Letter from Grimalkin Canals

As I began bucking towards an orgasm, she pulled her hand away deftly.

"Mom waited till my youngest sibling was about twenty-one and the oldest one in their thirties before she let us all know, and then our whole family thing as it is now as a female led relationship thing fell in place."

She began touching my desperate dong again. "Farley was just your average frat boy asshole, wrecking cars and getting wasted, and so when he asked Mom for help, she was right on it, and Harlan had all sorts of psychological problems, real difficulties, but he wasn't a badly behaved guy, but he needed more intense supervision."

And of course I remembered Harlan's Spartan existence...

Dylane kissed my neck distractedly. "See, like my sister Slayton told you, Bucky is our stepfather. I never knew my dad and my Mom, a widow had all these kids by different guys, and she was a hot little number who married Bucky, who worked selling auto parts but always wanted to be a doctor."

Dylane's pretty fingers tickled my very swollen scrotum.

"Mom had dad take whatever the test was, that MCAT, and it turned out he wasn't really doctor material, but he could probably be a dentist. So Mom used Bucky's fetish for being dominated to whip him into studying hard and disciplining him for slacking off, and it's a great system."

Dylie twiddled with my now blue-ish foreskin.

"My brother Drapes-he's my twin-married a girl Mom mentored at Grimalkin Gardens which is a matriarchal marriage support institute locally, and Mareid has made Dray such a gentle, kind, soul with her trusty cane. He has no more rage attacks and he writes poetry, all that good shit, and as you know, he's a damn good accountant."

Dylane smiled. "Mareid's sister Delia has her eye on Farley, and knows the training he'll need, so Mom may push them together, who knows?"

"Then there's Campbell, my other married brother who was all about becoming the next Justin Bieber, but Camby's live-in Male Master has guided him into studying serious musicology, and now Camby's head of the conservatory over at Mount Grimalkin."

I was so intensely horny now, I was horrified at the idea of giving up all control of my life, my party lifestyle but I'd do it for her, anything for Dylane, wouldn't' t I?

After all, she'd cut up my credit cards and sold my BMW and had us on a budget that my skinflint grand-dad would have surely approved.

"You know my step-dad, Bucky has always been so badly behaved that his assistant at the dental office, Miss Randlett? She's a hygienist and seems so nice, but she gets a paid a little extra to stimulate Bucky with little corrections like making him put his dick in t he desk drawer for her to slam on it when he seems a little churlish."

Sexy Dylie was now using both hands to massage my member. "But my Mom knows Bucky is in it, the marriage for the long haul. She began using bigger and longer and wider strap-on penises in his rectum until he was so loose that he has to shit five times a day."

Dylane laughed. "Imagine any pretty young thing considering stealing Bucky to be his trophy wife, and then finding out he has to sleep with adult diapers?

Mom is the only one who would stand Bucky, and she still makes him sleep in the furnace room in the cellar most nights..."

Dylie smiled again. "And Mom is usually upstairs with one of her sexy young men...she's a cougar!"

Again my cruel bride jerked away her hand just as I was about to explode.

"But that's the whole thing about chastity. If you agree to be locked up to the point of being horny all the time, I can make you nuts just by pulling down my scanties and rubbing my bare butt-you know how shapely and enticing it is-against your caged dick."

Again with the winsome smile.

"I mean, my stepfather Bucky is fifty-eight years old but he is as randy as a college freshman most of the time, because Mom and Miss Randlett keep him constantly chaste and aroused, and when Dad does get to beat his meat every two hundred years, he's ever so grateful."

Dylane let go of my cock again, which was waving in an empurpled fashion out of my zipper and she rose from the couch and pulled down her denim cut-offs and then her panties and waved her glorious cheeks in front of my panting face.

"You think you're hot for me now, Spiggy, but wait until you've been locked up for a long, long time and then you'll be happy to be rewarded for extensive chores and worship by getting to kiss and rim my caboose."

She bounced her plump butt so close to my lips, but not quite close enough.

"You won't even hope for an orgasm except maybe on the holidays, what Santa brings, right?"

Dylane smiled at my sweating face. "I had Esau so caught up in my ass. I 'd put on white thigh high stockings and spike heels and wear red lipstick and matching nail polish, fire-engine red, and maybe a hot little opaque bustier, and first I'd rub my bare butt up against his caged cock for a bit, and then I'd order him to drop to the hard floor."

I was hypnotized by my wife's glorious derriere, but I strived to listen.

"And I'd parade back and forth in front of poor Esau, as he knelt, naked staring at me, and then if he was especially good, I'd let him kiss my bare ass poking just above the thigh high stockings, for half an hour or so...of course he'd go to bed, frustrated, as his dick was locked in the cage, and with the dampness of the pre-ejaculate, he'd get chafed sometimes."

"C-can we make love now?" I was hoarse as I watched her bottom globes bouncing merrily.

"Is that what you want, big guy, or just to worship my butt with your tongue and go to bed frustrated? I'll tie your hands up tonight and tomorrow we can go cage shopping..."

She simpered at me, and waved that gorgeous rear end again.

"Of course if you like, I'll just blow you, or let you do me from behind or even sodomize me, if you like, as I'm a devoted wife, ...and that's what a spouse should do to appreciate a rich, generous man, but what do you really, really want?"

And of course I begged for her to just let me kiss her honeyed cheeks and send me to bed without a release. What else could I do?

I got the chastity cage put on in February 2003 I had my first jerk-off in March, but Dylane is humiliation oriented, so she had me do it in front of an open window, scandalizing elderly passers by.

I resisted initially, so she locked me back up and I didn't get another chance for at least a fortnight.

My next masturbation date was in June of '03, in front of Dylane's mother, who Dylane felt I'd always behaved in a superior and dismissive fashion in front of. Then, in September, after much discussion, I had to masturbate in front of my own mother, for the same reasons.

Because I'd been so "recalcitrant", a favorite word of Dylane's I didn't get to jerk off again until Christmas Day of '03 as a present. And by the way, I gave her a Porsche Turbo in return.

And then I got to wank again in March of 2004. This time I had to dress in drag and go down on a couple of "Customers" before I got to spooge on a full ashtray and lick it all up.

Those were female customers by the way, but then in June '04 I had to start blowing men, and wearing lipstick didn't help. Still I did get another jerk off session.

After this, Dylane felt that I should just suck off men and women when she told me to, for the sake of doing it, "No tips or promises, big boy."

In September 2008, Dylane told me she wanted me to finish my MBA and she'd let me jerk off after every favorable term report till the degree was complete. And I passed with flying colors!

In January of 2011, Dylane began a love relationship with a dominant man, Scurrilous Sidney, and he wanted to move in and take over my training, which I resisted...

Dylane informed me that until I changed my mind, I would not orgasm and I didn't give in for nearly four months.

But then I gave in and Sid moved in and lived with us through 2013.

I lived in the basement of course, while they were upstairs. Sometimes on a mattress and often in a cold cage, depending on my behavior and whether I was making regular bonuses at my new high finance job.

And then, six years ago, Dylie and I decided to have kids. Sid left and I was allowed to impregnate my wife and have penile-vaginal sex for the first time in a decade.

On Sundays now, Nana and Auntie Slayton take our three little ones to St. Grimalkin's for the 9:30 Mass, and here at home, out come the whips and chains...and then of course I limp remorsefully by my jubilant wife to the church nooner...