Seconds

 

"You're swelling," my wife said as she vigorously stroked me.

"I...I'm trying," I said.

"What did I tell you?" she asked.

"Please, this isn't fair," I groaned, "I...I'm really trying."

"What did I tell you?" she asked me again.

"N...no erections," I said.

"The rule is no erections ever," she said, "not just when it's easy, but never, even if I'm touching you."

"Please," I moaned, "just...just give me a second, I...I'll do better."

"The rule is no erections," she said, "the rule is sissies don't have erections. Ever."

"Hon, I...I know...I...it's just...when you're doing that, I...I'm trying."

"Yet here you are, swollen, on the verge of an erection. What's the consequence?"

"Please, just...just give me ten seconds," I begged, sure I could make myself flaccid with even a short break.

"What's the consequence for an erection?" she asked again. 

"C...chastity," I groaned.

"A week in chastity for every second you're erect," she said, "and judging my what I feel, you're already up to four weeks."

"Please, just...just ten seconds," I moaned.

"Five," she said, still stroking me, "six...seven...eight...nine...ten...you're going to hit a quarter...eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen..."

"Please, ten seconds, I'll stop..."

"Fifteen, sixteen...fine...ten second, flaccid in ten seconds or it's twenty-six weeks...six months."

She let go of me but as much as I tried I couldn't reverse what she did and at the end of ten seconds was as hard as I'd ever been.

"I suppose I shouldn't be cruel," she said, shaking her head at my erection.

"You mean that?" I asked, hopeful.

"I do...you're up to what, almost a minute...I'll cap it at the original twenty-six seconds."

"But...but that's six month in chastity," I blurted out. 

She looked down at my still erect penis, "would you rather take the over a year?"

"No!"

"Then six months it is, starting today."