Caitlin and Mistress Vicky

The idea of having a child made me think. My wife had been hinting at wanting to get pregnant lately. How that squared with her stated intention of never letting me penetrate her again was a mystery. She had male friends at the office I knew about, a few of which I had known before we were together. One in particular; his name was Chad and they had always been friendly.

I knew very little about what she got up to there now. After we had married she terminated my position in favor of wanting me to be a homemaker. Every time I had asked her about any work related matter, she would reply that I shouldn't "worry my pretty head about that complicated stuff".

Could she be seeing Chad? Sometimes she came home late, but I assumed she had to put in more hours. She was a little disheveled on occasion too. Sometimes her pussy tasted a little differently on the many, many occasions that she wished for oral sex.

I felt the familiar mix of jealousy and arousal when I imagined her and Chad. My captive little clitty tried to swell up, but of course it couldn't. The cursed device down there never failed to keep me frustrated and horny. My wife had put it on a year ago when she caught me masterbating instead of doing my chores. I still remember that night, in particular my fiery ass cheeks, my aching insides from a soapy enema, and the thick buttplug keeping it in. She'd made me beg for forgiveness before she had finally released me, but not before attaching the chastity device with a satisfied air.

After that, I was lucky if I got to orgasm every three weeks. With that kind of leverage she had swiftly turned me from part-time sissy to full-time maid. My old clothes were thrown out and replaced with several french maid outfits as well as a few different dresses for special occasions. By then I learned not to complain or I would be facing both a longer chastity term and a swift trip over her lap. For a slender woman, she spanked very hard. I wish I could tell you that I had faced those spanking sessions bravely, but in reality I was always reduced to tears and helpless squirming.