Chaste Husband 5 – Shaven

We had a lovely “vanilla” night on Tuesday when our friends Kelly and Simon came round for a meal. At one point when Angelina asked me to pour her some wine I answered “Yes Miss”, but luckily no one noticed. I was however nervous that Angelina might at some point accidentally refer to me as Chastityboy which wouldn’t be quite so easy to disguise or explain but luckily I needn’ have worried.
We were both knackered after they had left, but before I could jump into bed Angelina handed me my collar.
“Just in case you’d forgotten,” she said with a wink.
I have to admit, having spent the night as Paul I had, but dutifully fixed it round my neck.

Last night I got home early with a plan. I’d read on an excellent Yahoo group that some guys are able to escape the CB3000 and I thought I’d have a little experiment. There was no way I could pull it forward from the front with the Points Of Intrigue there but I tried to push my balls back through the cuff. With quite a bit of pressure my left testicle popped through and I was hit with some major pain between my legs. It felt as if my ball was going to explode and I had a deep, dull ache in the bottom of my stomach (any guy who’s ever been kicked in the balls will confirm this HURTS LIKE HELL!!!). I paused for a couple of minutes and started to try and push my right testicle through the cuff. The more I pushed the more it hurt and in dawned on me that there was no way it was going to pass through and join the other one…and even if it did how was I going to get it back on? At that moment I heard the front door and reaised Angelina was home. Quickly glancing at the clock I realised I’d spent nearly an hour on my futile escape attempt. I jumped up, suddenly remembering the dull ache in my balls, pulling my boxers and trousers back on, and went into the lounge.

Angelina glared at me and I panicked – how the hell did she know what I’d been up to?!? It turned out she didn’t, but there I was fully clothed minus my collar! She marched me back into the bedroom and ordered me to strip and then secured the collar around my neck.
“Wait here,” she said curtly and left the room, coming back in with the spatula from the kitchen.
“Please, not that again,” I pleaded, covering my crotch with my hands.
“Lie on the bed and take your hands away,” she ordered, before sitting on the bed.
“What the hell has gone on here?” she demanded, immediately noticing my left ball absent from the cuff.
“That’s what I was trying to tell you,” I lied, “It must have slipped out when I was at work.”
“Slipped out?” she asked raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure it didn’t have any help?”
“No, I was in the office and I felt it move.” I figured I had nothing to lose. Thank god she doesn’t know about this blog!!!
“Well we best put you in a smaller cuff hadn’t we?” she replied.
She went over to the chest of drawers and got our handcuffs out of her knicker draw. She ran the lead from my collar down my back (and boy that steel is cold) and attached the handcuffs to the end. Ordering me to put my hands behind my back she snapped the cuffs into place before again leaving the bedroom.
She came back in with her purse, opened the small pocket at the back and brought out the keys to my padlocked CB3000. Sitting on the bed she reached out and unlocked me from my cage.
“Ergh, what a smell little willy!” she exclaimed, “Follow me.”
She took me into the bathroom and ran the basin full of water. Getting a sponge she lathered it up and then lathered it around my cock and balls. God it felt good – the first attention it had received since New Years Eve. Not surprisingly it sprang into life.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Angelina asked looking up at me and staring me in the eye.
“I’m sorry, Miss. I can’t stop it.”
“Well I can,” she replied, pouring a glass of cold water and throwing over my growing cock. Another glass followed it and an erection was “thankfully” (sic) diverted.
She lathered up my cock again and got a disposable razor and shaved the base of my cock and my balls. Of course a cnother couple of glasses of cold water were needed, before Miss A dried me off. She gave the CB3000 parts a quick was, dried them off and lead me back into the bedroom.
She got the box with the spare CB parts out and got the next cuff size down out (the middle size). Pulling my cock and balls out from my body she used her other hand to fit in, snapping it shut. Poking my cock into the main part of the unitshe used her index finger to stuff my cock as far down into it’s cage as it would go. The POI and the main pin were added and the padlock snapped back into place. I was surprised how tight the cuff was on me, when you see the cuffs together they hardly look any different, but now my balls bulged out even more than they had before.
I was sent to make dinner whilst Miss A went for a bath. After dinner she suddenly remembered I hadn’t had my punishment so the spatula was brought out again and I received six stinging stroked to my poor, exposed balls. The rest of my evening was spent tiding the bathroom (“Especially all that water you’ve got all over the floor!”) and then a basket full of ironing, whilst Miss A settled in front of the TV with a bottle of wine.

I woke up in the night (nothing new there then) with an intense pain in my genitals. It felt like I was being pinched either side of my cock. I went to the loo and the pain seemed to subside, but after I’d been back in bed for a few minutes it returned. I looked over at Miss A sleeping and knew I couldn’t wake her. God she looks more beautiful the more I look at her. I couldn’t believe my luck in being able to lie next to such a sleeping beauty. I vowed to myself I wouldn’t let her down again, and do everything exactly as she told me.

I woken in the morning I was rather alarmed to see my balls had swollen up and the pinching feeling a actually starting to burn. I told Miss A and was meant with “Oh well, you’ll get use to it.” Charming!

I’ve always been a rather arrogant and proud person but I was now exploring a new side of me. I was no longer the male peacock preening and strutting. I was learning something about being more caring and thoughtful…no longer putting myself first, but rather this beautiful and divine woman.

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