Kinktober 2022 #21 - Denial/Melt

Content Warnings - BDSM, consensual, F/m, femdom, chastity, denial, bondage

It was nine at night. Dr. Carol Walker was in the middle of a consultation when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Her private phone, which she used to communicate with her husband and nobody else. Carol kept a smile off her face and focused on the patient, because that was the priority and she was a professional. About twenty minute passed before she looked at the text Dennis sent her: A question mark and nothing else.

Now that she was alone in her office, Carol let the grin rip across her face. A single question mark was Carol and Dennis’s agreed-upon signal for Dennis to ask for an orgasm.  Her husband had been in chastity for a full week, as of today, and it must have gotten to him if he was requesting release just a few hours before she would be off work and free to have her fun with him.

Carol sat there in her office for five minutes, staring lovely down at that little question mark, before she sent a simple two-character denial. “No.”

Then, a moment later, she sent another text. “I expect a tuna melt sandwich at home.”

Carol slipped the phone back into her pocket and whistled a happy little tune as she went back out into the hospital to attend her duties. Patients and colleagues alike noted the surprising spring in her step for a doctor on a Saturday night shift. Carol got one knowing look from Pam, a nurse friend of hers, and made sure to wink back. Pam was a few years older than Carol, and actually the submissive half of her own relationship, but she got it.

Eventually it was time to go home. Carol kept on whistling, almost skipping as she made her way into the parking lot. In the car she sang a full concert in sync with her playlist.

At home, Carol marched straight to the kitchen table for her tuna melt sandwich. She took a minute to savor it, to fully enjoy and appreciate the only slightly too-cold taste before she deigned to look at her husband.

Dennis was kneeling at the edge of the kitchen, where he was supposed to be. His only clothes were the tight leather shorts Carol loved to see him in–the outline of his bulge and his ass were always a treat–and the matching collar at his throat. His hands were folded in his lap, and the excited grin on his face matched Carol’s.

He sprang into action when Carol finished eating. Within two minutes the plate was rinsed and in the dishwasher, the table had been cleared, and Dennis was standing at attention beside his wife.

Carol didn’t say anything right away. She touched and poked her husband, running her hands down his legs to see if they were shaved as she instructed, feeling the firmness beneath his slightly rotund belly, and tapping at the warm bulge in his tight leather shorts.

“You still want release, don’t you sweetie?”

Dennis shivered. “Yes, Doctor.”

Carol’s smile deepened. She was called doctor all day long by colleagues and patients, but something about hearing her earned from the lips of her submissive husband carried more weight.

“Well,” she said as she stood up and found a firm grip on his collar’s D-ring. “The tuna was a little cold for my taste, so we’ll see.”

And with that, she dragged her excitedly giggling husband to the bedroom. In minutes he was laying on his stomach on the bed, hands cuffed behind him. The next pair of leather cuffs went around his ankles, and a chain connected it to the first pair in a loose hogtie. Carol her favorite leather blindfold over Dennis’s eyes, the one with a little hole cut out to fit a nose through. Then she stuffed a rag in her husband’s mouth, stuffed a ball gag on top of it, and wrapped a cloth tight around his mouth to keep him just a little more quiet. Dennis could be loud when he was gagged.

“Roll around for me,” Carol ordered as she stripped out of her clothes. Dennis was still laughing behind his gag as he did just that, shifting from side to side and exposing his stomach with every turn. He loved being tied up.

“That’s it, good boy.” Carol was on the bed now. She grabbed his shoulders to still him and pulled his leather shorts a ways down his legs.

“Now I have a decision to make, don’t I? Should I give you that release, or deny you one more night?”

The giggling finally changed into a more worried sound. Carol could see his thoughts playing out behind the blindfold in his head. Was she being serious? She wouldn’t really give him denial and keep him in chastity, would she?

Let him stew on that a little bit longer.

“I’ll decide later. For now, we need to focus on my release.”