The Guilty one gets belted!

I’m not sure what it was that got my wife irritated - - my touching myself or my masturbation. These didn’t diminish my sex drive with her, so what was she mad about?

I knew she had a business trip coming up. And we often played little bondage games on the bed; she spread me out and then played with me, sometimes leaving me half satisfied and then taking a long soak in the tub while leaving me to stew. But she was never all that good at making the ropes tight, and one time I even escaped and hid on the roof outside the bedroom window to watch her reaction to the empty bed.

So on the night in question, she spread me out and then pulled the ropes tight. Something was different! She then showed me that the ropes which went through the hasp on the leather cuffs and the ropes around the feet of the bed met at the type of metal locked used on post office bags. It was taut and it was not giving way to my tugging.

As soon as all four limbs were secured, the phone rang. "I don’t think you can reach the release but just to make sure, I’ll slip a padlock into it." Now I knew that I was never going to escape these bed games again.

She came back carrying a small canvas bag. "I’ve adopted the post office’s ideas for something else. This is going to keep you chaste while I am gone. It is filled with absorbent cotton and will lock around your private parts. Like this."

She put it over my cock and balls and pulled the rope tight. If she added a lock, it would keep me from using, or even seeing, my cock.

"But how will I go anywhere after the first day? It will be so filled with urine that I will smell terribly."

"I have that taken care of. Jane will come over and change you each day."

What? Jane was our next door neighbor and Debbie’s best friend. But this was going too far, and I told her so.

"Do you know that Jane’s husband wears a steel chastity belt? She put it on him and she told me that I should get one for you. You do have a problem but I think that’s a little extreme for your problem. Do you agree?"

Well, I sure never knew that Herb wore a belt but maybe that’s the reason I never saw him wearing anything tight below the waist. [I always like to wear bicycle shorts while working in the yard; Herb wears baggy shorts.]

Looking at the alternative - - I was still spread-eagled and in no position to argue - - I told her that I did not need a belt and I would work out my problem. She went to get Jane to show her the ropes - - no pun intended. She and Jane returned and Debbie removed the bag from my crotch and Jane saw me in all my glory; my private parts were no longer private.

"Here’s how to do it. Spread him out to the bed and wash him down when you change it each day. He can put a large plastic bag over it when he takes a shower. He can also wash out the old one while wearing the new one."

Jane was happy to have such control over me; it was obvious. Now she could rule two men! But she was not convinced this was the route to go with a man.

"How secure is this? He could cut it open with a knife or even cut the rope and get free."

"I know. I trust him. But he’d better know right now that if I find he has done that, then it’s a steel chastity belt for sure."

She put the bag back on me, pulled the rope tight, and locked it. And handed the key to Jane. When she left the next morning, she reminded me that she trusted me and to remember what would happen if I violated that trust.

Jane decided the first time she changed me would not be on the bed but would be in her secluded back yard. She had me strip, backed me up to a tree, handcuffed my wrists behind the tree and then used legirons to secure my ankles the same way. Then she removed the crotch bag and washed me down with the hose. She left me to dry in the warm sun and then put the new bag on.

The next four days were rainy or cloudy so she did the job on the bed. The day that Debbie was to return, I was secured and ready for the change. But Jane showed up with a pair of scissors!

"I told Debbie that you should be belted and this is the evidence she will need!"

"Please don’t do that. You know this isn’t right. And why would she not believe me rather than you?"

"And what would I have to gain by doing this? Nothing at all. The only thing she will see is the cut rope."

I knew it was a lost cause. She cut the rope, washed me, and then put the new one on for Debbie’s return that night. I could think of no way to either hide this from her or to explain it except for the truth, which did seem far-fetched for someone in the "middle" position.

As soon as Debbie saw the cut rope, she called Jane to come over and tell her what happened. I told her the truth, but Jane stuck to her story.

"One of you is lying. Which one is it?" Both of us swore we were telling the truth.

"OK, then let’s raise the bar. Will you agree that the one who is lying be secured in a chastity belt and I hold the key?"

If she bought Jane’s story, I was going to be belted anyway so I agreed. Jane had to agree or she would blow her cover.

Debbie stepped into the closet and took out a videotape and popped it into the TV/VCR combination.

"I have a little motion-activated camera up there. Let’s see what’s on the tape."

Jane made a run for the bedroom door but Debbie caught her and tossed her on the bed. "Get those cuffs on her and spread her out!"

Gladly!!!!

Jane started to scream obscenities and Debbie took a ball gag and shoved it into her mouth and buckled it behind her head. I had finished with the ropes, and Debbie padlocked the two wrist clamps.

"Now go next door and get Herb."

I brought in Herb, only warning him that he was going to see something alarming. He sure was surprised but made no effort to free his wife.

"Can we keep her here until I get a chastity belt for her?"

"Of course! I’ll even tell you where she got mine so you can get it extra fast."

Well, he was right about the speed. A woman’s belt is simpler and easier to fit. Debbie took measurements, sent out an e-mail, and a few days later it arrived. We called Herb over to supervsise the installation.

We put it on her and then took the gag out of her mouth. She was not happy.

"OK, Herb, if you don’t stop them now, you will never get out of your belt. I will destroy the key."

"Herb took his pants off and showed her a beltless crotch. "I found the key a few days ago and this was the perfect time to take it off without any fear of you. In fact, if I had the choice, I would belt you up and destroy the key, but Debbie said she gets to keep the key so it is out of my hands."

Now Jane cried out for mercy. But it did no good. Debbie went one step further; she took off the belt and put a dildo into Jane’s pussy. Not enough to stop the flow of urine but enough to always be there and drive Jane nuts. The belt went back on and was locked. Then Debbie took a drop or two of acid and put them in the lock to corrode it - - but Jane didn’t know that

Only then was Jane released. She’d been spread on the bed all that time and we let her shower to clean off. [We had to buy new bedding for the way she messed that up.] How interesting it was that Jane was so contrite and polite to all. Too bad she didn’t know that she was never to be released; the key that Debbie wore around her neck may have looked like the right key, but it was not. The real one had been flushed down the toilet!

So Debbie and Herb had the right idea. Leave someone with a little hope and they bend to your will. Take away the hope and what have they got to lose?

Roger

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