Questions Best Left Unasked

Of course we've all had questions that we've wanted to ask. For me, it seems to be "How did you find out about this?" I'm jealous when others take me to a wonderful but out-of-the-way restaurant. Or discover a movie which has somehow escaped the attention of the local critics. Or served up a wonderful dish at a picnic.

But there are also those where you don't dare to ask, and you are not sure you even WANT to know the answer.

Nikki and I were college roommates. After graduation, we went back to our home-town areas and after a few years, I lost track of her. I had not moved but she apparently had. After five years, I received a letter from her telling me that after a lot of moving around, she was now living in the Denver area with a new job and a new husband. She invited me to come visit her. Since I was driving out to the West Coast, I decided to take a few more days and stop to see her.

We had a good time the first night talking about old times and wondering where some of our classmates ended up. I asked her where her husband was and she told me he was out of town but he would be back on Sunday before I left.

The next night, she told me that she had a special surprise for me. She prefaced this by telling me I had always been too conservative and withdrawn, socially, and it was time for me to broaden my horizons and come out of my shell. (She was right; she dated a lot in college and I think I had one date, which was such a dud that I wrote off the whole experience for two years.) It all sounded so strange, the way she worded it, but I said "fine."

We arrived at a non-descript building and went into a room where there were about 50 folding chairs set up; most were already occupied, all by women. At 8:00, a woman entered the room and told us that we were there to serve as an unofficial jury. With that, she left and came back pushing a cart much like those you see outside fancy hotels, where the doorman or bellboy (or whoever) loads on the luggage and the hanging things. But this cart had a man standing on it, stretched out to the four corners and secured with leather cuffs to each support bar. He was wearing a leather mask with no eye holes and only a round hole for his mouth. He was dressed in what looked like a tank leotard.

"You are charged with cheating on your wife. She may or may not be here, but as we are protecting your identity with the mask, you are not to speak her name. You have done this before and you have promised it would never happen again, but you broken your promise. This is the third time and now this cannot continue. How do you plead?"

The man replied that he knew what he did was wrong and begged forgiveness and that it would not happen again.

"That is what we are here for, to make sure it does NOT happen again."

The moderator then asked us to vote whether mercy should be shown. The vote was unanimous: NO. The moderator motioned to the side and two men came thru the door carrying what looked like a metal harness. When they got closer and held it up, it was a chastity belt!

The leotard turned out to be a bodysuit. The bottom was unsnapped and we saw his private parts in all their glory, though not all that impressive. The belt was fitted below his balls and then his cock was stuffed inside a ouch, and the whole thing locked.

"Do we show you the other part?" The answer was unanimous, except for a protest by the victim. That earned him a gag in the mouth.

The cart was moved around to show his back side. Two volunteers were sought and two immediately raised their hands. One was told to spread the man's cheeks and the other took the dildo which was handed to her and after putting it in some Noxema, slowly shoved it into his ass. His both moved back and forth but the cuffs held him tight; he also letout several moans and protests. All to no avail.

"This can be locked onto the belt to provide a little more reminder that he is not in control of his body. Obviously, it can't be left in there a long time - - unless you want to do some cleaning up. But maybe that's not so bad, considering the humiliatiion is his more than yours."

The cart was moved around again so we had the front view. "One more little feature of this which other chastity belts don't have - - an obedience switch." With that, she took out what looked like a TV remote and pushed the button. Wow, did he ever thrash in his restraints and let out the moans!

"There is a shock device underneath his balls, safely within the belt so he can't get at it. Rather like a dog and the invisible fence idea. It can be set for low, which might drive him nuts with stimulation than he cannot satisfy with an erection and orgasm. Or it can be set on high to remind him to behave. This was on medium."

She went on to explain that when it was time to clean the belt, the man should be spreadeagled on the bed and that he WOULD cooperate or suffer a zapping. With that, she asked if there were any questions. I think everyone there was too stunned and surprised to think of any.

"He will remain here for a few days to find out if the belt needs any adjustments. He will also get some attitude adjustment. His wife will have him back at the end of that time."

As we walked out, I wanted to ask Nikki how she ever heard about this. It sure went beyond Tupperware! But then I decided I wasn't sure I wanted to know, as there might be more about Nikki's lifestyle that might shock me.

Her husband returned on Sunday and when he greeted her, the voice sounded familiar. Could it be the same man I saw a few nights before with the chastity belt? He was the approximate height and build, too. And his "yes dear" deference to Nikki was more than I had ever seen with a husband. I was trying to figure out of there was any way I could brush against him to see if his underwear was metal but I didn't have enough time before I left.

When I got home and called Nikki, I sure did want to ask her if that was her husband with the chastity belt. (It would explain how she knew about the event.) But it was another of those questions best left unasked, and unanswered.

But it sure has been bugging the hell out of me!

Kathi

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