The CB3000 that now hurt me as I became aroused at the thought that in just 45 minutes, I could be masturbating! Masturbating while she watched.Oh! Th...t hurt! My cock was trying to swell up and this was no ordinary CB3000. My dear Wife/Mistress had ordered a custom made chastity device. The inside of the plastic tube was not smooth as usual but lined with a couple of dozen, super-glued in place, drawing pins. Sharp drawing pins!So now, as I knelt at her feet, naked apart from my special CB3000,. " "You have plans for the rest of the weekend?" "None that I recall." "In that case, let's spend it together," he suggested. "Some timeat my place and some time at yours. We need to see if we can even stand tobe this close to each other in a living situation. I may have habitsthat'll drive you nuts." "As will I," I sighed. "We'll work through them." And we did. We slept together every night for the next five monthat my place or his. We also fucked and sucked with the rest of my"employees". I start having trouble picking things up and now walking. It’s not all the time it just hit’s me randomly. I was at a work function and my boss had to bring me my food because I couldn’t safely carry the tray as I now walk like a drunk at times. I told him if this shaking is going to be permanent I’m starting a stand up routine. If people are going to laugh at me the bastards can pay for the privilege. I’m thinking of calling it the either the “Fuck You, I’ve Got Weed” Or “If It Involves. Anger mixed with my sadness as I sat there staring down at my plate.After a while Nancy got up from the table to clear the plates. I had barely eaten a thing.“You done with that?” Nancy asked as she reached for my plate.“Yeah, just not hungry.” I answered back mindlessly.I watched my wife as she cleared the table. She seemed to move so slowly these days, never really smiling. Her eyes seemed so blank, without a trace of joy. The cancer had taken a lot out of her. She bore little.