Chapter 6

Kris knew exactly what she wanted and was going to do what it took to get it. Ever since her first encounter with Doug, a fire had been lit within her, and she was determined to forge her husband, Jim, into the perfect submissive. She had always known about his desires to submit and the lack of confidence in his appearance, and now she was going to use that to her advantage to mold him into the obedient pet she needed.

That Saturday evening, after explaining some new rules to Jim, she watched with satisfaction as he dutifully began preparing a healthy dinner while she worked on her graduate school assignments. She enjoyed the sight of him waddling around the kitchen, his bulky frame moving with a new purpose but a slight hitch in his gait. She knew that was from the butt plug she had given him. It was a cute little pig tail and she couldn’t help but giggle each time he walked by and she saw it twitch. She could tell he was determined to lose the weight she had assigned, and she smiled, knowing that his motivation came from his desperate desire to please her and earn an orgasm. She had told Jim that his chastity lock up was motivation to lose weight and get back in shape. She explained that if she was going to find a lover she could not have her cleanup cuckold out of shape and not able to perform his duties! It was a stroke of inspiration that she was proud of. It gave Jim something to concentrate on achieving besides getting out of the cage and also allowed her a plausible reason to stretch the chastity as long as Doug had required. Jim might have gotten suspicious if she had just went straight to strict chastity for no reason that he could see. He was still clueless about her hookups with Doug. She was getting an additional thrill out of tricking Jim. He had always been a little condescending about intelligence acting like he was smarter than her. Now, the greatest sexual wish he had was being fulfilled and he was clueless.

As he cooked, she studied him, taking note of the way his shirt strained against his ample belly. She found herself looking forward to the day when his shirt would be loose and his belly flatter. But for now, she took pleasure in his current form, knowing that soon enough he would be a new man, obedient, fit and devoted to her every whim.

After dinner, Kris instructed Jim to clean the kitchen, which he did with haste. She then told him to go to the bedroom, where she would join him shortly. As he scurried off with his little pig tail wagging, she took her time to prolong his anticipation while she changed clothes in the guest bedroom. She knew he was likely already hard, his cock straining against the chastity cage that he now wore constantly. She felt that the act of changing clothes was like Clark Kent changing into his superman outfit. She was who she was, but the clothes could either mask or enhance it.

When she entered the bedroom, Kris found Jim waiting patiently on the bed. His eyes shone with desire, a mixture of nervousness and excitement. She had dressed in a tight black corset that emphasized her slender waist and generous cleavage, and black garter belt and stockings that hugged her long, toned legs. She had a small black leather thong over the stockings that barely covered her slit. She normally avoided thongs, not enjoying the feeling of the strap rubbing against her sensitive rosebud, but for this outfit it felt perfect. Her brown hair tumbled over her shoulders, framing her face and completing a striking image that would both arouse and intimidate Jim.

“Strip,” she ordered, her voice firm and leaving no room for argument.

Jim immediately began undressing, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. As he revealed his soft, plump body, Kris felt a rush of power. This man, so much bigger than her, was completely at her mercy, and she reveled in it. Once he was naked, she gestured to the bed, and he lay down, his erection straining against the cage, the key to which hung tantalizingly around her neck on a delicate silver chain.

Kris approached the bed, taking a moment to admire her handiwork. She tied his wrists and ankles to the bedposts with soft silk scarves, ensuring he was secure but comfortable. Then, and only then, did she reach for the key. She unlocked the cage, setting his now-freed cock and balls on full display.