Notches on His Belt - Retribution 02

This is a work of fantasy. Most of the characters will not necessarily be "likeable" to you. Again...fantasy. Comments pointing out how unrealistic the story is (that would not happen) are probably true; it is not intended to be a serious tale. It includes chastity, adultery, cuckolding, cbt, creampie, etc. If that is not your thing...

Also...always practice safe sex...our fantasy heroes live in a perfect world...we do not.

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I strongly suggest reading Part 1 for Part 2 to make sense. A very brief synopsis is that Jennifer Locke discovers her husband Richard, the mega tech billionaire, has been notching his belt each time he beds another female employee. His belt is nearly filled with notches. She decides to lock him in chastity; he will not have relief until she has as many notches as he does, and all those he cuckolded can cuckold him if their wives choose.

She is creative. Her overly amorous husband now only wears button-up jeans and shorts. The padlock securing his chastity device is placed outside a buttonhole. Nothing obscene, but everyone soon realizes his condition.

Today is Richard's first Monday back to work. At the company party over the weekend, her hubby's new condition, her willingness to cuckold him, and a new program where employees could receive a week of oral attentions from the CEO, were all announced.

Jennifer had already received numerous requests from wives for their husbands to cuckold Richard. This certainly seems twisted until one examines how many marriages had been...complicated...by Richard's raging libido. Jennifer was not the only one looking to even the score. Many thought it would be therapeutic for their relationships.

He had been nude since Sunday and was assured he would wear no clothing in their house from then forward. As he dressed for work, he pulled up his jeans and stood before his wife, who was seated on a bench at the end of their bed.

Jennifer told him to place his hands behind his head and keep them there. She then began the process of unlocking the padlock which secured his chastity cage. She threaded the locking post for the device through a buttonhole in his jeans, then reattached the padlock with a "snick."

Richard asked, "Is locking it like this really necessary since everyone knows I'm locked up now?"

"Oh, absolutely. Like wearing a tie, it sets the tone at work. Each time an employee gets to see this padlock hanging from your crotch, it will make them feel safe, and happy. We do want a happy workplace don't we?"

It was a rhetorical question.

Richard went to the closet and selected a new, clean belt, threading it through the loops on his jeans.

She stared at him sardonically. "Oh, no you don't. You've worn that belt with all the notches, quite proudly, for years. Put it back on."

As he threaded the notched belt, she began threading her own belt on. "I want you to wear that every day, so everyone can watch my belt filling up with notches until I have more than you. It will be great for morale."

After breakfast, as Richard took his daily vitamins, he came to the the little blue pill and a small glass of liquid. His daily dose of erection enhancement and aphrodisiac. He regarded them pensively. His penis was already pressing firmly against it's prison, feeling as if someone was squeezing it.

The addition of the daily doses made it feel as if his cock would burst through the steel cage, and he noticed EVERYTHING even mildly sexual. A flip of hair, the slightest cleavage or leg, the feminine swing of a nice derriere. He dreaded the heightened arousal.

She stared at him across the table. She arched an eyebrow. This had already been discussed and was not negotiable.

Richard sighed and downed the pill with the liquid aphrodisiac. He felt as if it began working as soon as it passed his lips but knew that was crazy. It was psychological.

Jennifer had declared at the party that she would be taking over all personnel matters, so they drove to the corporate offices together.

Richard got a taste of what the day would be like as they walked through the expansive lobby of the multi-story building that housed corporate headquarters. It was a beautiful, modern structure. Glass made the view of the gardens outside make one feel as if they WERE outside.

As they walked past the security / greeting desk, Richard could tell the security staff and all of the team members who happened to be in the lobby were attempting clandestinely to see if the padlock they either saw Saturday night or had been told about was in place.

Reactions when they confirmed it hung from the fly of his jeans ranged from smiles to shock, to a relaxation of their body. Things really were changing for the better.

They rode up the elevator to the 20th floor, the executive offices. Richard thought he might lose it as busty Roxanne from the secretarial pool stood behind him on the elevator and pressed her breasts into his back.

As they entered the reception area, Katrina and David were waiting for them, in addition to half a dozen other staff members. Some wondered if they still had jobs.

Not Katrina and David. Katrina, a voluptuous woman with coffee tinted flesh, had been Richard's executive assistant for several years. She was very competent at her job. But being Richard Locke's assistant also meant she had put in hours either fellating him under his desk or bent over the desk as he drove his cock home to completion.

David was Katrina's husband. His first inkling that he was a cuckold was when Kat had shaved off the full muff of hair covering her sex. She had been very proud of her au naturale genitals...but had suddenly gone to completely bare. It had been difficult for them for a while, but they had gotten through the rough spot and were closer than ever.

The couple had been in on the "ground floor" of Jennifer's changes. David had been the first notch on Jenny's belt, having her twice on Saturday. He had been every bit the lover Katrina had promised, and she planned on enjoying him several more times at her husband's expense.

Jennifer had made the first of her personnel changes when she reassigned Katrina as HER assistant and assigned David as Richard's executive assistant. He would fill a role as a supervisor of sorts also. He held a second key to Richard's chastity cage. Since the cage was locked OUTSIDE of his pants, if Richard needed to use the bathroom, he would have to ask David for permission. In addition to being someone with many motives to hate Richard, David was built like a brick wall. Very tall, broad shouldered and muscular. He intimidated the hell out of Richard, without trying. It only made Richard more nervous when David greeted him with, "Good morning, DICK."

Jennifer was devious. Richard was screwed.

Katrina introduced Jennifer to the employees with whom she was not familiar. Learning that Megan was the logistics manager, Jennifer asked her to find an office for her within the executive offices.

Megan winked, "We sort of assumed you would take Richard's."

Jennifer smiled back, "I appreciate the sentiment, but no. There will be many changes for my husband because of his debauchery. But we must all remember none of us would be here but for his talents in business. So he will keep his office and our respect...for the most part."

Everyone nodded with this logic, some less enthusiastically than others.

"If you want to be a part of retribution, Megan, I have something you can help with. Could you have a lock box with a slot made up? Put a placard on it reading 'Dick's Dickless Oral' with instructions to drop a business card inside to be entered in the weekly lottery. The winner each week can demand servicing from the boss at will as long as it does not interfere with business needs. Put the box at the security desk downstairs; I don't want people to feel they have to walk past his office to partake. Then give the key to Katrina. She will coordinate the program as a booster to employee morale."

Megan smiled broadly. "Yes, ma'am! Mine will be the first card in."

"Good deal. Just FYI, the program won't start until I feel he has been sufficiently trained. I did not realize he was so selfish and that I was the only one he had never gone down on. He is improving, but I'm not ready to unleash his tongue yet."

Katrina interjected, "Margaret will be sad to hear he is not ready."

The program had sort of been a drunken suggestion made by Margaret. So, Jennifer promised her first dibs.

As Megan helped Jennifer and Katrina to get set up in their new offices, Richard helped David set up in his. Then Richard completed some routine paperwork, caught up on his emails, then tried to hide in his office.

About 10 AM Jennifer came into his office with Katrina in tow.

"Katrina, what would our CEO normally be doing at this time on a Monday morning?"

Katrina knew where this was going. She spoke plainly, "MBWA, without fail, Jen."

Jennifer knew what this meant but wanted him to say it. The eyebrow arched expectantly. "Well, what is that?"

Hesitantly, "Management by walking around. Letting yourself be seen by the employees and talking to them so you know what is going on."

"Then I suggest you get to it. The crew deserves your attention."

He instinctively glanced down at his crotch, and the padlock. "But..."

The eyebrow went up again.

He stood and made his way reluctantly to the door.

"You better be your normal cheerful self. Your demeanor is not based solely on being able to FUCK your employees, is it?"

He thought about it. This was going to be humiliating. And he was afraid many of them hated him. But she was right. "No, ma'am."

So it was that he made his way to every department on every floor as usual, accompanied by his huge body guard-like assistant rather than David's nubile wife.

Much to his surprise, David treated him with respect. And the employees seemed genuinely glad to see him. He soon realized this was BECAUSE of the padlock. They no longer had to be apprehensive about whether his roving eye would land upon them or their spouses.

As he became more relaxed, some of their queries became more personal.

"How long since you had sex? I mean, used him?"

He found himself being open. "Last Friday, but a lot has happened since then. It feels like months already."

Another man seemed to stare at the lock as others conversed. Then asked, "Does it hurt?"

Richard certainly had an answer for this. "Sometimes. But what surprised me, is that it is almost comforting, like a security blanket."

They stared back at him like he was crazy.

"If you squeeze yourself in your hand really firmly, or have your wife do it, that is how it feels. The harder you try to get, the tighter it feels. I'm desperate to get out and cum. But it also can feel good."

Later, in another department, a young woman asked, "Are you angry about being locked up and humiliated like this?"

He knew he was not angry, but had to think about his answer, so was quiet for some time.

"No, no I don't feel any anger. I mean, think about what I've been doing. I think I deserve any torment Jenny decides upon, don't you?"

The young woman grinned. "Yes. It's good to know you do too, though." She leaned forward, exposing her cleavage to him, and her eyes lit up as she saw the bulge in his pants bob.

Richard made it back to his office after three hours of interactions. All of the talk about his situation, the glimpses of flesh, and flirtatious females had him almost apoplectic. His shaft was straining against it's prison, and he had a wet spot on the front of his jeans.

He had waited as long as he could. But now his bladder and his bowels made it obvious he should not have forgone his morning sabbatical. He made his way the short distance to David's office.

He was standing with his legs crossed, but David was on the phone and held up his hand for Richard to wait. He was really struggling at this point; afraid he might mess himself.

After five minutes, David finished his call, "Sorry, Dick, that was important. What's up?"

"I umm, I need to go to the bathroom."

David stood, "Okay, let's go."

Richard started walking quickly to the men's room, "Uh, you have to go with me?"

"Your wife was quite clear. She said if you were not supervised, you most certainly would jack off. So yeah, I have to go with you."

In the bathroom, David used his key to unlock the padlock. He had Richard lower his pants, then reattached the lock.

"We can't just take it off for me to pee?"

David chuckled. "I ain't tryin' to get your hard-on back in that little cage. Mrs. L said you could piss with it on."

Richard went into a stall. David leaned against the row of sinks to wait. When Richard was done, they reversed the process so that the lock was visible again.

Before they walked back out, David calmly admonished, "I am not thrilled about taking a grown man to the bathroom either, but do not wait so long next time. It is what it is, so make the best of it."

David seemingly went everywhere with Richard. This was not really that unusual. As executive assistant, Katrina had done the same. While Richard would be talking to someone, David would be taking notes regarding memos that needed to be sent, phone calls made, directives written as a result of the discussions. Supervising his "boss" was just a fortunate side effect.

As Jennifer and Richard walked past security on the way out of the building that afternoon, he noticed the "Dick's Dickless Oral" box was in place. It had a graphic of a man on his knees with his head buried between a seated woman's legs on it, along with instructions.

In the short time they were in the lobby, Richard observed half a dozen women stop on their way out for the day and drop in their business cards.

That evening at home, Richard was reminded to strip as soon as they walked in the door. Maria had dinner ready and ate at the table with them. A new norm had been set. After dinner, she began to clear the table.

Jennifer stopped her, "Dickie will get the dishes tonight. Let's go in the living room and relax with some wine."

After he had finished the dishes, Richard joined them.

Jennifer asked him how his first day back at work was and how he was doing with the chastity. He explained how he had been surprised by the staff's attitude towards him, that it was mostly positive.

"And how is little Dickie doing?"

Richard hesitated to gather his thoughts and decide how honest to be. "Every little thing arouses me. He is trying to get hard almost constantly, and seeping pre-cum. It's been leaving wet spots on my jeans."

Maria, affected by the wine, began giggling uncontrollably. After she had gone on for nearly a minute, laughing more each time she looked at Richard, Jennifer, also laughing now, asked, "What? What is it?"

Maria held up her hand as if to say "hold on" then ran into the bathroom off of the kitchen. She returned a few minutes later holding something behind her back, bursting into another giggle fit upon seeing Richard.

After regaining her composure somewhat, she showed them what she had. Using medical tape, she had fashioned a little hat out of a feminine hygiene pad. She placed it over the shaft portion of his cage.

Both women erupted into fits of laughter again. Jennifer finally caught her breath, "There, problem solved! Anything else?"

Blushing furiously, Richard's cock pulsed, visibly bouncing. The humiliation was a tremendous turn on, he had discovered.

Against his better judgment, he blurted out, "Please.... PLEASE, I NEED to cum so bad! I haven't gone this long since I became an adult...I can't take it, please...."

Both women looked at each other silently for a moment, then laughed again.

Jennifer took a sip of wine, "You can beg all you want, in fact I encourage it. It is satisfying to know our little program is working. It isn't that I don't care. I am sympathetic. But this IS happening. You will not have an orgasm until I have more notches than you."

She sipped her wine some more. "Does engaging in sex acts make it worse? Or better?"

He looked down. "Both. It feels really good to have an outlet by making you cum. But at the same time it's like every-time I see or feel someone else get off, it ratchets up the arousal another notch. You know how a ratchet works...until there is a release, it just keeps getting higher and higher and higher. I did not know I could be this horny."

More wine. "Awww. Poor baby. Well, buckle up. We have to get you trained up for the weekly raffle. It is time for more cunnilingus practice. I think since she helped you out, Maria should get to go first tonight. Then I'll take you to bed for mine."

Maria smiled happily and wriggled out of her shorts and panties. She had gotten over her shyness now. She edged her butt forward on her seat and spread her legs open to expose her already moist, hairy muff in invitation.

His shaft throbbed as he dropped to his knees and dove in hungrily, like a man possessed.

He jacked up the ratchet six notches before she pushed him away. He wondered which would explode first, his cock or his balls.

His wife felt she had to have at least as many orgasms as the housekeeper, so she enjoyed seven, giving him occasional direction. She felt he was getting better...he was probably ready. But she did not plan to tell him that for at least another week.

On Wednesday he was in his office when David leaned in. "Kat called. Your wife would like you to come by and see her office. Apparently, the decorating is finished."

When they arrived they found Katrina sitting at a nice desk in an outer office. There was a couch against one wall. David sat on the leather couch and chatted with his wife while Jennifer showed off her office to Richard.

When Richard stepped back into the room with Katrina and David, he was visibly nervous about carrying out the instructions Jennifer had given him.

David let him off the hook to an extent. "It's okay. Jenny already asked us about it. You better get to it. We have a meeting in two hours."

Katrina turned her leather office chair to reveal she had pulled her dress up and wore no panties. "Jenny told me I needed to experience that tongue on my G-spot. I feel privileged that Jenny wants me to help with your training."

She glanced downward, indicating he should get to work. He looked sheepishly at David, who shrugged as if to say, may as well get to it.

When he knelt down between her legs, she gently guided him to crawl under her desk so she could continue to work at her computer or talk on the phone. Then she scooted forward in her chair and spread her legs enough for him to gain access to her sex.

Richard began slowly, kissing and nibbling on the flesh of her thighs, occasionally caressing her with his tongue. OMG, she smelled amazing. He recalled her scent from the times he had fucked her. It had always aroused him, but he had never been this close before. His heart raced, and he had to focus to calm himself.

Being in this position brought back memories. Amazingly erotic memories. Of all the women he'd had other than Jenny, Katrina had been the most...fuckable. Her sex was full, with puffy lips, and tight. She must do Kegel exercises or something, he thought. And she had all the right moves and rhythms. He also recalled her talents as a fellatrix. He could never admit it openly, but there was a reason he had coaxed her under HIS desk so frequently. She could draw the finish out for as long as she wished, keeping her prey on the edge the entire time.

All of these memories filled his mind in a rush. Coupled with her scent and her flesh surrounding him, it overwhelmed him.