Sisters

Whenever my older sister and I visited our "baby" sister's house, we noticed how nicely our brother-in-law treated us.

Daryl is well-groomed, keeps himself in shape and seems to respond to Peggy's commands as if she were snapping her fingers and he were a trained dog.

For example, she needed him to get a serving dish from the top of a closet. Being the tallest of us sisters, I volunteered to do it. Peggy just laughed and said, "Don't bother, Daryl will do it." She called into the living room where the "big game" was on the TV. Daryl immediately jumped up with a perky "Coming, dear" and was in the kitchen instantly to ask Peggy what she wanted him to do.

Arlene and I just looked at each other. Our husbands would have grumbled and put us off until a commercial break.

I don't think I've ever seen Peggy lift a dirty dish. When dinner is done, Daryl cleans off the table, does the dishes and takes out the trash: all without being asked to do so.

The last time we were over a Peggy's we sat down to wine and cheese (prepared and served by Daryl) and talked about it. Peggy sent Daryl off to run errands for her.

Arlene told her how lucky she was to have such a wonderful husband. He was just a "normal" guy when she first met him. I remarked that married life seemed to agree with him.

Peggy laughed and said that any many can be trained to be a prince. They just need some encouragement.

We asked her what kind of encouragement and what did she mean by "trained." She said, "Wait, I'll show you," and walked off to her bedroom. She came back with a little plastic cage.

Arlene and I asked her what it was and she explained replied with some number that didn't make any sense to us, so she added that it was a cock cage. My elder sister and I looked at each other with a blank look. It still didn't make any sense, so Peggy finally answered, "It's a male chastity device and I hold the key." She went on to explain that this was his "spare" cage.

Arlene and I were in shock as she explained how she controlled his penis and how she determined when and how he was allowed to have an ejaculation. She then showed us a book where she kept a record of his performance. It was like a regular accounting ledger. His good deeds and points were recorded on one side and his bad deeds (there were very few of those) were recorded on the other side. She explained that when he earned enough points, he could trade them in, at her discretion, for an ejaculation. I couldn't help but notice how many times he performed oral sex on her. It's a real battle to get my husband to go down on me.

We then got a tour of her bedroom. What I thought was a linen closet turned out the be an oversized "toy box." She had handcuffs, and leather outfits and what I later learned was a strap-on dildo and even whips there!

Arlene and I had a frank discussion on the way home. All of this was too much for us (at least for now), but the idea of having our husbands fawn all over us was an idea we liked. Locking them up in a cock cage (I'm sure Peggy can tell us what to get and where to get them), is something we're willing to explore further. It doesn't really hurt them and both of us agree that it would be good for our husbands to pay some more attention to us.

The question I have is how do we get our husbands to go along with this?

Curious Barbara