I am a middle aged man, married twenty years with three children. I have been fascinated with the idea of enforced chastity/celibacy since I was a young boy. Over the years I have designed various devices to effectuate same and have settled on a design that works quite efficiently. I have fashioned a device from a piece of 1 ¼” diameter stainless steel tube that slips over my penis. It is 3 ½” long and is cut on about a 22 ½ degree bias on either end which allows for moderate expansion and contraction without causing abrasions. It is coated inside and out with a thick layer of rubber. On one end there is a curved tab that, when the tube is placed over my penis, extends up the underside of the head of my penis. There is a hole in the center of the tab that lines up with the “Prince Albert” piercing in the end of my penis and allows the device to be secured to my cock by means of a small padlock. Once the tube is locked on, the entire length of my penis is covered by the device, with only the top side of the mushroom head of my circumcised cock exposed. Although the constant stimulation to the head of my penis drives me to distraction, masturbation and intercourse are impossible when wearing the device.
I had convinced my wife to play along with my fantasy and have worn the device off and on for several years. She once kept me continuously “chastised” for three months while having me bring her to orgasm weekly with my tongue. Unfortunately, she tired of the game and decided to quit. I begged her to continue but she told me that she had no interest in playing, in fact, she said she was not interested in having sex at all! I was devastated and continued to exhort her to change her mind. She finally told me that I could wear the device under one condition; I was not to ask her for sex ever again. I told her that I could not forego orgasm forever and she smiled and told me that she would allow me to cum once a month in a fashion of her choosing. I agreed to her terms and locked the device onto my cock, giving her the key to the padlock. I was allowed to sleep in the same bed with her provided I did not touch her or ask for sex. To keep from bothering her, she had me attach a length of stainless steel chain to the bed frame which she attaches nightly to the lock on the end of my chastity device. With this “leash” in place, I am forced to remain on my side of the bed.
After the first week, the excitement had begun to wear off, and I was unbelievably horny. I demanded to be released and allowed to have sex with her. She just laughed, saying that sex was a thing of the past as far as I was concerned. She told me that if I continued to “bother” her, she would make me spend the night chained outdoors in the dog kennel. She then took a series of pictures of me chastised and chained to the bed frame and told me that she intended to keep them in a safe place as insurance that I would obey her. I looked at her in stunned silence, realizing for the first time that my current condition was semi-permanent! She must have read my mind because she just laughed and told me that I should have been more careful what I wished for. With that, she climbed back into bed and curled up just out of my reach. I spend the rest of the night wide awake, chained to my side of the bed, my cock throbbing inside the tubular chastity.
This went on for about a month. I spent each night in agony, my chastised cock chained to the bed frame. I did not dare to ask her to release me. She told me that if I continue to press her for sex, she would epoxy the key in the padlock and break it off, trapping me in the device forever! I asked her if I would ever be allowed to cum and she told me to be patient and not to bother her about it. Five weeks into the “game” she finally, she decided to give me a break. She sent the kids away for the weekend and had me take her out for dinner and drinks. As a result of being denied sex for over a month, I had become a most “attentive” husband. During the course of the evening she complimented me on my demeanor, saying that she had gotten quite used to the “new” me. Joking (or maybe not!) she commented that she wished she had discovered the positive effects of chastising me much earlier. By the end of the evening, I was in a fever of anticipation of being allowed to cum.
When we got home, she told me to go to the bedroom and get naked. After leaving me to wait several minutes, she entered the room and commanded me to get on my knees on the floor in the middle of the room. I heard the clink of metal on metal behind me as she proceeded to handcuff each of my wrists behind my back to the opposite ankle. forcing me to maintain my kneeling position. Walking around in front of me, she produced the key to the padlock securing the chastity device to my cock. She unlocked and removed both the padlock and the device itself, exposing the shaft of my cock for the first time in over a month. I immediately became hard and began to thrust my hips in anticipation. She smiled and told me to relax. Laughing, she said that I would soon get an opportunity to cum to my hearts content. With that, she turned and left the room.
She soon returned with our “Electrolux” canister vacuum cleaner in hand. She set the device down in front of me and plugged it in. Stroking my cock to full erection with her hand, she turned on the machine and sucked my turgid cock into the port on the end of the machine where the suction hose attaches. The sensation was electrifying (no pun intended) and I was nearly ready to cum when she shut the vacuum off. My cock was still imbedded in the machine as she opened the vacuum to expose the end of my cock protruding from the inside of the sleeve that punctured the bag. Taking the padlock, she slipped it through my piercing and then through a hole that she had drilled in the end of the inlet sleeve. Snapping the lock shut, she imprisoned my cock in the end of the vacuum cleaner! She then shut the door and turned the machine on again, stepping back to admire her handiwork. The vacuum was hungrily sucking on my throbbing cock as I knelt in the middle of the floor, frozen in place by the cuffs. I began to thrust into the vacuum as the first orgasm in weeks spilled from the end of my cock into the vacuum bag.
She had gotten our camera and was snapping pictures of me, my cock buried in the device. As if the shots of me chained to the bed weren’t damning enough, I couldn’t imagine what someone might think if they saw the latest batch of photos! I told her that I had just cum, hinting that I was done and she just smiled. “That’s good dear,” she said with a laugh, “ you only have 29 more to go”. I looked at her in disbelief and she responded, saying that it had been a month since I had cum and there were at least 30 orgasms stored up. The vacuum cleaned continued to suck on my imprisoned cock as she stripped off her evening clothes and donned her nightgown. It was the first time in a month that I had been allowed to see her naked and the vacuum soon collected its second orgasm. Seeing my body stiffen, she smiled and leaned over to kiss me before she left the room. “I’ll be back in an hour or so to see how you are doing” she called from the door, “enjoy yourself”. The machine continued to hum as I listened to her footsteps descend the stairs.
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