Karl's Year In Chastity

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A bit more effort and I think you’ll have a proper six-pack!” “I think it’s killing me, but yes I’m getting there!” he chuckled. “Asha – does this mean…” “What?” she asked innocently. “C-can I…I mean, will you…will you unlock me tonight? Please, Mistress! It’s been so long!” “It’s been less than a month, darling – are you seriously telling me you can’t handle a month without coming?” “But it hurts!” he whined. “My balls ache all the time now!” “That’s perfectly normal, sweetie. How many times a week did you jerk off before you met me? Three? More? I’m sure it was more – when you weren’t screwing all those girls from telesales.” Karl blushed, but remained silent. “You know, Karl; until you started whining just now, I was planning to give you a hand job as a reward for reaching a hundred sit-ups. I was so proud of you.” “Really?” “Past tense, sweetie. I was planning to – I’m not anymore. I’m still proud of your achievement though.” Karl groaned. This was f*****g crazy! How could he cope with it? It was one thing to admire Asha from afar – but something entirely different to be allowed so close to her without actually being intimate. And he couldn’t even masturbate now he was locked in the chastity device. “Mistress – that’s not fair!” he said softly. “I’ve tried! I’ve really, really tried! But I just don’t understand how I’m supposed to earn my freedom! I’m confused about it – please don’t punish me because I can’t read your mind!” Asha laughed. “But, Karl, my darling – reading my mind is exactly what I expect from a good slave. If you really are in tune with me, you should be able to just that. You should be able to guess what my needs are so you can make sure you satisfy them without me asking.” Karl stayed silent – somehow he thought that anything he might say at this point would just make things worse. “Well?” she asked. “What do you have to say to me?” “I-I’m sorry, Mistress.” He said it automatically. He assumed she wanted him to apologize – he just didn’t know what he was apologizing for. Unfortunately Asha seemed to know that too. “Sorry for what?” “Sorry…sorry for not being able to…” “Oh Karl!” she said, laughing at him. “You poor thing – I know I’m being cruel to you.” She leaned forward and held his face in her hands. Karl leaned toward her and their lips brushed. “I love you,” she whispered. “I love you!” he told her, feeling tears prick at the back of his eyes. “And I want to be with you! All of you!” “You mean you want me to unlock you so you can have an orgasm,” she told him. “No! I want you to unlock me so we can make love together. So we can make each other happy!” “Sweetheart, I don’t need to unlock you for you to make me happy – you know that!” Karl gritted his teeth in frustration. “Are you being selfish?” she asked. “Your big, manly c**k is so full of spunk, and you just want to get some pleasure for yourself! You don’t care about me at all, do you?” “I love you, Asha! And I do care about you! Why don’t you care about me?” There was an awkward silence. “I…I’m sorry, Asha,” Karl whispered. “I really didn’t mean to say it that way. I’m so screwed up! I just want you so much!” Asha nodded, and stood up. She held her hand out and helped Karl to stand. “Come along with me, sweetie,” she whispered. Karl’s mind was in turmoil. He and Asha had enjoyed a lovely hot shower together, and then he’d massaged her with baby oil. Her skin was like dark honey, and he loved to stroke every inch of her with his fingers. Normally at the end of a massage like this he’d go down on her, and of course he’d remain in chastity. But this time it was different; Asha rolled onto her back, and pulled him down to her for a kiss. “There’s a small pair of scissors in the top drawer on your side of the bed,” she whispered. “They should be strong enough to cut through the plastic tag on your chastity device.” “Really?” he gasped. “It’s…it’s OK to do that?” “Pass me the scissors, Karl.” His hand was shaking as he opened the drawer. The scissors were right there as she’d told him. He lifted them out and gave them to Asha. “Keep still, sweetie.” She carefully cut the numbered tag locking the chastity device to his c**k. They used a plastic tag because Karl did so much air travel with his job. “I’m just going to give you a wipe – I know you try to stay clean, but I want to make sure, OK?” “Y-yes!” he almost sobbed. Asha used facial wipes to gently clean his c**k – which had sprung into life almost as soon as it was free from the chastity device. Karl gasped, and groaned with pleasure at her touch. “Hey!” she chuckled. “I don’t want any accidents!” “Sorry! It’s just…I feel I’ve waited for this moment for so long.” “Honestly, Karl – I’ve been expecting it. I told you before; I’ve tried to do this with other men. I was hoping you could be strong for me, but I know how difficult it is, sweetie. Don’t feel too bad.” Karl winced inwardly – she really had warned him about this. She’d told him about the other men who’d wanted to try being her chastity slave. But they’d given in – and now he’d given in too. He felt like crying; she hadn’t stayed in a relationship with those men. And now he knew he was on the point of losing her too – and for what? One orgasm? Asha eased herself over him. “Don’t feel bad if you come really quickly the first time. I’m sure you’ll last longer the second time! And we have all night together, my darling.” “I’m going to please you, Mistress!” he said, almost crying with relief now. “I promise!” As her p***y slipped over his c**k, Karl gently stroked Asha’s beautiful breasts. She closed her eyes and moved over him slowly. He saw a tear trickle down her left cheek. “You’re crying!” he gasped. “What’s wrong?” “It’s just because I’m so happy!” she chuckled, leaning forward now and kissing him. Karl sighed with pleasure – God; she felt so good! He wanted to be inside her forever; but then the thought of what he was doing hit him again – now that he’d given in to his s****l urges would Asha still want him? She nibbled his ear and whispered softly. “Is there something you want to ask me, Karl?” “What?” “Ask me. You know what I want. I’m hoping you want it too.” Karl felt a cold shiver run down his spine. “B-but it’s…it’s just so wonderful to be inside you! Please, Asha…I can’t!” “Ask me.” Her fingers were stroking his n*****s. This was so amazing! “Will you…” he croaked. He couldn’t say the words. “What, sweetheart? What do you want me to do? It’s OK, my love – you can ask me.” Karl had to force himself to swallow. “Asha…Mistress…will you please…lock me away?” Asha smiled, and kissed him on the cheek. “But your c**k feels so wonderful inside me!” she whispered. “Don’t make me take it out! It’s giving me so much pleasure, Karl.” He stifled a sob. It was giving him so much pleasure too! “I think…I mean I really want you to lock me away.” “But you haven’t come yet, sweetie. Don’t you want to come? You said your balls are aching.” “I can handle it!” “Well…if you’re really sure?” “Yes!” he gasped. “Please, Asha – but you need to do it now! I can’t hold back.” She chuckled softly. “But I’m so turned on now, Karl. What will I do?” “I c-can please you, Mistress. Like I normally do. Asha – you really need to…” Asha eased herself away from him. Karl gritted his teeth, and tried to think of other things. He’d been seconds away from the point of no return. Now he felt the dull ache again in his balls. “It’ll be a while before you fit back in your little prison, sweetie. Why don’t you lick my p***y while we wait?” “Yes, Mistress!” “And what do you say, Karl? Are you forgetting your manners?” “I’m sorry, Mistress. Yes – thank you for letting me feel your p***y around me. It was so wonderful!” “And?” “And…thank you for not allowing me to be selfish?” Asha smiled. “I suppose that’ll do. Go on then – make me happy.” “Yes, Mistress,” Karl sighed.