“Caught in Chastity”

By

B. J. Frazier

Copyright 2019. All rights reserved

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Table of Contents

Author's Note

Caught in Chastity

It Wasn’t What I Wanted - Title

Author’s Note

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Epilogue

About B.J. Frazier

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Author's Note

This book contains erotic fiction with graphic sex and is intended for mature readers only.

My sincere and devoted thanks go to Thomas Antonson for his editing acumen and his ability to understand which word I really meant to use.

Please visit my website: bjfrazier.com

I know there are a lot of books for sale, and I thank you for choosing mine.

Happy reading,

~B.J.

Severe Content Warning: B.J. Frazier books contain *plots* and *well-developed characters*

Enjoy!

“Caught in Chastity”

I’m a thirty-six-year-old Londoner with a wife and a mistress, but it’s not what you think.

See, normally, in public, she’s my wife. In the house, she becomes my mistress. I’m not really sure how it started, but our marriage has become an FLR or female-led relationship.

And I love it.

She dominates me.

It started out subtly, with her initiating our sexual encounters--before, I always had to ask or suggest.

Then she stepped it up by suggesting various sexual positions before ordering me to please her.

I loved it. What man wouldn’t?

The training came next, except I didn’t realize I was in school.

I remember one night she came home from work stressed out and in need of a hot bath. I ran to draw it for her. As she sat in the tub, I rubbed her feet, her shoulders, and her neck. When she got out, she said she had a headache that only a good pussylicking could cure.

I moved into position for the antidote, where I ate her to three screaming orgasms.

Please understand, I’m not good at a lotta things, but I know my way around a pussy. To be able to get her off makes me proud, and I get hard whilst eating her.

By the time she was coming down from the third one, I was pumping my hips into the mattress. I couldn’t wait to be inside her.

But she claimed her headache hadn’t gone away, and she needed to go to sleep.

No sex for me.

I think that was the turning point.

She’d never left me wanting before that night. Our sex life was great!

Or so I thought.

Of course, I assured her that I’d be really quick. When that didn’t work, I begged. Man, when you’re hard, you do some pretty crazy things, don’t you?

I begged for a blow job but she said she couldn’t possibly with the headache. So I begged for a handjob, and she scoffed. I even begged to fuck her titties but she didn’t want to be jostled around. She needed complete silence and ordered me out of the room.

As I say, for the first time since we’d been together, she left me hanging.

Literally.

Dumbfounded, I retreated to the living room. I was so aroused that I yanked myself out and wanked one off. I hadn’t done that in years.

Still rather dazed, I took a shower and crawled into bed, careful not to disturb her.

Thus began my training to become what I am today: a cuckold.

She denied me continuously after that. In the beginning, she made sure I still pleasured her before making with the excuses. She was too sore. Or she wasn’t really into it. Or she was much too tired.

Eventually, the excuses simply turned to, “I don’t want to.”

At first, I jacked off in bed next to her or on the couch. I was positive it was just a phase that wouldn’t last.

Each time I pleasured her, I became consumed with the notion that this time she’d let me fuck her.

Each time I became more aroused...and each time I was rejected.

I never stopped begging, though, as my need was massive. Her excuses faded, as I said, and she grew irritated with my begging.

One day, I skipped the begging altogether.

Automatically.

I’d splashed her fluids four times with my tongue and fingers before she shoved me aside. When she did, I rolled over and automatically began self-pumping.

That’s when things changed again.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I, uh--well, you said you were done, and I need to get off, so I’m taking care of it, yeah?”

“I don’t think so.”

What?!

She’d interrupted my stroking, and I’d been on the edge before that, but still, it never occurred to me to tell her to bugger off.

“Come with me.”

She walked into the living room and pulled up a femdom porn clip on the computer.

“This is how you’re going to get off from now on, love; watching femdom porn.”

“Aw, babe, you know I’m not into porn, really. I know how to get myself off, yeah?”

“It’s not a request.”

She said it simply and confidently, without consideration that I might protest. Right after, she motioned to the chair, and I sat. While she stood behind me, she leaned over and clicked play. As I watched, my dick tented my boxers.

“Rub yourself.”

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