MIXED FETISHES

Preface: I feel the need to warn prospective readers that this story may be too gross, too tame, or too BDSM for you. Depending on your personal experience, you may feel the chaste periods too long, or too short. Or you may not like the 'added fetish' that figures prominently.While I can't promise you you'll like this little story, I CAN promise you it is genuine.

Recently I turned 40. Before my birthday, my wife asked me what I wanted and I think my reply only startled her momentarily.You see, I am no stranger to chastity, in fact, belted or not, my sex life is perpetually governed by my wife's whim. It is a logical and practical extension of her overall dominance to control me sexually, and ideally suited for our particular situation. You see, despite my wife's adventurous and experimental nature, she and I are opposites when it comes to sexual frequency. I would have sex with her or myself, every day if I could, she's more content with being regularly pampered and having actual sex only when the conditions and her mood are right.. So unfortunately, left to my own devices, I could easily revert to being a habitual masturbater and wind up ignoring her subtle but important wants. At least that was what sometimes happened before she started controlling my release. Now she has an eager and attentive servant to give foot rubs and pour wine, give massages and bathsAND be ready for sex when she wants it. And to really highlight my submissive state, even these doting activities have become earned privileges rather than duties.with deliciously humiliating price tags( be they a good paddling, butt plugs, penis clips, or yes, even extended total chastity ) attached. Now, instead of rubbing my penis,' sexual activity' means rubbing her feet and paying for the privilege of doing so by wearing a chastity belt and butt plug! And ironically, like many submissive men, I myself was the one to actually propose this arrangement (though it didn't take long for my wife to recognize a good deal when she saw one.) I am resigned to what I am, but I admit, Iam sometimes embarrassed by it too.

But all this is just background to what happened only a few months ago. For no other reason than circumstance I found myself already two weeks chaste when I suggested for my present another O-less week, with an interesting option to extend it a week more. Now keeping me from masturbating is much more appealing to my wife than purposely keeping me totally sexless, though she does find an occasional dry spell to be an amusing change of pace and a boost to her authority. So my wife agreed without hesitation and I found myself soon after pampering her feet gratefully while futily trying to pop to erection in the leather and steel ring belted cage I was now locked in. My penis looked like one of those mortedella sausages you see hanging in Italian delis.. the ones that plump around the stringy net that encloses them. Anyway, for me the third week of abstinence is always the toughest and this was no exception. I hovered around my wife fawningly the entire week treating her to anything she wanted ,since these pamperings were the closest thing to sex I could hope for. During that week, I was also given a combined total of her past "Birthday whacks" and my own with a particularly challenging switch she wields with expertise. The next day, work was a delicious rush of secret humiliation, as I moved among the vanilla world with my penis caged and my bottom welted. As the end of the week slowly arrived, I was in quite a state. It was then we discussed my possible extension. The premise was simplicity itself: I could enjoy a particular treat in exchange for another sexless week. The interesting catch was the treat itself: two minutes of analingus. I should explain that my wife is very finicky about where and how she is touched or not touched, and her anus is usually off-limits, although she does occasionally grant access as a special treat. More typically her pink " * " is one of those things that she gleefully withholds despite my pleas. I know I am neither alone nor in greatly numbered company when I confess my fascination with my wife's anus. There are those who think analingus is the most revolting thing one could do, but there are devotees to the appeal of pretty pink puckers even among the staunchly vanilla so I know my fetish is not unique. For the uninitiated, I should clarify that while analingus is not considered a 'safe sex' activity, it is not (depending I'm sure on one's partner) as gross as it may sound. Physically, it is a fun place to play with and not at all repellant.but psychologically.well.. even an afficianado like myself can't escape the subservient implications of having your tongue up someone's butt! My wife is ambivalent about the sensation and has had different reactions on different occasions, but ironically, she unhesitatingly loves having the rest of her gorgeous bottom kissed, so I am frequently teased by the sight of her forbidden pucker always hovering just within reach but well outside of privilege. All this considered, the proposed bargain held enormous appeal. I was three weeks O-less, ready to burst ,and she knew it. How crazy (or desperate) would I have to be to accept such a trade? We were both curious to find out, and with no further ado, no special prepping or preening, just her very real, very charming ,end-of-the-day ass as bait, she pulled down her p j bottoms and straddled my chest, and undulated her pale wide bottom over me teasingly. "You know" I reminded her, " it's been a long time since I enjoyed that cute little thing of yours.". "You know what it will cost you" she teased back playing the temptress. She'd then lower herself way down just up to my face,and then pull up quickly. " I don't know if I can handle another week, I'm ready to explode now." " That's fine too, but then you get none of this."she teased with an exaggerated wiggle. It seemed crazy, but with every tittillating movement my choice seemed clearer. Finally I broke "OK, OK, I'll take the extra week." Calmly, smugly, my wife asked for my watch and lowering herself down over me said" OK Begin". I strained to get the most out of my deal. But while frantically worshipping and probing that tight ring, it occurred to me how dearly I'd have to pay for these two minutes. I actually blushed at the realization that I had bargained away my release just so I could prove what an eager little ass licker I was. How much lower could I sink? Still, even as my penis throbbed hopelessly, I figured I should at least enjoy the current thrill of this usually forbidden indulgence while I could, so I concentrated on THAT, savoring my treat until my wife announced "Time's up." Now I had nothing left but the memory, the slight lingering taste of her, and the fact that seven more days without orgasm lay ahead.

A day or so later I gave my wife a full lavender -oil body massage by candlelight, and I guess my woeful state was obvious during my lustful devotion. "Horny?" my wife asked softly. "Yes, very " I assured. She smiled "I imagine so. And to think, you still have most of the week to go." The rest of the week was torturingly uneventful, and circumstances caused my release date to come and go in a blur of obligations. It wasn't until a full 30 days had passed that I got to finally have my orgasm, and even that was a comedy of desperation. I was to be responsible for my own satisfaction this first time out, and my wife would just be an amused spectator. Naked and beltless, it was up to me to bring myself to come with my hands cuffed behind me and no vibrators allowed. Looking around I came up with a strategy. I opted to snatch a towel from our bathroom and draped it over the foot of our sleigh bed. Then I sort of sandwiched my penis against it and began to rock back and forth causing my penis to ride up and down. My wife said it looked like the 'Caddyshack Gopher' until I came gratefully and copiously. My wife admitted I was quite entertaining. I was just glad I hadn't been tempted beforehand with any other deals. Who knows what I might have agreed to?