Trained To Peek - Chapter One
From: David at u4ds.com
Date: Sun, 04 May 2025 04:50:18 +0100
Kenny put on the chastity belt after his shower when he found she had put it on the bed on top of his clothes. He clicked the lock shut as he had been trained to do. It was wise not to break that rule! He had showered early as Marina liked him ready early when they were going out.
When Kenny came into the living room at four Marina was reading intently. She was already reclining on the sofa which she liked to call a chaise longue. Kenny thought the sofa too modern to be called that, but in his opinion Marina was definitely the kind of woman who ought to be reclining on a chaise longue anyway.
Marina, who wore the key to his belt on a chain around her neck, clicked her fingers, once, twice, three times. Marina loved doing that to order men to their knees.
In this case the man was her husband, Kenny, who was not being ordered to kneel, but to sit on the ridiculously tiny stool at the foot of the 'chaise longue' as was indicated by the direction of her clicking fingers.
The chastity belt Kenny wore beneath his clothes could be worn in the shower if needed but that was no longer so necessary now that he was well trained. Marina had insisted he wear it after she caught him 'necking' with one of her friends in their spare room during a Christmas party. Susan was still a close friend, and her Christmas card every year simply said "Thank You" with an x as a kiss for every year since their plan had worked. The last time Susan counted there were more than ten 'kisses' under the 'Thank You'.
Kenny had been made to wear the belt fairly constantly for some years after that event, and during that time Marina had trained him to perform orally for her pleasure and only let him out of his belt for supervised wanking as he lay on his back while she stood astride his head. After more than ten years of that kind of treatment Kenny could be described as a fully trained houseboy, and she had in effect addicted him to upskirt peeking which was the way she loved to humiliate men. Now she had him trained to behave in ways she enjoyed, Kenny was allowed out of the belt much more often.
The stool was usually kept on the far side of the room, and called the wanking stool by Marina because that is where she often made him sit uncomfortably for a supervised wank when such was permitted. When the stool was this close to her feet it could mean he was to apply her nail varnish, do up her ankle jewellery, or apologise for something by kissing her feet. The latter was most likely as no jewellery was in evidence, and her toes were already bright red from when he had painted them that morning.
It was several minutes of silence during which he could hear her turning the page on her book. Kenny's cock hardened as he focused on her lovely stockinged feet in the fully fashioned black seamed Aristoc Harmony Point he had found for her on the internet. Marina had specifically asked for them by adding them to her wish list on the (in)famous retail giant.
"I don't recall giving you permission to look up my skirt!" Marina demanded.
"Sorry? I didn't. I just came in," Kenny protested, realising that it was obviously an apology he was there for, even though he hadn't yet done anything. It couldn't have been when he applied the nail varnish earlier as she had been wearing jeans at the time.
Whenever Marina reclined like that he did sneak occasional glances under her short skirt or dress if the opportunity arose. He knew he was supposed to have permission, but was reluctant to ask as she would charge him a six stroke tax for the privilege of an evening of peeking. If he was not locked back into his belt at bedtime, Kenny would later masturbate unsupervised as he remembered the view up her skirt, and for the same 'taxation' reason he would not ask to be supervised when wanking as he was supposed to.
Marina deliberately chose to recline on the sofa rather than sit upright, as she knew it would make it harder for Kenny to resist peeking. If she spotted him sneaking a peek without permission she would impose a 20 stroke penalty, and that would increase to 50 if he had recently been penalised and still not asked for permission. During such punishments questioning was likely to reveal other misdeeds, like wanking without permission if she had deliberately left him without his belt. Sometimes he had to be without his belt if he had developed soreness, but sometimes she 'forgot' to lock him up so as to have something to punish him for.
It is very humiliating for a man like Kenny, even a well trained houseboy, to ask for a supervised wank, or indeed to ask for permission to look up a woman's dress, which is why Marina required it of him. A six stroke tax for the view, and another six strokes for the wank. The 'tax' was deliberately light, so that she could enjoy laughing at him, and watching how humiliated he looked when he asked.
So Kenny was in a no win situation. He would get a severe punishment if caught wanking or peeking without permission, or endure the humiliation of asking and suffering light disciplinary 'taxation'. Marina preferred the latter so manipulating her husband into a situation where he had to humiliate himself was an almost daily game she played, like a cat playing with a mouse.
When he did ask out of desperation for permission to peek so as to avoid inevitable severe punishment for accidental glances, she would be sure to make some comment to intensify his humiliation like "Pathetic aren't you? Just a dirty little schoolboy!" and when he agreed, as he must, she might ask, "I suppose I'll have to lock you up again tonight or you'll just have a sneaky wank later after peeking all evening won't you?"
But on this occasion Kenny wasn't sure when he had been caught offending, so upon hearing the accusation he bent forward and started kissing her toes and then under her feet down to the heels, apologising all the while just to be on the safe side. "I'm sorry if I made a mistake.... Sorry, please forgive me..."
"I'm talking about last night, when we had guests and I couldn't punish you."
Kenny bent further forward and kissed her stockinged ankles, "Sorry Marina, please forgive me."
"You deliberately sat on the hearth where you could get a very good view."
"I'm sorry Marina, I only sat there to make enough room for the guests on the comfortable chairs, I didn't mean to..." Kenny explained.
"Nevertheless, I saw you sneaking glances at every opportunity. I think you are way too eager to sit down there where you can ogle me. Just as well I put you in your belt before they came or god knows what a nasty display of yourself you would have made."
"I'm sorry Marina, you know I find your legs so sexy, I couldn't help looking at you," Kenny flattered hopefully.
"'Miss' or 'Miss Marina' to you boy! Go and fetch the cane."
Whenever she punished or ordered he prepare for punishment Marina required him to use a respectful form of address.
On Kenny's return with her cane he handed it to her but she clicked her fingers and pointed to the sofa beside her. He placed it there carefully, almost reverently "You can have twenty before we go to dinner. Ring and book for seven."
"Yes Miss."
On his return Marina ordered, "Trousers and pants down and lay over the Ottoman."
"Yes Miss," Kenny obeyed, and then lay there awaiting her pleasure as she continued reading her book.
Eventually, after what seemed an eternity, he could hear her getting to her feet, and heard the swish as she practised, slicing the air noisily.
"Pathetic creature aren't you?"
"Yes Miss."
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