The New Belt

This is, of course, a fictional story, for the enjoyment of adults. If you don't like stories with strong Femdom and BDSM themes, then this story is not for you.

Author's note: Perhaps someone will actually build a belt as described in this story. Such a belt should work, and with a daily cleaning regiment, which I didn’t go into in the story, it should be adequately hygienic too. Feel free to drop the gratuitous remote control device. If so, sign me up! I can be reached on the discussion list.

If this story is to your liking, you may also want to read the other story I have on Altairboy's fine site, Five Years.

My wife has locked me into a variety of chastity belts for the last few years. I wore them continuously for periods of up to a month. Inevitably though, some chafing would occur and I would have to take the belt off while my body (and sometimes my penis!) healed. We tried all the commercial designs, as well as some home-built ones. None really fit all of our criteria for security, comfort, and freedom of movement. Freedom of movement is very import for chastity belts as it allows the wearer to exercise, to keep from gaining weight, and to blow off excess steam; the latter is important when the male is not allowed any sexual release!

Recently, my wife decided she liked the idea of keeping me semi-permanently chastised. She wanted to keep me locked up full time except for the odd plane trip or doctor’s visit. Now, my job doesn’t require any travel, and I’m a healthy 30 years old, so this pretty much amounted to full time.

"So how often will you let me out?" I had asked warily.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm thinking only when needed. We've discussed what I meant by semi-permanent before, remember? You know, metal detectors, doctor's visit," she answered.

"And orgasms for me.." I trailed off.

"Think nocturnal emissions. The wet dreams of your boyhood is all you'll have, lover," she said, looking at me intently to gauge my reaction. "And of course, the delight from making me cum. You’ll always have that. You did say it was almost as I good as getting off yourself."

True, I had said that. And even now, I felt my erection growing at I thought about that afternoon. It turned out she had planned it quite well.

"But you know the problems I have with long term wear," I had gone on. "Does this have anything to do with the new belt you measured me for some weeks back?"

"Uh huh," she replied, and brought out the new belt. She had been oddly secretive about it, measuring me, but not showing me any pictures or write-ups. I had shrugged it off, after all, I had been measured for quite a few devices in the last years. "And with the frenum piercing you've been sporting, it should do the trick."

I looked at her in amazement. She had suggested the frenum months before, and now it was all healed up. We had been having a lot of fun with it, as a matter of fact.

"This belt will fit snuggly, but not as tight as the other belts in our collection," she went on. "It doesn’t have to fit really tight, because the piercing will anchor your cock to it. It looks light, but it's all stainless steel under this flexible plastic coating. This whole thing is my own design. I've tried to take all the problems we had with prior belts into account."

I was still speechless, so she handed it over to me. I examined it as she continued her lecture.

"The waist belt is only one half inch wide, but a full quarter inch thick. It fits below your waist, about at the level you usually wear your pants. This means you can easily bend and stoop in it. The primary shield is also much narrower than anything I've seen. It starts out at roughly one inch, flares to two, and then tapers off to only about half an inch between your legs. You should be able to continue your morning jogs without fear of chafing. And notice the hinge where it attaches to the waist belt; again, I had flexibility in mind."

I ran my finger across the hinge, down the shield to where it flared out, tracing the hole in the middle of it.

"That oval hole in the middle of the shield at the flare is roughly 1.25 wide by 1.5 inches long. That's were your cock goes. The narrow steel rod arcing from above the hole to the bottom of the shield is about 5 inches long, which is plenty enough for you. The smaller steel rod underneath, its length just clearing the surface of the shield, is where we hook your frenum ring. This allows the ring to slide back and forth as you get erect and relieves pressure on the piercing. And then over all of that, we install this two piece cover," and she handed me two half-banana-shaped plastic-covered steel shields.

"The top shield slides up and then attaches to the waist belt post. The bottom shield hooks on to the top shield and attaches with a second lock between your legs. There's a slight clearance between the shields and the steel rod underneath. This should make trying to use a vibrator to get yourself off difficult as much of the vibration will be absorbed by the top and lower shields, which are coated with extra layers of plastic, and don't come into contact with your cock."

I turned the belt around and examined the rear chains, which looked to be stainless steel. The D ring attachments at the waist and shield where thicker and more substantial than my other belts. Looking at the shield more closely, I notice another attachment point at the bottom inside of the shield.

"What is this clip here for?" I asked.

"That," she answered, "was pure inspiration on my part."

She took out a small, black device, not much larger than a match box, and snapped it onto the belt. I saw that it had two small metal nubs which would be against the skin of my balls when the belt was installed.

"It's sort of like those shock collars they have for training dogs," she said. "Seven levels. I understand levels 5 and above are quite severe. It's operated via this little remote control bracelet, which I'll be wearing at all times."

"But honey!" I started, blanching at thought of what amounted to a cattle prod at my balls. Ok, so I'm exaggerating, but it might as well have been a cattle prod, as I found later on.

"No," she said firmly. "It's a necessary part. And don't worry, it only has a 10 foot range, so you don’t have to fear the neighbor's garage opener, or anyone else, accidentally setting it off. Now put it on."

And with that, she closed the shades and made herself comfortable at the kitchen table, seated with one leg crossed over, and her hands clasped on her knees. I went around behind her, leaned down and nuzzled her neck just like she liked it. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I stripped naked. She eyed my erection and smiled faintly.

I slipped into the belt, inserted my cock through the hole in the primary shield, and then attached the shield to the post on the belt. I managed to calm down somewhat, and with my wife's help (and a pair of needle nose jeweler's pliers) was eventually able to attached the frenum ring to the shield.

"Good thing we won't have to do this too often," she said.

I was able to install the top shield myself, but again needed her help to close the lock between my legs on the lower shield. I took a few tentative steps around the kitchen, bending, squatting, sitting down. I easily managed to bend over and touch my toes; the ultimate comfort test for any chastity belt, I thought.

"And the verdict?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Fits very well," I replied. "But we'll see."

And see they did. He wore it for the next four weeks. Since the belt fitted so well and he was generally pretty well acclimated to chastity belts, they hadn't needed to take it off for any adjustments. The belt was snug, moving with his body, but not tight, and that made all the difference in the world. He was able to achieve an erection, but because of the metal rod pressing down the length of his cock, he didn’t flop about. No flopping, and no chafing. The frenum ring slid back and forth just like she designed. And of course, the piercing made it impossible for him to withdraw his cock.

He had wondered why she had made the top shields covering his cock in two pieces and this morning he found out. She woke up with him kissing the nape of her neck, his hands roaming her body. She stretched, cat like, and smiled brightly. Maybe, he thought! He was constantly horny now, and it was particularly severe in the morning, as he tended wake before she did, and consequently spent a lot of time drinking in her sleeping form.

"Not what you think, lover. Every fourth Sunday. Time for your monthly cleaning!"

She pushed him out of bed and hooked her finger into the collar he was still wearing from the previous night, leading him into the bathroom. Along the way, she picked up a setup of cuffs they had laying around, also from the previous night.

"Get in the shower," she said, handing him the cuffs. "And hook yourself up."

This was something new, he thought, as he looked up at the heavy metal ring newly installed in their shower stall. He locked the cuffs onto his left wrist, fished it through the ring and then snapped it shut around his right wrist. The cuffs were just at the right height so that he now stood with his back against the wall, his hands held high over his head, only slightly uncomfortable.

She left him there and went back into their bedroom. He heard her spin the combination to the fire safe they kept in the closet. The fire safe had been a sore point, as only she had the combination. "What if something were to happen to you?" he had asked. Her stock reply was "If anything were to happen to either of us, we'd have bigger things to worry about than your chastity belt." And that was that.

She came back in with the key hanging from her fingertip. She stood in her silk slip, with one hand on her hip and dangled the key under his nose. "Kiss it," she ordered. "Run your tongue along it. Pretend it's my clit."

He tentatively stuck out his tongue, gently lapping at her finger and the key.

"Come on," she laughed. "You know how to use that mouth." And she pushed her finger, key and all, deep into his mouth, pushing it in and out, fucking his mouth. He was aware that her other hand was now down at her crotch, fingers masturbating gently.

"Ooh, this is too good to waste with just my hand," she said. "We're going to clean you up and then hop back into bed."

She took her finger and key out his mouth and knelt down to remove the lock between his legs. Her head was at the level of his crotch and he briefly longed for the days when he had often insisted she go down on him. Just in that position too, right here, in this shower. She sensed what he was thinking, and giggling, her eyes glancing upwards into his, flicked her tongue against the steel encasing his cock. He saw, but did not feel, her tongue, as his cock surged and his hips involuntarily thrust forward. She kept it up for several minutes, never losing eye contact, until copious amounts of pre-cum dripped from his belt. He wanted to cum badly, but knew better than to beg. She was the sweetest woman in the world, but she knew how to enforce rules, and "no begging" was one of the strictest rules.

Finally tiring of the game, she reached in between his legs to disengage the lower half-shield. "Uh oh," she paused. "I almost forgot one thing."

She left and returned with a blind fold. "No touching, and no visuals. Not only will you never feel your cock, but you won’t see it either. Perhaps you'll eventually forget you have a cock, but I doubt it."

So blind folded, he felt her remove the lower half of the belt. With a full erection, the head of his cock just extended beyond the top shield, giving her full access to spray off and clean his cock.

"Having this thing in two pieces makes my job much easier," she explained, as she carefully sprayed the area around the piercing, being carefully not let her fingers touch his cock. She visual inspected the piercing and noted that it didn't look red or inflamed. Then she took a bottle of sterile saline solution and liberally squirted around the ring and up along side his cock. Not being able to resist torturing him, she leaned in close so that her lips were inches away from his cock and blew gently, letting him feel her warm breath. She saw his cock visibly pulsed and strained satisfyingly against its mooring and his breathing quickening. Retrieving the lower shield, she quickly cleaned it off and reinstalled it, shutting his cock back in, snapping the lock between his legs.

She stood up and took of his blind fold, and kissed him deeply, using her tongue to probe his mouth. "That's it until next month, " she whispered into his ears, nibbling on his ear lobe. She thought she heard a whimper and smiled.

She released his hands and once more hooked her finger into his collar, leading him back to the bed. "Go and get me some coffee and the paper," she said. When he returned with her breakfast tray and paper, he found her sitting in bed, with her legs wide open, naked except for a pair of thigh bands. "Fetch me the cuffs and turn around," she said. He placed the breakfast tray on the night stand beside the bed and went to fetch the cuffs. She snapped his hands behind his back and ordered him up on the bed.

He hesitated. "Please, let me.." he said.

Her face clouded and she snapped, "Down!" She had taken to making him get into the down position before she used the bracelet. Not only to collect and calm herself, but also to make sure he wasn't carrying anything breakable. The first time she used the bracelet, he had a piece of fine china in his hand, which of course, he promptly dropped.

She looked at him now, on his knees, with his ass up in the air, and his nose to the ground. She fingered the bracelet and held down the small contact for a full 10 seconds before the safety took over. Up till now she had always just briefly tapped the bracelet, and the continuous pain from the box caught him by surprise. As he howled, she thought briefly that they should work on his stoicism under punishment. When it was over and he was still on his knees shaking, she got out of bed and helped him up. She stroke his face softly as he kissed the inside of her palm. When he was finally calmed down, she said "That was on setting four, next time I will make it 6. And a day in the dog crate with plug up your ass. Just understand that you will rarely, if ever, cum again."

She climbed back on the bed, spread her legs and motioned for him to get his mouth between her legs. She snapped his collar to her thigh bands, effectively keeping her mound buried in his mouth. Not that he would withdraw his mouth if it wasn't chained there, as he practically lived for the taste of her pussy, but the added humiliation gave an edge to scene and heightened her enjoyment. She leaned back, spread her arms across the head board, and tilted her head at the ceiling, reliving the scene earlier in the shower. She sighed as she felt his supple nibbling at her sex. Not yet, she thought as she reached for the coffee and paper.

Glancing through the headlines on the front page, she rubbed her big toe against his leg, and said, "Not until I'm done with the front page, and then you can take me over. But not one minute before I'm done with this section, understand?" This being the NYT, it should take at least 45 minutes, she thought happily.

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