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Chastity for Prudence — 5

Painfully ever after

John

“Oh my God, you make me feel so good!” I couldn’t prevent myself from calling out my delight as my beautiful wife’s pussy clamped around my cock. The feeling was magical, touching far more than my body. My heart sang.

As I pushed into her glorious tightness, I knew I would do anything for this woman. Her body had captured my soul. I thrust faster, changing my angles to ensure I delivered maximum pleasure to my gorgeous wife. It was one of the ways I could serve her, my queen.

To serve her was all I wanted to do. To protect her as her knight in shining armor was all I needed. I rose up on my hands and feet to increase the power of my thrusts in the hopes of bringing this beautiful woman a satisfying climax.

“Oh, my darling, I love you so much,” I cried out. I changed my position again to find new places to pleasure inside my bride, conveniently freeing my hands. My thumb found Prudence’s clit and circled the nubbin, bringing us both closer to the edge. Soon, we would explode into ecstasy together. I felt so proud to be of service to such a goddess.

“Oh, Sir, I’m so close,” my beautiful wife called out.

Sir? Wait — what?

Aaaaaah, fuck. It had happened again. I had fallen under the spell cast by her magical pussy. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs. I had learned the hard way that a knight in shining armor was not what Prudence needed. To truly protect my queen, she needed me to be her king, not her servant. I had to act accordingly.

I drove my cock balls-deep into that special place and stopped moving. I grabbed her breast with one hand and squeezed. My grip distended her flesh, sending her nipple towards the ceiling. I removed my thumb from her clit and slapped my open palm across the swollen bud.

“No! You cum when I give permission, not before!” I slapped her face and then her breast again.

“Yes, Sir.”

A few more tit-slaps, and I was able to regain the dominant persona that had reclaimed my wife from her former Dom. I maintained my hold on her breast and lowered my other hand to her thigh. Driving my thumb into the nerve cluster between her adductors, I painfully pressed her wide open. I released the pressure point and, slowly, I resumed thrusting as I caressed her inner thigh.

It seemed I needed to fully focus and put all my Kung Fu training to work if I was going to handle this challenge.

Prudence

“I knew you would come looking for me. I’m surprised it took this long.”

I felt a chill run down my spine as I heard his voice behind me. But unlike the last time, it wasn’t a burning arousal, instead I was struck by a cold anger. This asshole of a man had almost destroyed my marriage (with my help), and now he wanted to gloat? I had a different idea.

I spun to face my former Dom and saw he was wearing his work clothes. In a flash, I guessed what had happened.

“You changed stores so you would be farther away from John and I, didn’t you?” I mocked, startling Allen with my uncharacteristic boldness. As soon as I saw him take a step back, I knew not only did I have the upper hand right now, but that the hold he used to have over me was gone. I no longer viewed him with desire, but disgust.

Taken back by my unexpected assertiveness, Allen took another step back and stuttered his reply. “N-No. It’s a, a better commute to here,” he lied.

“Bullshit,” I said with a huge smile.

He stood up straight and attempted to regain his dominance again. “You’re the one talking bullshit, Prudence. When you didn’t see me at the other place, you went to every other store looking for me. Admit it!”

I just laughed.

“I’ll prove it. Touch my cock! Right here in the middle of the store!” he ordered.

This time I felt no need to obey this man’s order, but I did remember a certain Kung Fu move John had shown me. I would obey my Sir and rid myself of this irritation at the same time.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said as I stepped close. With a quick upward tiger-claw strike, I grabbed his balls. The thin fabric of his cheap pants gave no resistance, and I was able to fully squeeze the sensitive sack. I felt my fingernails dig into Allen’s scrotum as he let out a yelp of pain. Slightly twisting his most sensitive of areas, I smiled as his knees buckled.

“Allen, let me explain what’s going to happen. You are going to let me finish shopping today and after that I will never come back here. And you will never go back to your old store. Because — and I want to be very clear here — ”

Twist. Squeeze.

“If you bother me ever again, I won’t get my husband to beat you up. Next time, I’ll kick your ass myself.”

The look of fear and surrender in his eyes almost made me curious to explore the dominant side of the game, but I knew my Sir would never be so easily cowed. Perhaps another woman? A question for another time.

“Do you understand?”

Twist. Squeeze.

“Yes, Prudence,” he whispered, averting his eyes.

I released my ex- boyfriend’s testicles and he staggered, catching himself on a display of oranges to prevent his collapse. I turned and walked away without bothering to even look back. I have no idea what he did, but I didn’t see him again and finished my shopping without incident. I was so proud of myself and knew, beyond any doubt, that my complete being belonged to my beloved husband.

John

When I heard Jim talking to the other under-belts about how his manager, ‘Man-Bun’ Allen, was embarrassed by some hot woman giving him a tiger-claw to the nuts, I knew I had to get home as fast as possible to see if what I suspected was true. I got Jeff to cover my classes and left the gym.

I was concerned that Allen may come to the house again and who knows what would happen then. The only sounds I heard when I got home, however, were the clinking of dishes and Prudence singing to herself as she cooked. She looked up from her mixing as I came into the kitchen.

“Sir? I thought you had a class,” she smiled. “But I’m glad you’re home. You’ll never believe what happened.”

“Did you encounter Allen? I think one of the kids at the gym works at the same store. He was talking about a gorgeous woman giving his douchebag boss a shot to the groin.”

I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. “I knew it was you as soon as he said ‘gorgeous.’”

“Oh Sir, you would have been so proud. I got him good. He won’t be bothering me anymore.”

She kissed me again and continued, “he had no control over me. I felt my bond with you the entire time.”

“You know what this means, right? Can you stop cooking for a while?”

“Anything for you, Sir, of course. But this would be a good time to take a break,” she said with a huge smile growing across her face. She put down the bowl she was mixing.

I took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. When we arrived, I pulled her to me with a passionate kiss. Prudence began unbuttoning my shirt as I released her. I allowed her to remove my shirt and then open my pants.

My wife took my semi-hard cock out of my boxers and began sucking me as she lowered my clothing. I held her head in my hands and buried myself down her throat as I stepped out of my pants.

Prudence was used to being face-fucked now and I was immediately able to pump deep and hard. I continued to pound her throat for a few moments, but her mouth wasn’t what I wanted now.

I stepped back and ordered, “Strip for me, wife.”

Prudence stood and began to sensuously move her hips as she lifted her shirt. My gorgeous wife continued to dance and remove her clothes until she stood before me in only her chastity belt.

I took the chain from my neck, grabbed the lock, and pulled her to me. I slid the key in and asked, “Are you ready for this?”

“I wish I was shaved, but I am desperate for you, my Sir.”

“I think waxing you might be a fun game for us later, but that will have to wait.” I opened the lock and belt, then removed it completely and tossed it aside. A gentle push guided Prudence to sit and lay back on our bed. I positioned myself between her thighs and placed the head of my cock against her drenched slit. I slid up and down for several moments and then slowly pushed into my wife’s vagina for the first time in almost 3 months.

“Oh, Sir, yes, yes, yes!” Prudence cried out as I pushed deeper.

She was tighter than I remembered, due to the lack of use outside of the occasional fingering in the shower. I had to proceed slowly. I didn’t want to hurt my beloved, after all.

Prudence

I was delighted that my Sir had taken off my belt and was taking my pussy for the first time since the incident, but I was concerned that he could fall back to his old ways.

And I was right to be concerned, because I could tell he quickly reverted. He was making love to me with passion, and it was delicious. I loved making love with John. He touched me in ways no other man had, but I needed him to be the Sir he had become. A subtle reminder, perhaps.

“Oh, Sir, I’m so close,” I called out as I approached an edge that I had been denied for too long. I saw him suddenly realize what happened and break himself free. He paused for a moment and then those degrading and punishing slaps I loved so much began to rain down on my tits and face.

Oh, thank God!

Alternating pain with pleasure, my Sir took me even higher than ever before. The gentle caressing of my thigh after the painful pressure point led to a delightful circling of his thumb around my clit.

“Not yet,” he growled as the circle became a sharp pinch!

“No, Sir,” I managed to groan, again denied any release.

The delightful circling resumed, sending me back towards the edge. My Sir tipped his hips to change the angle, so the ridge of his glans triggered that delicious tingling in the special place on the roof of my pussy. He suddenly grabbed my throat with an odd grip surely named after some kind of animal, but all I knew was that it compressed my throat in a most erotic way.

“Cum for me,” he ordered.

That was all I needed to push me over. The delightful motions of his cock and thumb on my pussy, the choking pressure on my neck, and the understanding that this man was my true owner and soulmate all combined to force an explosion more powerful than anything I had ever previously experienced. As my body shuddered and convulsed, I could feel my Sir emptying his seed deep into my body as he climaxed with me. We vibrated together in ecstasy for what seemed like days until we both eventually came back to reality. Sir rolled off of me, but then pulled me close into his big spoon, holding me tightly.

“I love you so much. I want you to have everything you need and desire, and to give you everything I can. I know it goes against our new dynamic a little, but you must tell me if you ever need me to do anything for you.” He pulled me even closer and with kisses to the side of my neck, he chuckled, “Consider it an order.”

I pulled away from him a tiny bit, and said, “There is something I do need now.”

I got up and gathered my chastity belt and the lock off the floor. Returning to my husband’s side, I handed him the lock. “Please, Sir. May I please keep it on?”

Sorry about the delay in the finale of the story. Real life and tiny-dicked cuckolds got in the way.

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