Mature chastity couple retirement – part 1

Stroy by DaltonOtt

Bob and Carol live in the rural midwest and after years of hard work they are both retired. The children are grown and have moved out of state. They own a home in the country with ten acres of wooded land. The closest neighbors are friendly but keep to themselves. It is that part of the country where most people respect other people’s privacy.

Bob and Carol are introverts with little interest in travel or social events. They have been together since high school and are best friends. They moved away from the city where they were raised after they married because they both wanted privacy.

Their children have similar private natures and never visit unannounced. Bob and Carol have had a very healthy sex life, but never openly. The children knew there was something very special mom and dad did that made them happy. When the children were young Bob and Carol would set the kids up with a movie and popcorn then retire to their room for a few hours so the kids learned to give them privacy,

Bob by nature was submissive to Carol and she was a strong-willed dominant wife. They were unaware but they had developed these rolls naturally. Carol expected Bob to be a strong masculine and assertive man, she did not value weakness. Bob loved her femininity and her clear ability to give direction.

Their public relationship was polite and respectful. She never embarrassed or emasculated Bob in public. Bob demonstrated absolute respect and devotion to Carol. Some men kidded Bob about being so adoring mostly because he made them look bad to their own wives. Other wives admired Bob’s devotion but never got more than polite interaction from Bob and a smile from Carol.

When people retire they need a new hobby to keep them challenged. Bob and Carol are both in good health so they eat well, bicycle hiked, do yard work and work out with weights. Carol is a voracious reader, loves research and writes. She hates social media, Bob is enough social life for her. Her garden is a passion but Bob is her real passion.

Bob doesn’t golf, hunt, fish or bowl and doesn’t have any desire to hang with the boys. Bob faces a common retirement problem his only real passion other than work has been bondage and chastity. It isn’t a secret but he has kept these in check not wanting to overwhelm Carol. Carol knew about Bob’s interests and sometimes they used bondage in their sex life but it was on and off.

It is odd that Bob and Carol were so close and didn’t know how much they both secretly craved bondage. Carol thought she might overwhelm Bob if she tied him up as often as she wanted. Bob was worried Carol would get turned off if she knew how often he wanted to be tied up.

One morning bondage session Carol decided she would show Bob how much she liked bondage and see how much bondage Bob could tolerate. She tied Bob spread eagle on their kingsize bed with leather cuffs. Bob thought it would be teasing, face-sitting, and a hump session. To his surprise, Carol inserted earplugs, taped his eyes shut, and tied a pillowcase over his head filled with a week’s worth of her soiled underwear. She spent the next two hours in the garden.

She returned to the bedroom to find Bob humping the air. She couldn’t resist giving Bob a slow hand and blowjob tease. After an hour of slow soft torture mixed with 10 fast and 10 slow edgings, she left Bob hanging while she showered. She returned, slowly teasing and edged Bob for another half hour then headed for the kitchen to prepare dinner, then another 30 minutes session while dinner baked.

Bob has talked about chastity devices for many years, along with his interest in bondage. He talked about them in a wondering way, not an I want or need to do this way. Carol has worried about what will happen to Bob when he fully retires. She thought his only real passion is me, bondage, and possibly chastity in that order. Carol understood Bob would never move first so she would have to be the one to open this door.

She knew the idea or fantasy of bondage and chastity is much different than reality. She understood this clearly so today’s experiment was her first test of Bob’s true interest in bondage. She thought so far he is passing with flying colors. Bob had been tied up for over six hours now so Carol rode Bob to a big finish then untied him.

Afterward, over dinner, she asked Bob about his thoughts. He was trying to hold back but Carol wouldn’t have that so she for the first time ordered Bob to tell her the truth. They were both shocked at her words and tone but didn’t say anything about it.

Bob immediately said it was the most amazing experience he ever had and regretted his orgasm. Carol looked pleased and puzzled, you loved the bondage but regretted the orgasm? Bob quietly answered that he was in such a perfect place he didn’t want it to end, the bondage or the sexual frustration. Carol thought to herself the door had been opened.

For the next week, it was nonstop discussions about bondage, sexual teasing, and chastity. Finally, Bob mentioned Carol’s direct order and how it made him feel. Usually, if I haven’t anticipated what you need you politely ask me to do whatever it is you want. Saying it as a direct order was something new, I have longed to hear from that part of you. Carol your words went through me like a drug.

Now that the table was set Bob and Carol set off on a life of almost daily bondage for Bob that is. He built a wooden pillory in the middle of Carol’s garden where Bob spends endless hours on display while Carol does her gardening.

Chastity came true as Bob went all-in with a steel device with a piercing. The only time he was out of chastity was when he was staked out in the yard, standing spread eagle in the barn or straitjacketed and caged in the basement. At night Bob slept in a leather sleep-sack beside Carol.

Bob went weeks and sometimes months without an orgasm. Carol because of her love for reading and research devised more and more ideas as to how to challenge Bob. Bob had a stoic submission and would never beg, plead or even ask for an orgasm. Carol knew Bob so well that she could see him struggling with this inner turmoil as the frustration built, Carol got off on this. Bob became lost in his devotion to Carol. His sexual control, bondage stamina, and oral skills were developing nicely.

Bob was driven deeper into subspace by her new direct personality. Carol controlled their workouts, Bob’s grooming, and his areas of responsibility. They continued with endless experiments to see which elements of BDSM fit them. Age play, feminization, cuckolding, high protocol, and needles were out, but long-term bondage, chastity devices, strap-ons, cum eating, piss drinking, objectification, caning, and CBT was in.

Bob developed another hobby. After he did his chores always done in chastity naked Bob would work hours in his workshop building bondage devices out of wood, leather, and metal. Carol helped with the fitting and development. Soon the house was filled with ingenious contraptions that could easily disappear when the company arrived.

On one visit the kids mentioned how happy we both looked and wondered what we do now that we are retired. We haven’t come up with a good answer for that question yet.


Bob and Carol had an amazing dynamic, Bob loved bondage and sexual frustration and Carol loved testing him by giving him more than he could handle. Day after day, week after week, month after month Bob was tested 24/6.

Yes I mean 24/6, Carol wanted a day to check in with Bob to keep the relationship healthy. One day per week the only bondage was Bob’s chastity device. Bob would wear clothes and refrain from worshiping Carol. It was their date night, they would dress up and go to a local restaurant, talk, and look into the eyes of each other. When they returned home they would go to bed and sleep in each other’s arms. In the morning Bob would be groomed and naked greeting Carol with fresh coffee and a bagel. Bob was free to begin another six full-day journey to subspace.

For the next six days, If Bob wasn’t in bondage, he was doing chores, working out, serving Carol’s sexual needs or building creative bondage equipment. He was always dressed only in his chastity device, always completely hairless and always ready to obey any order Carol could dream up.

Carol reads every book she can find about bondage, chastity, mind control, and animal training. She is researching every corner of the internet to perfect her skills. Her entire focus is on creating as much endless sexual frustration for Bob as possible. She studies the effects of long-term bondage and subspace conditioning on his moods and behavior. Carol is continually amazed by Bob’s strength and unquenched desire for more and more bondage. She wants to feed his need. Bob feeds Carol’s needs and cravings by enduring every test or torment she can dream up.

Carol didn’t want a slave she wanted Bob. She spent days treating him like an object but in her mind, it was always Bob enjoying his well-earned retirement by being my footstool. They had a safe word but she knew Bob would never use it. Bob would endure any bondage for as long as Carol wanted him to endure it.

She created a few stress predicaments that would have Bob shaking and covered with sweat. Her favorite was in the barn. Bob would be standing with arms overhead with his thumbs in metal cuffs suspended by a chain. Another chain was attached to the back of his collar then run down his back and through a ring on the floor then attached to a metal ball cuff with spikes. Carol adjusted it to keep Bob’s knees slightly bent but not too much. Bob was in a full leather bondage hood with earplugs, taped eyes, and internal gag.

His thumbs could not take much weight so he would have to expend energy holding his arms in position. His ball cuff would keep his legs bent but just enough. Any more of a bend would shorten the session Bob could endure this position for more than two full hours. Carol would quietly sit in a chair and watch Bob struggle, shake and sweat. She would pleasure herself while watching Bob use his strong will to endure this torment until she let him down.

Carol first thought she was being mean to Bob but she found to fit it was too little stress  Bob would be bored, Carol soon understood Bondage gets real when you want to get out. Comfortable bondage like Bob’s leather sleeping sack on their bed was for comfort but a real bondage session needs to be a challenge.

Longterm low-stress bondage sessions or short stressful bondage sessions, long-term chastity device sessions with limited touch or chastity sessions of endless edging and testing, this was Bob’s future for as long as the magic lasted.

Bob always smiled when she removed the hood no matter how long or how intense the session had been. This inspired Carol to relax and not worry that she might break him.

Carol seemed to have a two-track program, one was bondage and the other was chastity and sexual frustration. Bob was in plenty of bondage so removing his device for edging or cleaning was easy. Bob hadn’t seen his cock for months on end. Carol saw chastity as the inability too access a cock, so bondage would work as chastity too. Bob would be in the garden pillory for up to six hours so Carol would remove his chastity to give it some fresh air.  After a soap down and a garden hose shower, she would replace his device and send him off to prepare dinner.

At night she loved edging him in his sleep-sack. The well-worn plush leather bag was attached to Bob’s side of the bed. Bob was always ear plugged and blindfolded but his mouth was ready for Carol to use. Some nights she would ride Bob to an explosive orgasm then drip the load in Bob’s mouth.

Carol always added a pillowcase hood full of her soiled panties for Bob to breathe while he slept. Bob slept most nights in this leather heaven drowning in her scent. The sleep-sack fit loosely but escape was impossible. Most nights Carol would read as Bob slept but some nights depending on her reading material Carol would edge him until she dropped off to sleep.

On awakening, Carol would unzip Bob and doze off. Bob would dutifully replace his chastity device before removing his blindfold. He would place the key in a lockbox on Carol’s side of the bed then store the sleep-sack under the bed. Bob’s day started with chores and grooming, then Carols morning coffee. Some mornings Bob found notes in the kitchen about her plans for the day.

Somedays he was instructed to put himself in some sort of elaborate bondage to wait for her and other mornings it was a list of chores she needed done. Mostly this was his time to relax and enjoy the morning but not a time to access his cock.

The great thing about retirement is free time. Garbage day, mail delivery, package delivery, and a trip to the grocery store, but today even groceries can be delivered. Bob and Carol rarely left the property, this suited them both perfectly. Every day she chose Carol could set Bob up in some sort of bondage then curl up with a book as long as she liked. Bob was happy as a pig in the slop and she could relax and pursue her interests.

She had developed a spreadsheet. This was designed to keep Bob in as much bondage as possible, as sexually frustrated as possible and as off-balance as possible. Bob knew nothing about her organized plan but she had factored in everything. She read and researched male sex drives, brain chemistry, diet, exercise, pheromone conditioning, mind control, hypnosis, sensory deprivation, pain, isolation, and every other subject that would apply to Bob.

Bob had become her retirement hobby and he was willing to take that train where ever it led. Bob wasn’t going to be that old guy in tennis shoes yelling at the kids to get off of his lawn. He would be mowing his lawn naked locked in chastity.


Carol had been planning this week for months. The kids had taken a vacation to visit to celebrate their parent’s birthdays. Bob and Carol were born in the same week. After two weeks with grandkids and celebration, their family finally packed their bags and flew back home.

Bob will have been locked in chastity for 100 days this coming Tuesday. Carol had not physically edged him, in fact she had gone out of her way to avoid any contact with his caged member. The bondage sessions were the same but oral sex, piss drinking and nights in soiled panty hoods ramped up. She had Bob taste her after her workouts. She ordered him to seal his mouth on her and drink in every drop of her piss at least once a day. The soiled panties were not only around his head at night but over his nose all through the day.

This was a long-term goal to condition Bob to her scents and flavors. Her sex was usually dried on his face and deep in his sinuses, the more pungent her scent the more of an effect it had on him. Her warm piss in his stomach would go throughout his digestive system then become part of his very own sweat. The constant scent of her soiled panties deep in his lungs gave Bob no escape from erotic sexual dreams about his frustrated state.

Bob would almost lose his mind every time he smelled her hair, feet, armpits or sex. After two weeks with the family, his insanity had subsided but the very first bondage session brought him right to the edge again and actually brought him to tears. Bob was desperate exactly where Carol wanted him. Her long-term goal was to break this stoic man, she seemed to be closing in on her goal.

Bob on the other hand was in a catch 22, if he broke down he feared she would look at him as a failure. On the other hand, he would be giving her what she wanted. Carol fortified his internal confusion by telling him not to disappoint her while doing everything in her power to make him fail. Would she be angry with me? Would she enjoy my brokenness? Would she think I was weak or strong? Bob’s focus drew back to the very moment he was in. This was the perfect subspace for a true submissive husband. The thinking was her implement of torment so not thinking was not obeying her so he chose to drink in her mental torture in the same way he would drink in the physical pain she delivered.

That night Bob slept in the sleep-sack with pussy juice on his face and in his nose, her fresh piss on his breath and the scent of her sweat-filled soiled panties deep in his lungs. She woke up before Bob, she had her coffee and bagel, then dressed in her garden clothes before she let Bob out of bondage. She took him to the bathroom then led him by a leash still ear plugged, blindfolded and wearing the soiled panty hood to a tree in the woods near the garden. She cuffed his hands overhead tied his ankles apart then removed his chastity device.

Bob’s cock became hard immediately. Carol worked in her garden until Bob assumed this was the extent of today’s session. He relaxed and let go, he started humping the air and struggling with the bondage. She waited until the right moment to open her garden tool box to remove the Tiger Balm. She had never played with this before but she knew it was not actually damaging but she knew it did hurt like hell.

She approached Bob and began to massage his cock with her glove-covered hand. Bob sprung to life welcoming her desperately wanted attention. He could not smell the menthol through the soiled panties but soon he started to feel something. She applied an ample coating to his cock and balls, his nipples and around his asshole. The shock ran through Bob’s body as the Tiger Balm heated up. Carol patted Bob on the ass and packed up to go back to the house.

On her way back to the house she began to hear Bob let out a questioning moan through the pillowcase. She looked back to see Bob begin to struggle with his bondage in earnest. She had tightened the leather cuffs an extra notch because she knew this would be a test of her bondage skills. By the time she got to the house Bob was in a full-blown panic, but what reassured her was her last glimpse of his throbbing cock still hard as a rock. She knew it would soon be limp but knowing Bob enjoyed the idea was enough to overcome any doubts she may have harbored.

Carol made fresh coffee and sat on the patio about 100 yards from Bob. She smiled as she heard this strong-grown man yelling his groans. No yells for help or mercy just yells of submissive pain. An hour later Carol returned for a fresh coat and then had another cup of coffee. After three coats and four hours of bondage struggle, Bob was slumped in submission. After a garden hose bath and enema, Carol led him to the garden pillory to spend a few hours winding down.

Back at the house Bob had a protein drink, went back into chastity, a padded leather bondage hood and straight jacket. Then he was escorted to the small cage in the basement for the night. Bob had been blindfolded for over 20 hours and would be 30 hours by morning.

The morning came and Bob was immediately escorted back to the tree for another Tiger Balm session. Carol was testing the depths of Bob’s submission to see if he would willingly surrender again to this severe experience. She knew he knew what was coming and got off on his knowing surrender to what was about to happen. This time she smeared his entire body with this evil cream, plus inserting her fingers an inch into his ass. She applied an extra coat on the head of his rock-hard cock which was another sign he was enjoying it or at least eroticizing the pain so he could handle it better. Bob didn’t wait long to scream and struggle in desperation. Carol felt absolutely no pity for his suffering which frightened her a little. This went on for two more sessions until she ran out of Tiger Balm.

Bob was completely spent so tomorrow’s day of rest and date night would bring some welcomed aftercare for them both. After a day so intense as this they both would have questions about where this could take them.

Carol was still searching for Bob’s limits and today she thinks she has found one…..well maybe. After another hose bath and clean out Bob returned to the garden pillory until dinner.

Back at the house, she removed the eye tape and earplugs it had been a full 48 hours of darkness. Carol looked in his eyes to see a new level of total surrender. Bob’s usual loving smile was always reassuring after a particularly long and intense session.

Bob was back in chastity and obviously suffering from the stress of this long session. After dinner Bob was secured in his sleep-sack for the evening, eyes taped, earplugs, pussy juice in his nose and on his face, piss on his breath and the scent of sweat and sex soaked soiled panties deep in his lungs. Carol patted Bob’s chest and said get some rest……


Bob and Carol lived in a part of the country that has four seasons, fall is both of their favorite time of year. The summer months of outdoor bondage were coming to a close. Bob had endured endless hours in the garden pillory and other outdoor situations. Fall meant they would be spending a few months indoors. One more long outdoor session was in order. Carol researched the Witches Cradle idea for months and today looked like as good of a day as ever.

Carol left Bob in his sleeping sack for a few extra hours so she could make preparations for todays event. She unhooded and released Bob then sent him off to the shower. Bob was a month away from his last release so his submission was strong.

After his shower he returned to kneel before Carol and drink some coffee and something Carol had prepared. They chatted then Carol pointed to the door. It was chilly but Bob would soon be packaged in something warm. She handed him a pair of earplugs tape for his eyes and a puffy leather hood with only a mouth hole. She had him lay face down on a padded board with a hole for his chastity device in case he needed to relieve himself plus it would keep him from finding any friction. The board was located in the middle of a large canvas tarp.

By now Bob had spent countless hours in very strict bondage so he could easily remain in a hogtie for many hours. Leather cuffs and straps held his body to the board. She covered him with an amazing full length mink coat her mother had left her. Furs are not PC anymore but it was perfect for covering a hogtied naked man on a blustery fall day.

She gathered the corners of the tarp together that already had hooks attached. All six corners snapped to a ring attached to a garage door spring and a ball bearing swivel then to an extra  thick hemp rope threaded through a thick branch fork 45 feet up the tree. The rope was then tied to the back of their small farm tractor. Carol started the tractor and slowly hoisted Bob into the air.

Bob was only a few feet off of the ground. It was a very windy fall day with strong gusts from variable directions.  The whole rig would move vertically, laterally, and easily spin in all directions because of the swivel. Carol was into herbal medicine so she had prepared some sort of concoction that Bob had had for breakfast. It wasn’t psychedelic or strong drug, it was to calm him down and help him to enter into a trance state.

The canvas had a hole where the hole in the padded board was, so Bob’s chastity device poked out. Carol attached a small chain to a bar of his device and hung a piece of flat hard plastic about a foot in diameter. It was light so it would catch the wind and twist around but not too heavy. The constant movement would stimulate Bob’s yearning cock and balls without mercy.

Today was Bob’s journey into subspace. A day of mild sexual teasing, darkness, silence, and motion. Liftoff was around 9 AM. Carol by now knew Bob’s limits so she knew he would be fairly comfortable for 10-12 hours. A battery-powered monitor would help Carol stay connected but this was Bob’s journey.

Carol walked by now and then listening to Bob moaning in bliss. The wind picked up and started bouncing and spinning the cradle in every direction. The hours passed and the sun went down and Bob was still in the time capsule.

Bob had lost track of time, the sense of up and down, the dull pain from the bondage position mixed with his state of bliss. He had lost his ability to think in any logical way, feel his body other than a constant unconscious edging from the wind chime on his cock cage. Bob was in such a trace that he was completely in that very moment.

Around 9 PM Carol lowered Bob undid the straps then led him back to the house. She laid out the fur coat in front of the fireplace and put Bob on the floor soaking in the warmth on his naked skin. She held him before dinner and held his hand while they ate. She didn’t bother to ask questions because she knew he couldn’t talk. Seeing Bob in such a state made her very happy.

They took a long shower together and had him fill his stomach with her warm piss. She had put an electric blanket inside his leather sleep-sack to warm it then put him to bed for the night. Yes, she put plugs in his ears, tape on his eyes, covered his face and filled his nose with her juices and covered his head with the pillowcase full of sweat and sex-filled soiled panties.

She whispered to herself tomorrow is another day my dear we have just begun……

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