Chapter 1

Ok, so my wife read 50 Shades way back then and we talked after. She loved the idea of a Red 'play' room just for us, I thought it may be fun and very well spice up our sex life. Per her instruction, I painted our spare bedroom - she did make a great color choice. Over time we added some interesting toys to our collection. Prior to this over the years we both figured out quite quickly that she was best suited for Top and me for Bottom, so sure, this dynamic was easily carried over into our Red room where lots of fun was had. Looking back, I recall her never wanting to be the Bottom. Humm...

Anyway, one day after a nice tease and denial session in the Red room she somehow got it into her mind that she'd like to 'try' chastity on me - advising she had already procured an appropriate device. Sure, I'm game for almost anything that makes us happy - especially when submitting to her in our private Red room. You know, it's true what you hear about that first 'click' of the lock... Later, after more fun (for her at least!) little did I grasp at that time that this 'small' device would always be left on me when we exited the room tired, satisfied, and less horny (for her) than when entering it.

For quite some time, we enjoyed our dynamics in that Red room, and my suffering outside due to this infernal device - now never ever removed unless by her and only back in our Red room. Yup, she would restrain me before taking it off to perform some periodic hygiene and skin inspection. Never, did it come off when I wasn't tied down. Oh the agony, oh the bliss....

And then the phone call came that everyone fears about their parents - her mom had suffered a mild stroke (she lives alone as her husband passing on years ago). Urgent plans were made for my wife to go and take care of her mom for a short while, then handing off mom's support duty to her sisters. Off she travels leaving me - chastity device still intact - to help care for her mom. Well, all the sisters got together and since mom was advancing in age they it would be best if she wasn't still living alone, and, since our place was the only one with an extra bedroom (the sisters not knowing our true use of it!) thought it would be 'perfect' and all agreed mom could move in with us. Of course, my wife agreed with her siblings. That night my wife called me with the 'good news'. Ouch - I love my mother-in-law dearly, but seriously, having her under my roof...ugh.

My wife also informed me that our 'red' room was to be her mom's room and that we did need to change the color. After some brief protests on my part, I acquiesced and asked what should the new color be. My wife chose a nice off white and said I better get right on it as mom will be joining us in a week or two.

So, as all you guys know, a good finish to a job only happens with good prep - so I spent the next several days, while my wife was still away, boxing up our beloved toys, moving into the attic most of the non-bedroom type 'furniture', repair the walls (well, we weren't that rough in there so it was manly some nail holes and such....), etc. Then, the painting commenced - which ended up being the same day my wife was coming home. I had really thought I'd be completed before she returned but got a late start that morning.

I'm painting away and thinking this is coming along nicely, as her color choice is mostly covering up the 'red' very well, when I hear the garage door open indicating my wife has arrived home. Instead of going out to meet her as I really should I just keep painting. She hears the radio playing where I'm working so comes upstairs and into the soon to be former Red room and yells out, "Stop right there!"

Oh no, wrong color, what have I done, room's not done yet - all these thoughts going through my mind, when I turn to face her, staying ' Hi hun. Welcome home. What's the matter?'.

The look on her face said it all, but she exclaimed, "You're in the Red room - what are our rules!" to which I replied, "But, Dear it's not our Red room anymore, it's you mom's bedroom."

She counters with "I see Red here, therefore it's still our Red room and you know the rules - STRIP!"

Knowing she's always right - especially in here (and the fact I've only partially painted the first wall) - I immediately strip off my clothes while she watches with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. Once I'm bare she takes my clothes and leaves the room. I figure I might as well get back to painting (need to keep a wet paint edge, right fellas) until she returns.

When she returns, I ask her about mom, etc. and we have a nice conversation while I continued painting in the buff (she even complimented me on how well I was painting!). As she's about to leave me to finish off this first coat of paint she advises, "You do realize that with mom coming shortly even though we will not have our Red playroom any more, that it doesn't mean your chastity device is coming off. My rule has always been, and remains that was, that your device stays on you until I, and only I, take it off when we're in our Red room - which shortly will no longer exist... ". And with that, she leave to go start making dinner.

To say I'm majorly bummed with this reality check is quite the understatement! I say silently to myself as I keep painting "Thanks a lot, mom".


Chapter 2

I've completed re-painting the room and a week or so goes by where now my wife's mom has settled in with us and loves her new bedroom. "Oh, it was so nice of you to have me move in with you both and fix this room up for me, dear" she told me that first day. 'Yea right' I silently say to myself, while replying with a loving smile "Mom, it was the least we could for you during your recovery". She smiles back, almost as if she knows something I don't.

For the next few weeks we cater to her simple needs such that she 'recovers' from her, to me, seemingly very mild stroke. For the life of me, I really can't tell that she was ill at all. Oh well, I'll keep my mouth shut and be the loving son-in-law - knowing quite well how to keep the peace in my own home!

Since I work out of the house and my wife doesn't, it naturally falls on me to take care of the cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. No worries, I'm pretty good at it now and my wife always lets me know she appreciates all I do to help keep the place running. And now with mom here it's quite natural that I do her laundry, etc. as well.

Dear reader, you'll recall that my wife has purposely left my cock locked up ever since she 'walked in' on me painting over our Red room for mom to stay in. No pun, but it's be quite hard so far as she hasn't unlocked me since that fateful day...ugh. Pretty soon it will elapse the longest period of 'abstinence' since we started to enjoy our Red room adventures. I so do hope it ends very soon!

And now with mom here our days as pretty much uneventful, and nights with my wife - even as horny as I am - are even less so. Surprising how my wife is licked to orgasm almost nightly, while all I get is the promise of being unlocked 'soon'. Damn, this sucks - but a locked man knows the rules - her rules.

The other day at dinner my wife informs us that she has to go on a business trip for a short time. Oh no, this doesn't sound good, so I ask what does that mean, to which she replies "No worries dear, just a couple of weeks. You and mom have been getting along so nicely, I told my boss that being away would not be a hardship here." In my mind, I'm screaming "Not a hardship, of course not a hardship - in this damn cock lock device I can't get hard at all!!!" With a faint smile on my face I ask "How soon do you leave" where she responds, "Monday". Shit!! We've got this weekend already planned out with lots of activities, it better damn well mean we can fit in an unlocking!!

Fast forward - nope - she left early Monday morning with no 'opportunity' (she claimed) to unlock me. Not even a quick hand or blowjob then go back under her key. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Except of course, my oral 'tribute' to her pussy. Fuck. Her being away is going to suck...big time.

Tuesday - laundry day.... I've been in the habit of folding all the clothes and then taking them back to either our or my mom's room. Today mom has a few items that should really be hung up. So, up I go to her room and open her closet. Wow - seeing the red paint still in there reminds me that I really should have painted it over, however, I just plain ol' forgot it was in there. But, damn - does it sure stimulates my many memories experienced in this room.

I must have been standing there not moving, caught in my memories, when I hear behind me, "Son, why are you standing still?" Crap, it's mom - how long has she been there? "Oh, hi mom. No reason just deep in thought about work" (I lied). Her reply quite caught me off guard, "That's not what I think. I think that you're remembering the rules when this room was Red. You know what to do."

WHAT? What the heck is she talking about? How could she know? Has my wife been sharing our secrets? How am I supposed to answer that - that 'command' - as it certainly was not a question?

"Mom, what are you saying?

"Your wife hasn't been keeping secrets from me since she was very young. Do you really believe I don't know what used to go on in your red 'play' room? You know the rules. She even reminded you of them on the day you painted 'as long as there is red in here you will obey', correct? Oh dear, why am I asking you - it's the rules. So, do you see any red?"

"Yes, mom, I do."

"Then do it."

I put the laundry basket down on the floor and started to strip blushing quite a bit I'm sure. I've turned away from her in case she doesn't know I'm locked up. No such luck as she says "Turn around, let me see". Slowly, bashfully, I turn which brings a smile to her face.

She then sits down on the bed, pulls me over by my locked up cock, lifts it to feel the weight and the heat I'm now generating from within it. "Nice and tight, I see", she exclaims "just like I kept my husband." What? What kind of family did I marry into? I'm at a loss for words - which is good as that is another rule I don't want to have enforced at the moment!

After she's had her visual inspection, she informs me, "Ok, you broke the rules, let's get this over with, across my knees with you".

Oh no, this isn't getting any better. I had better do as she commands and hope she doesn't really know 'everything' between my wife and I. Down I go across her legs, assuming the position I've been in so many times with my wife. She informs me, "I'll not be too hard on you, I am still recovering, so just count out loud as usual for me." WTF, did my wife leave nothing special between us?

That first spank was quite the surprise! OW! Here I thought it would be with her bare hand, oh no, unknown to me she must have reached under her pillow and brought out OUR paddle!! ((note to self: when this spanking is over, be sure to hide ALL our toys!!)) "One, thank you Mistress, may I have another?" I state in whimpering tones.

Thankfully, she stopped at one dozen. My ass was on fire - where did she get that strength!

"Up now with you and finish hanging my clothes" she informed. I rose and started to put my clothes back on when quickly she stated "My, you've forgotten the rules already? There is still red in this room - NO clothes!"

Hanging my head in shame, not a stitch of cloth on me, I quickly hung her garments then went to close the closet to 'eliminate' any red in the room.

She says, "Stop, leave the doors open, I'm enjoying seeing that color." Oh no.... this means I can't put any clothes back on nor try to take command of any situation within the house. Yikes!

She further states, "Tell you what, while your wife is away these next few weeks, let's just leave the closet doors open the whole time. I'm sure we'll both enjoy our time together better - now that you're 'needs' are hanging out in the open. I've missed being in charge for so long. I'm willing to bet we're going to have so much more fun - together. What do you say?"

To say I'm majorly bummed at this turn of events is quite the understatement! I so do hope she's got the key to my device!! I say to my now mother-in-law Mistress, "You're right, we will." Again I think to myself, 'Thanks a lot, mom.'


Chapter 3

Well, it certainly has been interesting these last few weeks. You'll recall that my mother-in-law, after suffering a mild stroke, moved in with my wife and I - necessitating changing our Red play room (a la 50 Shades) into her bedroom all nicely re-painted in off-white. How I could forget to paint over the red in the closet I'll never know. Mom caught me, the day after my wife left for a 'few weeks' business trip, hanging up some of her laundry in the closet, and knowing my wife's Red room rules immediately started to enforced them. To this day, weeks later, I'm not allowed to either challenge her dominance nor wear a stitch of clothing - all in compliance of the Red room rules because she insists the closet doors remain open - 'Rules are Rules' she advises.

That first evening being naked with her fully clothed was a bit tense, like is she just testing me, is this for real the way it will be until my wife returns, will it even change then.... I'm worried, a bit frightened, although excited to know what she is thinking, and of course horny as hell from having my cock locked up for so damn long.

Dinner conversation that night was pleasant, which kept me on edge (my wife's Rules are I'm not to challenge, nor even broach this important topic, when there is red in 'that' room!). Later, we watched some television together, and then mom casually announced she was going to bed. As she was leaving the room she mentioned, "Don't forget to clean up the dinner dishes before you go to bed. Good Night." OMG! She's given me a command at this late hour! Shit, I'm tired and now even more worried, frightened, ok, maybe more excited and horny, too, but damn, we always leave the dishes until the morning. Off I go to the kitchen like a good son-in-law....

Later, while laying in bed I can't sleep as I'm trying to get my head around what all has happened today --- she knows all the things my wife have been doing in the Red room, she knows my wife's Rules, she let it slip that she used to have her husband (I think her words were) 'under control', she's not embarrassed having me naked & locked up, and worse, she's not too old and weak to dish out punishment. I can't figure this all out so I had just better comply until my wife returns or mom closes those damn closet doors by mistake.

It is surprising that over the next few days everything seems ordinary between mom and me - that is until I had to go to the food store. I was embarrassed going up to her asking for some clothes to go out. She treated it as if it was the most natural request in the world - which excited me and made my cock start to strain in the cage. She told me to follow her, going into my bedroom. She said 'Pick out one of your wife's panties and wear that under your jeans instead of your boxers. Make sure they are not plain either or I will choose for you." Gulp, this is not what I was expecting, so of course I chose a nice 'acceptable' pair. After that nothing more needed to be said, and off to the store we went. Well, I had expected to go alone, but guess she wanted to ensure I continued to wear the panties.

Of course, immediately upon return to the house, once the groceries had been brought in (but prior to being put away) she said, "Do I really have to say it?". "No mom.", and so right there in the kitchen I stripped down to my cage, only then did I start to put the groceries away. Guess that gives me a clue how these days are going to be - completely nude unless leaving the house. This does excite me.

The rest of the week went fine, wife called every night speaking to me first then to her mom. Seems they talked longer and laughed louder than when she talked to me.... Should I be concerned, paranoid, or excited....

Saturday rolls around and I do the usual chores until mid-afternoon when mom calls me into her bedroom. Oh no, is this going to be a good thing or a bad thing.... She explains that in last night's conversation my wife stated that she is a bit concerned that I've been locked up with no relief for a bit long. Mom tells me that she, too, is concerned about 'blockage' and that I should assume the position. I immediately think to myself "Woohoo! MOM'S GOT THE KEY!!" Having been naked in front of mom all week I'm not the least bit embarrassed, so I lie down on her bed on my back and await the unlocking. She says, "No dear, you must have misunderstood me - on hands and knees." Shit. Shit. Shit. She's been told to milk me! (I do have to have some words with my wife about things that should remain private between us.)

Long story short, she donned some rubber gloves, lubed up and massaged my prostate until everything was evacuated. I'm so glad she didn't make me clean up my discharge - something my wife makes me do on 'special' occasions - would have thought the first time my mother-in-law milked me would qualify (glad it didn't!). When she was all done and taking off the gloves, she says "Well dear, anything to say?"

I gratefully respond, "Thanks a lot, Mom".