Girlfriend Catches Boyfriend Wanking
Before allowing Kyle to move in, Sheila made her boyfriend promise to stop masturbating.
“Masturbating is cheating. I expect my boyfriends to be totally faithful. No imaginary girlfriends. No more time on Tumblr or Pinterest looking at naked girls.”
Confident of his powers of self-control Kyle promised to quit wanking. Kyle discarded his collection of pin-up and centerfold models.
Like many men, he overestimated his ability to control his penis.
Fighting the urge to wank was tough. His penis kept demanding attention. Every passing woman on the street aroused him. Sexy women on television gave him unwanted erections.
Kyle’s hand kept straying toward his crotch. Nagging lust woke him in the middle of the night.
Finishing unpacking his boxes, Kyle found a few forgotten issues of his favorite pin-up and lad mags. As he leafed through the pages, photographs of big-breasted models made him hard. His groin ached.
Kyle took off his pants. Opened a couple of the magazines, lay them on the bed. Gripping his penis, forgetting his promise, Kyle started masturbating.
Lost in pleasure, Kyle did not hear his girlfriend come home.
Sheila discovered her boyfriend kneeling on the bed, pumping his penis. Kyle was about to come but she slapped his head so hard he fell to the floor.
“You horny little rat! After swearing to abstain from sex without me, you cheat on me with these bimbos. They wouldn’t even look at you. Much less invite you to live with them.”
“I’m sorry, honey.”
“Not as sorry as you soon will be.”
Sheila pulled him across her lap. Before she had sometimes spanked him playfully. The hard, hurtful impact of her hairbrush had Kyle crying within two minutes.
“Stop! Please! I won’t do it again.”
Sheila said nothing. The full force her wrath went to her spanking arm. She beat him until his buttocks looked as if she used a meat tenderizer.
Tossing her hairbrush aside, Sheila leaned back. Sighed. Spanking Kyle was unusually satisfying.
Kyle sobbed and sniveled.
“I won’t lose control again.”
“How can I trust you – you disgusting wanker?”
“I don’t want to ever be spanked like that again.”
Sheila said nothing. She was still digesting her pleasure in hurting her boyfriend.
Three days later a small package arrived.
Sheila opened it and smiled.
“Kyle, come here.”
“I bought something to help you control your bad masturbation habit.”
Kyle saw what looked like a tiny piece of plumbing.
“What is it?”
“A male chastity device. I’m going to lock your penis inside it. I’ll keep the key. When we both want to make love, I’ll release you.”
“You want to stick my penis in that little thing?”
“Yes. That way I can be sure you’re faithful.”
“So? Keeping you chaste will make me happy? Don’t you want to make me happy?”
“No buts. Either I take control of sex in our relationship or you can get the hell out.”
Kyle realized his girlfriend was implacable. Rebelliousness died.
“I love you. Can’t live without you. I’ll wear the chastity tube.”
Sheila inserted her boyfriend’s penis, clicked the lock shut. Control over Kyle’s orgasms made her giddy.
Kyle started to put his pants on.
“Don’t. I want you to stay naked, so I can enjoy seeing your male chastity device.”
Kyle realized his girlfriend enjoyed making him do this. Even though he blushed, Kyle was secretly thrilled.
Two days later he begged for release. Sheila said she was only in the mood for cunnilingus. A little frustration would be good for him.
When sexual denial overwhelmed him, Kyle wept in private. On release days he was a wonderfully passionate lover.
Not much later, he overdrew their shared bank account. Sheila punished him with another spanking.
Hurting her boyfriend made her horny. She unlocked Kyle. Sex was stupendous.
Slowly Kyle became a mostly denied boyfriend. Sheila became a spanking girlfriend.
Neither knew of female-led relationships. But Sheila often acted like a Mistress. Kyle, a submissive man.
Chastity and spankings redefined their relationship without lessening love or romance.