She was actually watching Trent's hands resting at his sides, where he had obediently left them at Lydia's request. She was watching for them to start clenching and unclenching, for his fingers to start wiggling uncontrollably, and now that they were, she knew that this was a sign that Trent was getting extremely close to shooting his load all over her soft, manicured hand. Suddenly, she slowed her rubbing to a near crawl, just barely moving her hand up and down his shaft, causing Trent to let out a groan of frustration.

“Come on, Lydia, just get me off already, you promised!” Trent said in his frustration.

Lydia simply looked up at him through the long black hair that framed her face, and watched the desperation in his eyes as she even more slowly rubbed his cock, up and down, up and down, taking her time at the head to rub a few small circles with her finger tips on each up stroke.

“I promised to lube you up and rub you off.” Lydia said calmly. “But, as you can see, I need to add more lube to be a woman of my word.” She explained as she held up her hand, which, though quite sticky, was clearly not wet with lube.

Lydia reached across the bed and grasped the bottle of lube lying there. Pointing it at her hand, she squeezed the bottle. It emitted nothing but the sound of air, so she squeezed again, only getting a few drops of lube to drip into her palm.

She shrugged and tossed the bottle to the side before saying to Trent, “I'm sorry, honey, but we agreed that I would lube up your cock and give you a good orgasm, but we're all out of lube, so it's going to have to wait until I can get some more at the store.”

All Trent could manage at this news was to throw his head back and groan. Had he looked down he would have been able to see Lydia's childish smile of joy at his reaction, but, unfortunately for him, he missed it, as he had all the other times.

“I'm sorry sweetie,” Lydia said, trying her best to put on a “sorry” face, “But we're going to have to put you back in the chastity belt until later.”

Trent looked down at her in disbelief and said “Can't we just go without it for now? It's really uncomfortable.”

“Of course it's uncomfortable, Trent, it wouldn't prevent you from playing with yourself if it wasn't. You know how I feel about this. It's wrong for you to go around relieving yourself whenever you feel like it now that we're married. Your pleasure and your sperm should be shared with me from now on, and if this is what we have to do to make sure you remember to honor me, then this is what we must do.” Lydia calmly explained as she carefully rubbed the last drops of lube onto Trent's deflating cock and slid the sleek steel chastity cage over it.

Wrapping the metal wring behind his balls, she slid the cock cage into place and put the tiny metal lock into place, and, with a simple squeeze of her slender fingers and a click, Trent's lust was locked away again.

“All safe again, all mine again.” Lydia whispered as she straddled Trent and began kissing him beneath the curtain of her dark hair and began to rub her clit on his cock cage. This was her favorite way to cum, and since their marriage, Trent was slowly learning that.

...

Over a month had passed when Lydia finally came home from grocery shopping with a bottle of lube in the bottom of one of the bags. Trent had complained about this more than once in the weeks after his last frustration. She claimed not to have noticed how much time had passed, though she secretly delighted in every hour he went frustrated because of her, secretly rubbing herself to orgasm after orgasm in the bathroom to his dilemma.

They had been making out for over an hour when she finally got his pants down and pulled out the fresh bottle of lube. She sat up, straddling him and slowly rubbing her pussy, still encased in panties and pants, against Trent's chastity cage as she reached between her breasts and began playing with the key she kept on a chain there.

“Are you ready to cum, sweetie?” She asked.

“Yes, I'm so ready.” Trent replied already almost breathless with excitement.

“Good, but I'm not giving you a hand job this time. I want you to cum in my pussy, but on one simple condition.”

“What?” Trent asked, eager to finally get to fuck his wife again since their wedding night.

Lydia reached to a stack of papers on the bed side table and placed them, along with a pen, on Trent's chest.

“I want you to sign a post-nup.” Lydia said calmly.

“A what?” Trent asked.

“A post nuptial agreement. I just want to make sure that if something ever happens, I'll be taken care of.” Lydia explained.

Trent took the stack of papers and skimmed through them. He was no fool, and he had no intention of giving over more than her fare share if anything ever did happen, though he doubted they would ever break up. It all seemed pretty straight forward from his brief glance. She would receive a lump of cash he could easily afford she could live off of if they ever divorced, and she would get the house, which was fine being as he really wasn't fond of it anyway.

Trent quickly signed the papers and handed them to Lydia, who placed them back on the bedside table and quickly used her key to unlock Trent's chastity belt.

“Ooohh, you're ready, aren't you?” Lydia said as she squeezed lube onto Trent's hard and throbbing cock before pulling down her pants and panties and straddling him once again.

Trent gasped as Lydia slowly pushed her pussy down onto his cock, easily sliding his swollen member into her. She bounced on his cock once, twice, and thrice before he threw his head back and moaned, his cock shooting spurt after spurt of pent up cum deep into her pussy.

When he finally finished, the last of his cum dribbling out of his cock into her, Lydia looked down at him and said, “That's okay honey, it's been a really long time for you, and I'm just happy you had so much fun,” before bending down and kissing him.

As she nuzzled against his neck, her mouth less than an inch from his ear, she whispered to him, “Let's get that chastity cage back on you now.”

...

As Trent entered the house it almost seemed foreign so much had been changed. He hadn't been in it for over a month, and Lydia had taken the opportunity to change all the art on the walls, re-decorate with all new furniture, and get rid of the oversized TV that had always sat on her old hope chest in the living room. He couldn't help but wonder where the unit had gone and if he could acquire it before their business was done as he called in for her.

“I'm in the bedroom, I'll be out in a minute!” She shouted back. “Have a seat in the living room while you wait!”

Looking at the new couch, he decided to stand. It was some modern art piece that looked extremely attractive, but extremely uncomfortable.

As he waited, pacing around his old living room and examining the new art on the walls, Trent realized he had never once seen inside the old hope chest Lydia had insisted they take to every place they had ever stayed at, carrying the heavy, clunky box from one apartment to the next and finally to it's current spot in the living room.

He doubted he would get another chance to peek inside once the divorce was finalized. They had remained friendly so far, but who knew what would happen once the business was completed and they both had found new lovers. His curiosity peaked, Trent slowly lifted the lid, trying not to disturb the doilies resting on its surface, and peeked inside.

In the dim light, he glimpsed what appeared to be several small jars filled with liquid before he heard the sound of high-heels clicking down the hallway and quickly shut the box and stepped away from it.

As Lydia entered the room, clad in a too tight button up shirt and a too short black business skirt, Trent was amazed at how great she looked. He almost wanted to try to seduce her and see if they could stay together longer, but he knew that they had both long ago realized they couldn't stand eachother, and he was certain he couldn't stand any longer in the chastity cage that had become all too familiar around his cock.

Lydia was holding a folder which she sat on the couch and opened.

“Hello Trent, shall we get down to business?” She said as she began to flip through the papers.

“Sounds good to me.” Trent replied, eager to get the cage off his cock and get some unknown pussy, as he sat down next to her. Lydia looked at him from the corner of her eye, smiling slyly before going back to her papers.

“It looks like we're almost done. The deed to the house came today, and your alimony check cleared, thank you by the way, so that's almost it.” She said as she flipped through a few more of the papers.

Trent shifted uncomfortably, as if to emphasize the one thing Lydia seemed to be forgetting, as his cock attempted to grow in the cock cage in reaction to the perfect view of Lydia's breasts he was getting thanks to her slightly unbuttoned shirt.

“Of course, I need to give you this.” Lydia said as she reached behind her neck and unclasped the chain holding the key to Trent's chastity belt.

She held it in her hand, twisting the chain and watching the key spin as she said, “Actually, I was wondering if I could just unlock you and keep the key and chastity belt as a memento. It makes me kinda hot to think about how long I've kept you in that, and I would really like to have the reminder available.”

“Sure, you can keep it if it means that much to you.” Trent replied. If she wanted to keep the thing and masturbate while looking at it, that was fine with him, just as long as it wasn't on his cock anymore.

“Thanks. Why don't you stand up for me?” Lydia said.

Trent happily stood in front of her and undid his pants, sliding them down along with his underwear to reveal the shiny metal tube his cock had spent so much time in over the past years.

Lydia slid the key into the lock and with a twist of her fingers and a click, released Trent's cock from its captivity. She slowly slid the cage and the ring off of Trent's cock and balls and connected them back together, relocking the device and setting it on the small table next to the couch as if it were a sculpture.

“That just leaves one thing.” Lydia said, talking more to Trent's still exposed cock than to Trent.

“What's that?” Trent asked, genuinely surprised.

Lydia flipped through her papers again and replied, “According to the post-nup, when we divorce I get to keep your testicles.”

Trent looked at her in confusion, as though Lydia had suddenly gone crazy, “What?” he asked flatly, “Let me see that.”

Trent snatched the papers from Lydia and looked through them. He looked at them in genuine surprise at the highlighted line that clearly stated that his wife would keep possession of his testicles after the divorce. How had he missed that before?

“How do you intend to keep my testicles?!” Trent asked, frowning at Lydia, and taking the opportunity to look down her blouse again.

“Well,” Lydia began, “I'm going to wrap a very tight rubber band around your cock and balls to keep bleeding to a minimum, then I'm going to use a very sharp kitchen knife to slice them off. And, after I've secured them in a jar so I can do whatever I want with them later, I will rush you to the hospital so you can get proper attention for the wound.”

Trent just looked at her in bewilderment. It was absolutely amazing that he had never once realized such a thought could run through his wife's head, and that she would be able to plan it so intricately and calmly.

“I...no.” Trent mumbled, “No. I won't let you do that. There must be an alternative.”

“Oh there is,” Lydia explained, “But the alternative is rather costly as you can see here.”

Trent's eyes went wide at the number of zeros in the number Lydia's slender finger was pointing to on the page. If he didn't give her his testicles, he wouldn't have enough money to live, ever.

“But, this isn't fair.” Trent mumbled.

“Oh don't be so dramatic, Trent.” Lydia said. “It's not that big of a deal, all you need to do is start getting testosterone shots and you'll be good as new, maybe even better. You'll be able to get it up as long as the testosterone is in your system, you may even last longer, and you won't have to worry about getting some woman pregnant accidentally. “

Lydia reached out and began to rub Trent's cock, which quickly grew to fill her inviting hand.

“You see, we both get something out of this. I get my trophy, and you get all the bareback sex you want.” she explained and she began slowly rubbing his cock with her soft hand.

Trent thought about it a moment. It did sound very appealing, and he really couldn't afford the alternative.

“All right, let's do this. Get your equipment.” Trent said.

“Yay!” Lydia shouted, her face lit up with a smile like a little girl who's received the present she really wanted, as she jumped out of the couch and ran into the kitchen.

When she returned, a thick rubber band in one hand and a freshly sharpened butcher knife in the other, Trent's cock was still hard from her manipulations and his years of little to no sex.

Lydia quickly wrapped the rubber band around his cock and balls, twisting it into complex patterns to isolated his cock from his balls and both from his body.

“Don't want to hit the wrong thing by mistake.” She explained as she finished and looked down at his bulging, separated, and almost blue cock and balls.

She ran to the kitchen again, leaving the knife on the couch, and returned with a mason jar filled with liquid, which Trent guessed as a preservative of some kind.

She sat the jar on the table next to Trent's old chastity belt and picked the knife back up.

“Okay, brace yourself. You won't bleed much, but this could hurt a lot if I don't sever all the nerves when I slice it off.” Lydia said as she bent over, hiding Trent's package behind her curtain of hair as she got her face as close to it as she could.

Trent closed his eyes and waited. He was ready to finally get this over with and start having regular orgasms again, even if he had to take medication to do it. It had been so long since his last one, he thought about getting the prescription right away after the doctors checked him out so he could get home and jack off before looking for a good woman to starting riding him regularly.

“Here we go.” Lydia said as she quickly moved the knife through Trent's soft flesh.

Trent felt a sudden pain in his cock, followed by a feeling of nothingness. He found it odd that he didn't feel anything in his balls until Lydia stood up, and he could see quite clearly that in one hand she held the butcher knife, dripping with blood, and in the other she held his dripping cock.

Trent looked down in horror and realized that while his cock was now gone except for the slightest of stubs, his balls were still intact, attached, and aching with frustration.

“Ooops, sorry sweetie, I didn't show you the next page where it allows for a substitution of your cock for your balls.” Lydia said, smiling in joy at the look of horror on Trent's face, “I just decided at the last minute that I'd rather have this than those.”

Lydia calmly placed the severed penis into the jar and twisted the lid onto it, giving it a quick shake to ensure that the cock floated to the bottom and was fully immersed in the preservative.

“Looks like you get to keep your balls afterwards. Yeah, you!” Lydia said as she smiled and mock clapped in excitement at Trent's chance to keep his testicles. Lydia walked over to her old hope chest with the jar containing Trent's still slightly erect penis and opened the lid of the old box.

The light shining into the container, Trent could see clearly that within the hope chest Lydia had been so careful to conceal from him all those years, as several jars, each containing a shriveled, preserved penis.

“We should get you to the hospital so you can heal up and get to your new life of eternal blue balls constantly filling for me. Just like all the other poor boys.” Lydia said as she placed the jar into the box and closed the lid.

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