Think Twice

I’m only writing this as a warning to other men toying with the idea of delving into the world of enforced chastity. For years I loved to read stories of men being enslaved by their wives or girlfriends, having their penis’ locked up, enduring endless days of frustration, being teased while they received constant stimulation, enduring forced humiliation at the hands of a sadistic wife. The fun side of reading these things and not participating is that you get to relieve yourself any time you want. But, when you enter the true world of enforced chastity, you do not have that luxury. Quickly, the initial turnon turns to frustration, which turns to anxiety, which turns to desperation, which turns to hopelessness. I was the typical guy who got turned on by these stories, could masturbate at will, but in the end became prisoner of my own fantasies. My big mistake was approaching my wife about my hidden desires to have my penis under lock and key, with only her holding my key to freedom.

She was totally unemotional and disinterested in the idea until I went on to confess that I masturbated at least once per day in order to satisfy my uncontrolled desires. To her that was akin to adultery. She couldn’t believe I cheated on her in this way. After confessing that almost 2 years ago, I have not been able to quite recover from what has transpired since. My loving wife now keeps me under lock and key for weeks at a time. My only relief, when I am released, is often to stand in front of her and masturbate while she watches.

She is like a totally different person on a new life's mission. She absolutely relishes the idea of making me suffer the endless days of sexual frustration. She also goes to extremes to reinforce her new superior position and to instill in me the seriousness of my masturbation/cheating. When I come home from work she’s waiting at the door usually dressed extremely sexy, a tight slip, stockings, high heels etc. All to make me see what I am missing to suffer the more. As soon as I come in I am immediately made to strip and put my clothes in a waiting clothesbasket. Now naked except for my chastity device, I must then get on my hands and knees and kiss her stocking’d feet and heels. While I’m in this humiliating position she verbally derides me as to my cheating ways and how it’s her new mission in life to provide the constant correction I so need.

At this point she reveals a pair of 5" strappy heels for me to put on. After I’m buckled in, I’m led down into the basement where a spare room had been constructed for her fun. This she affectionately calls "her play room". It’s in there that she shuts the door behind us, sealing us in an almost sound proof room where she can do as she pleases. A homemade wooden pillory I was forced to construct waits me. I lean over and she immediately locks in my head and arms. I’m in a very vulnerable bent over position while still in the heels. She turns the lights down low and the music up high.

It’s in this position that nightly I must endure her wooden paddle. At first she was seemingly just experimenting. Minimal whacks, minimal intensity. But soon thereafter I was enduring her full wrath. Now, nightly I get at least 25 very hard whacks, often bringing me to the brink of tears. She actually loves to hear me scream for mercy. Everynight I tell her I’ve learned my lesson, but it does no good. There is not one single day that goes by that I’m am not taken down to her little playroom for her sadistic fun. I have since learned from her that she gets very wet at even the thought of spanking me, but the actual doing of it nearly sends her into an uncontrollable orgasm. Now I know why she likes it so much.

After this, begins a night of total humiliation. While still fastened down to the pillory, she seals my head in a rubber bondage hood (courtesy of ebay), and locks it on. I have little slits in which to see out of, a small hole for each of my nostrils, but my mouth is totally sealed shut. I can’t open it or say anything. I can only moan and mumble my objections to what she dishes out the rest of the evening. While still in this position she will often lube a finger and begin some anal probing. It is highly erotic and I’m soon moaning through the hood. If she’s in a particularly punishing mood, she will take a 7" vibrator, lube it up, and begin an hour-long violation of me. All the time she’ll be telling me I’m getting off light and should consider myself lucky. She’ll then threaten me with getting real guys to come in and administer some punishment. I moan "no please" though the hood as she laughs and taunts some more.

After handcuffing me, she leads me, still in heels, to her bedroom upstairs. I say hers, as she now has moved me into a spare bedroom across the hall, where I’m further sealed up at the end of the evening. But for now we go to her room where most evenings her best friend/girlfriend is now waiting. While they both tee hee and giggle they begin dressing me up as their little slut. I’m soon forced into sheer stockings, sometimes a girdle, a longline bra, and then a short Lycra dress. With my hands handcuffed behind me, I’m then forced to stand by the edge of the bed while the two cuddle, kiss, and soon writhe in the passions of lovemaking. Being forced to watch another woman please your wife, while dressed as a woman, is very humilating.

When they’re finished, and as I’m still standing there, they often talk about what one should do with a cheating husband. They discuss all sorts of endless humiliation scenarios, but often it comes back to zipping me up in a rubber mummy bag with another man and see what fun we can have.

One particular night after watching them in action, my penis strained against its prison. Having been totally chaste for 3 weeks, my wife asked me if I wanted an orgasm. I nodded yes through the hood. "Well, my cheating little husband, tonight is your night. " They both got up from the bed and I watched through the eye slits while she unlocked my chastity device, causing my imprisoned penis to immediately spring to life. I could see through the slits that my wife and her girl friend were soaked in sweat through their slips and stockings from the intense love making.

They led me to the spare bedroom and faced me toward the wall with instructions to stand there. I could hear them unzip the mummy bag on the bed. I figured then that they would zip me and my newly released penis into a rubber mummy bag for the evening. A scenario I highly anticipated, as I love the feel of rubber and of being helplessly confined in it. They then turned me around to the surprise that was waiting. There, already in the mummy bag, was her girlfriend’s husband. He held his arms out and said, "come on handsome, I've been waiting for you." With that, the girls forced me down on the bed and into his waiting arms. With my arms handcuffed behind me, I could only put up a superficial struggle. He held me close to his naked body while begging the girls to hurry and zip us up. Soon my legs were being tucked into the bottom of the bag and I could hear the zipper coming up. With his arms around me and unable to move, I could hear the final travel of the zipper sealing us in.

Within moments I found my self totally encased in rubber with another man. The girls were laughing hysterically as my new lover rolled me over and got on top with me underneath. He started whispering at how horny he was and how much he wanted to have an orgasm on me. His penis soon started rubbing against me and he began moaning uncontrollably. The girls then left the room for another round of love making, leaving their captive husbands to an evening of uncontrolled lust. Soon we both exploded in simultaneous orgasms. Later that night he managed to forcefully roll me over inside the rubber bag, and took me from behind saying "this was only the beginning." Our wives left us in our hot sweaty rubber prison til morning.

Now our wives frequently torment us by zipping us in the bag together for a half a day or more. Their favorite scenario is to keep us chaste for at least 2 weeks, then imprison us in rubber bondage while having male company over for a night of drinking and dancing, while we writhe helplessly on the bed.

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