In Control

The New Year started out with a bang at midnight! Fireworks around the world exploded 150 ft above crowds of thousands of people. As some celebrated with a yell, a scream of celebration, a kiss at the stroke of twelve… Some people welcomed in the New Year with soft steady breaths, with eyes closed and unconsciousness reigning. That was my wife and I. We were tucked in bed after putting the children down, watching a show, and then doing my absolute favorite thing right before sleep.. talk and laugh with each other. That intimacy and affection is the perfect gatekeeper to a calm and peaceful night sleep for my wife, and the ultimate aphrodisiac for my mind to provide vivid dreams of her.

So, while I say we brought in the New year with peaceful relaxing sleep, I’m only half telling the truth. The other half of the truth is that I brought in the New Year with a swollen sex trapped in my wife’s unrelenting grip. My mind was replaying the smile on her tired and sleepy face a couple of hours earlier when she leaned over and kiss me good night. She lovingly patted my trapped balls and rolled over facing away for me. I’m moaned as my cock began to swell in my cage and the discomfort of not being able to get hard ensued. After about 60 seconds, I whispered to my wife “please baby”. I could hear her smile through her response. “ I’m sorry, baby. I don’t have the key remember? We dropped it in the mail and it will be waiting in our hotel here in a couple days. Don’t worry, you will have as much of me as you can handle then.” my cock twitched again at those words, and I let out another grown as I felt pre-cum dripped down into my sheets. Since sending the key off, she has required me to sleep naked and not get dressed after a shower at night.

She then Turned her head towards me over her shoulder and said “ why don’t you come over here a little bit closer. I want you to spoon with me.” The thought of that and knowing that it would drive me crazy is how my evening went, and how my wife fell asleep. Just after the ball dropped in Times Square, I finally drifted off to sleep, accompanied by a wet dream that was fit for the celebration 2025 deserves. That fact only became obvious once I awoke in the early morning hours by these vivid dreams. Not by an alarm, not by my wife rolling over to wake me up with a soft hand on my chest, or her smooth leg dragging across my lower body, causing my manhood to stir under the sheets. But rather, from a dream of nibbling on her sexy ears, while whispering dirty talk in them as I hovered over her lithe body, only connected by our sexes coaxing pleasure from one another between our legs.

I rolled out of bed and went downstairs to get a fresh cup of coffee and try to reduce the amount of blood that was engorging my cock at 6AM. “It’s just not fair” I thought. How come I am sitting here locked up at 6 AM dreaming about my wife, when a week ago, I would have rolled over with Morning wood and been selfish enough to decide to wake her up and make her accept my lust for her? It is like trying to tame a beast inside! Then it hit me. Wait a minute… That’s exactly what she’s doing! Instead of letting me be selfish and wake her up, she is currently taming my lust and desires. Instead of being selfish and taking what I want when I want it, she is upstairs sleeping with a smile on her face, while I am downstairs building my passion for her. I was struck with how well this is going for her. It is the perfect plan! I then got mad that she was living her best life while my manhood is constantly aching and dripping out of my cage. It made me more upset to realize that it aroused me to no end how blatantly she is controlling me. I am used to having a say and making the decisions. And in the span of just a couple of weeks, I am sitting in the dark, sipping my coffee with wonton lust, clouding my head from the moment, I wake up to the moment I go to sleep. That is it I realize… This is exactly what she is trying to do. And just the thought of her winning the cat and mouse mental game makes me twitch and moan into my coffee cup.

Sitting down on the couch with my mug in hand, I thought about 2025. The new year. What was I going to try and focus on and what promises was I going to resolve to keep? Of course, being horny provided my line of thought for me, but not being any less in level of importance. I thought about my commitment to keep Blair constantly in the loop on my feelings for her, and my desire for her even though I generally have done a poor job of that. Maybe that’s another reason she took to this Chasity thing so well. She is thoroughly enjoying all of the extra attention, touches, petting, and overall neediness of her man towards her. Something she was not getting before.

I thought “Dude, you want your wife so badly right now that you’d consider going to wake her up right now again, knowing it would just be to beg for a release of some sort and plead to be allowed to eat that pussy my dreams have kept me obsessed with all night.”

Oh yes… focus. How to start the New Year off right with her at the forefront of my thoughts? The familiar butterflies and tingling inside washed over me again. My wife deserves to have me mind, BODY, and soul today. I should make January 1 the crowning Jewel of the last couple of weeks with this Chastity play. She’s should get such a pampering that she will feel like she has accomplished her goals.

However, I want to have sex with her so badly today I thought as the blood behind my cage surged. I began to fault in my plan and instead started thinking about ways to get out of this cage myself. But what better way to start 2025 than with giving my wife the ability to say yes or no to my desire for her? Also, give her the pleasure of knowing throughout the day how much my passion for her surges? And with that, I resolved to embrace the horny, embrace Blair’s pleasure, and punish my swelling Cock today by giving up total control of my manhood, but vowing to bring her more smiles, giggling and orgasms than she could handle.

Later in the morning once I was allowed to dress, the kids were awake and we were all eating breakfast, I gave my wife the drivers seat to my smoldering lust by catching her in the pantry. I quickly stepped in behind her and close the door behind me. Surprised she turned around, and I immediately push her up against the shelving. Our lips connected and I pressed mine hard against her, betraying the level of passion and desire. I already had for my wife at 8:30 AM “Mmm…” she moaned approvingly into my mouth. “I… uh… neeed you to know…” I half spoke and half groan in between pressing my lips to hers. “You are the only thing on my mind today and I’m gonna make you pay for that. I’m not going to leave you alone, and your pussy is not going to catch a break. I don’t care if you’re in the mood or not… I’m going to be ripping pleasure out of you throughout the day.” I demanded, trying to take some of the control I am so used to having back. Although my shaky voice and lust filled eyes betrayed my authority slightly. Blair smiled and decided to play along. “That’s right” she said smirking as my lust for her began to rise to a boil. And my control of the situation, razor thin.

All it would take would be her re-asserting her authority over the situation. However, she decided to make it worse, and mock my authority. “I am so sorry to have been teasing you for the last couple of days, sweetheart” she said in mock submission. “I understand and will accept whatever punishment you give me… If you are sure that my pussy is not going to get any rest, why doesn’t my big strong husband prove it right now?” she whispered through a level of desire I have not seen in her for a while. She was so hot and horny for me already. This game was working to my advantage I thought. I’m going to take back control. I smiled and replied; “ that’s right baby… You’re mine and I am going to remind you of that.“ my artificial authority was gaining steam. It was my cock talking and not my brain. Otherwise I would have realized I was setting myself up for a trap, but by the time I did it was too late.

I began making out with her in earnest. I slid my hand down her body. I slipped inside of her waistband and panties. As my fingers slowly slid over her swollen sex, I realized she was so wet and hot for me and from the situation. I pressed my middle finger into her slit and began to softly rub her. She began to moan into my mouth and broke the kiss off, closing her eyes and tilting her head up, exposing her bare neck. I attacked the exposed flesh with soft kisses and light nibbles. I began to increase the intensity as my plan was unfolding to rip an orgasm from her, standing in the pantry face-to-face… Her body, helpless to my menstruations. I was going to stand there and watch her pleasure boil over as I held her by the neck with my right hand, and was beginning to rub furiously with my left. I was also so hot and horny that I did not realize that my arousal level would cause a reversal to happen so quickly.

Just then, my wife’s eyes opened, and she stared at me. Two lust filled animals, looking at each other, deciding who’s will would take charge and dominate the situation. Suddenly, her hand grabbed my wrist softly yet firmly, causing me to stop rubbing. “Oh… baby. You are so hot when you’re turned on like this.” She remarked buttering me up. “ so strong and sexy… I love your punishment… But you know what would feel a little better?” My aroused mind not putting the implications together yet. “ your tongue always feels a little bit better inside me, baby. My big strong husband should punish me on his knees with his tongue… Looking up at me.” Instantly, My cock stiffened in its confines and precum unceremoniously leaked out into my boxer briefs.

My horniness at a level 10 caused my realization to be slowed… My brain wasn’t completely firing on all cylinders. My wife smiled as she saw the aroused confusion in my eyes “ isn’t that right baby? We both know your tongue feels better?“ Blair mused as the hand on my wrist and another hand on the top of my head, began to slowly put pressure downward. She then whispered “Mmm… Why doesn’t my needy…, locked and horny little husband… get on his knees, where he belongs to punish me?” my manhood, was swollen to bursting point behind its cage as my knees suddenly touched the pantry floor. I was looking up at her and confused Shock as she pulled her pants and panties down.

My gaze was forced to her crotch as she tilted my head down to stare at it. Her smoothly shaven pussy lips were swollen and engorged with her love button, poking out already and pulsing slightly.

God, she was wet and horny.

I couldn’t think straight

Blair stood there expectantly with one hand on my head, the other stroking my cheek.

“That’s a good little boy… come punish your naughty wife with an orgasm.”

Her hands gently began to pull me closer to her crotch as she leaned against the shelving and thrust her hips forward slowly to meet my waiting mouth.

My mind was a blur

I was so hot and aroused. I couldn’t think straight.

The only thing that was overwhelming my thoughts was the Sight in front of me and her heavenly sex, pouting for my attention.

What was I going to do to her today? Orgasms? Punishment? Giving her so much pleasure? Cum? Me not cumming? Wait what? What was the plan? I get out? I punish her?

Dominance… I was going to take back control.

Just then, my mouth connected to her sex, and I began to lick her outer lips. I then formed an O with my lips and wrapped them around her clit beginning to suck.

Eliciting several moans of approval, I looked up.

My beautiful and perfect wife was looking down at me with an evil grin on her lips. Her hands still holding the back of my neck, adding pressure to her sex.

“That’s right… ah… you’re mine baby. And I’m …. Nnh….going to remind you of that. Isn’t that what you said to me? Huh?… I uh….ah… Is this your punishment? Oh baby… Oh what a good boy. What a good locked little boy. I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to unlock you when we get to our vacation.” She began to admit.

“ if I get punished like this every day for keeping you locked,… mmmm… oh yeah right there…. imagine what my pleasure will be when you want to pamper me!” Blair moaned and bit her bottom lip.

Then she began to chuckle to herself. “Ha, awe… my big strong man isn’t quite as in charge as he was thinking is he?… No… My sweet little boy is so cute when he tries to take back control.” She whispered. My cock began to ache and I felt like I was going to explode I groaned into her pussy. She looked down at my hips thrusting at nothing. “Oh no, no, no… don’t you dare cum in that cage again. I’m not done with all of your big mean punishments for today.” And with that, she orgasmed harder then I have ever seen her orgasm. Her whole body began to shake like a leaf, her pussy gushed juice, and her stifled, silent yells and screams of passion passed silently.

She caught her breath and pushed my head away from her so I was kneeling, still sitting on my heels. I gazed up at her blankly in total surrender and need.

She pulled her pants up, looks down at me and smiled. I just looked up at her with pleading eyes and whispered “babe… baby… I need”

Immediately she cut me off. “ you know? I think I am going to let you take care of the breakfast for the kids today… I will head up and take a hot shower and get ready for the day. You can handle that right?” She smirked. I resigned myself and simply nodded as I was trying to keep from spasming in front of her.

She leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Good boy”.

She opened the door and walked out, leaving me an absolute mess. Control??? Who is in control?? Man I’m in trouble. I struggled to my feet, trying to readjust my shorts and then began to replay the scene in my head.

It suddenly hit me… Did she just say something about not getting let out??? Right then. I began to panic!