Man of His Word

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Chris groaned and held onto the chair for support. He brought his nylon-clad legs together and balanced himself atop his heels as he waited for the vibrator buried deep inside him to subside. 

“What’s wrong, Christa?” said a voice behind him. His wife stood in the room with her arms crossed, a pink remote held in one hand. Christ wanted to reply, but as the vibrator grew in intensity he had to bite his lip to suppress a moan. 

“If I didn’t know better, I would say you are enjoying your new toy” purred his wife. “But that can’t be, not with what you said, right?”. 

Chris knew fullwell what his wife referred to, last christmas they had gone to visit his wife’s family. One of her male cousins had bought along his husband for dinner. Chris hated the way “those people shoved their choices down out throats” as he put it. However, he had kept quiet for most of the dinner. that is, until the excessive amounts of wife loosened his lips. 

The things he had said that night had been truly horrendous, calling the couple every slur under the sun and then some more. Claiming how sick he was of “their kind” and how “anyone who likes to take it up the ass deserves to get their dick cut off”. 

After his drunken tirade, Chris had passed out. When he woke up, he didn't remember a single thing, but he did notice the chastity cage locked firmly over his groin. 

His wife made sure to inform him of what he had done the night before, and how that was more than enough grounds for divorce. However, she had decided on something else, she would give Chris the chance to prove his conviction. 

Chris of course accepted without question; as rotten as hi heart was, he still loved his wife deeply. That was his first mistake. 

His wife laid out his sentence for him: if he could endure 6 months in the cage, all would be forgiven. While 6 months was a long time, Chris was confident, he was a convicted man after all, he’d just have to tough it out for a bit. However, his wife wasn’t going to make it easy. 

First it was the underwear, she had one day thrown out all his normal pairs and replaced them with lace panties. He tried to fight it but his wife dangling the keys to his cage in front of him along with the looming shadow of divorce was enough to get him to give in. Panties became a daily thing. 

stockings and heels came next, he’d wear a thong with suspenders holding up his nylons under his work trousers only to come home, lose work attire and slip on a pair of black pumps. His wife seemed delighted to see Chris struggle to go about the house with thrown off balance. The results of Chris’ new diet didn’t show themselves until the halfway mark, he had slimmed down so much it scared him. Adding on top the corset his wife had gotten and Chris easily looked as feminine and delicate as can be. His skin has softened up and it all this time his wife hadn’t allowed him to get a haircut. When he looked in the mirror he didn't see Chris, but an attractive petite woman. His arousing reflection only served to remind him about the cage that kept him hostage. 

By the fifth month, Chris, or has his wife called him now, Christa, had used so many sick day leaves from his job that he was sure he had been fired. His day was now dedicated to housekeeping as per his wife instructions. Months of sexual frustration kept Chris constantly on edge, but he knew he could hold on, at least, until his wife brought home the vibrator. 

She paired the devilish device with a plug and some ankle cuffs to make sure Christa got to feel them with every last step he took, she’d turn on the vibrator randomly, making Chris stop in his tracks and use all his will to not orgasm. Now, with just a week remaining, Chris digged his manicured nails into the chair cushion as he felt and immense pressure building up. 

“Just one more week, Christa, one more week and you’ll be back to your old self” said his wife. 

Chris whimpered and felt his wife increase the strength of the vibrator, his knees felt weak, his head felt light. JUst one more week. The vibrator reached its max and Chris let out a high moan as a wave of ecstasy crashed over him like a tidal wave. He stood there, unable to move as his legs shook and he could feel a fluid flowing out his cage and dripping onto the floor. His wife smiled. 

“So close”, she said. Chris could barely breathe, still riding his orgasm, His wife simply sent a text on her phone; she’d make sure Chris was a man of his word, or rather, a woman.