As if things weren’t bad enough she really let me have it on the drive home from the airport. “You know, Mortimer that I believe things should be earned; so don’t think that just because we’re married you’re going to be fucking me every night. I’m establishing a point system. You’ll need 100 points to fuck me and you’ll get three for every orgasm you give me. Since I’m a generous person I’ll include the ones I give myself while I’m having “fun” with you. Of course, you’ll lose five points every time you complain or whine about how I’m being unfair.”
“Victoria, you have got to be kidding!”
“There you go—minus five. Oh, yeah, one more thing—points only last for the month their earned in. At the end of the month they will all expire.” When I looked at her disgustedly she simply said, “minus ten—you’re not off to a very good start are you?”
Needless to say I did not fuck Victoria very often, only once in the five months we had been married and I had to trick her to do it. Victoria had several times told me that she was much stronger than me and that she could overcome me to get her way with me (unfortunately, her way only meant beating my cock, balls, or body). So, one Saturday morning I baited her into a wrestling match. I cleared the furniture from the living room and we squared off. It took me all of fifteen seconds to take her down and another ten to get her into a “small package.” The “small package” is a hold I used very successfully when I wrestled in high school and college. I had my left arm around her neck and my right around her right knee. Once I was able to clasp my wrists she was a goner. “How long did you say you were going to pin me, Victoria?”
“Ugh, I didn’t say, but you’re going to have to do it for ten seconds and you’ll never hold me down that long.”
“Really? That’s pretty strong talk for someone in your position.” I leaned her back and counted to thirty, telling her I didn’t want her to claim a foul afterwards. “Give up, Victoria?” I let her go once she had nodded. I pulled her up and led her straight to the bedroom where I ripped off the few clothes she was wearing and jumped on top of her. She cried and whined about not using a condom but I gave her no mercy, “It’s OK, we’re married, you know. Maybe we’ll get lucky and you’ll get pregnant.” I rammed my cock into her pussy, surprised to see it so wet and ready. Victoria was really tight today, perhaps due to her fear of pregnancy. I would have liked her to have moved with me, but all she did was lie there, making it as miserable for me as possible. All the same, I came almost immediately, the result of months of denial.
CHAPTER 4
I went to the gym after work almost every day and I invited Victoria to join me. She declined, claiming she had “girl stuff” to do. “Girl stuff” must take a lot of time; Victoria was rarely home when I arrived around 6:30. I hired the city’s finest private detective; two weeks later he had all the details—pictures, video, a record of all their trysts at their favorite hotel and everything. I put the large envelope in my safe at work.
Everything came to a head on a Tuesday evening in March when Victoria told me she was bringing a friend home on Friday evening. “Oh, do I know her,” I asked innocently.
“It’s not a her—it’s a him. I have needs, Mortimer—needs you don’t seem able to fulfill. It’s not my fault you can’t get points fast enough to fuck me.”
I laughed, “Victoria, you created that idiotic system to keep me from fucking you, and I have to hand it to you, it has worked perfectly. Where am I going to be while you’re fucking this guy?”
“Right where you belong—in your cage. I want you to see how a real man fucks a woman. I’ll cuff you and you’ll be in your cock cage, helpless as always. Now not another word from you!”
I let things go as if I was actually as helpless as Victoria believed until Thursday evening as she was locking me into my cage for the night. “I think we need to take both cars to work tomorrow. I have to leave work early to see Dr. Powell. He said something about my prostate. I don’t know how long it will take.”
Victoria just grunted her disgust before telling me, “You’d better be here before seven when my friend is going to arrive. I want you right where you are now, except I’m going to cuff you so you’ll be under better control.”
The following afternoon I returned home—no doctor’s appointment; he agreed to cover for me thinking I was giving Victoria a big surprise. I took her keys from her jewelry box, taking the time to photograph exactly how she had placed them. I went to a locksmith and had duplicates made and returned home. I replaced the keys exactly as they were when I had taken them. I practiced removing the cuffs from behind my back until I was reasonably proficient. I hid the keys under the pad in the cage, called Victoria to tell her I was home early a little woozy from a shot I had received. I removed my special surprise from my locked desk drawer, hiding it under the bed, and lay on the couch awaiting her arrival.
True to her word Victoria arrived early, stripped me and cuffed my wrists behind my back. She pushed me into the cage and locked it. Then she unlocked it, pulled me to the door and put the hated ball gag into my mouth. She locked the cage and went to the shower. She dressed in a slinky black negligee and thigh high stockings, also black with black heels—all things I’d never seen her in before.
Lover boy arrived exactly on time. Thanks to the detective I knew exactly who he was—Paul Blackman, a local businessman who was almost a foot taller than I was and was quite successful in real estate and development. He walked into the bedroom with Victoria and laughed, “So this is the husband—what a pathetic loser. Gonna watch me fuck your wife? Ha ha, I’ll bet I’ve fucked her more times in the past month than you have, but that’s no bet. I know you haven’t fucked her at all while I’ve done it almost every afternoon. Ha ha, look at the helpless pathetic little cucky. C’mon cuckold, cluck for us, chicken boy. This is really too much. Let’s go, Victoria, I’m really horny tonight.”
He threw his jacket on top of the cage but Victoria moved it telling him she wanted me to see everything. They laughed together about my plight. Meanwhile, I had already removed the cuff from my left wrist. The right followed seconds later. The bars in the cage were only two inches apart, but my hands and fingers are small. I held the lock with my left hand and tried the key with the right. It took about a minute for me to open it, but the lovers were so taken up with each other that they noticed nothing. I snuck out the door, reached for my pistol, a .22 caliber target gun I was extremely accomplished with, and racked the slide, driving a shell into the chamber.
Lover boy must have been in the armed forces because he stopped as soon as he heard the pistol in action. “Don’t do anything stupid,” I told him, “and I won’t have to shoot you. Just imagine, I came home and found my wife in my bed with another man and went crazy, killing both. I will shoot if I have to but I’d just as soon not and I won’t if you follow my instructions.”
“What do you want?”
“Smart boy, Paul.” They both started at that. “Yes, I know all about you and my loving wife. I have pictures, video, and all kinds of other information. I wonder what your wife would think if she were to see you in action. What would the good people at your church think? You’re a deacon, aren’t you? If anything were to happen to me it would all become public anyway once the police search my office at work so you have nothing to gain by trying to hurt me. Look down by the bedposts. See those restraints? There’s one for each of Victoria’s limbs. Make sure they’re tight. I wouldn’t want them to come off.”
It took about ten minutes for Paul to secure Victoria and then it was decision time, “Well, Paul, decision time for you—pick up your clothes and go, forgetting that you were ever involved with this slut, or watch me fuck Victoria from the cage here.”
“I’ll go and I’ll forget about her. She’s not that great a lay anyway.” I stepped back away from him as he gathered his clothes and walked to the door. I followed at a distance of about fifteen feet. “Get dressed in your car and consider yourself lucky. I’m an expert shot; I could have taken you out at any time.” To prove my point I fired and grazed his heel. He left in pain and I bolted the door behind him, returning to my wife who was seething in anger at me.
“OK, Victoria, where’s the key to this chastity monstrosity?” Victoria gritted her teeth in her silence. “You know, I’m going to get the key eventually. Why not save yourself a world of pain?”
“You don’t have the balls to hurt me, loser. I’ll take care of you when I get free.”
“OK, Victoria, have it your way.” I walked the short distance to my workshop in the garage, finding what I was looking for almost immediately; it was a wooden dowel three quarters of an inch in diameter and about three feet long. It was left over from a project I had done a few months BV—Before Victoria. I tapped her feet once I returned to the bedroom. “Last chance,” I told her. When she refused to cooperate I forced a ring gag into her mouth. Now her mouth was forced open, but she could barely make a sound.
I moved to her feet and I think that Victoria realized for the first time what was about to occur. I reared back and smacked the sole of her foot with the dowel. She screamed so I hit her again. I had read that the Japanese had used this form of torture with great success in World War II. I hit her sole again…and again,…and again. Finally, through her sobs Victoria broke down. I removed the gag and she told me—a shelf in the bathroom closet. Ten minutes later I was free—I’d never again agree to use something like this. I returned to Victoria.
“Well, well, what’s that old saying? Oh yes, ‘the best laid plans’…. Sorry to have spoiled yours, Victoria, but I think I just accumulated 500 points and I plan to use them all tonight—before they expire. Oh yeah, guess where you’ll be sleeping tonight?” I rammed my cock into her as brutally as I could. There was nothing loving about this sex—it was revenge, pure and simple. After I came I rested until I was able to get hard then I rammed into her again. This time she wasn’t quite so wet. I knew it hurt her—so what? Her pussy was raw by the time I finished.
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