Travis visiting, Celeste was really catching up on "One Life to Live" and her other TV stories-he'd showed her the belt. Now, Ted looked expectant, and rather desperate, she thought.

He kept looking down at the thumping pouch, and looking back at her, as she calmly sipped her beer and pretended to look out of the window. "You know, Teddy, you've got to re-plant those zinnias." Celeste leaned over. Ted shuffled his feet, and tried to re-adjust the belt. It was hurting, obviously. "You see, I masturbate all the time when I'm around you."he'd told Cel twenty-seven months ago. "I know I'm not good enough to sleep with you-" news to Celeste "-But I really shouldn't be pleasuring myself all the time."

He'd been watching the cleavage behind her tank-top when he'd delivered this speech, along with breakfast to her bed. "Unless-unless I've earned it by pleasing you, Miss Celeste." Jesus, hadn't even gotten a blowjob from her, and he CONSTANTLY pampered her...but it wasn't enough. But Celeste could adjust... "Ma'am...about the belt." Ted interrupted Celeste's horticultural musings. "And the azaleas they're in sad shape."

Celeste ignored the hint. "Yes, we'll get them this weekend, I promise, Miss Celeste. But-" "But Teddy, I thought you were getting together with your cousin and his friends for a football party." Celeste looked at Ted, and hid her mouth in one manicured hand. "I tell you what-why don't you get dressed and we'll go out and do it now? I can take off this silly thing." Celeste pulled at the silk deprecatingly, "And put on some overalls. I -" "NO-no, please don't change your clothes...I like that thing"

Ted's face was beet red. Naked except for the chastity belt, he was embarrassed to refer to the brief silk garment that went just above Celeste's breasts, and ended at the top of her thighs. "I'll skip the football party, Miss Celeste, really. But-can you take off the belt?" His eyes were pleading, and the pouch still thumped. Cel stared at it..the poor thing. He'd not gotten a release for thirty days, and the belt was on all the time, except for the week before, when they'd gone to Tiffany's.

Celeste had put Ted in very loose, thin cotton sweatpants with no underwear, and taken him through the Tiffany's store, looking at all the gems and giving poor Ted surreptitious rubs on his neglected groin until the entire crotch of the sweatpants were wet, and other customers were looking at poor Ted contemptuously, but he was so HORNY...and he'd ended up buying her a two thousand dollar pendant...but when he'd gone home, back in the belt!

"The reward, baby, was buying the gift for me!..I have to go meet Travis and show him this necklace, and tell him how nice you are, baby." It'd been tough for the poor guy...his eyes were those of a wounded dog as she'd walked out the door on her stiletto heels. "All right, Teddy...get me my bag." Ted left the room swiftly, Celeste counting the zits on his naked butt as he went. She smiled, and felt her pocket where the key was. Ted brought back the purse, and Celeste went through it...

"Damn, where is that thing?" Ted was now hopping on one foot in agony, the pouch pounding away with his imprisoned cock stretching..."I don't see it, honey." Celeste pretended to look confused. "We may have to put this off til we get another..." "May I look?" Celeste leaned back and watched the boy fumbling through the purse, dropping lipstick, Kleenex and a change purse on the floor, and then hurriedly picking them up again so she wouldn't be offended. After about 20 minutes of the search, Ted looked up with tears in his eyes.

"It's not there, Miss Celeste...what to do?" The first time Celeste had taken the key to the belt, now nearly a year ago, she'd only kept Ted locked up for two days...and he looked so woebegone that she'd let him wank on her boot before locking him up again. Then, she tried three days, and then a week. Every time he seemed more and more grateful when she gave him his freedom. He'd go to his knees, spit on his hand, and jerk it into the familiar dish, and then lick up the semen. Then generally, she'd let him grab her legs and thank her profusely for such a great favor before taking her to a wonderful restaurant...

The masturbation itself took such a short period for the time he looked forward to it....Ted went at it furiously, he did! She shouldn't tease him with these lost-key stories... "Oh here, Teddy. It was in my dress pocket." Celeste held the key in her hand, and Ted, having put the purse down, began staring at it... "Was it a long month, Teddy? Don't you like living a clean life....spanking the monkey, you know, is so unhygienic." Celeste grinned at Teddy, who looked shamefaced. "Why don't you wait a bit...Travis hasn't whacked off since he was fourteen...you remember Travis." Ted nodded miserably.

Once, in exchange for his monthly orgasm, Celeste made Ted polish all of Travis' boots in the nude, and those of his weekend biker friends...they'd made fun of him, but he'd done a damn good job. "Teddy, your lower lip is trembling...you want the key?" Tears were coursing down Ted's face, and he was nodding, humiliated. Celeste observed that if the pouch wasn't unlocked soon, the cock would tear through it...this humiliation had just served to make him a little bit crazier...

"All right, baby..."Cel handed the key to Ted, who began fumbling it in the lock. Celeste almost never touched Ted's dickie at all. Generally, once a month, she'd give him the key, he'd unlock himself, kneel, spit on his hands (lubricant was a needless extravagance, Celeste felt) and begin whacking furiously. Ted was staring at Celeste as she crossed and re-crossed her legs.

Usually this much waited for process lasted Teddy about a minute and a half, God knows if she'd gone to bed with him, he must be a premature ejaculator, but, thankfully, she'd never done this...but why was it such a short time...shouldn't Teddy enjoy himself? Finally, the belt was off, and Ted had taken it to the dishwasher and came running back. For sanitation reasons, Celeste had begun this practice, and to keep Teddy from beating his meat more than once, she'd tie his hands for an hour or so, or make Ted give her a foot massage.

"Teddy! Stop!" Ted was on his knees, and had just started his sacred practice, but he looked up. "Where's your dish? You're not planning to let go on my nice rug, are you?" Celeste tried to look stern, but Ted did look ridiculous...she was clothed, somewhat, and he was naked and his wee-wee looked RED and desparate...

Ted jumped up and ran back to the kitchen "NO TOUCHING YOURSELF IN THERE" Celeste shouted, but immediately he was back with a small tea-saucer. If he missed spooging into the saucer, Celeste added two weeks to his next release. This of course had to partially distract him from his whacking, aiming the weapon and all that, but he seemed to get the job done. "That's right, now put it down."

Celeste gazed at Ted, who now was sitting with his hand touching his dick and off he went again! "TED!" Teddy dropped his sausage, alarmed. "What's wrong Miss Celeste?" "Did I tell you you could start?" Celeste pointed a red-tipped nail at him. "Do you want to wait another month for impertinence?" "N-no, ma'am" His dick was now contorted,near purple, too. "M-may I start-" "Your disgusting habit" "My disgusting habit, Miss Celeste?" Celeste sighed. "All I do for you, Ted...all right." Ted grabbed his penis and began to pump enthusiastically. Celeste looked out of the window. This would be a nice afternoon to go fur shopping...

CELESTE'S COURIER

"Package for you, Harper" Ted stood up in his cubicle, but Brian just waved one muscular arm towards the reception area and walked off. The salesmen weren't very pally with him or the other accountants--sales guys were all jock types, funny and charming, and they didn't have a lot of energy for the numbers-crunchers. When they weren't selling insurance, they were playing grab-ass with the receptionists, who never seemed to squeal or giggle when Ted or Mort, the other accountant came by.

But that didn't matter. Tonight was a special night for him! Ted walked down the hall after thanking Brian, the sales rep,swaggering off in his rugby jacket, Brian who had already forgotten poor Ted's existence. Ted was still on cloud nine. Tonight was his night for release!

Ted passed Shauna, one of the secretaries and she was talking on a cell phone and playing with one of her amber curls abstractedly. Her chest heaved in the lacy blouse as she went on about an obnoxious shoe price at Hechts. She brushed Ted and his cock swelled against the harsh steel. Ooh that hurt. Whenever Ted passed a cute young girl, his poor dick went through this, and Celeste had actually ordered him a smaller one after they'd wed. "Teddy, I just have this jealous streak." she'd told the downcast Ted after having him view a "Dr. Fellatio" porn tape to see if his erection could swell successfully in the belt, and of course it couldn't. But tonight he was going to take that belt off and get some needed relief.

Celeste was going to take Ted's chastity belt off, and let him jerk off. Celeste was the one factor in Ted's life that did make the sales guys respect him a little--when she pulled up in Ted's little red convertible, and he jumped in, a lot of the guys were amazed at what Ted had going for him, that he'd snagged such a hot wife. They apparently thought he was having a fabulous sex life, and Ted wouldn't let anyone think any differently, though the closest his dick had come to Celeste was rubbing against her shoe now and then when she was feeling affectionate on his release date. She'd never even touched his bare dick with her hand, though she'd squeezed him occasionally through his pants---and it had been three years of living together, five months of them married.

Ted's dick was so constricted after a month--hours and hours and days and days---thirty days of the poor little worm trying to stretch out into a full erection in a tube much too small for it--and it was always painful. Celeste even encouraged Ted to pursue some of his old habits of porn films and jerk-books...and all his tease/denial websites...but it was too much torture in the vicious little metal prison. Ted had given all that stuff up, just so his penis wouldn't get nasty rashes from scraping the sides of the damn chastity tube.

The managing partner's seventeen year old daughter passed Ted in the hall, she was working there this summer, but didn't have to wear office stuff...so spoiled. Look at her in her sloppy cut-offs and belly shirt how can she be so informal...oooh, it's happening again, Ted's dick was attempting futiley to ream through the Iron Maiden between his legs,but it was no use. That was the one thing Ted couldn't avoid being stimulated by...the girls out in the world, and Celeste in his own house...oh the agony!

Ted nodded at the bike courier carelessly, and took the package and signed his name on the proffered manifest. "Mr. Harper." the courier touched his arm," I am supposed to pick this item up again in thirty minutes...it has to be given back, sir." Ted looked up irritatedly at the courier, who seemed to be smirking at him. "Yeah...that's fine." These bike couriers are such a pain, Ted thought. His younger brother had dropped out of college for a year to skid around the streets with those stupid packages. Ted's folks had jumped all over Sandy, asking him why he couldn't be more like Ted, who never let his hair grow beyond his ears, and had only had one B on a report card in his life. Sandy had only had one B on his report card also, but for different, upsetting reasons.

Sandy had always been a D student, since kindergarten, but he'd had a ball with the girls--driving around in an old jalopy with two or three of them laughing while Ted, a year ahead of his brother and debate captain and Senior Class President smiled shyly at cheerleaders as they carefully walked around him and his trig books on their way to practice. Celeste had been the cutest of them, and she had always been nice to Ted...a pat on the arm, and that sort of thing. Ted had tutored her once or twice in first year Algebra, which Celeste kept failing...he was in dreamland over her, and when he ran into Cel in the mall a decade after graduation, Teddy snapped her up fast. Even with all the rules, and the nasty belt, he and Celeste were happy...Ted was happier than he'd ever been.

Ted took the package, a small box and walked back to his office, ruminating about getting the damn belt off. When they'd started their odd relationship, Celeste was thrilled to be with someone who financially supported her, gave her lots of spending money, never asked whether she saw other men (Ted knew she did) and who cleaned the house. When Ted hesitantly presented Celeste with the chastity belt he'd bought online, and told her that he wanted to admire her from afar, and not have her feel threatened by his maleness, she assented. "Just let me have the key once a month, Miss Celeste" Ted had asked. "I'll jerk off and give you the key back. I just want to watch you while I play with myself."

Celeste had been very pleased with this, and had obliged Ted by wearing lots of really cute outfits--tube tops, skin-tight sweaters, miniskirts or cut-off jeans, and high, high heels. At first she was astounded that this was all Teddy wanted--two minutes tugging his miniscule penis while kneeling on the floor, and then back in the belt, and often he would take her to dinner and buy her some jewelry. It seemed to work for both of them...but then Celeste felt at some point, that Ted needed to earn his orgasms more.

Ted sat down, and put the box next to a pile of spreadsheets. Ted thought of Celeste's cleavage, and how close he'd come several times to viewing her nipples through the bikini tops she was wearing this summer, it was hot, and she'd wear a top and shorts, and ...Ted found himself touching his crotch. Oh, God, no...this is so painful. He could feel his poor penis straining against the metal...ooh. Just a few more hours and Ted would be kneeling in front of his Princess, jerking off into a little bowl as he did every thirty days, except when he was bad, and then it was five, six, or seven weeks between orgasms. It was such a brief heaven--whipping his dick as Celeste timed him--five to fifteen minutes depending on her mood...oooh, but the squirt was intense when it came!

Just a little while longer, and he would be naked, on his knees, staring up into the emerald green eyes, while Celeste sat with crossed legs in some sexy outfit...ooh, it made all the housework, the cuckolding she put him through...all the misery...brinigng Celeste and her boyfriend Travis breakfast in bed in the morning was the most miserable and humiliating activity, especially because Cel wouldn't let Ted just come in in his business clothes--no, he had to come up to the bedroom with a cooked breakfast--Travis liked eggs and that declasse corn beef hash--and Ted had to walk in either nude in an apron and the chastity belt, or just wearing the chastity belt,and then Travis would often make fun of him. Travis was a cruel man, Teddy thought.

But Celeste had her quirks, but she's a great gal, Ted smiled. He decided to give Celeste a call. He was not allowed to call her between two and five thirty on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays, because she had "company" but it was only one-fifteen, and he wanted to tell his girl how much he loved her. The phone rang, and rang again. Ted panicked, thinking that Celeste was out,he wanted to talk with her. Must she always be with Travis? Finally, the phone picked up, and Ted heard Celeste's dulcet voice.

"Celeste baby? It's your Theodore." Ted grinned into the phone, thinking of what she must be wearing right now. Maybe it was the overall cut-offs without any shirt or bra...how did she get those straps to just cover her breasts? "Teddy, didn't you get the package? I thought you would be busy right now." Celeste's voice had a bit of mirth in it. What package? What was she talking about? Ted noted the little box on his desk. He'd thought this was some sort of work thing...it was too small to be a CD,though. "I see a box on my desk,Cel. Do you mean this little..." "White box, yes. Ted, you really should read the note, you only have eleven minutes left,sweetheart." What? Ted opened the box and found a key on a ring and a note. The note said:

"Dear Ted

Here is the key to your chastity belt. I don't really feel like watching you sweat and grunt and rub your pimpled hands all over that disgusting little rod of yours. I figured this month, you could jerk off in the bathroom. I asked the courier, who is a young friend of mine, to allow you twenty minutes to go in the bathroom, you have your own bathroom at the end of the hall, and jerk off...you can do it as much as you like within the twenty minute time limit. Then you have to lock up the cage and give the key back to Danny.

Love,

Celeste.

What? "Celeste, this is totally unfair!" Ted tried to keep his voice low, but it was difficult, he was so upset. "This is the one day of the month, the one HOUR that I look forward to...I want us to be together during..."Ted lowered his voice "...our moment. Why do I have to do it here in the bathroom,by myself?" Ted felt like crying. He wouldn't get to shoot his scuzz and watch Celeste smile and arch her chest. Once he'd had a huge load spew after Celeste decided to apply lipstick while he was wanking...what the hell? "Teddy, you have only five minutes left...I told Danny to advise you..." "Yeah, I heard," Ted said loudly. "But it's unfair. Why not at home?" Josh, the guyin the next cubicle put down his work and stared at Ted. Ted shook his head at Josh, indicating that he was sorry for making a big noise. "Two minutes, Teddy." Celeste was sure keeping track.

So he had to go and jerk off in a bathroom stall, just as he'd done in a thousand public restrooms in his puberty, in his early twenties--hoping no one would come in while he was whacking his dick madly, and trying desperately not to pant. The executive bathroom was out of order, and Ted would have to use the communal bathroom. How could this be? How could Celeste deny him the pleasure of wanking off in his own house? But wait, Celeste had gotten Ted to sign the house over to her a few months ago...and in return, she'd allowed him to look at her tits while he jerked off...and for once, he hadn't had to lick up the spew. But of course Ted still felt it was his house...and he was so nice to her...Sigh. He supposed he could make a run for the stalls. Shit.

"So I have to go and do it alone in the stall?" Ted was disbelieving. He looked up and Danny the courier was walking up to the desk. Ted's hand closed on the box. "Okay, okay, Celeste. Just give me ten more minutes...please." Ted heard Celeste's throaty chuckle, and felt his wrist squeezed. Ted looked down and his hand had opened, the kid's grip was intense, and Ted had let go of the box. Then Dan the courier had picked up the box and put it back in his bag. Tapping Ted on the shoulder in a friendly way, Dan waved and walked off.

Ted began to cry silently,listening to the phone, as Celeste made some giggling noises. Ted could hear Travis in the background, laughing as well. "Teddy," Celeste said in a choked voice, "I hope you think about not following instructions and the consequences thereof, babe...Thirty days from now you'll be sixty days along without a jerk-off, and whatever I have you do, I suggest you follow directions. If you get a package in the mail, you should read it...but next month I think I might have you jerk off in front of the picture window...Travis is tickling--ohh you bad boy, stop!--tickling me, Teddy, and I got to go..Be sure you're home by six, darlin'. You're making us lamb chops, remember?"

CELESTE'S CHUCKLES.

Ted finished wiping down the surface of the counter. There! That should please Ted's wife, Celeste, hopefully. Today was yet another big day, but he hoped Cel would remember first. If not, his dick might just burst out of its little prison. Ted looked around the kitchen at last. The cabinets were gleaming, the baseboards and floor had been mopped, scrubbed and waxed, the dishwasher and refrigerator had been cleaned out and scrubbed, and the windows had been washed. “Teddy? Are you finished in there?” Celeste's lilting tones caused Ted's dick to surge, as he thought of her in her bikini top and tight jeans. But his cock could only get so excited…suddenly, there was the pain. The PAIN.

Ted's cock was entrapped in an unforgiving metal chastity device, a metal tube and he was not wise in getting big erections. Ted closed his eyes and began reciting state capitals to himself. Montgomery, Alabama. “Teddy, are you finished?” Celeste called. “I want to show you my new top!” Pierre, South Dakota. “It's cute and pink, but I think it's too tight around my left boob!” Salem, Oregon. Ted's dick calmed itself a little. Concord, New Hampshire. Ted thought of a homely girl he'd dated from New Hampshire during his junior year at Duke. Finally, his penis was small and quiet again. He put the rag down in the sink, and walked into the living room, where Ted's beautiful wife was reading “Elle” Celeste dropped the magazine on the floor. “What do you think?” Celeste was wearing a small, velvety pink top with a small Nascar emblem on the front. It was not quite a T-shirt, and not quite a blouse. It had quite a plunging neckline. Des Moines, Iowa. But Ted couldn't control the returning swelling to his glans, and again he was in pain. Lincoln, Nebraska. Ted, of course was naked, except for the horrid belt.

Celeste began tucking in her shirt, which unfortunately emphasized the neckline by pushing the tops of her breasts out a bit. Celeste breathed deeply, and the cleavage jiggled a little. Ted unconsciously groped himself, trying to re-adjust the belt so his penis didn't hemhorrage. St. Paul, Minnesota. Albany, New York. “Do you like the top, Ted? Jose gave it to me.” Celeste looked at Ted anxiously. “Do you think it's too tight?” “Oh, no.” Ted managed. “You look just won-wonderful. Miss Celeste, you are just the cutest girl.” Celeste jumped out of her chair and walked over, giving Ted a big hug. She rubbed her boobs all over his chest, and his dick began contorting in its metal cell…it was “Soul Train” down there. Almost unwillingly, Ted's arms came around Celeste, and one hand went down to touch her bottom, rounded in the jeans. He squeezed Celeste's bottom, and ground himself into her crotch. WHACK!” Ted's head rang. Celeste stood back, hands on her hips. She was furious now. “God damn it Ted…did I say you could feel me up?” Ted looked at the floor, a tear coming down one cheek. “No, Miss Celeste.”

Ted and Celeste had met in high school, when he was a geometry geek and she, the captain of the cheerleaders…she had no time for him. Ten years later, he'd run into her again in Tyson's Corner mall, and discovered that Celeste was poor now, and divorced. Ted had asked her to move in with him, and showed her his nasty metal belt, and his funny magazines…perhaps he shouldn't have. He should have slept with Celeste at least once, he thought. But now it was too late. Santa Fe, New Mexico. Now Ted was completely in Celeste's thrall…he supported Celeste, gave her lots of money, and took care of the house and cooking, as well. Celeste's job was to look good for him, and once a month, if Ted was very, very good, she'd take off his belt and let him have a very short jerk-off session, while staring at Celeste in whatever snug dress or tight shorts she was in, and the orgasm would be worth all the housework, all the money, all the favors. She was his Princess.

She was unpredictable, sometimes, and it seemed like there were so many rules. Recently, Ted's wife felt that Ted wasn't getting enough sleep, so she'd given him an eight o'clock bedtime. This was bad enough, Ted being in bed like a five year old while Cel entertained her young male friends, necking on the couch in front of Jay Leno, but the way he had to say good night! Celeste had purchased some red striped pajamas for Ted, no sleeping in his tee shirt and shorts any more…and he had to come in and kiss her good night…and one night, they'd been entertaining another couple, and five to eight had hit, and Celeste said “It's bedtime, Teddy. Not for you guys…we can sit up and tell some dirty jokes, but Teddy's in bed by eight, go get in your jimmies, honey.”

Ted tried to hint that maybe since they were with his college buddy and his girl, maybe he could just stay up a little later, y'know, for appearances…Celeste had taken Ted by the ear in front of Dave and Kirsten, and boy did Kirs giggle. They'd gone in the bedroom, and Ted had changed into his red striped P.J.'s and then Celeste made him come out and kiss her good night, and say good night to the astonished Dave and Kirsten…

Ted had gotten pouty, and damned if Cel hadn't pulled him over her knee, pulled down his jimmies, and whipped him with a hairbrush! She'd asked Dave for his belt for the final ten, and Ted was not much of a pain-taker…he'd burst into tears. He'd spent the rest of the evening, not in bed as was the plan, but standing in the corner with his pajama bottoms down and his red bottom on display. Dave and Kirsten had not been back. But Celeste was wonderful! He'd rather spend an evening massaging and waxing Celeste's long legs, with the cock in surging pain in the belt, than see any old friends, or new ones either, for that matter.

Now she looked at him, annoyed. “Just a pervert, Ted. That's what I married, a fucking perv.” Ted hung his head. “And what a way to act…today of all days.” Ted looked up, panicked. It was true, it was his squirt day. He had not had a release now in two months, as the month before he'd screwed things up by not opening a package she'd sent him at work containing the key. Now it had been two months, sixty days, eight weeks, or was it nine? No, no…he couldn't have screwed it up again. Celeste looked at Ted's teary, pleading eyes, and chuckled. “No, don't worry honey. I'm not mad at ya. You're not usually such a grabby boy, and you do take care of me.” Celeste walked to her familiar chair and sat down in it, her breasts shifting in the pink top. Ted sighed. Albany, New York. Or had he already done Albany? Celeste reached into her pocket and brought out the key, and handed it to Ted. Usually, she made him beg for it, pretended to get in tempers or “lost” it, but tonight seemed to be his night. Ted put the key in the lock and began to turn it, grinning.

“Wait!” Ted stopped and looked up. “I forgot something” Celeste held a finger up, the long red nail twirling a bit. Celeste reached into her handbag sitting by the chair and brought out some handcuffs. “Turn around, honey.” Ted was stunned. “What, but it's my time—will I cum?” Handcuffs were a new thing in their play. Sometimes Cel did tie his hands when she was washing the belt, to make sure Teddy didn't diddle himself, but that was after his monthly. But he obeyed orders. After Ted was cuffed, he turned around again, and Celeste carefully removed his belt, and Ted's dick shot up, looking a little precum-soaked. “Aaw, Teddy.” Celeste looked terribly concerned. She took a tissue out of her hand bag and began wiping the liquid off the head of Ted's dick, and of course this generated more liquid, dribbling out of the tip. Ted watched Celeste's long nails and soft fingers manipulate his penis, and it surged. This was the first time she'd ever touched his penis, he thought. And they were married now! It was about time. Ted watched Celeste's cleavage, which seemed somewhat squeezed in the top, as the energetic and quite soft fingers played along his glans. Ted quickly inhaled breath as Celeste wiped him clean, gave him a final stroke and dropped his penis in mid air.

He had to be very careful, Ted. Of late, it seemed like Celeste was less generous with his monthly orgasm—making him earn it, for instance. He'd lost his squirt day one month because Cel had made Ted kneel naked holding a tray out with two glasses filled to the rim with water. “Honey, I want you to do this, just for two hours…if you drop any water from once glass, you can't cum this month, if you drop both glasses you can't cum next month…but if you can hold the glasses for two hours, I'll let you cum twice.” Ted had made it an hour and forty-five minutes, his knees numb on the hardwood floor, his arms held out stiffly. He'd once had to do this with a rifle in R.O.T.C., but only for twenty minutes…Ted was so close, and then Celeste walked by in her denim shorts, turned around, pulling down the pants quick and giving Ted a big moon. Two months of celibacy followed, plus another fortnight because when the second glass fell, some of it got on Celeste's leather sandals. Another month Cel had had Teddy wash her lingerie by hand in a bowl on the floor…an hour time limit, and he just couldn't get the “ring around the collar” out of her best blouse, and the date had been extended twelve days.

Now, Ted was standing, humiliated as always, as Celeste stuck her tongue out at his penis, as it waved it back and forth, and thought about how embarrassed he felt. “Now what?” Ted asked sheepishly. He could never get over how embarrassed it made him to stand naked before his beautiful, clothed wife..and why were his hands cuffed? “Miss Celeste, I can't stimulate myself with my hands gone.” Ted said piteously. Celeste pulled her top tighter, giggling at Ted's bouncing erection. “You're right, Teddy. What you need is friction…but don't you get sick of the sameness of your hand?” Ted's stomach leaped. Was she going to screw him? Or blow him? Jerk him off? Unlike the tease/denial girls in his websites and magazines, Celeste didn't touch Ted's dick if she could help it, at least when it was bare… could this be changing? Celeste smiled, and stood up, taking Ted by the shoulders and guiding him to his knees, and down on the hardwood floor.

Now Ted was lying on his stiff penis on the floor, with his hands cuffed just above his naked bottom. All he could see of Miss Celeste were her high heeled pumps. This one, he thought, was weird. “You ready to get some friction, Teddy?” “Yes, ma'am.” Ted was muffled by the floor. “Start rubbing.” Celeste's laugh tinkled above Ted. “Rubbing? What do you mean?” What the hell, Ted thought. “Rub your wee-wee against the floor, honey. This is a new one for you…are you afraid of splinters? Wait.” The pumps moved away, and came back and Ted saw one glorious knee as Celeste knelt beside him. She reached over, lifting his crotch, and pulled a white fluffy towel between penis and floor. “Now, Teddy…hump that floor.” There was a chuckle in Celeste's voice. “What do you mean? I want to play with myself.” Ted was arguing into the hardwood. “I've earned it! Please Miss Celeste.” Ted felt Celeste's pump kick his shoulder not too gently. “Darling, remember last time? You complained so much, your time ran out…”

Ted sighed, and tears came into his eyes. He began humping the towel. The cuffs bit his hands as he tried to pull out of the bracelets, but he focused on rubbing his swollen dick, engorged with sixty days of backed up arousal, against the fuzzy towel. Ted pushed his erection back and forth, and up and down, and the friction was there…but he wished he could look at Miss Celeste. “I want to look at you when I cum, Miss Celeste” “Oh, you've seen this old girl before, Teddy, Hump, it's doing you good.” She was right, the cock was pushing hard against the towel, and Ted felt more and more excited. It was bringing him off, but it was indeed an unusual experience. But could it get worse? Ted heard the door open, and Travis' voice. He had a key to Ted's house? “What's this, Celeste, honey?” Travis' voice was quite amused. Travis was one of Celeste's on again, off again boyfriends…Ted hated him. “Looks like this boy's trying to grind hisself into the floor.”

Celeste laughed. Ted could see her polished toenails as she walked towards Travis' boots. Both of them clothed, and how ridiculous he felt, naked as a jaybird, fornicating with a damned towel. “Well, he's got to get his release too, Travis. I made you come eight times yesterday, and you made me cum about thirteen…Teddy's got his due, too, don't you sweet-ums.” Ted bit his lip. He wanted to kill them both, but even the derision didn't stop him from humping…

CELESTE'S GREAT ADVENTURE

Ted lay on his stomach, his erection pressing the Ikea blanket into the sands of Dewey Beach. Although the vacationing C.P.A. would have enjoyed resting on his back, this was impossible. First, he burned easily, unlike his sexy wife who was beautiful in her near beige tan around the string bikini. Ted looked over at Celeste, who had her beautiful little hand with the long red nails on that doofus's thigh. Why can't she be a good wife? The third reason why Ted couldn't even roll over for a second was the little tent in Ted's Speedo. This was the first time Ted had been out of the chastity belt for more than the three mionutes allotted for monthly whack-offs…in quite a while. Probably he hadn't been out of the belt since the last trip to Dewey Beach the year before. Celeste didn't take her husband to the beach more than once a summer, though it was Ted's beach house.

Ted saw the guy whispering in Celeste's ear, and she giggled. She never laughed like that when Ted whispered to her…what was the guy saying? He really should take his hand off Celeste's arm. Usually Celeste took Travis or Jorge or just went with a bunch of her cute little girlfriends, and leave Ted with an assignment like scraping the wallpaper off the downstairs bathroom, and re-grouting the tub. Ted would be busy the entire weekend with these chores, and the rest of the time he'd be watching "Cheers" re-runs and trying to pick the lock of the chastity belt with a bobby pin. So Ted's unfulfilled erection, with the backed up desire of thirty-five sex-free days, was pressing hard into the Speedo, and he wouldn't be able to move for fear of getting arrested.

Jesus, is that asshole pouring sunblock into her cleavage? My God, the nerve of the guy. Celeste had a new friend, obviously…I can't touch her tits, why can he? I'd get up but, this damn bathing suit…not shorts, panties. Ted had begged Celeste to let him wear the beach fashion—long, baggy trunks, like the other guys wore…but Celeste was adamant. "Teddy" she'd said with a long red nail on Ted's lips, "You're not one of the other guys…your Mommy's little prince, and you don't need towear those macho trunks…right? Do what Mommy wants?" As she'd said it, she'd squeezed Ted's cock through the Speedos, and he'd said no more. But the Speedos certainly weren't flattering—Ted had spindly arms and legs and slumped shoulders and his skin was dead white until the sunburn set in—Ted looked like he'd fallen out of a meat locker.

Ted hadn't been allowed to go to the beach much as a child. Mother was worried that too much sun was bad for him, and possibly drowning as Ted had never learned to swim. And now that he was at the beach, he had to lie on this blanket to keep from looking obscene. Ted looked irritatedly over at his wife. Celeste was supposed to be on the blanket next to her husband, but she was talking to this jar-head military type it seemed, forever. Ted was disgusted. The guy reminded him of the drill sergeant who called Ted "Princess" and caused him to drop out of R.O.T.C. That guy had been a jerk, and this one was a jerk, though Celeste didn't seem to think so. She was laughing at some idiotic thing the guy was saying and her 38DD's were shaking in the miniscule black bikini top. Every guy on the beach was staring at her boobs.

Sergeant Rock offered Cel a Marlboro, and she lit up. That wasn't fair! Celeste had decided—her decision the year before that they would quit smoking. Celeste had quit almost immediately, it had seemed, but Ted had lots of trouble with quitting his two pack a day habit. Celeste had tied Ted down to a bed and ran her nails up and down his purple, stiffening cock, squeezing his balls just a little, until he agreed to throw out his Lucky Strikes. After Ted and Celeste got together, Ted had shown Celeste his chastity belt and told her of his fantasies about being dominated…Cel had not gone for the teasing manually part at first, she'd just locked Teddy in the belt and allowed him to cum once a month by jerking off into a dish in front of her, and then of couse licking it up. But recently Celeste had changed, and was much better friends with Ted's poor wee-wee. He'd still never gotten his cock inside Celeste's mouth or twat, but Celeste now spent hours sometimes playing with Ted's cock as he moved and strained at the ropes.

Celeste's fingers were incredible —past girlfriends had given Ted occasional teasing handjobs, but their wrists always gave out after a while. Celeste could stroke Ted for hours, doing different things. Sometimes she'd just play with his balls, running an occasional manicured forefinger up and down the vein under his shaft. Other times Celeste would twiddle the glans between two long nails, making Ted very excited, but terrified that she might miss and poke his sensitive cock head in error.

Celeste was always dressed during these occasions—Ted had never seen her completely naked. But in her ultra tight shorts and miniscule T-shirts, skin tight sweaters or high heels, Celeste looked better clothed than many girls did naked. Now and Celeste would bend over to give Ted a flash of her cleavage, or gradually strip down to bra and panties, or even a demi-bra, but no more… Ted of course was nearly always naked these days, not just during teasing and masturbation sessions anymore…it was his "look" in the house. At one point Ted had complained, as he felt embarrassed and Celeste had made him wear a Little Bo Peep outfit for a month, and serve her girlfriends lemonade during a Tupperware party.

Celeste had also found the long thick dildo that Ted had kept hidden for so long, and she'd made Ted suck the dildo, attached to Cel's waist, in front of the ladies…and then she began practicing with him and the dildo every now and then…first making him suck it, and then getting him, from behind, Ted really had fantasized about sodomy a lot, but never dreamed of what a ripping feeling it was having that big rubber thing going through his ass over and over again…Celeste would ream Ted for twenty minutes every night, jerking his dick while she did it, and then pulling the dildo out and turning him over to tie him down for the normal teasing… "Don't complain, sugar, or I'll make you lick the shit off the dildo after I take it out." But once Celeste began the regular tease, Ted would forget the dildo…

Because the stroking was great—and Ted had always had this as a fantasy, being stroked to the point of orgasm while tied down, and being teased until you have blue balls. But the problem with fantasies, as Ted had learned when he actually experienced wearing a chastity belt was, reality was tougher than fiction. Jerking off and fantasizing about teasing and chastity was very different from months without an orgasm, and having a beautiful woman like his wife stroke and stroke until he was desperate to squirt, and then patting his cock and walking away…it often reduced poor Ted to tears.

Ted had fantasized about being whipped with belts and hairbrushes, but this was also much more painful, he'd learned in reality…but Celeste got him to help out more around the house!

Once or twice a week though, Ted would be secured to a bed, or the rec room Ping-Pong table, or a hassock, where his poor head would hang down if he didn't have good neck muscles. Celeste was ingenious at thinking of places to secure Ted. One of her favorite places was the eyehook on the ceiling on the back porch. Ted had wondered when she asked him to put the eyehook there, but now he wished he'd distracted her, really.

Being cuffed naked to the eyehook was a miserable experience, as Ted's back porch was not a screened one…it was fenced, but a picket fence. Celeste enjoyed cuffing Teddy's hands to the ceiling of the back porch with a combination lock, and then leaving him there for half an hour as he desperately twiddled the dial. If he got loose before she came out there, he could have his teasing inside on the bed, but usually he couldn't unlock it, so after half an hour of "Days of Our Lives" Cel would come out, unlock Ted's chastity belt, and sit, squeezing pulling and prodding Ted's erection to his extreme arousal and embarrassment for a good three hours. Celeste of course would be dressed, and not in especially revealing clothes in the outside sessions, because after all, often it was winter, and also, she didn't want someone to see her out there with it all hanging out.

But the quitting cigarettes thing had been tough for Ted. Celeste realized Ted needed intense incentive, so she began masturbating him for hours nightly with her long nails. Ted would be moaning and squirming, as Celeste spread Astroglide all over his cock and balls, twiddling the veins under his shaft, telling Ted how much sexier he was now that he didn't smoke anymore. Sometimes they'd watch TV together, from seven to eleven-thirty, and she'd jerk him to the point of cumming during commercials, whispering "Isn't it great you're not blowing smoke in my face while we watch TV, you sexy thing?"

This would be impossible for Ted, who could not focus on "Law and Order" as he was waiting for the next Chevy ad, certainly differently from most viewers, who couldn't stand the ads. Then often Celeste would tie Ted to her canopy bed, and put on soft music, and a frilly bra and panty set, and jerk him with alternating fast and slow strokes while she told him how great it was that she didn't hear Ted coughing in the morning any more. Since moving in, five years before, Celeste had taken the master bedroom, and Ted slept in what had been his store-room, but she could hear the coughing anyway. All the stimulation made Ted hornier than ever for his monthly release; but every time Cel caught him with a butt she added another week to his release date. By the time Ted stopped smoking for good, he'd been without an orgasm for five months.

And Celeste had quit too, but now and then she smoked socially, with the guys she went out with. Ted of course, couldn't do this. First, Celeste wouldn't let him, and secondly, Ted was such an insecure, miserable little geek, especially with his lovely wife cuckolding him with every bike courier that came along, that of course he would've returned to chain smoking immediately.

Still, it annoyed Ted to see Celeste flirting with that illiterate military type. He reminded Ted of the creeps she flirted with in high school. Ted was only good then for loans and algebra tutoring. What could she see in this geek? I mean really, Ted thought. Couldn't she once just come to the beach and pay attention to me? His erection swelled, and Ted wondered if he could possibly sneak off and jerk off in the bathroom…there was a public beach bathroom not ten feet away. But as attentive as Celeste was to the crewcut idiot, she occasionally took a sweeping glance about, to make sure Ted was where she left him. Ted couldn't swim, and so he only went in the water with Celeste, who swam like a mermaid. And he couldn't go to the rest room without asking Celeste, who would then time him. A forty-two year old man can't go to the bathroom by himself! I mean, really.

Ted looked away from Celeste and Beetle Bailey and tried not to think about how hot she was, how much Ted needed to cum…he tried not to think about last night, when Celeste had been wearing her body stocking and squeezing a Vaseline filled condom up and down his shaft for nearly three hours. Ted thought hard for about ten minutes about waterfalls…then ice…then the latest tax shelter he was working on. Finally Ted's erection subsided. Ted stood up, and took a deep breath.

He was going to confront Celeste right now. Ted walked over to Celeste and the military guy, but before he could open his mouth, Celeste smiled and jumped up, hugging Ted deeply. Immediately, of course Ted's hard on began rising, but he tried to stay firm. "Celeste, why are you talking with this guy on my weekend…I know you date other guys at the beach every weekend while I'm home but this is MY weekend." Oh Jesus, Ted felt tears smarting in his eyes. That wasn't too macho, was it? "Do you have to talk to every single guy who takes an interest in you, Celeste?" Ted looked into Celeste's dancing eyes.

"No, Ted, you've got it wrong." Celeste smiled. "Kevin doesn't really have an interest in me, though you're close." Celeste motioned Kevin to stand up, and he and Ted shook hands. "You guys want to come back to my hotel room?" Kevin asked, with a big grin. Before Ted could open his mouth it seemed, they were walking in the door of Kevin's beachfront hotel. Celeste stopped just inside the door. "Teddy, drop your Speedo, honey." "What?" Ted asked, astonished. Before Ted could say anything else, Celeste pulled Ted's swimsuit down.

As Ted looked up, he saw another guy coming out of the bathroom of Kevin's motel room. "This is Josiah, Ted" Kevin said. Ted nodded " Hey, Josiah…good to see you again." Cel laughed " Kevin doesn't like me, Teddy." Celeste said, laughing. "He likes you. I told him that you would give him a blowjob…you've trained for it with the dildo, babe." Ted felt Kevin take him by the shoulders, forcing him to the floor. "But Celeste, this is…" Celeste smiled "Teddy, you've not squirted in six weeks now…because I added another month for finding a pack of Luckies in your jacket, remember?

So your due date isn't til the middle of next month…but you can whack yourself off while you suck Kevin's dick, think of all the practice you've had with the dildo…I've been preparing you for this, baby…you jerk off while you suck Kevin… and then you can cum again next month, honey!" Ted began to cry, but it was too tempting. "C'mon baby…I'll even give you a show!" Celeste undid her bikini top and began jiggling her boobs in front of Ted, moving closer to Kevin so Ted could watch as he sucked.

This was great…Celeste only flashed Ted on his birthday and…once he was allowed to see her tits in return for signing over the house…he kissed a nipple then, right? Ted opened his mouth, and Kevin's penis went in. It felt like normal skin, and not too different from the dildo, but Ted felt like a nasty little fag, like the jocks called him when they snapped him with their towels in high school. He was just a cocksucking fag. As Kevin pushed his cock deeper into Ted's mouth, Ted watched Celeste manipulating her breasts. Then she said "You go ahead, Josie" Suddenly Ted felt Josiah's dick pushing itself in his rectum as he sucked Kevin. Ted tried to pull back, but Kevin's hand was clutching Ted's hair, and he was pushing the dick down Ted's throat.

"What's wrong, Teddy?" Celeste said, laughing. "Josiah wasn't in the bargain? Don't worry, baby…just jerk yourself off…I've made your little hole back there big enough for the Washington Monument, you don't mind, do you?" As Josiah pumped from one end of Ted, Kevin began slamming his dick in and out of Ted's mouth…Celeste pulled up one of her huge tits and began sucking the nipple…Ted manipulated his cock as he knelt there sucking, and truly, his penis had never been harder…

CELESTE'S LITTLE GAME

• Whack! Ted held back a gasp. Celeste paused her slapping with the thick wooden paddle, and stroked Ted's hair, as his head hung over her lap. “Be a brave boy, Teddy.” She said this so gently. “Don't cry. Can you be a big boy for Mommy? Take your chastisement in a nice, manly way?” WHACK WHACK WHACK! “Yes, ma'am” came the little voice from below, and Celeste looked at Ted's bright red buttocks with the purple marks and her tongue came through her teeth. What fun. Naked and over her lap…and what a baby he was! WHACK WHACK!

Ted was trying so hard not to make any crying noises, he knew Celeste hated that. He knew that if he could just take his medicine like a man, she would be more well disposed to giving him a nice orgasm, and she might actually let him cum in her hand! The strokings had gotten so slow and seductive. Ted had never, never been allowed to cum in his wife's hand. Or her mouth, or her pussy. It had always been in his own frustrated, pumping hand, usually while kneeling on a floor, sometimes while sodomized, or orally pleasing a male friend of Celeste's. God, wouldn't it be nice…Teddy had always been of a hopeful nature!

Whack! “Oh, please, Miss Celeste!” Whack! Ted gritted his teeeth, as his hard cock pressed against Celeste's tight jeans. Having just been seductively teased, it was stiff, but with the distraction of the slamming paddle, it was flagging once more. WHACK WHACK WHACK! The harsh wood of the paddle was scorching Ted's tender thighs like there was no tomorrow. “Is it still hard, Teddy? It feels like it. I guess I better hit a little harder, eh?” WHACK WHACK WHACK! Ted broke down and began sobbing, and his penis finally began losing it's rigidity.

Celeste chuckled, and landed the thick wooden paddle right in the middle of Ted's rear, on his crack. She stretched out her arm a bit—it was getting cramped, and whacked again, this time a bit lower, bursting a small pustule from yesterday's paddling. Ted screamed, and then came the small voice. “I'm—I'm limp again, ma'am.” “Oh, good.” Celeste reached an arm around to pull Ted up by the elbow, and he came off of her lap somewhat awkwardly. As he cowered before her, Celeste leaned over and kissed away the tears coursing down Ted's face. “My little man.” She cooed. “You have to learn to be a big boy, and not have all this whining going on.”

Ted just gaped at her. Celeste was clad in a miniscule halter top that barely covered her full breasts—the top had an engaging print of peaches and apricots on it. Through his tears, Ted thought of how beautiful she was, and he loved the little kisses on his cheeks, and ooh! Was that a tongue in his mouth. Instantly he began to forgive her. “You poor baby.” Celeste crooned as she took Ted's limp dick softly in her fingers.

Pulling the tip with her burgundy nails, Celeste tickled the frenum, the sensitive area just under the glans. As Ted's wet face hovered near hers, she leaned over and kissed his neck again. “What a big man you could be if you just learned to be more manly, right?” Celeste whispered “Wouldn't it be nice if you could just learn to be a big, brave, boy?” Ted stood in front of her, trying to look manly, but he really looked very silly with his puffy eyes. As Celeste leaned over to his now growing penis, Ted got a look at her cleavage—rarely did he get to see her breasts—and there was the predictable intake of breath. Celeste snorted. Men were such funny creatures. Just a look at her boobs, which were basically fat—she'd always bemoaned her big breasts, as mostly it was the anorexic look in now—sent Teddy over the bend. And a few other men really liked her T&A…she had a definite following.

Or just a little tweak on Ted's glans would make him gasp and moan like the boiler Celeste's Daddy had tended for forty years. Look at Teddy now—snot is coming out of his nose, his eyes are all wet…but would he throw me out? Would he find a nice girl like the ones that are always smiling at him at company picnics? Not a chance. Celeste ran her tongue slowly across her lips, smudging her Wild Cherry lip gloss a bit, and smiled at Ted, who began panting. His penis was turning back into a hot little rod in her soft hands once again.

Ted moaned more…looking at Celeste was such a high, man. She'd lightened her hair for the summer, and she had such an engaging tan! “You're such a sweet baby” Cel said to him, as she tickled his scrotum with the nails from her left hand while playfully pulling his dick with her right. Oh, he was so ready to cum. What was going ON here? A week ago, Ted had reached his ninety day mark—every 90 days he was allowed to orgasm, according to their agreement, barring any serious misbehavior on his part.

They both agreed that Ted was more motivated to take care of the house, doing all of his chores and duties, and much, much more focused on pampering his darling wife when his orgasms were severely restricted. At first in the relationship it had been a monthly deal, and then once every two months, but on their two year anniversary, Celeste had proposed moving the jerk-off date to every 3 months, not even excepting Christmas and Teddy's birthday. “I can give you a tie or something, baby.”

And God knew, Ted was just great when he was desperate to cum… long sessions between his wife's legs, massages, driving her to her dates houses…and Celeste certainly did remove Ted's chastity belt now and then to play with his dick! It didn't happen as often as he read about on his newsgroups with the other slave-boys—Cel usually preferred to leave Teddy locked, she was busy—but it was a nice change every Saturday afternoon or so, for a few hours of stroking with Lubriderm. And then she'd ice him up and lock him back in, as he pleaded with her to let him cum, just once…but as Cel said “You'd be so disappointed with me, Teddy, if I gave in wouldn't you?”

What Ted loved and hated about his orgasm dates was, Celeste always had some sort of gimmick he had to go through before she'd let him cum. Once she'd beaten his cock and balls with a high-heeled shoe for half an hour. “Like my high heels, Teddy…you now know how uncomfortable they are!” Another time he'd been forced to jerk off in front of the picture window, and last summer at the beach…oh it was so humiliating. She had such an imagination, his Mistress did, and he was always breathless to see what she'd do next. This time was really puzzling, and painful.

A week ago, Ted had been all happy and anticipatory. He'd brought Celeste home a diamond pendant just to put her in a good mood. “Remember what tonight is, honey?” He had been terrified she might pretend not to remember…that would be awful. But she'd remembered, and with quite an interesting codicil this time. “Do you like it? I bought it at the Leather Rack!” It was a large, thick wooden paddle. Ted had often asked Celeste why she didn't get into corporal punishment more, as he fantasized about it, and she'd always maintained that Teddy seemed a little too wussy for that kind of thing, and besides, he was so well behaved, generally.

Ordering Ted to strip naked and cuffing him, Celeste had given Teddy his usual long, hot handjob, the long nails making him jump, and unbelievably, it looked as if she was going to let him cum, when suddenly she'd grabbed him by the hair, thrown him across her lap—soft legs that time, she was in a miniskirt—and she'd whacked him with the paddle for half an hour until Ted was limp and crying. Then Celeste had teased Ted again, and then on came the paddle—and this time she'd stroked his hair and neck, trying to get him not to cry, and it had been a bit of a while before he'd burst into tears again…and then Celeste had locked Ted back up in the chastity belt—without his orgasm!

“But I thought this was my night to cum” he'd wailed. “Why are you such a damn baby?” Celeste had asked, pretending to be angry. She'd made Ted spend the rest of the evening eating her to numerous orgasms, listening to him sob between her legs. The next day she'd fussed over Teddy, telling him he had to learn to be a brave boy, or she'd never let him cum.

Then, the next night, Celeste had again turned Ted over her knee after teasing him to several near orgasms. She'd dressed in a hot little blue-striped bikini, and rubbed up against Ted's chest several times. This time after she'd whipped him until his erection had nearly died for about the foruth time, she stroked him even faster, her nails newly painted pink til he was on the total verge so close to cumming after 92 days of celibacy…his precum was streaming all over her fingers. “Are you ready, Teddy?” she'd asked softly. “Yes Ma'am” he'd said, feeling the load of backlogged semen finally leaving his scrotum. Oh yes. “You can cum now…”

But then at the last minute, she'd thrown a cup of hot coffee on his penis, he'd screamed “Bitch!”and she'd thrown him across her lap once again, thrashing away with the paddle, and occasionally slapping his face. “How dare you call me names!” She'd left Ted to spend the night on the basement floor, after of course locking him back in his chastity belt. In the morning she'd rubbed cool emollients all over the little burns on his cock, cooing to him sweetly, and of course the cure had completely aroused him beyond belief…and then he was relocked and sent off to work…Ted was amazed that he had originally been the one to purchase the chastity belt five years before, and that he'd had to talk Celeste into putting it on him, initially. He must have been insane.

The night before had been especially hellish. Celeste had invited her longtime trucker boyfriend Travis over, and he'd whipped Ted, much, much harder with the paddle, and then Cel had done the teasing, and Travis had feigned jealousy and given Ted harsher whippings. Travis had an unusually strong right arm,and had really flogged Ted unmercifully…And then more horrible, repulsive things had happened.

But then, the next day, Celeste had played a nasty trick on poor Ted. It turned out that she'd tape-recorded the session with Travis…and a courier friend of hers, Danny, had slipped into Ted's office, and strategically placed a boom-box tape player behind one of the plants, turning it to blast level.

All of Ted's co-workers, most of whom thought he was a wimp anyhow, had gotten quite an earful. The office had rang with Ted's recorded screams and wails. “Oh, please Miss Celeste, ow! Make Master (ow) Travis stop whipping Teddy (sob) Teddy be a good boy.” Then Celeste's voice: “Teddy, will you wear a bonnet and diapers?” Ted again “Yes, anything Ow! OW! Please no more, you can pee on Teddy if you want to…I'll suck Master Travis's Yum Yum if he want! Please, you can have Mr. Happy spit all over Teddy's face, don't beat him no more.!”

It was fortunate that Ted was a senior member of the firm, and quite talented, because in addition to all the cat calling and “Mr. Happy” insults he'd had to endure from his male co-workers, and the freezing glances from the pretty office girls, there had been a bit of tension between him and the managing partners. “Don't worry about it, Teddy.” Celeste had insisted. “You're an accountant, they know you're a Nancy Boy!”

However, Ted had been so focused on his still denied orgasm that he'd not worried way much over what had been going on at work.

Part of the problem was Celeste was always just so thrilling to him! He was constantly in a state of arousal when she was around. Brushing by Ted in scanty denim shorts with stockings and high heels, occasionally flicking a long red nail on his engorged crotch, it was almost unendurable.

Celeste also was constantly kissing his neck and cheek, and enticing him into long necking and petting sessions on the couch. It got him so hot that when she'd propose another paddle-and-tease session at the end of the evening, he was feverish in getting her to unlock him… hoping that this time he would be able to release and have a great orgasm!

Now, tonight, the seventh night in a row, Ted was gearing to cum, and it didn't look good for him…but Celeste was again, pulling him closer and closer to the finish. Her fingers pulled and moved his pulsating rod and it seemed closer, closer…Oh here it CAME! Ted looked at Celeste for permission, and she nodded sunnily. “It's okay, Teddy, shoot away!” Ted allowed himself to explode into Celeste's red tipped fingers. Oh, how good it felt! It was an ORGASM! Yes! Ted's eyes rolled back in his head and he shook with joy. He looked lovingly at Celeste again. What a great girl she was… aaah.

“Well, are you going to lock me up again, Miss Celeste?”Ted asked with a rueful smile. “Well, not quite yet, Teddy.” Celeste said, picking up the paddle. Ted wanted to go to bed now, he was no longer horny, and it was all over, but here Celeste was pulling him to her once again. “What's going on, Celeste?” Ted asked curiously. My God, he was going over her knee! “One last whipping, Ted!” Celeste said in a friendly way. “No, please NOT NOW!” How could he take a whipping when he wasn't horny at all? It would be pure punishment now! WHACK! WHACK! Ted screamed and hollered, and his cock now was quite limp… it was just misery and pain! WHACK! WH ACK! WHACK!

 

CELESTE'S PICNIC

“Yes, and Ted is incredibly generous and thoughtful.” Ted groaned inwardly. He knew when Celeste started with these peculiar compliments, it usually meant she was going to share something embarrassing about him. Celeste threw back her long hair and smiled, rubbing Ted's arm, as she talked to Haley and Don, one of the other couples at the Polyamoury Forest Festival. “Ted gave my boyfriend and I a great massage the other night...Travis said it was better than a massage parlor rub, whatever that meant.” Celeste smiled again, and her husband flushed scarlet.

Celeste's tongue touched her teeth as she watched him out of the corner of her eye, and she giggled, as did Haley. Don just shook his head. Celeste giggled again and tossed her recently blonded hair. In a low cut pink top that showed perfectly tanned 36cc cleavage, Celeste was dynamite. Despite his disapproval at what she'd told him, Don clearly was quite attracted to her, but he kept looking doubtfully at Ted.

Celeste winked at Don, and then turned to smile her radiance on her husband, who was still quite dazzled by Celeste after five and a half years of marriage. It might help that he hadn't cum in four months...past his usual ninety day release date had been tacked on an extra thirty days when Celeste discovered Ted watching the NBA playoffs on tape, late at night.

“You're not allowed to watch sports at ALL, not just when you're supposed to be doing housework.” Celeste had told him as she'd thrown the tape away. “It's a violent game.” “But Travis watches sports.” Ted had pleaded tearfully. “Travis is a violent guy...but I'm learning to live with it” Celeste had grinned. “Thirty extra days without a squirt, Mister!”

And the thirty days had been up day before yesterday, and Ted had been sure Celeste would allow him to masturbate, finally. He was afraid there would be action with the paddle as there had been when he'd finished up his last three month stint...but Celeste had done something unbelievably awful. She'd tied Ted's hands loosely to his thighs, so only his fingers could touch his cock, and then she'd posed for him, in a filmy nightgown, dildoing herself as Teddy had tried desperately to touch himself, only grazing his penis with his fingers.

“C'mon, Teddy, wouldn't you like to play with my titties? Or play with your cock?” Celeste had been absolutely merciless, pulling her boobs out of the negligee and waving them in Ted's tear-stained face, as he tried desperately to free the hands that were secured to his thighs. Celeste had done a complete bump-n-grind with the dildo and several vibrators for nearly an hour before turning on some porn and leaving Ted to rub his fingertips on his stiff dick miserably.

This had been absolutely unbelievable—Ted had gotten cramps reaching his forefinger out and poking his stiff glans as he gazed at the images on the screen…his cock had waved back and forth between the fingers that could barely touch it on each side, and Teddy had bit his tongue and cried the night through, and his ball sac had looked as if it held about ten gallons of heavy cum!

The next morning he'd awoken in the chair as Celeste was locking him up. “It'll come at some point, baby..but you don't want to cum too soon, do ya?” Celeste had smiled up at Ted.

Now,Ted's cock was squirming uncomfortably against the penis lock as they stood and talked to Don and Haley at the Polyamourous Forest Festival, and of course Don had to put in his two cents about Ted massaging Celeste and Travis. “Man, I just think that's taking an open relationship a bit far, at least for me.” Don waved at another Forest Festival picknicker. I mean, I'm all for polyamory and open relationships, I tell Haley about the girls I've been with and she tells me about guys, and it spices up our sex life…but…”

Haley smiled. “Yeah, once Don and I did it with another couple, and you should have seen how careful Don and the other guy were not to touch each other, men are such homophobes, you know.” Celeste laughed. “I know…Teddy's over it, though.” Ted flushed again. He had been forced to learn to suck dicks and take it in the ass as part of being Celeste's slaveboy, but he certainly didn't want her telling people here that! Ted was on the board of the Polyamoury Society, and he wanted to be considered a real swinger.

Certainly he didn't want anyone to know that the extent of the open marriage was all on Celeste's end, and all Teddy got was to jerk off once every 90 days, for God's sake. He looked nervously at Celeste, wondering what horrible thing she'd say next. But now Don was talking. “I'm not a homophobe, my God, Haley! I'm in favor of them marr4ying, having their own bars, whatever…I just don't want to touch another guy that way. I'm surprised you were able to give Celeste's boyfriend a massage, Ted…I think I'd get too jealous, even with the open relationship and all the girls I've been with.” Haley rubbed Don's chest and smiled. “He's such a man! Too jealous!”

Celeste smiled and pulled her pink shirt down so the plunging neckline was even more in evidence. Don's eyes bulged. “Well weknow you are real heterosexual, eh, Donnie?” Celeste purred.. “Looking good there Celeste! Still with what's his name?” a guy with a handlebar moustache called to Celeste as he walked by. Celeste put her hand lightly on Ted's back. “You betcha, Clyde!” Celeste waved, and the guy with the moustache grinned. “Fifth anniversary with whats his name this week…his dick isn't nearly as big as yours but I love him!” Don laughed. “Jesus, Celeste isn't there anyone here you've not slept with?” Ted stared at his shoes.

“No accounting for taste there!” the handlebar moustache shouted back as he walked off to talk with a strawberry blonde. Celeste leaned over and kissed Ted's neck casually, and his cock swelled against the cruel prison. Why were they here? The morning had been so glorious. Still in her pink top, Celeste had had Ted stand in front of her, hands cuffed behind his head, as her long nails had pulled his foreskin up over his glans and back, and a thumb had stroked the underside of his poor neglected penis.

Celeste knew just where to tickle around the base of Ted's cock to get the fires rumbling in his crotch, and she'd danced around,sometimes moving up and sitting on his penis, doing a lap-dance as she'd done as a stripper back in Chicago during her early twenties…moving and grinding her hips and crotch all over Ted's swollen, precum covered cock until he was gasping and pulling at his bonds. “No, no…baby…you can't have a messy yet, big boy…you know the rules” came Celeste's voice in his ear as he was wafted in her Obsession perfume.

At one point she'd stripped down to her adorable powder-blue bra and panties…the bra just barely covered her nipples, and it was such a glorious sight, those full, gorgeous breasts…Ted drooled as Celeste played with his organ…but she'd said such hurtful things! “Baby, I know you want to touch my boobies in my little bra, but I only let real men play with them. I'll shake ‘em, and let you stare…but they're not for you to play with, and you know that.” Celeste had bounced her gorgeous honeys in Teddy's face with one hand as she continued to stroke and pull his suffering penis with the other, he'd cried and begged…oh please! Oh please!

This had gone on for four hours until it had been time to go to the Polyamourous Forest Festival. Four hours! Ted had been so on the brink a couple of days before, when his hands had been tied to his thighs, but then this morning it had been even more intense and he'd wondered if she was trying to drive him insane. Celeste knew everything there was to know about penises…she knew which vein's on Ted's rod to twiddle and pull, and how to lightly scratch the scrotum so Teddy was moaning and begging…sometimes in tears!

But the morning had gotten Teddy to the point that he really wanted to be on his best behavior, because perhaps soon it would be time for Celeste to give him an orgasm..and it had been a long, hot summer without one, that was for sure. Ted wondered sometimes whether the guys who wrote on the Internet about dreaming of chastity, and all that crap had ever tried to live with day in and day out long term chastity…going to and from work, dealing with college girls and secretaries in the street, getting hard in the middle of the night and being unable to sleep, and living with an incredible beauty who took absolute and total delight in just being the most evil tease when she wasn't fucking half of the city!

This morning alone was more than anything he'd ever heard about on any tease/denial site…Celeste had tugged and teased Ted's suffering shaft, interspersing teasing with kises on his lips and neck as she manipulated and maneuvered his poor organ, getting him closer and closer to the point of finishing, while whispering in his ear about how she knew how much he'd suffered, and she'd felt SOOO bad for him when she was getting laid with all those guys.

Celeste had a wicked sexy voice, and she knew how to talk about sex…hell, when Ted had been on a business trip last year, he'd called home and Celeste had conversed with him while fucking some loser she'd met in a parking lot…”Teddy…how I wish you were here to see this big cock I'm sucking just now…he is incredible!” It had been especially difficult for Ted to listen to this as his cock was all locked up and he felt as if his entire crotch was congested with semen. He'd spent a miserable evening in the hotel room after she'd hung up, and he'd almost considered suicide…

But this morning had been glorious and agonizing…. He'd been responsible for telling her to slow down this morning when she'd gotten him close to cumming by saying “red light, Miss Celeste.” Celeste would then cease her intense strokings with her long French nails until Teddy was back from the brink again. “Good boy, Teddy, I know you wouldn't want to have an accident.” And Ted had shuddered because once he had had an accident on Celeste's pretty hands, cumming hard after nearly six months celibacy, and had he paid!

Celeste had tied Ted to the bed, ankles jacked up and tied to the headboards and she had whipped his cock and balls with an old cane and wicker woven Art Nouveou carpet beater until he'd burst into frightened tears…he'd learned not to do that again. Now he always let her know with a prompt “red light” when it looked like it was getting close that he might cum Yes ma'am! He was well versed now in orgasm control.

Teddy loved being Celeste's chastity slave, loved the teasing, and the delicious humiliating environment of being naked while teased by her in her hot little outfits…but sometimes she didn't tease him for a week or two at a time…so it wasn't always easy for him…nor was it much fun to lick up his semen in a cup with a bit of sour buttermilk, or whatever evil thing she'd think of for him…at his 90 day mark!

Once she'd saved his cum, and then three days later had poured it all over his salad, along with some other cum she'd gotten elsewhere when they'd been in the restaurant with an important client. “Ted likes this special protein-based salad dressing.” She'd explained, and Teddy had had to slurp it up!

But now, Celeste was talking to Don…”Perhaps Ted could help you become more comfortable with a man's body…it might mean more action with other couples, eh, Haley?” Haley smiled and nodded. Ted was alarmed. What the fuck did that mean?

“Ted help me be more comfortable with a man's body? The hell--?” Don's jaw dropped as he looked suspiciously at the uncomfortable Ted. Celeste smiled at Don. “Well, you know Ted pretty well, y'all were in the R.O.T.C. together, you play squash, all that good shit, and you're both in the Polyamoury Society…Who better to help you get comfortable with male-male sexuality?”

Ted looked imploringly at Celeste. “Honey please—Don doesn't really want to…” Celeste giggled, and her eyes glinted wickedly. “Oh, I'll talk him into it. Don, if you let Teddy help you get bisexually acclimated, I'll do something for you I never do even for Ted! I'll give you a sloppy blowjob right afterwards, and Haley can help me.” Haley nodded encouragement.

Twenty minutes later in the woods Celeste's plan was going rather well. She'd stripped off her top and half-bra and Don was sucking and kissing her beautiful full breasts greedily, as his cock was occupied with poor Ted. “Now just let me keep rubbing your dick in Ted's face, all over his cheek.” Celeste was pushing Don's dick all over Ted's face, across his closed lips, as Haley's hand was clutching his hair, pushing his face further into her husband's crotch.

Ted was so unhappy. Not only was he about to be forced to suck cock—disgusting—but Cel was allowing Don to kiss and suck her precious candies…those lovely breasts that were ALWAYS denied to him, except on rare occasions when he assisted in her bath! Then he was allowed to wash them for just a few minutes. But he never, NEVER was allowed to kiss and suck them like Don was now—not once in the five years of their marriage! Ted grimaced as the penis pushed around his face, and winced as the little twigs on the ground were pushed into his knees.

Don looked down. “Ted's not enjoying this, Celeste, I thought you said he's a bisexual.” Don was right. Kneeling on the ground in the woods with his squash partners dick being r ubbed all over his face, Ted was pretty miserable. But what could he do? Ted was terrified that Celeste would tack on another 30 days for disobedience. “Yes, you're right, Teddy needs some kind of reward, too, like maybe he should be able to jerk himself off.” Celeste reached into her purse and passed Ted the key. “Take off your clothes, baby, and you can have whack-off time…but you gotta give Don some pleasure!”

Ted undressed and unlocked his chastity device and grabbed his dick and began pulling it quickly. Celeste reached down and pinched Ted's ear. “Baby, open your mouth, give Don a good time.” Ted looked desperately at her. “Or we could lock you up again, baby…would you prefer that?” Ted breathed hard, and gaped at Don's dick, and then his own. Finally he took Don's hard penis in his mouth and began sucking.

“That's good, now you just keep sucking on my boobs, Donnie…and let me give you a few long kisses. You keep up down there, Teddy… be a little slavey boy like Mommie wants!”

Ted had sucked quite a few penises since marrying Celeste, she felt that she wasn't cheating on him if he messed around with her lovers, too…or that's what she said. He took his penis in his left hand and began pulling but after a minute or two, Celeste grabbed Ted's arm. “Go slower, honey…you've got a lot of pleasuring to do.”

Celeste turned to Don. “Honey, why don't you grab Teddy by the ears and skull fuck him…do it hard..you can suck on my nice titties while you do it, and Haley will lick your ear.” Don looked doubtful. “Does Ted want that?” Celeste smiled. “Ted will do whatever I want him to, right, dear?” Ted nodded mechanically, and a moment later, Don's dick was down his throat, and Don had Teddy by the ears and was pulling and pushing, in and out, while Ted coughed and choked on the huge penis.

Suddenly there was a rustle in the trees and the fellow with the handlebar moustache and two others came up. “Celeste, I hear you're giving bisexual adjustment lessons with Teddy here! I'm always up for a free blowjob! John and Bill are too!” The others nodded assent. Celeste smiled. “That's great, boys..and the same terms..you can enjoy my honeys, too!”

Ted suddenly spat out Don's cock. “No, Miss Celeste, absolutely not. I'm not going to suck off all these guys, you can't make me. Not even for an orgasm.” Celeste delicately stepped back from Don, pulling her little powder-blue bra up over her breasts again. “Honey, I think you will, if that's what I want…you're here to perform a service…”

Ted got up, his penis was rock hard, but that was enough. He would run off and jerk off or something. This marriage had gone too far in the femdom aspects, he thought. “Look, I just can't do it.” Celeste smiled, and turned to Don. “Do you have a penknife honey? I thought I saw you using one to open a bottle.” Don handed her his knife, and Celeste walked over to a tree and cut off a branch, and began trimming the little twigs until it was a long switch. She bent it and looked at it carefully as all the men including Ted admired her in her powder blue bra and tight jeans.

“You're not going to whip me to get your way either, Celeste—OW!” The switch suddenly struck Ted harshly on his glans, the very tip of his super-erect cock. WHACK WHACK! The switch landed two more times, and Ted fell to his knees, moaning. “Derrick” Celeste addressed the handle-bar moustached fellow. “Grab Teddy's arms and throw him across that stump there. I've got some serious attitude adjustment to do here!” She motioned to John. “Go cut a couple more switches with Don's knife…we've got work to do on Teddy this afternoon.”

Soon each man, including Don had a switch, and they all began whacking Ted at once as he struggled on the stump.

About a mile away, two park rangers heard blood curdling screams coming from the thick forest. “What the hell's that, Gordie?” Gordie listened and smiled. “Nothin we want to be involved with Oliver. Those perverts at the Polyamourous Festival are doin' their thing. Let's go get lunch.” And so they did, trying to ignore Teddy's agony.

THE END