The stories of Ted and Celeste

Stories of Ted and Celeste
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TED AND CELESTE.
He came into the room, and there she was—sitting in the armchair, dressed in God, what would you call it? It was a silk teddy that started as a tube top, leaving her shoulders bare, and swelling over her 36DD’s, it dropped to just over her thighs, and of course her legs were crossed, in nylons, and she was wearing her black heels.

You couldn’t quite see her “privates” T or A—but the outlines were quite provocative. Her thick, dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and her nails and lips were a bright red…She smiled at him.

“Well, it’s time, I guess.” Her North Carolina tones tinkled.

He nodded. “Yes Ma’am, I hope it is…If I’ve earned it.”

Celeste chuckled. Ted was so funny, he really was. She’d barely remembered the pleasant nerd-y guy who’d helped her with trig homework back in Urbana High, but there he’d been, at the mall.

“D-do you want to have dinner?” Ted was so nervous, just like in the halls, when Celeste’s boyfriend Mike and the other jocks would nudge him out of the way, gently, when they were trying to get Cel to cut afternoon school to drink with them on the lawn.

They wouldn’t bully him—but Ted was easy to just sort of shove off. But, divorced and with a daughter at 35, Celeste had been gratified to be spoiled a bit by Ted, now an accountant.

“All right, Teddy.” Celeste waved her hand at him. “Let’s take it off…I guess you’ve been a good boy.” Ted nodded “Thank you so much, ma’am.” He began taking off his sad, plaid short-sleeved shirt, and then dropped his khakis.

“Wait, honey.” Celeste said. “What?” Ted looked alarmed. Was she going to change her mind? “Go get me a beer. No, don’t pull them up, just shuffle (giggle) like that into the kitchen.” Ted stumbled off to the kitchen, pants around his knees.

God, what a sweet guy Ted was. All Celeste had to do was dress sexily and rub her fingers along his neck or give a peck on the cheek now and then, and Ted looked after her completely—the house was immaculate, she never had to wash a glass, and he gave Cel massages, pampered her with breakfast in bed before he went to the office, and bought her almost daily presents, and didn’t call home from work except at three in the afternoon—his stipulated time that she’d talk sexy to him—and that way Celeste had time for daytime “company”. She still had a weakness for unfeeling jock-types.

And, after all, Ted had never even seen her in the nude…just in clinging pink cashmere sweaters and tiny miniskirts or skintight white t-shirts and jeans that apparently had been painted on.

She loved giving Ted big hugs in those shirts! Just rubbed up against him. She looked at Ted now. He was standing before her with the beer, and now he was naked except for his weird belt, with the pouch over his pee-pee.

“Thank you dear” Celeste said, taking the beer from Teddy and kissing his ear. There was a slight stain of lip gloss on the lobe when she gently pushed him back. Despite the toughness of the plastic on the pouch of the belt, it was bumping a little bit, which meant that Teddy had a boner.

“Are you in pain, baby?” Celeste asked Ted sympathetically, as she rubbed his chest with her fingers.

“Well, ma’am…the pouch is awfully small.” Ted replied, trying to think of football or something. The pouch was vibrating, and to Celeste it looked rather like a Mexican jumping bean, like her brother had brought her from the World’s Fair.

“Well, baby, I didn’t buy it for you.” Ted smiled ruefully.

After about five dates, Celeste had been wondering why Ted hadn’t persisted in sleeping with her. He necked like a madman, and she could tell his wee-wee was hard most of the time, though she was hard-pressed to get excited about this.

If he didn’t want to sleep with her yet, she could live without it. The dinners and presents were great, and good-for-nothing Travis could drop by after Ted had gone home. But then when Celeste had been laid off from the cosmetics counter at Neiman-Marcus, Ted had invited her to become a “roommate” with him.

“Rent-free, Celeste.” He’d given her the master bedroom in his house, and he’d moved to a small room down the hall, which had once been used for a housemaid, or something.

“And-and you can work for me, too. I need someone to you know, manage things.” After about a week of living rent-free, with a higher salary than she’d gotten at Neiman-Mark-up, and “managing” the house, which didn’t seem to mean much, as Ted had a cleaning lady and was a gourmet cook—besides Travis visiting, Celeste was really catching up on “One Life to Live” and her other TV stories—he’d showed her the belt.

Now, Ted looked expectant, and rather desperate, she thought. He kept looking down at the thumping pouch, and looking back at her, as she calmly sipped her beer and pretended to look out of the window.

“You know, Teddy, you’ve got to re-plant those zinnias.” Celeste leaned over. Ted shuffled his feet, and tried to re-adjust the belt. It was hurting, obviously.

“You see, I masturbate all the time when I’m around you.”he’d told Cel twenty-seven months ago. “I know I’m not good enough to sleep with you—”
news to Celeste.

“—But I really shouldn’t be pleasuring myself all the time.” He’d been watching the cleavage behind her tank-top when he’d delivered this speech, along with breakfast to her bed.

“Unless—unless I’ve earned it by pleasing you, Miss Celeste.” Jesus, hadn’t even gotten a blowjob from her, and he CONSTANTLY pampered her…but it wasn’t enough. But Celeste could adjust…

“Ma’am…about the belt.” Ted interrupted Celeste’s horticultural musings.

“And the azaleas they’re in sad shape.” Celeste ignored the hint.

“Yes, we’ll get them this weekend, I promise, Miss Celeste.” Ted said desperately .”But—”

“But Teddy, I thought you were getting together with your cousin and his friends for a football party.” Celeste looked at Ted, and hid her mouth in one manicured hand. “I tell you what—why don’t you get dressed and we’ll go out and do it now? I can take off this silly thing.” Celeste pulled at the silk deprecatingly, “And put on some overalls. I –”

“NO—no, please don’t change your clothes…I like that thing”

Ted’s face was beet red. Naked except for the chastity belt, he was embarrassed to refer to the brief silk garment that went just above Celeste’s breasts, and ended at the top of her thighs.

“I’ll skip the football party, Miss Celeste, really. But—can you take off the belt?” His eyes were pleading, and the pouch still thumped. Cel stared at it..the poor thing. He’d not gotten a release for thirty days, and the belt was on all the time, except for the week before, when they’d gone to Tiffany’s.

Celeste had put Ted in very loose, thin cotton sweatpants with no underwear, and taken him through the Tiffany’s store, looking at all the gems and giving poor Ted surreptitious rubs on his neglected groin until the entire crotch of the sweatpants were wet, and other customers were looking at poor Ted contemptuously, but he was so HORNY…and he’d ended up buying her a two thousand dollar pendant…but when he’d gone home, back in the belt!

“The reward, baby, was buying the gift for me!..I have to go meet Travis and show him this necklace, and tell him how nice you are, baby.” It’d been tough for the poor guy…his eyes were those of a wounded dog as she’d walked out the door on her stiletto heels.

“All right, Teddy…get me my bag.” Ted left the room swiftly, Celeste counting the zits on his naked butt as he went. She smiled, and felt her pocket where the key was. Ted brought back the purse, and Celeste went through it…

“Damn, where is that thing?” Ted was now hopp
ing on one foot in agony, the pouch pounding away with his imprisoned cock stretching…”I don’t see it, honey.” Celeste pretended to look confused.

“We may have to put this off til we get another…” “May I look?” Celeste leaned back and watched the boy fumbling through the purse, dropping lipstick, Kleenex and a change purse on the floor, and then hurriedly picking them up again so she wouldn’t be offended.

After about 20 minutes of the search, Ted looked up with tears in his eyes. “It’s not there, Miss Celeste…what to do?”

The first time Celeste had taken the key to the belt, now nearly a year ago, she’d only kept Ted locked up for two days…and he looked so woebegone that she’d let him wank on her boot before locking him up again.

Then, she tried three days, and then a week. Every time he seemed more and more grateful when she gave him his freedom. He’d go to his knees, spit on his hand, and jerk it into the familiar dish, and then lick up the semen. Then generally, she’d let him grab her legs and thank her profusely for such a great favor before taking her to a wonderful restaurant…

The masturbation itself took such a short period for the time he looked forward to it….Ted went at it furiously, he did! She shouldn’t tease him with these lost-key stories…

“Oh here, Teddy. It was in my dress pocket.” Celeste held the key in her hand, and Ted, having put the purse down, began staring at it…

“Was it a long month, Teddy? Don’t you like living a clean life….spanking the monkey, you know, is so unhygienic.” Celeste grinned at Teddy, who looked shamefaced. “Why don’t you wait a bit…Travis hasn’t whacked off since he was fourteen…you remember Travis.”

Ted nodded miserably. Once, in exchange for his monthly orgasm, Celeste made Ted polish all of Travis’ boots in the nude, and those of his weekend biker friends…they’d made fun of him, but he’d done a damn good job.

“Teddy, your lower lip is trembling…you want the key?” Tears were coursing down Ted’s face, and he was nodding, humiliated. Celeste observed that if the pouch wasn’t unlocked soon, the cock would tear through it…this humiliation had just served to make him a little bit crazier…

“All right, baby…”Cel handed the key to Ted, who began fumbling it in the lock. Celeste almost never touched Ted’s dickie at all. Generally, once a month, she’d give him the key, he’d unlock himself, kneel, spit on his hands (lubricant was a needless extravagance, Celeste felt) and begin whacking furiously.

Ted was staring at Celeste as she crossed and re-crossed her legs. Usually this much waited for process lasted Teddy about a minute and a half, God knows if she’d gone to bed with him, he must be a premature ejaculator, but, thankfully, she’d never done this…but why was it such a short time…shouldn’t Teddy enjoy himself? Finally, the belt was off, and Ted had taken it to the dishwasher and came running back.

For sanitation reasons, Celeste had begun this practice of having the belt washed, and to keep Teddy from beating his meat more than once, while the washer was running, she’d tie his hands for an hour or so, or make Ted give her a foot massage.

“Teddy! Stop!” Ted was on his knees, and had just started his sacred practice, but he looked up. “Where’s your dish? You’re not planning to let go on my nice rug, are you?” Celeste tried to look stern, but Ted did look ridiculous…she was clothed, somewhat, and he was naked and his wee-wee looked RED and desperate…Ted jumped up and ran back to the kitchen

“NO TOUCHING YOURSELF IN THERE” Celeste shouted, but immediately he was back with a small tea-saucer. If he missed spooging into the saucer, Celeste added two weeks to his next release. This of course had to partially distract him from his whacking, aiming the weapon and all that, but he seemed to get the job done. “That’s right, now put it down.”

Celeste gazed at Ted, who now was sitting with his hand touching his dick and off he went again!

“TED!” Teddy dropped his sausage, alarmed.

“What’s wrong Miss Celeste?” “Did I tell you you could start?” Celeste pointed a red-tipped nail at him. “Do you want to wait another month for impertinence?”

“N-no, ma’am” His dick was now contorted, near purple, too. “M-may I start—” “Your disgusting habit”

“My disgusting habit, Miss Celeste?” Celeste sighed.

“All I do for you, Ted…all right.” Ted grabbed his penis and began to pump enthusiastically. Celeste looked out of the window. This would be a nice afternoon to go fur shopping…

THE END

Celeste’s Courier

“Package for you, Harper” Ted stood up in his cubicle, but Brian just waved one muscular arm towards the reception area and walked off. The salesmen weren’t very pally with him or the other accountants–sales guys were all jock types, funny and charming, and they didn’t have a lot of energy for the numbers-crunchers. When they weren’t selling insurance, they were playing grab-ass with the receptionists, who never seemed to squeal or giggle when Ted or Mort, the other accountant came by.

But that didn’t matter. Tonight was a special night for him! Ted walked down the hall after thanking Brian, the sales rep,swaggering off in his rugby jacket, Brian who had already forgotten poor Ted’s existence. Ted was still on cloud nine. Tonight was his night for release!

Ted passed Shauna, one of the secretaries and she was talking on a cell phone and playing with one of her amber curls abstractedly. Her chest heaved in the lacy blouse as she went on about an obnoxious shoe price at Hecht’s. She brushed Ted and his cock swelled against the harsh steel. Ooh that hurt. Whenever Ted passed a cute young girl, his poor dick went through this, and Celeste had actually ordered him a smaller one after they’d wed. “Teddy, I just have this jealous streak.” she’d told the downcast Ted after having him view a “Dr. Fellatio” porn tape to see if his erection could swell successfully in the belt, and of course it couldn’t. But tonight he was going to take that belt off and get some needed relief.

Celeste was going to take Ted’s chastity belt off, and let him jerk off. Celeste was the one factor in Ted’s life that did make the sales guys respect him a little–when she pulled up in Ted’s little red convertible, and he jumped in, a lot of the guys were amazed at what Ted had going for him, that he’d snagged such a hot wife. They apparently thought he was having a fabulous sex life, and Ted wouldn’t let anyone think any differently, though the closest his dick had come to Celeste was rubbing against her shoe now and then when she was feeling affectionate on his release date. She’d never even touched his bare dick with her hand, though she’d squeezed him occasionally through his pants—and it had been three years of living together, five months of them married.

Ted’s dick was so constricted after a month–hours and hours and days and days—thirty days of the poor little worm trying to stretch out into a full erection in a tube much too small for it–and it was always painful. Celeste even encouraged Ted to pursue some of his old habits of porn films and jerk-books…and all his tease/denial websites…but it was too much torture in the vicious little metal prison. Ted had given all that stuff up, just so his penis wouldn’t get nasty rashes from scraping the sides of the damn chastity tube.

The managing partner’s seventeen year old daughter passed Ted in the hall, she was working there this summer, but didn’t have to wear office stuff…so spoiled. Look at her in her sloppy cut-offs and belly shirt how can she be so informal…oooh, it’s happening again, Ted’s dick was attempting futilely to ream through the Iron Maiden between his legs, but it was no use. That was the one thing Ted couldn’t avoid being stimulated by…the girls out in the world, and Celeste in his own house.
..oh the agony!

Ted nodded at the bike courier carelessly, and took the package and signed his name on the proffered manifest. “Mr. Harper.” the courier touched his arm,” I am supposed to pick this item up again in thirty minutes…it has to be given back
, sir.” Ted looked up, irritated at the courier, who seemed to be smirking at him. “Yeah…that’s fine.” These bike couriers are such a pain, Ted thought. His younger brother had dropped out of college for a year to skid around the streets with those stupid packages. Ted’s folks had jumped all over Sandy, asking him why he couldn’t be more like Ted, who never let his hair grow beyond his ears, and had only had one B on a report card in his life. Sandy had only had one B on his report card also, but for different, upsetting reasons.

Sandy had always been a D student, since kindergarten, but he’d had a ball with the girls–driving around in an old jalopy with two or three of them laughing while Ted, a year ahead of his brother and debate captain and Senior Class President smiled shyly at cheerleaders as they carefully walked around him and his trig books on their way to practice. Celeste had been the cutest of them, and she had always been nice to Ted…a pat on the arm, and that sort of thing. Ted had tutored her once or twice in first year Algebra, which Celeste kept failing…he was in dreamland over her, and when he ran into Cel in the mall a decade after graduation, Teddy snapped her up fast. Even with all the rules, and the nasty belt, he and Celeste were happy…Ted was happier than he’d ever been.

Ted took the package, a small box and walked back to his office, ruminating about getting the damn belt off. When they’d started their odd relationship, Celeste was thrilled to be with someone who financially supported her, gave her lots of spending money, never argued about whether she saw other men (Ted knew she did) and who cleaned the house. Ted was a great housekeeper, and didn’t want Celeste’s hands to get crabby from detergent. When Ted hesitantly presented Celeste with the chastity belt he’d bought online, and told her that he wanted to admire her from afar, and not have her feel threatened by his maleness, she assented. “Just let me have the key once a month, Miss Celeste” Ted had asked. “I’ll jerk off and give you the key back. I just want to watch you while I play with myself.”

Celeste had been very pleased with this, and had obliged Ted by wearing lots of really cute outfits–tube tops, skin-tight sweaters, miniskirts or cut-off jeans, and high, high heels. At first she was astounded that this was all Teddy wanted–two minutes tugging his miniscule penis while kneeling on the floor, and then back in the belt, and often he would take her to dinner and buy her some jewelry. It seemed to work for both of them…but then Celeste felt at some point, that Ted needed to earn his orgasms more.

Ted sat down, and put the box next to a pile of spreadsheets. Ted thought of Celeste’s cleavage, and how close he’d come several times to viewing her nipples through the bikini tops she was wearing this summer, it was hot, and she’d wear a top and shorts, and …Ted found himself touching his crotch. Oh, God, no…this is so painful. He could feel his poor penis straining against the metal…ooh. Just a few more hours and Ted would be kneeling in front of his Princess, jerking off into a little bowl as he did every thirty days, except when he was bad, and then it was five, six, or seven weeks between orgasms. It was such a brief heaven–whipping his dick as Celeste timed him–five to fifteen minutes depending on her mood…oooh, but the squirt was intense when it came!

Just a little while longer, and he would be naked, on his knees, staring up into the emerald green eyes, while Celeste sat with crossed legs in some sexy outfit…ooh, it made all the housework, the cuckolding she put him through…all the misery…bringing Celeste and her boyfriend Travis breakfast in bed in the morning was the most miserable and humiliating activity, especially because Cel wouldn’t let Ted just serve breakfast in his business clothes–no, he had to come up to the bedroom with a cooked breakfast–Travis liked eggs and that declasse corn beef hash–and Ted had to walk in either nude in an apron and the chastity belt, or just wearing the chastity belt, and then Travis would often make fun of him. Travis was a cruel man, Teddy thought.

But Celeste had her quirks, but she’s a great gal, Ted smiled. He decided to give Celeste a call. He was not allowed to call her between two and five thirty on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays, because she had “company” but it was only one-fifteen, and he wanted to tell his girl how much he loved her. The phone rang, and rang again. Ted panicked, thinking that Celeste was out. He wanted to talk with her. Must she always be with Travis? Finally, the phone picked up, and Ted heard Celeste’s dulcet voice.

“Celeste baby? It’s your Theodore.” Ted grinned into the phone, thinking of what she must be wearing right now. Maybe it was the overall cut-offs without any shirt or bra…how did she get those straps to just cover her breasts? “Teddy, didn’t you get the package? I thought you would be busy right now.” Celeste’s voice had a bit of mirth in it. What package? What was she talking about? Ted noted the little box on his desk. He’d thought this was some sort of work thing…it was too small to be a CD, though. “I see a box on my desk, Cel. Do you mean this little…” “White box, yes. Ted, you really should read the note, you only have eleven minutes left, sweetheart.” What? Ted opened the box and found a key on a ring and a note. The note said:

“Dear Ted
Here is the key to your chastity belt. I don’t really feel like watching you sweat and grunt and rub your pimpled hands all over that disgusting little rod of yours. I figured this month, you could jerk off in the bathroom. I asked the courier, who is a young friend of mine, to allow you twenty minutes to go in the bathroom, you have your own bathroom at the end of the hall, and jerk off…you can do it as much as you like within the twenty minute time limit. Then you have to lock up the cage and give the key back to Danny.

Love,
Celeste.

What? “Celeste, this is totally unfair!” Ted tried to keep his voice low, but it was difficult, he was so upset. “This is the one day of the month, the one HOUR that I look forward to…I want us to be together during…”Ted lowered his voice “…our moment. Why do I have to do it here in the bathroom, by myself?” Ted felt like crying. He wouldn’t get to shoot his scuzz and watch Celeste smile and arch her chest. Once he’d had a huge load spew after Celeste decided to apply lipstick while he was wanking…what the hell? “Teddy, you have only five minutes left…I told Danny to advise you…” “Yeah, I heard,” Ted said loudly. “But it’s unfair. Why not at home?” Josh, the guy in the next cubicle put down his work and stared at Ted. Ted shook his head at Josh, indicating that he was sorry for making a big noise. “Two minutes, Teddy.” Celeste was sure keeping track.

So he had to go and jerk off in a bathroom stall, just as he’d done in a thousand public restrooms in his puberty, in his early twenties–hoping no one would come in while he was whacking his dick madly, and trying desperately not to pant. The executive bathroom was out of order, and Ted would have to use the communal bathroom. How could this be? How could Celeste deny him the pleasure of wanking off in his own house? But wait, Celeste had gotten Ted to sign the house over to her a few months ago…and in return, she’d allowed him to look at her tits while he jerked off…and for once, he hadn’t had to lick up the spew. But of course Ted still felt it was his house…and he was so nice to her…Sigh. He supposed he could make a run for the stalls. Shit.

“So I have to go and do it alone in the stall?” Ted was disbelieving. He looked up and Danny the courier was walking up to the desk. Ted’s hand closed on the box. “Okay, okay, Celeste. Just give me ten more minutes…please.” Ted heard Celeste’s throaty chuckle, and felt his wrist squeezed. Ted looked down and his hand had opened, the kid’s grip was intense, and Ted had let go of the b
ox. Then Dan the courier had picked up the box and
put it back in his bag. Tapping Ted on the shoulder in a friendly way, Dan waved and walked off. Ted wondered if he could call security…no.

Ted began to cry silently, listening to the phone, as Celeste made some giggling noises. Ted could hear Travis in the background, laughing as well. “Teddy,” Celeste said in a choked voice, “I hope you think about not following instructions and the consequences thereof, babe…Thirty days from now you’ll be sixty days along without a jerk-off, and whatever I have you do, I suggest you follow directions. If you get a package in the mail, you should read it…but next month I think I might have you jerk off in front of the picture window…Travis is tickling–ohh you bad boy, stop!–tickling me, Teddy, and I got to go..Be sure you’re home by six, darlin’. You’re making us lamb chops, remember?”

The End

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