Karen Chapter 3: making supper

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This entry is part 3 of 8 in the series Karen

We were still laying in bed, naked, after my wife’s experiment with my new chastity tube.

She seemed half asleep on her side of the bed, but her legs were still shaking a little from her orgasm, something I sometimes saw her do after oral sex, but this was a first after a penetration.

I removed the sleeve and slowly left the bed and began collecting my clothes.

“Stay naked. Make supper”, Karen weakly said.

I was about to say something, but decided against it. She visibly was spent from the efforts and I was still filled with energy!

I first turned on the oven. I didn’t know yet what we would eat, but preheating the oven seemed like a good choice: I didn’t really want to fry something in a skillet while completely naked.

It’s only then that the irony it me. It was possibly the first time I would cook supper naked, and at the same time, the first time I wasn’t fully naked when not wearing any clothes.

I took the time to observe a little the device.

I could touch the tip of my penis from the opened end, but because of the piecing, there was no way to pull it out at all. It was firmly locked and would remain so until the bolt would be removed.

Speaking of the bolt, it was a security bolt: it had an irregular shape without any sharp corner: it was more like an ellipse or, even better, a splotch of ink, but without the lines sticking out.

To make matters worse, there was a large pin in the middle which in effect, prevented inserting anything strong enough to excerpt enough torque to unscrew it.

In a way, it was a brilliant lock: it locked with enough strength, the only way to remove the screw would be the tool dandling from my Karen’s waist chain.

I decided to make some rice, boil some vegetable and cook in the oven two salmons we had in the freezer,  making them bathe in my famous lemon sauce.

It was one of Karen’s favorite meal that didn’t involve a frying pan (otherwise, my mixed meat┬ásouvlakis might take the palm).

When the cooking was almost completed, Karen joined me in the kitchen, still naked and half asleep.

She came for a hug, and gently pressed her nude body against mine, while kissing me passionately with her lips.

“Frustrated?”, she asked, playfully.

“It’s not that bad”

“Good, that means we can make it last a little…”. She grabbed the metal tube with her hand and played with it a little.

“When did you order this?”, I asked.

“Honestly? Last year, when I asked you to get your piercing. I wanted to put it once it was healed, but this thing is custom made and took almost 6 months to come in!”

I was surprised she kept it a secret for so long.

She continued.

“But then, the sleeve was all wrong. It didn’t fit with the tube. I don’t know what happened, but I returned it, and it took them over three months to get it right. When I got it, you had your pneumonia, and then, I decided to wait for our anniversary.”

“How considerate of you…”, I said, a little ironically.

“Thank you! The salmon smells great… I’ll sit at the table like a good little princess waiting for her meal.”

“You’re not getting dressed?”

“I don’t think you understand how this device works honey… the more frustrated and horny you are, the better it works. So no, I am not getting dressed. In fact, I won’t wear much clothes in the new few days.”

“Exciting…”, I said, smiling. Karen always knew that I absolutely love seeing her naked.

“We’ll see how exciting it is after a few days without an orgasm, or even an erection… apparently, it does wonder to the male psyche!”



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