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I have been married to my wife Jana for nine years and up to about two years ago we have led a pretty normal life. We did what most married couples did. We went to work, enjoyed each other's company, and found pleasure in each other's arms, remaining faithful to one another. We were very happy with the arrangement, until about two years ago when things were set in motion to put us in the lifestyle we live today.
I always considered myself lucky to have met and married Jana. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon and never thought in a million years that I would call her my wife. I always thought she was out of my league but I took a chance to ask her out and was rewarded for my bravery. Jana is a petite blonde, standing 5'4" with an hourglass body that most women would die for. Her 36C breasts accented her body perfectly and her velvet pussy, with a thin strip of soft blond pubic hair, could be closely related to heaven.
So what happened to change our life forever? I guess you will have to read on to find out.
Two years ago I doing some research on the internet for a paper I was writing on racial turmoil for my college thesis. I was searching for many topics that would be confrontational enough to set a strong ground for my project. I am not racist but having some argumentative topics in the thesis made for good content to elaborate on. One of the search results was linked to a MSN Group (R.I.P) titled Black Cock Property. I registered for the group and started looking around to see what it was all about. As it turned out, the content of the group was mainly focused on the right of black men to own white females, be they single or married. I was mesmerized by the sight of white females giving themselves over to strong, dominate, black males to use however they sought fit. Some pictures clearly showed wedding rings glowing on the women's fingers. After about five minutes of browsing around I realized that I actually had an erection that intensified every time I saw a wedding ring sparkling, knowing that this was someone's wife being given over to a black man. I found myself returning to this site and others like it, intent to include this topic in my thesis. As it turns out, the professor found the topic to be original and gave me an excellent grade for a thesis that was different from the many boring one off's he normally received.
With my thesis completed I had no reason to continue accessing Black Cock Property yet I found myself returning to the site anytime I had a few moments to myself. I also began fantasizing about Jana being one of the reparations being paid to black men and began to masturbate to the pictures and fantasies. The deeper I sunk into my fantasy; more topics began to surface and interest me. Some of these included Cuckoldry, Chastity, Cream Pies, and husband submission.
I started hiding pictures, stories, and movie files on my hard drive. I hid different topics in different locations so that if any of the files were discovered the entire truth about my fantasy would not be known. The more I jerked off to these topics, I found myself becoming less interested in sex with Jana and my performance in the bedroom began to decline. I made up for my inability by focusing on getting better with oral sex and dedicating allot of effort to making Jana orgasm with my mouth instead. It seemed to fit my fantasy better and Jana never complained since she was getting better head than she had ever gotten.
I came home from work one day just like any normal day, but this wasn't any normal day, as I was about to find out. My life would never be the same after today.
Shortly after entering the house Jana called down the stairs, "Baby, can you come up to the bedroom and help me with something?"
When I got to the bedroom there was a shocking surprise waiting for me. On the bed, clad in a super sheer white teddy with thigh high stockings and garter belt, was my wife Jana with her make-up meticulously applied and an evil grin on her face that I can't ever remember seeing from her before.
Seeing the shock on my face, she took control of the moment, gesturing towards a chair near the bed, "Baby, we have to talk. I want you to take off all your clothes and sit here for me."
I had never known her to take control like this before but I hurried to comply with her wishes in fear that she would stop if I didn't obey. Every story I read over the past few months that focused on wives dominating their husbands seems to swim through my confused thoughts.
I know you have been hiding something from me lately and I want to bring it out in the open so we can talk it out," she began, speaking softly the ease the tension she could clearly see on my face. "Three weeks ago I was having some troubles with the computer and I asked my sister to come over and have a look at it."
My heart was racing. Her sister was an experienced IT professional and there was little doubt she had found all of my hidden fantasy files.
"The good news is that she found the problem. The other news is she found your hidden folder. We spent about an hour looking at your files and reading the stories in almost disbelief. I began to wonder if this was something you wanted me to do for you. Christina asked me if I wanted her to delete the files but I told her just to get rid of the virus and show me how to get back to your hidden folder."
My head was spinning but I heard her say she found my hidden folder, which I took to mean only one of them. But which one was it? Which fantasy did she know about? What dark secret of mine was she now curious about helping me to experience it?
Jana let that sink in then continued, "I never realized that you had a chastity fantasy. Do you have a fantasy about being locked in a chastity belt? I see your dick getting hard, which I could take as a yes, but I want you to answer."
I took a few seconds for the lump in my throat to go away before answering, "Honey, I do have a fantasy about being locked up and having the decision on when and how I can orgasm dictated by someone else, but to be honest, I don't know if it is anything more than a fantasy. I have never done anything like it before."
She smiled and nodded as she began to speak, "Is this why you have been less enthusiastic during sex and more attentive while going down one me?" she asked me in a questioning tone. "Yes, I have noticed quite a change in that area as you may have guessed.
I decided I was going to be honest about my feelings on chastity; I was not, however going to reveal the deeper cuckoldry fantasies that I felt she knew nothing about yet.
"I would say that it played a major part in my bedroom performance." I answered in a very subdued voice. "I have been stroking myself every chance I got thinking about it, about 7 or 8 times a week."
She just grinned at me and said, "Thank you for being honest with me. I will return the favor and be honest with you. For the last three weeks I have been in a state of constant arousal thinking about locking you up in a cock cage. I looked at your pictures and read the stories you seemed to like enough to save. I have been getting myself off twice as much as you have!"
She shifted on the bed and reached into the nightstand table, withdrawing a small white cardboard box which she placed tenderly on the soft mattress in front of her.
"I spent the first week after I discovered your files reading articles and even talking to other wives that I met online who keep their husbands chaste. I wanted to learn as much about chastity and denial as I could. Two weeks ago I ordered this," she whispered seductively as she pulled a clear, plastic CB-6000 and small brass padlock out of the box she pulled from the nightstand moments earlier.
I have been married to my wife Jana for nine years and up to about two years ago we have led a pretty normal life. We did what most married couples did. We went to work, enjoyed each other's company, and found pleasure in each other's arms, remaining faithful to one another. We were very happy with the arrangement, until about two years ago when things were set in motion to put us in the lifestyle we live today.
I always considered myself lucky to have met and married Jana. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon and never thought in a million years that I would call her my wife. I always thought she was out of my league but I took a chance to ask her out and was rewarded for my bravery. Jana is a petite blonde, standing 5'4" with an hourglass body that most women would die for. Her 36C breasts accented her body perfectly and her velvet pussy, with a thin strip of soft blond pubic hair, could be closely related to heaven.
So what happened to change our life forever? I guess you will have to read on to find out.
Two years ago I doing some research on the internet for a paper I was writing on racial turmoil for my college thesis. I was searching for many topics that would be confrontational enough to set a strong ground for my project. I am not racist but having some argumentative topics in the thesis made for good content to elaborate on. One of the search results was linked to a MSN Group (R.I.P) titled Black Cock Property. I registered for the group and started looking around to see what it was all about. As it turned out, the content of the group was mainly focused on the right of black men to own white females, be they single or married. I was mesmerized by the sight of white females giving themselves over to strong, dominate, black males to use however they sought fit. Some pictures clearly showed wedding rings glowing on the women's fingers. After about five minutes of browsing around I realized that I actually had an erection that intensified every time I saw a wedding ring sparkling, knowing that this was someone's wife being given over to a black man. I found myself returning to this site and others like it, intent to include this topic in my thesis. As it turns out, the professor found the topic to be original and gave me an excellent grade for a thesis that was different from the many boring one off's he normally received.
With my thesis completed I had no reason to continue accessing Black Cock Property yet I found myself returning to the site anytime I had a few moments to myself. I also began fantasizing about Jana being one of the reparations being paid to black men and began to masturbate to the pictures and fantasies. The deeper I sunk into my fantasy; more topics began to surface and interest me. Some of these included Cuckoldry, Chastity, Cream Pies, and husband submission.
I started hiding pictures, stories, and movie files on my hard drive. I hid different topics in different locations so that if any of the files were discovered the entire truth about my fantasy would not be known. The more I jerked off to these topics, I found myself becoming less interested in sex with Jana and my performance in the bedroom began to decline. I made up for my inability by focusing on getting better with oral sex and dedicating allot of effort to making Jana orgasm with my mouth instead. It seemed to fit my fantasy better and Jana never complained since she was getting better head than she had ever gotten.
I came home from work one day just like any normal day, but this wasn't any normal day, as I was about to find out. My life would never be the same after today.
Shortly after entering the house Jana called down the stairs, "Baby, can you come up to the bedroom and help me with something?"
When I got to the bedroom there was a shocking surprise waiting for me. On the bed, clad in a super sheer white teddy with thigh high stockings and garter belt, was my wife Jana with her make-up meticulously applied and an evil grin on her face that I can't ever remember seeing from her before.
Seeing the shock on my face, she took control of the moment, gesturing towards a chair near the bed, "Baby, we have to talk. I want you to take off all your clothes and sit here for me."
I had never known her to take control like this before but I hurried to comply with her wishes in fear that she would stop if I didn't obey. Every story I read over the past few months that focused on wives dominating their husbands seems to swim through my confused thoughts.
I know you have been hiding something from me lately and I want to bring it out in the open so we can talk it out," she began, speaking softly the ease the tension she could clearly see on my face. "Three weeks ago I was having some troubles with the computer and I asked my sister to come over and have a look at it."
My heart was racing. Her sister was an experienced IT professional and there was little doubt she had found all of my hidden fantasy files.
"The good news is that she found the problem. The other news is she found your hidden folder. We spent about an hour looking at your files and reading the stories in almost disbelief. I began to wonder if this was something you wanted me to do for you. Christina asked me if I wanted her to delete the files but I told her just to get rid of the virus and show me how to get back to your hidden folder."
My head was spinning but I heard her say she found my hidden folder, which I took to mean only one of them. But which one was it? Which fantasy did she know about? What dark secret of mine was she now curious about helping me to experience it?
Jana let that sink in then continued, "I never realized that you had a chastity fantasy. Do you have a fantasy about being locked in a chastity belt? I see your dick getting hard, which I could take as a yes, but I want you to answer."
I took a few seconds for the lump in my throat to go away before answering, "Honey, I do have a fantasy about being locked up and having the decision on when and how I can orgasm dictated by someone else, but to be honest, I don't know if it is anything more than a fantasy. I have never done anything like it before."
She smiled and nodded as she began to speak, "Is this why you have been less enthusiastic during sex and more attentive while going down one me?" she asked me in a questioning tone. "Yes, I have noticed quite a change in that area as you may have guessed.
I decided I was going to be honest about my feelings on chastity; I was not, however going to reveal the deeper cuckoldry fantasies that I felt she knew nothing about yet.
"I would say that it played a major part in my bedroom performance." I answered in a very subdued voice. "I have been stroking myself every chance I got thinking about it, about 7 or 8 times a week."
She just grinned at me and said, "Thank you for being honest with me. I will return the favor and be honest with you. For the last three weeks I have been in a state of constant arousal thinking about locking you up in a cock cage. I looked at your pictures and read the stories you seemed to like enough to save. I have been getting myself off twice as much as you have!"
She shifted on the bed and reached into the nightstand table, withdrawing a small white cardboard box which she placed tenderly on the soft mattress in front of her.
"I spent the first week after I discovered your files reading articles and even talking to other wives that I met online who keep their husbands chaste. I wanted to learn as much about chastity and denial as I could. Two weeks ago I ordered this," she whispered seductively as she pulled a clear, plastic CB-6000 and small brass padlock out of the box she pulled from the nightstand moments earlier.