Be Careful What You Wish For (Part 1 of 5): Crime and Punishment

I love masterbating, but last week it got me into a heap of trouble.

First off, I have a beautiful wife and I love having sex with her. We also both have fairly high sex drives, the problem is our “schedules” often don’t align. For instance, I am horny as soon as I wake up most mornings, whereas Emily often doesn’t get horny until night time and by then I am sleepy and don’t want to make a mess or disrobe when I am already warm and cozy. Also, let’s be honest. It’s really great to have a filet mignon but sometimes you just want fast food.

This leads to some frustration on both sides. Fortunately for me, Emily works in the office and I work from home. So when she leaves for work, I pull a dirty sock out of the hamper, pull up my favorite porn sites, and have at it. Yes, I use dirty socks to jack off, I find it’s just easier that way. It is this reason why I also do my own laundry. I don’t want her to discover all the “evidence”. This had all worked great for the last 20 years of my life, well, until last week that is.

It was Sunday evening and we were enjoying a night in after a long weekend. We just got finished with a nice dinner and had cleaned up. I went to the TV room and put on some cooking show and sprawled out on the couch while Emily went into our bedroom. A little bit of time goes by and she comes into the TV room in a huff and throws a small armful of, well, lets just say, slightly hardened used socks at me. “I was going to do a small load of work clothes for tomorrow and I needed some extra dirty clothes to make a load. I went into your laundry hamper and that’s where I found these socks. What the fuck is all this?” She says in a confused and agitated tone.

I flush with embarrassment. I mean, she knows I masterbate, but she doesn’t really know the how or the frequency but now here it is, out in the open. A small pile of my previous indiscretions at my side. My heart races, my face is hot, my palms start to sweat. This is not good. “Um well,” I finally manage to squeak out.

“Well what?” And then a small pause.

“They smell like….like…cum.” Another small pause while my embarrassment builds. Emily looks at me and sees how much I am blushing and pieces it all together in a moment.

“You don’t seriously jerk off into socks do you? I thought that was just an urban myth.” She says with genuine curiosity, her anger has subsided a small bit.

Still very embarrassed, I manage a timid smile and raise my shoulders and arms in a gesture to signal…well yes I do.

Now she flushes a bit of embarrassment too and shakes her head in quiet disapproval. After a few moments of stunned silence goes by, she flares up with anger once more. “You just did laundry last week!?..... I found like ten of your socks stiff and smelly like this.” Emily is thinking aloud at this point, her stream of thoughts connecting the dots. I’m in trouble. “That means you jerked off, what? TEN times last week?! Where do you find all the time for that?....Oh yeah, you work from home. So THAT’S what you do all day?!” Her words are getting faster and more heated. She has also always been quite jealous that I work from home when she has to drive into the office, so this just added fuel to the fire.

“Well yeah, but I just do it during breaks. It’s a good way to clear my head.” I finally managed to put in.

“I get that, to some degree, but then I get home and I need to loosen up and get off and suddenly you aren’t horny?” Emily exclaimed as more of a statement than a question. “We haven’t had sex for like a week!! I have needs too ASSHOLE!”

She has boiled over, pop, kaboom. There’s no easy way to de-escalate this fight so I remain quiet. She sees that I have no witty retort or is unwilling to wait for one so she turns in her heels and goes straight to the bedroom and slams the door behind her. I lay on the couch for a few moments in stunned silence, unsure of how to proceed. After things cool down a bit I figure the best course of action is to give her some space and time. I spent the rest of the evening on the couch watching TV while the bedroom stayed quiet. Eventually I get tired and go to the bedroom. I softly knock on the door so I don’t surprise her and slowly open the door wide enough to peer through. “Can I come to bed honey?”

No response, Emily is sitting in bed with her reading glasses on, hair pulled into a ponytail, reading a book, some crime thriller. She doesn’t respond to my question, I can see her eyes darting back and forth scanning the words on the pages. As not to disrupt her I quietly sneak into the bedroom and change into my pajamas. I walk over to my side of the bed and pull down the covers. Her eyes stop scanning the words puts her hand into the book to save her spot and allows the book to close around it. “Wait right there.” She says in a firm, authoritative tone.

“Umm, ok.”

She leans forward and uses her other hand to open the top drawer of the nightstand. She fumbles a moment and then produces the item her fingers were seeking. A chastity cage. One we have only played with a small handful of times. She picks it up, inspects it briefly and tosses it in front of me onto my side of the bed. “Put it on,” she says sternly.

“Really? Are you serious?” I look down at the chastity cage and back up at her. Her stare told me everything I needed to know. Emily was in fact very serious and I better comply or there will be dire consequences.

So I pull down my pajama pants and my boxer shorts down to my ankles and pick up the chastity cage. I have previous experience with this cage so manipulating my manhood to fit is generally not a problem. The primary shroud is black silicone and is typically quite tight when I try to squeeze my penis into it, but that was because I was partially aroused during its previous uses. Tonight I was not, I was genuinely nervous and still quite embarrassed from our earlier fight. I was able to push my small flaccid penis into the full length of the shroud with my urethra correctly aligned with the urination hole on my first try. It is super snug but there is no pain and generally no discomfort.

The next piece of the chastity cage is a sturdy metal ring that goes around the base of my manhood, at the base of the shroud, with a small gap between the shroud and ring for my testicles to fit through. I feed the ring through the lower loops in the shroud, under my testicles and back up through the loops on the other sides. The ends of the ring meet, with holes in each end lining up. Emily notes my progress and utters a single word, “Come.” She then points to the floor beside her bed.

Her expression, unchanged from before, tells me I need to remain quiet if I know what’s good for me. So I step out of my pajamas and boxers that were still laying around my ankles and walk over to her side of the bed. I stand nervously at her side awaiting her next move. She opens her book once more to remove her hand, then sets the open book, face down, onto the bed beside her. Emily turns to face me but doesn’t look up, her glance goes straight to my tightly bound manhood.

She reaches out and grabs the chastity cage by the ring at its base and pulls it (and me) closer to her. Next, she pushes the chastity to one side to make sure the ring is properly through the two loops on the left side and then the right side. Finally she lifts my testicles to see that they are seated in the gap, the gap tight enough where I cannot force them out but large enough where the blood flow is not disrupted.

Satisfied with the fitment of the device she reaches into the top drawer of the nightstand once more and produces a small lock. This lock I haven’t seen before. It’s bigger than one of the little jewelry box locks that typically come with chastity cages, but not quite as big as a master lock or a padlock you would find on a bike chain or a gym locker. Still, it had some weight to it. This concerns me quite a bit. Whenever we play with the chastity cage it’s with the small jewelry box lock, one which I have lots of backup keys stashed throughout the house. So if she loses her key or I want to end the fantasy early, I can. Typically we don’t keep the cage on for more than a couple hours, more of a tease than anything, but in those rare instances when it stays on for a bit longer than I want then I just go and unlock it for a little bit to get some relief. So even when she thinks she's in control, I still have the final say.

Well she takes this new lock and sure enough it just barely fits in the holes. She threads it through the two aligned holes in the large metal ring of the chastity cage and snaps it shut. After a quick little tug on the lock for good measure, she lets it drop.

I can feel the slight downward pull with the weight of the cage combined with the lock. I continue to stand there awkwardly unsure of what to do next. We stay there like that for a short time, I think she wants me to begin to comprehend the kind of trouble I am now in. After what feels like an eternity I see a small smirk form at the corners of her lips, the first sign of a smile I’ve seen all night. She slowly brings her eyes up to mine and is content with the look of mild fear in my eyes.

Then, without any warning whatsoever she delivers one of the hardest backhand slaps to my helpless balls that she has ever given me. The blow immediately causes me to crumble to the floor. It is important to mention that she has also never “floored me” before so the incredible pain (amplified by the chastity cage causing my balls to remain trapped and exposed) completely caught me off guard.

“Oooooohhhhhh,” was all I could muster.

I struggled to breath, the nerves in my balls lit up like the fourth of July, all my strength taken from me with a single blow. Then came the throbbing waves of pain that overcame my entire body. Late to the party was the low sick feeling in my stomach, the ring of the chastity cage delayed the gut response from the painful nut shot, but the stomach pain was now in full bloom. I was sick, I felt like I had to vomit, but thankfully I did not. I just curled up and focused on my breathing as best I could. As much as I wanted to close my legs on instinct, I could not. The chastity cage kept my balls out away from my body, with nowhere to go. Whenever I tried to close my legs to protect my aching berries it would only squeeze them against my thighs.

Emily was shocked at first; she was mad but I am not sure she intended to floor me quite as hard as she did. Her anger must have gotten the best of her, or she may have forgotten about one of the unintended “benefits” of the chastity cage, keeping the balls tightly presented and unprotected. Either way, initially she was quite shocked at her handiwork, flooring me with a single blow, and almost displayed a little empathy. Once I began to regain my composure, so too did she, the cold and angry wife came back once again.

“So now that I have your undivided attention, I want you to listen hard and listen good. I’ve had some time to cool off and think. While I get that you jerk off and typically that’s fine. What I don’t like is that you don’t save any for me. At the end of the day, my pleasure matters most and since we got married your cock and balls belong to me.” A brief pause as she scans my expression for understanding. “Are you with me so far?”

“Ooohhh yes, yes I am. Ooooh,” I managed to get out. Still riding the waves of pain from her wicked backhand attack.

“Good. By the way, I know you like ball busting so a nut shot typically isn’t much of a punishment to you, that’s why I put a little more zip on that one. That one was for me.”

“Ooooooohhhh aarrrgghh.”

“Anyways, here is what is going to happen. You have been sentenced to 7 days of chastity.”

“What? No! Fuck that.” I protested weakly.

“Shut up or it will be longer. You may have already noticed that I didn’t use the standard lock. That is for good reason. Those little jewelry box locks all use the same key, they are no security whatsoever. Plus, you have backups hidden all over the place. I know you have never fully given over control to me. Well that and we normally only use the cage for short periods of time. So I have outfitted your cage with my luxury luggage lock. It only has one key and cannot be reproduced unless by written correspondence, good luck getting that within a week.”

“Furthermore, if you do get cute and cut the lock or I see any signs of tampering over the next week then you will be in even bigger trouble than you can possibly imagine. I will tie you down and make you wish you were never born a man. I am dead fucking serious.” She pauses for dramatic effect.

“Now, during this week your sole priority is serving me. You will do whatever I ask of you and without hesitation or complaint. You will run errands, make dinner, do chores, give me massages and last but CERTAINLY not least, you will get me off whenever, wherever, and however I want it.” Another pause for understanding.

“You will not masterbate when I am at work or in any way shape or form during this punishment period, this includes but is not limited to using the shower head, vibrator on the cage or any other methods of getting yourself off. If you break this rule, I will know. I will inspect your balls daily. Is all of this clear to you or do I have to light up your balls again to remind you that I mean business?”

I pause a moment and hesitantly reply, “Yes, I understand.” I take a big gulp to bury the knot of dread building in my throat.

“Good. At the end of the seven days I will give you a chance to earn your freedom. I am not 100% sure what that will entail just yet, but I will have plenty of time to discuss it with some of my more dominant female friends. I am sure after seven days we will have something delicious in store for you.”

I know some of her friends, some are in the kink scene with us. A couple of those women are true ball busters. For my wife to take advice from them it’s going to be brutal. I begin to sweat and flush with nervous anticipation. “Ok,” is all I respond.

“Now stand up and come to me once more.” I do as I am told and shakily rise to my feet. My balls still ache a bit, but it's the dull ache I’ve grown to love with my ball busting fetish.

My wife reaches out and cradles my balls. I gasp briefly at her touch, fearing what comes next. I am quite gun-shy after being just floored moments ago by these same hands. She gently caresses them and pulls them closer to her face. Slowly she begins kissing the hot testicles and tracing them with her tongue. Eventually she takes them into her mouth and begins to suck them. The sensation is amazing, they were previously on fire just moments ago, now they are in bliss. I am on cloud 9. Blood begins to flow to my nether regions, as I give into the sensations. Slowly I am brought back down to earth. I forgot all about my chastity cage, my cock is growing, throbbing against its hard silicone constraints. The blood continues rushing in with nowhere to go. This is pure hell.

Emily hears my labored breathing and lets my balls plop out of her mouth. She gazes up at me with a giant grin. “There, that’s a good start to your week of frustration. Now go downstairs and sleep on the couch. I am still too mad to sleep next to you tonight.”

I take a step back, very much in pain with both my cock struggling against the hard silicon and metal cage with a dull ache in my balls. Genuinely concerned about the next week and the complete and utter control my wife has over my delicate organs. I pause and briefly consider mouthing an argument to my wife, but the pain in my manhood and her expression made me think otherwise. I simply nodded my head and went back to my side of the bed to gather my PJ pants and underwear as well as grab my pillow.

As I make my way out of the bedroom I see her smile smugly to herself, she knows she won, she knows she completely owns me and my manhood. “Good boy….oh, and there are some ice packs in the freezer if you need to reduce the….ummmm, swelling,” she says with a low chuckle as I close the door behind me.

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[Part 2: My New Normal](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/xpla05/be_careful_what_you_wish_for_part_2_of_5_my_new/)