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Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2001 11:10:03 -0400
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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you will be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete file.  Otherwise ....enjoy! Pleae note: This work is 
copywited to Nessus and is not to be used for commercial by others. This 
includes posting on pay sites



One Side of the Conversation

By

Nessus

FD CB Mast Humil
Part One


"Darling, stop that and come over here for a moment. We need to have a 
little talk.  I know I told you to wash my clothes but you can finish that 
later. Sit here next to me."

"I'm sorry, darling, I know I shouldn't giggle but it does feel strange with 
you naked except for your little chastity belt thing while I'm fully 
dressed.  You think I would be used to it by now but, there you go."

"Darling, I have some good news and some news you may take rather badly. 
Don't interrupt. I would think you wouldn't want to get me angry, darling. 
You should know better. Well, I should think you would want to apologise. 
Now, stop kissing my feet and sit back here."

"Now, I think it's been about six weeks since I let you milk yourself. What? 
It's been ten weeks? My, how time slips away. No darling, I wasn't trying to 
punish you, I didn't realise it was so long. I do have other things on my 
mind, you know Martin can be demanding. Don't pout, darling, Martin is very 
good to me and not many women my age have such a young attentive lover."

"I find these tantrums of yours very irritating. You know this is your 
entire fault! You were the one caught embezzling, not me! And Martin was 
obviously attracted to me and that's why he proposed the arrangement. You 
could have refused, darling, prison can be quite acceptable these days. It 
was your decision and your complaining just gets me upset. Don't keep 
apologising, my feet are getting wet from your drool. Sit up here on the 
sofa."

"Anyway, you remember Natalie, that nice lady doctor down at Croydon? I 
explained what had happened and she said males should not go for extended 
times without milking as it's bad for the prostate or something."

"Why shouldn't I tell her? It's not a secret is it? It's just a chastity 
belt, for God's sake! I don't care how embarrassing it is for you. Can I 
finish? All right, get back on the sofa and there is no need to start 
kissing my feet the moment I raise my voice. This is the good news. She said 
you should get milked at least once a month."

"I know you said that, I just didn't believe you!. We both know you would 
tell me anything so you could get to play with that little thing of yours. 
I'm sorry, darling, but compared to Martin it is little. Don't be so 
sensitive. "

"That's not true, I didn't know that when I married you. We both know I had 
nothing to compare it to and now Martin says his is just normal size so we 
both know yours must be tiny. It's really not important any more so can we 
forget it and move on? So, I've decided you should be milked at least once 
every four weeks and you can circle the day on the calendar in the kitchen 
so I won't forget and you'll have something to look forward to. Now, that's 
the good news. The questions is, how should you be milked?"

"Darling, that is out of the question and it upsets me that you would 
suggest it. You should know better! You know Martin said I wasn't to touch 
any other cock than his and, frankly, I don't want to touch any others. His 
is enough for me and I just can't keep my hands off it. Anyway, jog my 
memory, darling, how did we milk you last time?"

"I remember now. I know I shouldn't laugh but it was funny. You milked 
yourself while I let you look at my pussy. You had this funny look on your 
face as you stared at it and pulled at your little thing.  I suppose that 
was nice for you as you don't get to see much of my pussy any more."

"I think you are being spiteful. I don't flaunt myself to make things 
difficult for you. We are husband and wife and I just forgot to wear my 
dressing gown after a bath. I did have a little giggle at that pained look 
you get on your face. Anyway, that won't happen again."

"I know you like to look at me but this is the bad news. Martin doesn't like 
anyone looking at me except him so I've agreed not to show myself to you 
again. I'm sorry, darling, but you don't get to see my breasts or my pussy 
again. I know it will be difficult for you but I must be fair to Martin."

"I'm shocked!  You are my husband, why would I let you look at another 
woman's pussy while you milk? That is completely out of the question."

"I said it's out of the question. Don't get me angry! Natalie tells me I can 
just milk your prostate with the chastity belt on by using my finger up your 
bottom and you won't feel a thing! Apparently, it just dribbles out."

"Stop kissing my foot, darling. I don't think I'll do it that way, not yet 
anyway. I'm going to let you milk yourself, darling, can you get the 
handcuffs?"

"You shouldn't run like that in the house, you nearly knocked over Aunt 
Georgina's vase. Yes, I can see you've got the handcuffs, lock your ankle to 
the sofa. Hurry up, I have to be at Martin's in half an hour and I don't 
want to keep him waiting."

"Good boy. Here's the key to the chastity thing."

"I'm sorry, darling, I know I shouldn't laugh but it is small compared to 
Martins. It's not your fault and I know nature can be cruel. Don't get 
upset. You can milk yourself now, darling and I have a little present for 
you. Here you are, a pair of my panties, the pink ones you used to love."

"Yes, I've been wearing them. You don't think I would give you clean ones to 
mess up, do you? Ooh how disgusting, darling, smelling them like that. You 
really are desperate, aren't you? Now, promise me you won't tell Martin. I 
know he'll get upset if he finds out you've been playing with yourself in my 
panties."

"Well, that was quick, darling. Martin takes forever and I use my mouth with 
him. You are so fast with just your own hand. A few rubs, a little spurt and 
it's all over until next month.  Lock the chastity thing on and I'll give 
you the key to the handcuffs."

"Darling, why ever are you crying? Don't you like married life?"



Part Two

"Darling, what are you doing down here in the kitchen? Martin does not like 
you in the house when he's here. Lucky I put my dressing gown on before I 
came down, you know he doesn't want you to see me naked."

"I know it's cold in the garage but that's the way it is and you're not 
allowed to wear clothes when you're at home, just the chastity belt thing. 
Martin will get very upset if he finds you down here. Lucky for you he's 
asleep after fucking me three times. I honestly don't know where he gets the 
energy."

"Darling, I know I never used to use language like that but Martin likes me 
to use it and, I must admit, I find it exciting. You should hear the two of 
us."

"Don't be ridiculous, dear. We're not trying to turn you into a dog just 
because you have to sleep in the garage when Martin is here. There's a 
little mattress out there for you and a blanket so you can sleep while 
waiting for Martin to finish with me."

"You're getting me angry going on about this dog thing! All right, I did put 
a dog collar on you and locked it with a padlock but that's just Martin's 
little joke. You know I have to do what he says and he thought it would be 
funny."

"I can't unlock it, dear, Martin took the key. He was laughing when he took 
it and then he fucked me doggie style, calling me his little bitch while I 
went woof woof. Goodness, he makes me feel wonderful."

"Enjoying this? How can you say that! I'm making the best of it, the best of 
an unusual situation, and you should do the same. It's your entire fault; no 
one made you steal that money and you could have chosen to go to prison. 
Anyway, that's water under the bridge now. Why are you doing sneaking in 
here after midnight?'

"To see me? Why? Gracious, is it four weeks all ready? Let me look at the 
calendar. Well, look at that, there's a red circle around today's date."

"I know I said a milking every four weeks but I've been so busy today. Can't 
it wait until tomorrow? One day surely won't make a difference."

"Don't whine, darling, it's so annoying. Oh all right! Get your handcuffs 
out of the drawer there and go back to the garage. Put them on while I'll 
sneak upstairs to get the key

"I know I took ages, darling, but Martin started to wake up and so I had to 
suck him off to get him back to sleep. It takes so long to get him to come. 
It is cold out here, isn't it? Good, you've locked your ankle to the bumper 
bar of the car. Now, here's the key to the chastity thing."

"Look, I will get very cross if you keep trying to look up my dressing gown! 
Remember, Doctor Natalie said I don't have to take the chastity thing off to 
milk you!"

"That's better.  So you should apologise, too. Now, stop kissing my slippers 
and take the thing off so we can get on with it, it's cold here."

"I was not laughing. It was just a little smile. Can you blame me? I've just 
spent an hour slurping on Martins cock and now I see your tiny thing. Is it 
hard yet? Oh, it is? I'm sorry but it is difficult to tell."

"I don't know why you keep on asking! I can't touch you; Martin will simply 
not allow it. No, I don't have any of my panties. Martin and I were having a 
little giggle about things and I told him how you milked yourself in my 
panties. He got very cross and I promised that I wouldn't let you use my 
undies again."

"We don't laugh about you at all. Goodness, you are so paranoid! Look, can't 
you just use your hand? It's not rocket science, you just wank off and it's 
over."

"I can understand you want it to be special. Silly me thought only having it 
once a month would make it special. Let me see I put some old clothes out 
here to send down to the goodwill. Here we are, an old white half-slip; all 
satin and smooth."

"Yes, you can use it. I don't wear it any more so away you go. My, it is 
cold in here."

"You've finished? I must admit I missed it, you were so quick. Put the 
chastity thing back on and give me the key. Thank you, darling. Was that 
good for you? Just another four weeks to go."

"Bother, I forgot to bring the handcuff key. Well, I'm not coming out here 
again so you'll have to wait until the morning. Hope I remember and don't 
drive off with you still handcuffed to the bumper bar. That would be a 
sight, wouldn't it? Old Mrs Whitehead next door would have a heart attack."

"Good night, dear. Snuggle down in your blanket and you can keep the slip to 
remember your little moment of passion. I have to get back it, Martin is 
probably ready again."

"Goodness, I don't know why you have to have a little cry after you get to 
spurt. I must say you're becoming very strange these days, dear. Goodnight."


Part Three

"Darling, you've done a very good job on the kitchen floor except for that 
spot there. Give it a good scrub, please. And don't think I can't tell 
you're trying to look up my skirt! I'll get very cross if you keep that up."

"Apology accepted, now stop kissing my feet and scrub that mark on the floor 
while I make a pot of tea. The rain just keeps coming down and the whole 
garden is soaked."

"I wasn't laughing, dear, but your bare bottom does wiggle when you scrub, 
like a jelly on a plate. You know I'm not allowed to give you clothes when 
you're home and you can only dress when you go to work. Martin is very 
strict on that."

"There's nothing like a cup of tea and I needed one to wake me up. As you 
know darling, Martin took me to a restaurant for nice dinner and when we 
came back, he didn't let me get a lot of sleep. He can be such a animal and 
I love it.  He couldn't even wait until we got home and made me suck him off 
in the restaurant car park but he was ready to go again when we got home. 
He's got so much energy."

"Yes, I know what day it is, darling. I can see the red circle on the 
calendar. Hard to believe it's been four weeks since your last little spurt 
in the garage."

"In a minute, just let me finish my cup of tea. Why don't you get your 
handcuffs, darling?"

"I've told you so many times about running in the house. I'm going to get 
very angry if it happens again and health problems or not, you won't get any 
relief for eight weeks."

"Stop kissing my feet, darling, I don't want to spill my cup of tea. Now, 
we're going to do it a little differently this time. I thought that would 
spark you up. I want you to handcuff your hands around the table leg, dear."

"I know you won't be able to use your hands. No, not that way, dear,  put 
your hands in front so you're kneeling. That's a good boy."

"Darling, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. And stop trying to look 
up my skirt! As I was saying, I have some bad news and you won't like it but 
we can't do anything about it. Martin has taken the key to your chastity 
belt thing."

"I'm sure it's his idea of a joke as he knew your milking was coming up. Of 
course I told him, I tell him everything. Anyway, he insisted on taking it 
and you know I can't deny him anything."

"There's the doorbell. Don't look so frightened, darling, no one's going to 
hurt you. It's not Martin, he's away on business today. I'll answer the 
door."

"Darling, you remember Natalie? She's the doctor who told me it was 
important to milk you once a month at least. Don't look so embarrassed, 
darling, she's a doctor, for goodness sakes."

"You'll have to explain this to me again, Natalie. I'm not sure I understand 
how this is supposed to work."

"So you massage the prostate and he spurts?"

"I see, it dribbles rather than spurts and he's doesn't feel anything, not a 
thing? That's a pity, darling but, never mind, nothing we can do about it 
and your health is more important."

"Lean forward, dear and push your bottom in the air so the doctor can get at 
it. No, I don't want to do it, Natalie; Martin doesn't want me to touch him 
at all. You don't mind doing it? You're a dear, thank you."

"I shouldn't laugh but it does look funny when you grease his bottom like 
that. Oh, your finger just slid right in, just like that. Those gloves are 
not like the rubber ones I use for washing up. They're special latex ones, 
like for surgery on the tele?"

"Gracious me, look at that! The sticky stuff is just dribbling out. Darling, 
look at your mess coming out of your little thing and with the chastity belt 
still on. Did you feel it, dear? No? What a shame, well, never mind."

"Thank you Natalie, you've been so good to pop around like that and do it. 
It's important for his health so I appreciate it. Could you come around next 
month if Martin hasn't grown tired of his little joke? Thank you and I'll 
see you out."

"Well, that was easy, wasn't darling. Next time we won't even have to 
handcuff you so think of the time we'll save. Here's the key to the 
handcuffs and you might clean up that little pool of your mess on the 
floor."

"Darling, why the tears? Nobody cries when they see the doctor, especially 
for a little thing like that. Now, get on with the cleaning."


(Nessus29@hotmail.com)

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