“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

Lisa’s Lies

Author’s Note

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

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

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.”

“Babe, really, I--”

“Rub yourself, I said.”

Her confidence was enthralling. She’d delivered an order, and I moved to carry it out. I grabbed my cock and shot my load before the five-minute clip was over.

“Don’t come to bed before the dishes are done.”

She went to sleep, and I did the dishes.

For the next two weeks, after my chores, she sat me in front of the computer with a previously-selected femdom clip. They ranged from prostate massages to orgasm denials to mistresses having their way with tied-up subs.

As the days passed, it look less and less time for me to orgasm to the clips.

Since she’d stopped having sex with me, the once-a-day clips were my only chance to get off. I wasn’t really thinking during that time. Going from all-you-can-eat sex to a lá carte, if any, put a massive damper on my brain activity.

By the time the fortnight was up, once I’d finished my chores, my cock would be salivating for the proverbial porn bell.

One night, she didn’t ring it, however.

She rang my cell instead.

Calling to say she was going out with friends, she told me she’d queued a clip, and reminded me that I was only allowed that one. I was to be waiting in bed to eat her out upon her return.

So, yeah, my brain wasn’t functioning properly, as I said. But fuck me, I’m still a guy.

I watched her porn clip, but I figured it was the wrong one, because it was about a guy being fitted for a chastity cage. It didn’t contain any sex. There was no stimulation. And it was only fifty-six seconds.

Surely, she hadn’t expected me to get off to that. There was no doubt in my mind that it was a mistake. So, I selected another one--a femdom one at that!

See, the training had already seeped in by that point. I actually sought out a clip where the woman tied the man to posts and turned him red with a crop, a paddle and a flogger.

More than that, I jacked off to it!

Okay, it was actually even more than that.

That was the first time I’d ever envisioned myself in the scene. I actually wanted to feel the crop’s sting, the paddle’s whack, and the flogger’s swoosh. I wanted to know what it felt like to be red.

I wanted to be used!

In fact, I got so caught up in the imagery that I watched more. I couldn’t stop. Having fallen into femdom abyss, I edged to the teetering point.

The cell yanked me back to reality. She texted a pic of her slightly-glistening cunny. The text read: “I can’t wait to rub this all over your face! See you in five!”

The combination of her command, the thought of her grinding dominantly against my mouth, and the timing sent me into a panic. I texted back, “Mmm, can’t wait!”

I quickly searched for a femdom pussylicking clip, imagined us in it, and came the instant the dominatrix sat on his face.

Then I rushed like hell to shut down the computer and get into bed. I was pulling up the covers as I heard the flat’s door open.

She dropped her things by the door, and I heard the click-clack of her heels approaching the bedroom. My cock throbbed, despite expending a recent load. She said nothing as she entered the room.

She flicked on the light and strode to the bed with a hefty amount of determination. As I thought about the clip coming to life, precum dribbled.

Keeping her clothes on, she climbed over me and scooted her sex over my face. Being in a short skirt, I could see she’d taken her knickers off. She gripped my hair and ordered me to lick her as her pussy covered my mouth.

We’ve never been in a position like this.

Normally, she was on her back while I ate her. Occasionally, we’d do a sixty-nine with her on top.

But nothing as powerful as this--well, she had the power; I was merely the underling.

The first lick told me she was already so wet. My cock felt like it hadn’t shot a load in a month, I was so turned on!

I was being used, and I loved it!

She used my hair like a joystick, moving my head into position, as she ground against my tongue. Her orders were constant: faster, slower, suck, lick, and very carefully, use your teeth.

There were times I thought I’d pass out, but she lifted her arse just in the nick of time and ordered me to breathe. I sucked in a couple of breaths before she smothered me again.

The final order nearly sent me over the edge: “Make me come!” I plowed my tongue into her hole before flicking her clit, sucking it and using the back of my teeth.

I was nearly out of breath when I felt her tense, but it was far more important to get her off first. She shuddered an orgasm before staggering to her feet. I gulped air and watched her with a stupid grin.

“Well,” she glared at me, “you were a good boy waiting in bed and licking me off. But let’s just see if you were a good boy in following the rest of my instructions, shall we?”

I’d been on a submissive high coupled with the need to come again, and I hadn’t realised just how serious she was nor how drastic the repercussions were going to be.

She looked over her shoulder when she reached the doorway. “Come on, then.”

She continued walking without looking back; confident that I’d follow.

I did. I tossed the covers back and, with my cock leading the way, I padded after her.

When I caught up to her, the computer was coming into focus.

“Were you a good boy, dear?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I played along.

She opened the browser and went to the site. Within seconds, she glared over her shoulder.

“This is your last chance to come clean, dear.”

“Nothin’ dirty here, love,” I joked, shrugging and pointing to my clean and naked body.

She didn’t smile. Instead, she opened the drop-down history of the last clips visited. I had no idea there was such a thing!

Still, this was just a game, right?

“What do you have to say about that?!”

I smiled again, getting a bit rattled by her lack of humour. “I say, love, I watched your clip. Like a good boy, I might add, yeah? But I figured you must’ve queued the wrong one. There wasn’t anything sexy about it. Here, let me show--”

She smacked my wrist as I reached for the mouse. The slap was as startling as it was electric.

I froze.

Like, literally froze. My arm was held mid-air.

Now, you must understand that this reaction was totally unlike me.

She’d come into my space before--like, in mock wrestling and in trying to get food off my plate. My reflexes had been rapid, and, every time, I’d grab her wrist and hold her arm behind her back. Sometimes she did it intentionally as foreplay, and she’d wiggle her ass against my crotch.

In fact, I’ve never not grabbed her before.

That time, though, my eyes were the only things to move, and I looked at her. Her eyes sparked with a fire I didn’t recognize, and her lips parted into a wicked grin.

She knew at that point that she’d won.

She grabbed my wrist from the air and pulled it behind my back.

Abruptly.

The pain sent a line-drive shot of desire straight to my cockhead. She kicked my knees forward, causing me to drop.

“Stay there as I review this evening’s selections.”

I didn’t move. I was in a daze, and my emotions were everywhere. Lost in thought, I didn’t realise she was glaring again until she spoke.

“Keep your head down, disobedient boy.”

She hadn’t yelled nor was she overly mean, yet I felt reprimanded. I immediately bowed my head in shame.

There was something in the back of my mind reminding me that I wasn’t like this. I didn’t take orders; I gave them. But the throbbing in my cock overruled my thoughts.

I sat and listened to my previously-viewed clips whilst on my knees with my head down. Soon, my dick was raging again. When all the clips had played, there was a tiny pool of precum under my pointed tool.

When she tapped her shoe on the head of my cock, it bounced.

“I see the chastity cage clip didn’t get you hard so you opted to watch submissive males getting beaten, is that right?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I maintained my position.

“Did you get off to them, you bad boy?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And I can see you’re pretty keen on them after having a second go, eh?” She tapped her foot in front of my puddle.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You knew what your instructions were, did you not?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Did you follow them, then?”

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