Click 3: Turning the Tables

continues from part two

Part 3: Turning the Tables

I woke up in pain. Just like every other day, my morning erection was the source of my discomfort. It pressed hard into the CB-6000 chastity device that had been my constant companion these past few months. My wife Emma had confined me inside it, both as a punishment and as a motivator.

I was being punished for being caught one time having sex on my own, while wearing women's clothes and self-bound to the bed. I was being motivated to wait on her hand and foot, and to satisfy her daily sexual needs.

However, unlike every other day, today I woke with a smile. I knew today would be different, because yesterday I had found the key.

Gently I slid out of the bed. My CB-6000 caught on the sheet and nearly pulled it from my wife, who was still sleeping naked beside me. My heart raced as I stopped and pulled the sheet free. Emma slept on, content no doubt from the three orgasms I had given her the night before. My lips were still sore from those exertions.

I reached into my bedside table and pulled out a small key, together with a roll of white duct tape and a couple of square gauzy scarves that belonged to my wife.

My fingers trembled as I put the key in the lock. With the barest of clicks the CB-6000 came open and I was free. Carefully I took it off and put it on the table. A surge of adrenaline went through me as all my pent up anger came to the surface.

"Right, bitch. Now it's your turn!" I snarled. I flung the sheets onto the floor and jumped onto the bed. Grabbing Emma's arm with both hands I twisted it behind her back and rolled her onto her chest. Pinning her hand with my knee to the small of her back, I grabbed her other arm and pulled it around to meet the first. Her elbows were bent at right angles, and each of her palms faced the opposite forearm.

I unrolled the end of the tape and started wrapping it around Emma's wrists. I wound the roll round and round her forearms, from one wrist to the other. Her hands were now stuck firm, and her arms were fused together, useless to her.

As I rolled Emma onto her back, her chest stuck out proudly. Her breasts heaved up and down as she struggled to raise herself off the bed. Under my weight, she had no chance.

"You bastard!" she spat. "You'll pay for this – just wait until I..." – but I didn't wait to hear what particular retribution she had in mind. I forced one of the scarves between her teeth and tied it firmly around her head. Emma's expletives were garbled but still quite loud, so I pressed two short lengths of the duct tape over her mouth in the shape of an 'X'. Her face still showed its fury, but her protests were no more than a muffled "Mmmmp! Mmmmp!" Her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared, but I could see fear there as well. I had her at my mercy now, and she knew it.

"They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but I wouldn't want you to suffer too much today. Let's see what we can do to keep you warm".

I sat on Emma's legs to stop her from kicking me, and pulled two fishnet stockings up to her knees. Turning back to face her, I pulled them all the way up to her thighs. Returning my attention to her feet, I pulled on a pair of shiny black leather pumps, with 5 inch heels and straps that buckled around her ankles. With Emma having no way of using her hands, those shoes weren't coming off without my help.

I tied one end of the second scarf around her ankle and knotted it firmly. Repeating the process on the second ankle, I completed a short hobble. I swung her feet off the bed and pushed her to stand up.

"That should keep you out of trouble while I'm away". I smiled as I went to have shower. For the first time in ages I felt happy as I got ready to go to work. Emma furiously stamped her feet up and down, clacking her heels on the floor in a staccato protest.

Once I was ready to leave, I went looking for Emma. She was still in the bedroom, trying unsuccessfully to unstick her fingers. I showed her the phone handset which I placed on the bed next to her. I had taped over all the numbers. "Mine is the last number dialed, so all you have to do is press the redial button to call me if you're in trouble. Use the heel of your shoe, or even your nose if you like. But don't call me unless you have to. I've got months of catching up to do when I return, and you won't want me to be angry as well".

So saying, I left for work. Emma's eyes looked daggers at me as I went outside.

The day passed quite quickly. In my previous life my plastic tormentor had caused me pain whenever my eyes or thoughts had strayed to the women in my office. Now, every time I saw them bend over a desk, or reach out to pass me something, or even just lick their lips to make them shine, my cock stiffened and I felt alive. I even managed a gentle slap on the skirt suited bottom of the admin manager as I went to leave.

When I pulled up outside my house, the lights were out. "Probably Emma couldn't manage the light switches" I thought. I turned them on as I came inside. Emma was nowhere to be seen, but that didn't trouble me. I poured myself a drink and loosened my shirt. I then stripped down to my boxers, and went looking for my wife.

I found her in the bathroom, hiding behind the door. She seemed to have passed through the seven stages of grief while I was away. Her eyes were red and puffy from tears, but somehow cold fury seemed to have been where she ended up. The tone of her muffled grunts clearly seemed angry. Her arms were still folded behind her, and her gag was still firmly in place. I could see red scratch marks on her cheek where she must have tried to rub the tape off, but to no avail.

I wasn't sympathetic in the slightest to her plight. She had put me through hell these past few months, and now was my chance to pay her back.

I scooped her up over my shoulder and carried her back to the bedroom. I dropped her unceremoniously on the bed, and then returned to the bathroom to pick up a pair of scissors, razor blade and a cake of soap with a wet towel.

The rage in her eyes gave way to fear when she saw me brandish the scissors. "Keep still, or you might get cut" I advised, and her body stiffened. I set to work on her pubic hair, snipping away all her unruly curls, leaving a short stubble. "Keep really still, or you'll really get cut" I said, lathering up her pussy with the soap and towel. With a few quick strokes I removed the last of Emma's public hair. Carefully I went all the way down between her thighs to remove every last hair. I rubbed her pussy all over with the wet towel, and she whimpered. Whether this was in fear or in response to the rubbing of the towel I couldn't tell.

There she was, my prize, laid out before me. Her hands were trapped behind her back, her chest was arched and her full breasts were raised up to me. In spite of her fear, or because of it, I don't know – her nipples were hard. Her milky white thighs were framed by the black lace of the fishnet stockings, and her naked pussy was in full view. My cock was rock hard in my boxer shorts, and precum was leaking through them. I pulled them off and crouched down over my wife's defenseless body.

Emma's whimpers seemed more frightened now, but this only added to my excitement. I reached out for her breasts, squeezing them briefly and pinching her nipples. Emma twisted her head from side to side, her eyes closed. She squealed through gag as I pressed my cock up against her pussy lips, and thrust myself inside her in one swift motion.

To my surprise her pussy was on fire. My cock slid all the way in and I realised just how wet she was as well. But this was my time, not hers. I grunted aloud and ground into her again. Repeatedly I thrust my cock into her hot, wet pussy, not caring of her response. I pinched harder on her nipples and scratched at her breasts, and pounded at her again. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back against the bed. Faster and faster I went, until I could stand it no longer. I cried out loud as I came deep inside her, pumping my pent up seed inside her, over and over. Buried to the hilt in her still fiery pussy, I collapsed over her body, utterly spent.

I could feel Emma's pussy pulsing on my cock as I lay there. Her eyes were closed, and her whimpers had given way to an ecstasy of her own. I tore her tape gag off, and kissed her hard on the lips. Her eyes opened, and she kissed me back.

Well, I won this round, I thought uncertainly. But what the hell happens when I let her go?

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