My Descent into Cuckoldry Part 3. Diane’s ‘Bestie’s’ Lie Lands Me in Trouble.
MY DESCENT INTO CUCKOLDRY PART 3. DIANE’S ‘BESTIE‘S‘ LIE LANDS ME IN TROUBLE.
Every morning of the next week I was woken by pain from my ‘morning wood’, caused by vivid erotic dreams about Diane. She was different from any other girlfriend I’d had before and she excited me with her unconventional behavior. I dealt with the ‘morning wood‘ pain by thinking of unpleasant things that turned me off. I longed to see her again and the weekend seemed too far in the future. Eventually, Friday arrived and I finished work early to maximize my time with her. When she saw me pull up, she opened the front door, allowed me to kiss her on the cheek, and suggested I take my case upstairs and come down for a drink and to meet her ‘bestie’.
I entered the lounge to find Diane and her friend sitting next to each other on the sofa so I took one of the armchairs opposite. Diane introduced me to her friend and then said, “This is my close friend Jane.” I was taken aback - Jane was the name of her friend who had suggested I wear a chastity cage... was this the same Jane, or did Diane have another friend called Jane? I didn’t know how to react and was embarrassed so didn’t say much. Diane picked up on this saying “In case you’re wondering, this is my dearest friend Jane, who is advising me on how to help you with your problem.” Jane was attractive and quite tall, she looked sporty and quite muscular.
She told me that Diane seemed to be more alive since meeting me and couldn’t stop talking about me. She told me not to be embarrassed about my problem keeping hard, not to fret, and that it would all work out. She was so ‘normal’ about it that she soon put me at ease. She genuinely seemed to like me. We sat down for a lovely meal of lasagna with garlic bread and red wine. There was no more mention of anything embarrassing and I soon felt that I had made a new friend in Jane. We ran out of wine and Diane said she would go to the local shop for another bottle. I offered to go but Diane said that as she knew the way it would be quicker if I stayed and chatted with Jane. I asked Jane what she did and she told me she was a furniture designer. More questions led to me learning that her hobbies included athletics and that she loved horse riding, dance, d..i.y., and ‘inventing things’. “And what does your other half do?”, I asked,
She replied, “Oh, he’s my hubwife." Then Diane returned and topped up our glasses. She then asked what we’d talked about To which Jane replied, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but as soon as you had gone, he asked me to give him a key to his cage. Obviously, I refused and he offered me £100 for it, again I told him no, and then he threatened me - thank goodness, you returned In time!” She broke down in tears!
I couldn’t believe what I heard. None of this was true. I started to protest my innocence but Diane fixed me with a piercing glare that froze me mid-sentence. “You little worm, how dare you to treat Jane like that? Not a word, come with me.” She led me upstairs and told me to take my clothes off, then opened a door from her bedroom into a small empty closet. Wearing only my chastity cage, she put a blindfold over my eyes and told me to hold up my hands. I heard the sound of chains and felt her buckle straps around my wrists and then click! Click! As she locked the straps closed. “I’m going to comfort Jane now. You can think about what you’ve done - I’ll deal with you later!”
This story and each chapter are being added to in small sections as I get an opportunity. Please be patient, keep checking.……and if you want to encourage me, give me some feedback. Thank you.
Every morning of the next week I was woken by pain from my ‘morning wood’, caused by vivid erotic dreams about Diane. She was different from any other girlfriend I’d had before and she excited me with her unconventional behavior. I dealt with the ‘morning wood‘ pain by thinking of unpleasant things that turned me off. I longed to see her again and the weekend seemed too far in the future. Eventually, Friday arrived and I finished work early to maximize my time with her. When she saw me pull up, she opened the front door, allowed me to kiss her on the cheek, and suggested I take my case upstairs and come down for a drink and to meet her ‘bestie’.
I entered the lounge to find Diane and her friend sitting next to each other on the sofa so I took one of the armchairs opposite. Diane introduced me to her friend and then said, “This is my close friend Jane.” I was taken aback - Jane was the name of her friend who had suggested I wear a chastity cage... was this the same Jane, or did Diane have another friend called Jane? I didn’t know how to react and was embarrassed so didn’t say much. Diane picked up on this saying “In case you’re wondering, this is my dearest friend Jane, who is advising me on how to help you with your problem.” Jane was attractive and quite tall, she looked sporty and quite muscular.
She told me that Diane seemed to be more alive since meeting me and couldn’t stop talking about me. She told me not to be embarrassed about my problem keeping hard, not to fret, and that it would all work out. She was so ‘normal’ about it that she soon put me at ease. She genuinely seemed to like me. We sat down for a lovely meal of lasagna with garlic bread and red wine. There was no more mention of anything embarrassing and I soon felt that I had made a new friend in Jane. We ran out of wine and Diane said she would go to the local shop for another bottle. I offered to go but Diane said that as she knew the way it would be quicker if I stayed and chatted with Jane. I asked Jane what she did and she told me she was a furniture designer. More questions led to me learning that her hobbies included athletics and that she loved horse riding, dance, d..i.y., and ‘inventing things’. “And what does your other half do?”, I asked,
She replied, “Oh, he’s my hubwife." Then Diane returned and topped up our glasses. She then asked what we’d talked about To which Jane replied, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but as soon as you had gone, he asked me to give him a key to his cage. Obviously, I refused and he offered me £100 for it, again I told him no, and then he threatened me - thank goodness, you returned In time!” She broke down in tears!
I couldn’t believe what I heard. None of this was true. I started to protest my innocence but Diane fixed me with a piercing glare that froze me mid-sentence. “You little worm, how dare you to treat Jane like that? Not a word, come with me.” She led me upstairs and told me to take my clothes off, then opened a door from her bedroom into a small empty closet. Wearing only my chastity cage, she put a blindfold over my eyes and told me to hold up my hands. I heard the sound of chains and felt her buckle straps around my wrists and then click! Click! As she locked the straps closed. “I’m going to comfort Jane now. You can think about what you’ve done - I’ll deal with you later!”
This story and each chapter are being added to in small sections as I get an opportunity. Please be patient, keep checking.……and if you want to encourage me, give me some feedback. Thank you.
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