Only Tomorrow Until Forever, Pt. 2

This is the second part of a story I wrote about permanent chastity. You can read part one of this story here.

The next morning, they went through their normal routine, neither of them mentioning the previous night’s conversation. They could both feel it, though. They didn’t need to say anything to know what the other was thinking. She couldn’t stop staring at him with the slightest of smiles stuck on her face. And he almost couldn’t bring himself to meet her gaze.

Distracted, neither of them were very productive at work. They droned through the day, counting down the seconds until they would be home together. He struggled to come up with his list and this task consumed almost all of his energy during the day.

He was confused by the fact that, the more he thought about it, the more reasons he could come up with for why he shouldn’t orgasm than should. Most of his reasons for why he should could be boiled down to just a simple desire to do so. He slowly realized that he didn’t have any truly good reason why he wanted to orgasm. In the back of his mind he suspected that she might know this and that’s why she suggested the lists.

He was almost dismayed when he realized that the best reason he could come up with was ‘because you want me to.’ He was realizing that the only times he truly wanted to orgasm is when she told him it was what she wanted. He was dismayed because if this was the best reason, and now it turns out that doesn’t want him to orgasm anymore, what could he possibly do?

After they were both home, the conversation that was to take place loomed in the air. He wasn’t going to bring it up, knowing that she would when the time was right.

They ate dinner almost wordlessly and after cleaning up she led him to the bedroom. “Let’s cuddle and talk,” she said as she began to remove her clothes.

He undressed as well and they lay on the bed, he on his back and she on her side, facing him, cuddling close. He had been thinking about what he might say all day but still had no idea. It was too big for him to wrap his head around and he had decided he would just take her lead and see what happened.

“So have you decided?” she began as she reached to fondle his locked penis.

“Um, can we talk about it a little?” he asked tentatively, futilely willing himself to stay soft.

“Yes, of course. I think we should. So, what did you come up with on your list?” she said excitedly.

He rolled over and grabbed his pants off the floor, pulling the folded piece of paper from the pocket. He hesitated and then slowly returned to his position on his back. He didn’t know if he could bring himself to give it to her, but he knew he had to.

She could hardly contain herself as she held out her hand. He couldn’t give it to her. “My love? What’s wrong?” she asked.

He didn’t know. Then it hit him – he was terrified, absolutely terrified and simultaneously overwhelmed with love and desire for her. “I’m scared,” he admitted.

“Oh, my love! Don’t be scared!” She reached over and gently held his face. He met her eyes and she could see him melt inside. It made her wet to see and she felt her fluids moisten her inner thigh.

She smiled warmly and said, “We’re in this together, no matter what, right?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said. He could feel her gaze pierce him. He knew that she knew how he felt, as he held his hand out. She took the piece of paper and slowly unfolded it.

She read it aloud, “Reasons I Should Have Orgasms. Number one: because I like them. Number two: because I want to. Number three: because you want me to orgasm. Aww, that’s so cute!” She kissed him deeply, her juices now nearly dripping down her thigh.

She asked, “So you could only come up with three?” He nodded. She continued, “That’s ok. I only needed two.” She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her list, almost vibrating in anticipation as she handed it to him. He took the list and unfolded the paper. He turned white. “Go ahead and read it!” she goaded him.

His heart began to pound as he began, “The Reasons You Won’t Orgasm Anymore. Number one, because it’s what I want. Number two…” he paused.

She felt like she could almost orgasm right that moment. “Come on, number two,” she said hoarsely.

He looked at her and swallowed hard, “Number two, because it’s what you need.”

She shuddered with a tiny orgasm.

He realized that she really did want to permanently deny him, maybe even more than he wanted to orgasm. He felt like he was in a hopeless position, hopeless and at the same time oddly exhilarating.

She looked at him, “So what do you think? I can see the idea excites you!”

He realized in alarm that he was straining against his cage. He stammered, “I don’t know. I mean, I really, I, I…”

“Aww, come here my love.” She held him as she did the previous night, consoling him. He was breathing rapidly and his heart was pounding. “It’s ok, I know, I know. It will be really hard for us, I know,” she said softly as she stroked his hair. “But that’s ok, we can handle it together. We’re in this together, remember?” He nodded, his breaths slowing. “We’ll help each other, don’t worry. We’ll be better off if you never orgasm again, trust me. It’s the best for us.”

In some odd way this comforted him. He was sacrificing his orgasms but somehow she had started to convince him that they would be sharing that burden equally. Maybe that was true, he didn’t know.

He started to say, “But I don’t know…”

She stopped him with a finger on his lips, “Its ok. Right now is not forever. Tomorrow is not forever. Let’s just stay in right now and see where that takes us, ok? And you can go one more day without an orgasm, right? You can get through tomorrow without an orgasm?” he nodded, looking her in the eye.

“Good boy. You’re my good boy. Let’s not think about forever. That’s too hard. Let’s just think about tomorrow, ok, my love?” she asked. He nodded again.

She embraced him again and then she dropped the bomb, “Let’s just think about tomorrow. If we do that it will just turn into forever, eventually. I bet it will happen before you even know it.” His eyes opened wide and he pulled back from their embrace. She looked him in the eye and repeated, “Just tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he croaked. She smiled.

“Ok! Are you scared, still?” she asked.

“A little,” he admitted.

“Aww, let’s make you feel special tonight. How about I fuck your bum really hard with my strap on? That always makes you feel better, right? Want me to fuck your bum?”

“Yes,” he said. He really liked that idea. He liked being fucked by her so much that the thought momentarily distracted him.

She grinned mischievously, “Yes, what?”

“Please fuck my bum really hard,” he said. He realized he had begun to strain against the cage again.

“Since you asked so nicely,” she giggled as she went to grab her strap on.

He moved to the middle of the bed and lay on his back. She enjoyed fucking him in the missionary position and he loved the role reversal of being penetrated by her while she looked him in the eye. Standing next to the bed she tightened the straps and began to lube up the dildo. He saw that it was the largest one they had and his eyes opened wide.

She laughed and said, “You know you want it, my little butt-slut, don’t you?”

His mouth went a little dry as he croaked out, “Yes, Ma’am.” He knew he could take it, and he absolutely loved to take it, but he knew in the morning he’d be sore. He also knew that she would ask him in the morning if he was sore even though she already knew the answer. And when he would tell her yes, she would be overjoyed to hear him say it and she would probably get turned on enough to tell him to go down on her.

She climbed on top and lined up the dildo with his bum. She slowly began to enter him, gently. She knew his every breath and muscle twitch and knew exactly what to do. Very slowly she worked the dildo all the way in. She paused and she lay on top of him, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “I think eventually I’ll be able to make you squirt just by fucking your bum.” She slowly began pulling back.

“Wouldn’t that be nice, my love?” Slowly back in, and then out again.

She paused for a moment and he wiggled slightly, wanting more. “Do you want me to make you squirt from fucking your bum? Do you?” she asked. He nodded as she suddenly rammed all the way in with incredible force.

He gasped, knowing that if tomorrow was like this, forever would be here soon.

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