Punishment That Fits the Crime

It all started innocently enough a few years ago. I was browsing the internet and, while looking at some BDSM sites, stumbled upon links about chastity. Like most people, I thought chastity went out in the Dark Ages, and was limited to men locking up their women while they went off to war. Imagine my surprise to find that it still exists today, and with probably more men being locked than women.

The more I read, the more intrigued I became. As someone who enjoyed the helpless frustration that comes with bondage, I thought that having your penis locked would be the ultimate.

I should probably tell you now that my wife, Dee, is about 99.5% vanilla when it comes to sex. While I've encouraged pushing the limits over the ten years we've been married, she doesn't show much interest in anything but old-fashioned, missionary position sex. I've bought her a number of sex toys - vibrators, dildos, plugs - and the collection of unused implements in the drawer of her nightstand continues to grow. She's indulged my interest in bondage a few times over the years, but instead of her becoming the strict domme of my fantasies, I end up having to direct most of the action. I know everybody is wired differently, but I really hoped I could gently guide her to exploring her dominant side a little more. I'd pretty much come to accept that it was never going to happen.

With that little bit of background information out there, you can imagine the reaction I received when I first brought up the subject of male chastity. Not only didn't it sound like fun to her, she couldn't imagine why I'd want to subject myself to it. Good point, Dee, I thought. I wasn't sure why I'd want it either, but I knew it was something I just had to experience, sort of like I had always known that at some point I'd need to be bound and gagged just to know what it was like. Sometimes experiences like that turn out to be fantasies gone bad, and living them out once is enough. In the back of my mind I thought that might be the situation with chastity as well, but I was determined to find out.

Over the next several months I continued to drop subtle hints about chastity, but she continued to show little interest. In all my reading and researching the topic, I knew that a lot of men locked themselves up, but I couldn't really see the excitement in that since having the ability to unlock myself defeated the purpose. I wasn't going to do this without her.

Finally I came to the sad conclusion that chastity just wasn't in my future. I stopped asking and prodding, and decided that the only way I was going to become my wife's sexual submissive was in my own imagination.

One night as we were watching TV, an episode of HBO's Real Sex came on following another program we had been watching. I was pretty sure she'd change the channel, but I guess she was distracted by something else long enough for the program to start. By the time she turned her attention back to the TV, the episode's theme was clear - female domination. I said nothing, and neither did she, but we both watched attentively. After it was over, she initiated a discussion about what we had just seen and seemed somewhat fascinated by it. Her questions were somewhat naïve I thought, but I also thought I could see the light bulb illuminating in her head as we spoke. I tried to answer as thoughtfully, honestly, and frankly as possible and the more we talked, the more her interest seemed to be sparked. Needless to say, I was horny as ever having just watched a man being restrained and spanked and ordered around unmercifully by his dominant lover. I hoped that perhaps this was going to be a turning point, but that night when we went to bed, she simply kissed me goodnight and rolled over to go to sleep.

It wasn't until the following weekend that I started to perceive something in her manner that hadn't been there before. It definitely wasn't dominance in the stereotypically sense, but she had a little bit of an authoritarian way about her which excited me to no end. We had plans to meet another couple for dinner and drinks that night and, while getting dressed, she told me what I should wear. When we headed out to the car, she stood by the door and waited for me to open it for her. Once seated comfortably, she gave a slight nod to indicate I could close the door. Was it my imagination, or was she also a little more provocatively dressed than usual? Her makeup was indeed a bit heavier, and I hadn't really noticed until then how closely her spandex top followed the curves of her breasts.

Upon our arrival at the restaurant, we were seated at our table and waited for our friends, Julie and Mark, to arrive as well. When they did, I was a little surprised that Mark, who was usually very outgoing and gregarious, seemed somewhat reserved and quiet. He held her chair for her as she was seated, which seemed out of character for him. As Julie took a cigarette from her purse, Mark reached over and lit it for her which was something I'd never seen him do in all the years we'd been socializing with them. At one point between the main course and dessert, Mark excused himself to go to the rest room, and it seemed to take him far longer than it typically does for a man to use the lavatory. Mark said very little during our meal and seemed only to talk when Julie directed the conversation his way. Something was odd, but I had no idea what it was.

After dinner we moved from the dining room to a small, corner table in the bar where Dee ordered a round of drinks for all of us. That was out of character for her as well, and I was starting to think I had fallen into a Twilight Zone episode without realizing it. After the drinks arrived, Julie took out another cigarette and Mark quickly lit it. Dee took out a cigarette as well, and held it in front of her lips while looking at me somewhat austerely. I quickly took the hint and picked up her slim, gold lighter and lit it for her. She gave a nod as if to say "job well done" and resumed her conversation. That same scenario was repeated several times during the rest of the evening.

I finally asked Mark if he was feeling alright, since his behavior up until that point was just completely out of character for him. He thanked me for asking, and said he was feeling just fine. At that point Julie turned to him and said, "It's OK, Mark. Tell them what happened." Mark turned four shades of red but Julie's commanding look said that silence wasn't an option, so Mark started to speak.

"I was on my way home from work one night the end of last month, just as it was getting dark. I called Julie before I left the office and told her I had been held up in a meeting and to go ahead and have dinner without me. I could tell from her tone of voice that she wasn't real happy, but we both know my job can be demanding sometimes and putting in some additional hours once in a while isn't really an option for me. If the boss says he needs me to stay late, I stay late."

Julie cleared her throat as if to say "get to the point."

"Anyway," Mark continued, "I had just turned the corner from Broad onto Third Street when I saw one of my old customers, Bethany Mason, standing on the sidewalk. Bethany used to work for Sampson & Schultz - that big law firm downtown - back when I was selling office furniture. It had just started to rain lightly, and I was concerned that perhaps she was stranded without a ride or her car had broken down or something, so I pulled over and rolled down the window. She got in the car - without me asking, really - and before I had a chance to say much of anything, the car was surrounded by cops. They made me get out of the car and make me spread out across the hood while they patted me down. Before I knew it, I was handcuffed and being led to a police car which had pulled up behind my car."

"To make a long story short," Julie interrupted, "Mark called from the police station at almost eleven o'clock to say he had been arrested - for soliciting prostitution. Seems his old friend Bethany became an undercover cop after leaving the law firm, and that area is apparently known to police as a drug and prostitution zone."

"But all I did was pull over to ask her if she needed a ride!" Mark protested.

"Enough," said Julie. "Every man who's ever been arrested in a prostitution sting insists he's innocent. At least that's what my sister's husband, Tom, told me. He's the deputy commissioner of the city police, and after begging and pleading, I was able to get him to pull a few strings and get Mark's charges reduced. He now only has a ticket for illegally stopping in a No Stopping/No Standing zone."

"Well, that's good," I said. "At least that's just a minor traffic charge!"

"Oh, I know," said Julie. "He could have actually faced up to a year in jail otherwise. He would have lost his job and I couldn't have possibly paid all the bills on my salary."

"So everything worked out OK in the end," I interjected. "That's great."

"Not entirely. Go ahead, Mark," Julie added. "Tell them the rest."

Mark looked like he wanted to crawl under the table and stay there, but continued his tale of woe. "After Julie picked me up down at the police station, she was pissed. I've never seen her so mad. She basically told me that she didn't believe I was just offering Bethany a ride, and that her brother-in-law told her that they never make a mistake when arresting johns. It was my word against the police, and apparently Bethany was willing to testify that I had offered her money for sex. So I was screwed as far as Julie was concerned."

"So I told Mark that things were going to change - immediately - or else he could start looking for another place to live."

My wife suddenly jumped in. "Julie and I were talking about all this the day after it happened, and I started telling her about that female domination stuff you were so into." It was now my turn to blush. "She liked the idea - a lot more than I did - and started collecting all the information she could. Between the internet, the public library, and that dirty bookstore outside of town, she quickly became an authority on the subject. So now Julie's completely in charge of their relationship. Isn't that right, Mark?"

"Yes, ma'am." He'd become a complete pussycat since the last time I saw him.

My mind started spinning with thoughts. In some ways, Mark was the luckiest guy I could imagine. But then again, his wife didn't trust him to be faithful anymore, and that wasn't necessarily a good thing.

Before I could formulate an opinion one way or the other, Dee continued speaking. "Julie and I have been discussing the situation a lot the past few weeks, and it seems that she's never been happier. So I told her how you had been encouraging me to take a more dominant role in our relationship. And that you wanted me to control you and punish your bad behavior."

"I honestly couldn't imagine it," Julie said. "Why would you want to be treated like a second class citizen in your marriage if you hadn't done something to deserve it - like Mark did?"

"Well, I uh... I dunno, I just kinda always thought... " For perhaps the first time in my life I was completely speechless.

"Julie suggested that maybe I should read some of the information she had collected, and when I did, it all started making sense to me," said my lovely bride. "I had always looked at it as a what's-in-it-for-you situation, but now I can see what's in it for me as well."

"And when Dee told me about how you asked to have your penis locked up - male chastity, in other words - I figured it was the punishment that best fit the crime in Mark's case, so I ordered a CB-3000 online and it came in the mail three days later. Mark obviously isn't as into the idea as Dee says you would be, but that's his problem now, not mine." I looked at Mark who just sat there solemnly sipping his drink. "So I have you to thank for this cage on my dick, huh?" He grinned sheepishly and shook his head. "With friends like you, do I really need any enemies?"

"Sorry, dude! It wasn't like I suggested she lock you up like that! I was actually thinking it would be kinda fun being controlled like that. Maybe I was wrong."

"Yeah, it's great fun. I have to shave my crotch now, I have to sit down to piss, and if I get a hard-on, I can't do a damn thing about it other than get a huge reminder that my dick is sealed in plastic. And now SHE decides when and if we have sex - and whether I get to cum! Oh yeah, it's a barrel of laughs." He looked like he was going to cry.

"But you brought it on yourself, Mark," Julie said. "So perhaps you should complain a little less and worry about concentrating on treating me better."

I was starting to feel responsible for getting him into this mess. "Like I said, Mark, it wasn't like I made the suggestion to them. It was just an idea I had thrown out there once upon a time."

"Well now I like the idea," Dee said. "And so after talking to Julie, I decided I'm going to take you up on your offer. I also ordered a CB-3000 and it arrived in today's mail. When we get home, I'm going to handcuff you to the bed posts and shave your hairy little balls. Then I'll put the CB on you and depending on how you treat me over the next couple of weeks, I'll decide when and if it comes off - and when and if *you* get off. You'd better start taking your cues from Mark and d things like pull out my chair, light my cigarettes, get me coffee, give me back rubs, service me with your mouth - all the things he's now doing for Julie."

"It sounds to me like you're going to enjoy it," Julie said.

"I know I will!" Dee added with a smile.

Even Mark couldn't help but crack a smile, and I could read his thoughts - "Better be careful what you wish for."

THE END

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