A Chastity Belt Wearer Who Got More Than He Asked For and Now Less

In the early nineties, I was getting pretty well into bdsm. Through the years of our marriage, I had tried several times to introduce bdsm, but my bride hadn't showed much enthusiasm. But now, her reluctance had moved up to tolerance. We played more often and, while she didn't gain enjoyment herself, she understood mine and was willing to play. About the same time, I began to haunt the internet, especially one place in New Jersey where I "met" a sincere friend. We exchanged many messages and we talked by phone, but we never met. Still, she played an important part in my development.

My bride astounded me in late 1993 when she agreed to accompany me to a fetish shop in North Jersey where I would be measured for a chastity belt. I had visited the shop earlier and saw a display belt it took my breath away. I came home, wondering how I might mount a campaign to win approval to buy it, but the first time I mentioned it, my bride agreed with the purchase. I was ecstatic. At the time, I frequently wore a leather chastity belt item with a couple locks. Even though it wasn't a permanent item, I often wore it to my job, going shopping with my wife, and wherever. The day came when we two visited the fetish shop in North Jersey where I was properly measured. While that was happening, my dearest was given a tour of the shop by the owner. During the visit, the proprietress demonstrated proper cane technique, using my behind.

We moved shortly after and it took awhile for the C.B. to catch up with us. When it finally did, it didn't fit! Well, more measurements and we sent it back. Finally, it arrived. It was not quite perfect, but it was wonderful. It felt so good to wear. Although a tube c.B. is supposed to prevent an erection, since I am rather small in penis department, I found I could get an erection inside the tube. To me, this made the device even better.

But my wife's now willing participation, did not end with the c.B. In quick order, a full leather hood and a straight jacket came into our play. We, of course, had the cane, and now we ordered some floggers. At that time, Fridays were my only full day off. After breakfast, the day would start with a thorough thrashing. As she did in all my kinky things, my bride approached this with some reluctance, not wanting to hurt me. After many lengthy discussions over many glasses of wine, she came to understand that pain is what I was seeking. Thus, there came a day when the whipping and caning was no longer tentative. After the thrashing, which might last anywhere from 3/4 of an hour to an hour and a half, I would be locked in the chastity belt, the hood would be secured on my head (with the padded blinders in place and the mouth zipper closed), and finally strapped into my straight jacket. My ankles would be secured with shackles or rope and I would be left to roam the upper floor. She would frequently check on me to satisfy herself that I was alright, but she never asked if I was done yet. It was always my choice, although I tried often to turn the decision to her.

On other days, I would use the c.B. I used all sorts of nipple clamps, and each time I bought a new set, it was more severe than all the others. My nipples began to enlarge from the treatment (although I've also read that certain blood pressure medication will cause the nipple to enlarge). I found that not only could I manage an erection in the c.B. tube, I could also cum. Time passed and my self mistreatment increased, and the Friday sessions continued. I was thrilled the first time the marks on my ass lasted for a few days, but eventually they were still faintly visible the next Friday.

Sexual relations with my wife began to dwindle. It wasn't that she didn't want it, rather it was that I was finding it increasingly unable to maintain an erection or to cum in her. I had enjoyed performing cunnilingus for many years, and I still do. But she became seriously hurt when it became clear to her that not even her mouth could keep me erect or to ever cause an ejaculation.

One fine day, I finally fully realized what had happened to me. Even with the grossest mistreatment of my nipples and all my equipment, I could not get an erection at all. I could have a dribbling ejaculation but no satisfaction. I took every last bit of my equipment and disposed of it. For some reason, my wife insisted on retaining her knee boots and long gloves.

According to doctors, I didn't injure myself. For a while, my testosterone level was non existent but is now where it should be. That leaves me with E.D. (erectile dysfunction). After three years, I have finally begun to feel some life in my penis. Whether anything will happen, I have no idea, but I have begun to yearn, and I can now get an erection.

My purpose in writing this is to alert those who read it that too much of a good thing, can lead to no thing. Would I ever again seek to get new equipment? I have no idea. First, I have to find out if my male plumbing will work; then we may think of other things.

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