Twenty-two years. What a long time for a marriage Donna wondered. It was a good marriage, better than most in her opinion, and still pretty fun sexually after all these years. But for all the years they had been together, she still didn't fully trust her husband Wayne.
At times she wasn't sure if it was paranoia, or fear of her own aging. She had fared pretty well when she went over the hill at 40. The 41st and 42nd birthdays passed without much fanfare, but this year, 43 years old seemed way too old. The sex in her life was still good and Wayne still wanted her to dominate him whenever he could get her into a kinky mood. He tried to seduce her like any red-blooded male does when his hormones raged, but lately she thought he was somewhere else, at least mentally somewhere else. She wasn't sure if it was he, or her own aging, but the thought of him wandering away bothered her.
The Internet was a blessing and a curse in their household. Donna, although very computer literate, didn't find much interest in browsing the net night after night. There were novels to read and sitcoms to watch. Wayne, loved his PC and spent hours each night surfing the web. If he spent half as much time touching her and making love to her as he did on that damn computer she may not have been wondering about number 43. What did he love so much about the web?
She knew the web was full of porn sites, but Wayne wasn't interested in that stuff. Was he? Did he chat endless hours with other people? What could he possibly chat for hours about? Cars? Electronics? Their sex life? Sex with other women? She trusted Wayne, but the doubts kept whispering louder and louder. What would a little snooping around hurt?
Saturday came like any other weekend and Wayne had chores outside to do. He was told if he cut the grass and trimmed the hedge, he would be bound and sexually tortured later on. It really was amazing to her how easily she could manipulate him when dominance and submission was brought into the picture. Anyway, Wayne was now outside playing grounds keeper while Donna had the house to herself. It was time to play amateur sleuth on the computer.
She logged onto the computer and selected Wayne's profile. No password was required on either his or her account. They trusted each other. After the obligatory minute of welcome music, drives spinning up and the desktop getting painted, she clicked on the Internet explorer icon. Up popped their ISP's home page. "Why does he spend hours looking at this crap?"
The investigation started by a quick search of his favorites. Typical, normal links: finances, sports, news and CBs. She knew he was interested in electronics, but who uses CB's anymore these days. Anyway, by way of cursory inspection, they all looked harmless.
Next up in the search was his history folder. Today, nothing. Yesterday, nothing, wait just a minute. What in God's name is he doing looking at a site about altar boys two days ago. "Oh my God. Is he gay and I never knew about it." She almost screamed but bit her lip instead. Hesitantly, she clicked the mouse on the link and a web page warning of adult material popped up. Another gasp. Unthinkingly, the mouse clicked on Enter. There it was, a whole page of links about altar boys. What the heck, altar boys in chastity belts. No not altar boys in chastity belts, men and women in chastity belts. People still wore chastity belts?
"Does he want me to wear one of these things?" she pondered. "No fucking way."
It was really amazing to her. She knew that knights used these things in the Middle Ages to keep their women secure, but the middle ages passed by centuries ago. Not only that, they made these things for men too. For men? "Does he want to wear one these?" She knew he loved being dominated by her, but to want to be locked up in stainless steel, with her holding the keys. "I bet he does!"
What a fine predicament she was in now. She started off because she didn't trust him. She thought he was cheating on her, but it doesn't look like he has been. He's been fantasizing about her locking his dick up. Isn't this the opposite of cheating on her? She spent quite a while, reading the stories, the reviews, and looking at the pictures of men restrained in the most basic of ways. This was all too much for her to handle.
After logging off, she walked over to the window. There he was, out in the yard with no top on. He was in pretty good shape still, well considering he just turned 44. He was in good enough shape to warrant the attention of other women. How long would it be before he got to his mid-life crisis and started to fool around? She really wanted to trust him. Could she trust him?
The day went on kind of aimlessly for Donna. The voices of distrust in her head kept singing that same tune: "You're getting older. He's going to wander. You can't stop him." How could she get those damn fears to subside? The fears lead to scheming. "If it's a chastity belt you want, a chastity belt is what you're going to get."
Later that night, Wayne stripped bare in the basement. He loved when Donna would tie his hands to the rafters; blind fold him and lock his legs in a spreader bar. Then she would do all kinds of things to get him worked up. When he was nice and horny, she would typically change his position so that his hands were secure behind his back. She would place a collar on him with a leash, and then make him perform miracles on her clit with his tongue. They played this game fairly often, always with some new twists and turns to keep it interesting.
The night started out the same. The suspension cuffs went on first, then the chains were hooked to the ceiling. He was blind folded. Finally his legs were separated with a spreader bar so his weight was placed on his arms and his toes barely touched the floor.
She started by running her nails up and down his legs, around his balls, and down his shaft. "Do you like when I do this to you lover?" "Do you like being my slave, my sex toy?" He was quickly getting excited and was mumbling replies to her. She started to do something to him that he didn't recognize. She took a felt tip marker and marked points on his lower back and abdomen. Using a cloth tape measure, she started taking measurements of all of his vital dimensions. He was confused. He thought she was tying things to him, only she never tied a knot and immediately removed the rope, string or whatever it was.
"I'm going to leave you here for a bit. I'll be right back." After about 15 minutes, she came back, quickly grabbed and measured his limp member. Then she rubbed her body on his and whispered in his ear "I know your fantasy. I'm going to make it come true."
"What fantasy is that, Mistress?"
"I know all about your desire to be locked up in a chastity belt. Do you want to permanently be my slave; my possession; never in control of your dick again?" His dick answered before he could, but she let him speak anyway.
"I don't really want one of those things" he gulped. "I was just fantasizing about them. How did you find out about it?"
"How I found out is not important. The only thing that is important is whether you want to be my permanent slave, following all of my rules, being mine and only mine. Is that what you want lover? Do you trust your mistress to hold the keys to your dick?" As she finished speaking, she sucked his dick into her mouth. He really didn't have much of a chance at this point. She stood back up and asked, "Do you want me to lock your dick up in a chastity belt. If you agree, you must agree to never unlock the belt yourself. We'll make up some rules for your wearing the belt, but once belted, I'll be the only one to release you, and only when I see fit. I'm going to let you think about this for an hour or so. When I come back, I want to here only one word from you. Either yes or no. If its yes, I will order a chastity belt for you and you will be locked in it when it arrives. If its no, then this offer is forever rescinded. It's a one-time offer. Think carefully before you answer, slave."
Again she went down on him. Slowly and repeatedly she brought him to the brink of orgasm and then stopped. When she thought he could handle it no more, she walked behind him and slapped him on the ass. "Think about my offer very seriously, slave. Just to remind you, this is a one-time offer. You know, it's all about trust. I'll be back to take your answer." With that she left him there dangling from the rafters.
When she came back to the basement, she walked up to him and started to caress his body gently. Slowly, she worked her way down to his cock again and started to suck the tip. As his body tensed up again, she stopped and worked her lips up his chest, pausing to tease his nipples, then up to his neck, finally nibbling on his ear. "Its time for you answer slave. I want you to hear you answer, yes or no. Remember there is no going back. What is it?"
"Yes, please lock my dick up mistress." He was shaking as he said it. She smiled, pulled his head towards hers and gave him a long, passionate kiss. "Remember always what I said. I trust that you will never attempt to take the belt off once it is locked on." He shook his head in compliance, and she started releasing him from his bonds. Like the other times, she locked his arms behind his back, took him to the bedroom and made him service her orally until she was nearly exhausted. As she wore out, she gave him a wink and told him to enjoy this while he could. He mounted her and quickly exploded deep inside.
Donna was very serious about getting a belt for Wayne. Using the measurements she had taken, she contacted several of the belt manufacturers. What she wanted was a little unusual, and only one maker would do what she asked. It was going to cost a thousand dollars extra, but she would get the belt she wanted.
Weeks went by as they waited. Wayne was too scared to really say much and Donna would simply smile and say "soon enough" whenever he inquired about the belt. When the belt arrived, Donna placed the belt in a secure location and read the note accompanying the belt.
"As you can see, the belt has been manufactured to your specifications. Be careful with the keys, as the belt is extremely secure. Be careful to follow the instructions for unlocking the belt. Failure to unlock the belt properly may be disastrous. Don't loose the keys or trigger the `safety' mechanisms you requested. Have fun.."
About three months had passed since the night Donna made her offer and Wayne was starting to think she was just been playing along with his fantasies. They had other bondage sessions after that night, but she never brought up the chastity belt fantasy again. "Oh well, it was a pretty fun fantasy while it lasted." Anyhow, they were going to have another bondage session tonight.
The evening started like any other. He stripped for her, and she secured him to the rafters and separated his legs with the spreader bar. Surprisingly, she didn't blindfold him. She did place a gag in his mouth, securing it very tightly. Looking mischievous, she ran from the room and returned with a box, some towels, a bag of ice and some petroleum jelly. "This is it lover. Are you ready?" She opened the box and pulled out the chastity belt for him.
He couldn't believe what she was showing him. It was styled like a Goethals belt, however the front of the belt would fully encompass both this dick and his balls. The belt looked very heavy. The waste band was about a quarter of an inch thick, about an inch wide all the way around. "Stainless steel. Hardened if you are wondering" she said.
"I'm going to tell you the rules now. Listen very carefully. From now on, your dick is to only be released from this belt when I want to make love to you. A locking steel collar will be placed on you before I unlock the belt. The collar will be hooked to a chain that I will attach to the bed, or other item around the house. See, I need to make sure you put the belt back on when we are done. I'll make sure that you never go too long without an orgasm, but you must always follow my number one rule: I'm the only person to take this belt off of you. Don't ever take the belt off yourself and don't try to have someone else take the belt off of you. I would be a big mistake for you if I ever find out you are cheating on me or your try to satisfy yourself." With that, he gulped, and Donna went to work locking up his dick.
He was surprised by how well she had measured. He could tell by its weight on his hips and by how snug it was, that this belt was never to be either slipped off or cut off. He almost came when she depressed the lock, but as he would soon find out, he couldn't have an orgasm in the belt. This was definitely going to take some time to get used to.
Donna kept her word. Each week she locked a steel collar on him, chained him to a piece of furniture. She would get the key from where ever she kept it hidden in the house, remove the belt and clean him up. Then they would play their games for the evening. When both were done, she would grease him back up and lock the belt on. She was good about keeping to a weekly schedule, and he was happy to play her game.
A year into this routine, Donna was asked by her employer to go on a 3 to 4 week business road trip. Depending on the unknown factors, the actual return date was not yet determined. Reluctantly, Donna left on her trip after warning Wayne to behave himself. She told him, in case of emergency, he could call her and she would let him know the location of a key.
Three weeks had passed and poor Wayne was ready to explode. He knew he had to wait at least one more week for Donna's return, but she could possibly make him wait even longer after she was back home. So Wayne started upon a scavenger hunt, determined to find a key and get some relief. An hour or so later, Wayne found what he was looking for. Without thinking, he unlocked the belt and relieved himself. Unsure of Donna's exact return date, Wayne placed the belt back on, and with a click, depressed the lock. He placed the key back in its hiding place, exactly as he found it.
Two days later, Wayne repeated his escape act. Three days after that, he repeated the process again. Donna had called earlier in the day and told him she would be home the next afternoon. Knowing this was his last chance for fun, he took care of himself twice. When he was done, he placed the belt back on, and with a double click, he depressed the lock. He thought he heard two clicks when he depressed the lock but it really didn't matter because everything was locked up tight.
As he expected, Donna wanted him to wait an additional week before releasing him. This would have been a total of five weeks since his last release, but only he knew it was a week and a half.
Saturday evening arrived and Donna decided to tie him down to the bed. Once secure, she ran off and got the key. She went to unlock the belt and suddenly stopped. A look of disbelief came across her face. She straddled Wayne's chest and looked him in the eyes. "I trusted you. How could you be so incredibly stupid as to think I wouldn't know you took the belt off? I told you when I put this belt on you that you were never to unlock it yourself. I go away for a couple of weeks and you immediately break our agreement. I thought I could trust you. Oh well, your loss."
Wayne tried to deny the allegations. Donna bought no part of it. "Wayne, you just don't understand. When I had the belt made for you, I thought you were fooling around and I didn't trust you. So, I had the belt made with a couple of special features. The first was that the padding around the tube your dick is in contains a piano wire that is under high tension. If the band on the belt is cut, the mechanism will release and your dick will get cut off. Since you weren't stupid enough to cut the belt off, that's the good news.
The bad news is that the lock has a special feature. Each time it is unlocked, it must be turned one full revolution in the other direction. You must perform this maneuver each and every time the belt is removed. If the belt is removed three times without performing this maneuver, when the lock mechanism is depressed, a steel plate is pushed across the keyhole. I'm sure the last time you locked it, you must have heard a second click. That was the keyhole being blocked. The keyhole will remain blocked for at least two years.
I told the guy who made the belt, that if you took the belt off you must be fucking around on me, so make sure the belt can't be opened for a period long enough to break up any fling you may have. He asked if I wanted it permanently locked or reset after time. I told him to surprise me, no less than two years and no more than five. Well, I'm definitely surprised now. How about you?"
"See Wayne, a marriage is just a matter of trust. I know if you work real hard, you can convince me that you can be trusted again. It's going to take some time though. If I had to guess, I think it might just take two to five years. I'm glad it's you and not me that's locked up." With that, she crawled up on his face. "Get used to this lover. It's the only way we are going to have sex for a while. Trust me."
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