When I told my wife what happened, she said, "I guess you got what you wanted." Here's how.
I am an aviation engineer. I work at an experimental facility where we test airplane components. I have worn a chastity belt of my own design for over a year. It is a steel tube that covers my cock. There is a chain that fits over my cock and balls and is locked in place. My wife is my reluctant keyholder. She considers me weird for wearing a belt but goes along with my compulsion to humor me. She holds the keys and we have sex only on her schedule not mine. Fairly tame stuff. Until I wanted to go to the next level. I asked my wife if I could be released from my belt so I could work on a more advanced unit. One that would do more to punish my erections and force me to be more faithful in thought as well as deed.
My wife was at the time in the middle of cleaning out the house for a tag sale and was happy to get me out of the way while she cleaned out closets. I retired to my basement tool room to design something a little bit more cutting edge. I started with the locking mechanism. As before, I used a chain that was so tight that it just went around my cock and balls. No way would that chain be removed. It was thin enough to meld into my skin but of high-tech aviation quality metals that could not be cut. A special high tech lock that could not be cut or picked kept it in place.
The lock was under my balls so it was difficult to get at. At the top of the chain I attached another chain at a right angle that ran along the top of my cock. I attached 5 rings to this chain and slipped my cock into the rings. The rings were tight enough that I could just pull the head of my cock through them. The rings were not of circular tubing, but of triangular tubing with the point on the down side for more pain. Behind the head of my cock, I locked another indestructible lock. It was so tight that I barely got the lock closed (with my cock flaccid). The lock was also attached to the chain with the rings, making it impossible to have an erection as the chain would not let my cock go forward and the lock made sure I stayed flaccid. The end of the chain was attached to the lock under my balls, so that my cock would always point downward.
I locked me up and decided to wear this for a day to test it out before I gave the keys to my wife in a special ceremony. The belt seemed comfortable enough until I went to sleep that night. When I got hard as I unusually do at 4 or 5 AM, my cock expanded enough to come into contact with the five rings on the chain. I had used rings that were too tight. The pain was excruciating. I rolled around in bed for hours in pain so bad that tears came to my eyes. I didn't want to disturb my wife by getting up and fumbling in the dark for the keys so I remained in agony for hours and got up exhausted and sore. When I looked for the keys they were not on the dresser where I left them. By then, I had to go to work, so I showered and left wearing my chastity belt. That night, after the kids were in bed, I asked my wife about the keys. She looked at me like I was crazy. "Keys what keys?" Then it dawned on her. While she was getting ready for the tag sale, she asked if I wanted to get rid of that old luggage at the back of the closet. I was intensely working on my belt and said yes without really hearing her. Or hearing her ask where were the keys for the luggage? She saw the keys on the dresser and thought they were the luggage keys. They were sold to someone with the luggage. I couldn't believe it. The people who bought the luggage paid cash and weren't anyone my wife knew. I was trapped in a very secure and painful chastity belt with no keys.
That was six months ago and I have adjusted to my new life. I have attempted to remove the belt by cutting and heating and all I got out of it was a second degree burn on a very sensitive place. Even if I somehow managed to cut one of the chains, the lock around the base of head of my cock would keep everything hanging right there. A surgeon told me that the only way to remove the lock is to cut off the head of my cock and try to reattach it. No thanks. I meditate to keep calm and have learned to live without erections. I have also learned to service my wife with my tongue and a strap-on dildo.
She says I should be happy, I got what I wanted.
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