Way Too Clever!

For years I'd wanted my wife to make me wear a chastity belt. I'd imagined her putting me in it when she went off for weekends with Luisa, her sister or even times like when she'd spent the whole of two weeks with her. I'd also had fantasies about being made to wear it even longer though I did wonder how I'd really feel about that. Sometimes I imagined her making me wear it and only letting me out when I'd done the chores I disliked so much.

I had read of women who loved putting their husbands in one, women who loved the shiny steel, the keys, the denial, the teasing, everything. Gee, for such a wife! And then I'd read of wives who were not so keen at first but humored their husbands by allowing them to wear a belt a little and then saw the advantages in keeping them in it. First of all as much as they'd asked for - and then some! But for me it was all a fantasy. Madison has little sympathy with my wants or feelings and would never even consider an idea which was so way out of line. I didn't even have to ask I just knew.

Apart from that though she's been wonderful wife. We've had a great sex life and in fact it's generally she's the one who initiates things. And although I'm a first class finance consultant, the fact is I'm not that good with my own bills and pensions and money so I've given her total charge of all of that. For tax purposes even the house is in her name and she manages it all brilliantly.

But now I had a plan and I was prepared to be patient. I'd waited several years already so what's a little while longer? I'd decided that the first thing to work on would be where to put the key. I know it seems a little premature, but my wife's idea of hiding it would have been to put it behind the clock and with no secure place, no matter what else she might agree to the whole scheme would fall through. But I was way too clever for that!

"How's your Luisa now, honey?" Her sister had a housebreak a while back and lost all her share of their mother's jewellery. Madison often thought about it.

"Still real upset."

"Do you think we ought to hide your stuff in the house somewhere?"

"Luisa hid hers in a tiny space behind the garbage can, but still they found it."

"Well, we don't have a proper safe so should I see what I can get?"

"I guess so. Nothing too big, though."

Just what I wanted her to say, and I knew just what to get. About a week later, I came home with something the size of a brick, and put it down.

"Don't you dare scratch the table! And what is it?"

"A wall safe, honey. I take a brick out somewhere, replace it with this and fix it with these screws. It would take hours to get it out and it's got a combination lock."

"So then we forget the number."

"No way honey. It's the sort where you choose the code yourself. There are six numbers and anytime you want to change it you can, once it's open. Just think of an anniversary date or something you can remember easily."

"It's not very big."

"It's only meant for your jewellery."

(And the keys, of course!)

We found a place behind a picture. So that was fixed. Now for the belt. Oh, I was real clever!

It would be no use asking Madison beforehand. She would never agree and a refusal would block any future attempts, so I decided to act first and bought a 'La Ceinture De Chastete' one (not French at all, but real US of A). The excuses could come after. But I knew I could never show her the shiny steel beloved by enthusiastic males or the wonderful wives who wanted to subjugate them. One sight of that and my clever moves would be over.

But I had the answer. The belt would have to look soft and innocent, and shortly after it arrived (first to a friend's address, he thought the box contained a gift for Madison) I got to work on it. Madison loves brown colours. Many of her dresses and skirts are in shades of that and looking in a material shop, I found some brown material, about as thick as thin felt. This would be used to cover the belt.

First I sanded the outer steel face of the belt to a matt finish so it would take adhesive and paint, then covered the surface with waterproof glue and put the material on. The idea of that was so the belt wouldn't have the look of unyielding steel, and when she touched it, it wouldn't have the hard feel either. I brought the material almost up to the edges and what little steel was left visible I painted with a matching brown paint. When I tried it on, it looked so normal! Just a soft-looking sort of thong in an attractive material! Now I was ready for the last act! But I had to have an excuse for wearing it.

Oh, I was real clever and I'd carefully prepared my piece.

"Darling?"

"Yes, Josh honey?"

"You know those two weeks when you went to stay with your sister after the robbery?"

"Sure."

"And I was working and couldn't go with you?"

"Sure, what of it? You were OK, weren't you?"

"Well mostly yes, but I do have a confession."

There was silence.

"I - I missed you."

"I'm sure glad you did honey. But what of it?"

"Almost the first day you'd gone, I sort of er 'relieved' myself. Sexually, I mean."

Silence again.

"It was just a sort of experiment. I'd never done it before. But then I got sort of hooked, and did it twice more. I felt real awful then, like I'd betrayed you somehow."

"You sure had. But that's all through isn't it?"

"No, I guess not. Whenever you're away, even for those weekends, I just have to do it. I'm - I'm sorry honey! I feel real awful, but I just can't stop."

"So that's what you do when I'm away!" She paused. "So that's why you never complain when I go? And I've been telling Sis how loyal and helpful you were! I'm disgusted! So now what do I do when she needs me?"

"Actually - there is an answer! There is a way I can be stopped."

"Is there? I don't think I can believe you!"

"This way you can!" And I undid my trousers and showed her the belt.

Amazed, she came across and touched it.

"What's it made of? It looks like you could tear it off any time."

"No way! There's a metal liner to reinforce it. Once it's locked, I can't take it off or relieve myself, I promise you." She looked doubtful.

"And just when do you reckon to wear it?"

"All the time till you want me. Why else should I need it off?"

"All the time? Is it comfortable?"

"Sure. I've tried it on and off for a week now. I didn't want to put the idea to you until I knew it would work."

There was silence for a bit while she turned things over in her mind.

"I can think of lots of problems."

"What are they, honey?" Oh no! She'll stop me any way she can!

"Well, for one you'll be non-stop pestering me to give you the key. Sorry honey, there's no way I could stand that, I guess you'll have to forget the whole idea!"

I had to offer something she couldn't refuse!

"But I wouldn't pester you, honest. Hey, tell you what, promise me you'll throw me out of the house if I even mention it!"

"Oh, that's ridiculous! Far too drastic!"

"What I mean is, with that over me you can be real sure I'll never ask you!"

"No, I guess not."

"So where's the harm? You'll promise?"

"OK, if it makes you happy. Only remember, if I decide to go along with this crazy idea - which I doubt - like Pop, my word's my word, so don't think I'll take it back. One word and you're out, OK?"

"Sure, honey. I just want you to be sure I won't be pressuring you."

"You won't! But there's something else! What about washing? You'll have to have it off for that. And to make sure it isn't causing sores. Once a week at least." She used to be a nurse.

"Well, yes. But by 'all the time' I really mean never with any chance of me - well, you know. You could oversee me washing."

"We'll see."

But it worked great. It was only a day or two later, and I guess all that talking about sex had got her going. She used her new code to open the safe, got the keys and let me out. I wouldn't normally have wanted sex so soon but the fact that I couldn't have had it anyway had filled me with longing and that night was fabulous.

"That was real nice, Josh honey," and she kissed me. Things were going well!

A few days later she let me out again and said I ought to clean up and check for problems. But there weren't any and she let me leave it off for the rest of the evening and that was another great night! A week later she let me out again for checks and again I was clear, but this time she made me put it on again. But the same procedure the following week resulted in another wonderful night. As you can imagine, all these times I really was hot for it, and so was Madison.

"You've had a good idea for once, honey," she said as we kissed the morning afterwards, "by the way, what did it cost?"

I didn't dare tell her the truth. So I lied.

"Just five bucks, honey. I guess they cost way more than that but someone in the office set up a Christmas fundraiser in aid of the local hospital and all the prizes were sealed envelopes - tickets to shows, and book tokens and things. The one I won had a voucher for some firm in Pennsylvania, and when I enquired, this is what it was all about. I guess someone had pre-paid, changed their mind and decided not to waste it."

"You did well, honey."

A week went by with no sign of her wanting sex. Then I had a real clever idea! Normally, after a few a few minutes of foreplay she'd take my hand away and say we should finish 'properly' so I thought it would be a great idea to rouse her by stroking and fondling in the hopes that she'd feel the same way that time, get the key and let me out so that we could have sex together. But she didn't and instead allowed me to carry on. After about twenty minutes - frustrating ones for me as you can guess - she gave a terrific sigh and climaxed.

"Gee, thanks honey. I'd really no idea how nice it could be." And she kissed me gently. And went to sleep.

She was still doing weekly checks to look for signs of problems by letting me out on Saturday mornings but then fastening me straight in again. If only she'd do those checks in the evening I thought, she might think to leave it off and things would be easier. Or at least for me they might. For Madison though, things were just dandy as they were. Every few days, when we were lying in bed she'd turn to me and stroke her fingers down my chest.

"Josh honey, it would be lovely if you could - "

She had no need to go on. I knew what she meant, and it wasn't long before she could turn to me any night with a little movement that told me just what was wanted. Then she discovered she could enjoy climaxes two or three times in succession so on some nights I was kept busy a real long time.

But then one night she changed the system. We were about to go to bed when she gave me the key! Oh great I thought, we're going to have sex together!

"Take a shower and make sure the belt's clean, you'll need it again tomorrow."

That showed how much a part of our lives it had become or of my life rather. I showered in a fever of delight. It had been two months since the last time! I was just about to get into bed when:-

"No honey not here, there," and she pointed to a little bed which she'd put up on the far side of ours. This was a fold-up bed which we'd used for camping once or twice. This particular model had a strong tubular frame and instead of a mattress there was a canvas base which was attached just at certain places and hung down some. Then when I was in she tied my wrists, elbows and ankles to the frame at the places where it was free of canvas.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to be in that belt so much of the time honey because there could be sore places but I know you don't want to be able to interfere with yourself so this is where you'll be when I don't need you in bed."

Then she went to bed leaving me alone. After that, whenever she wanted me to satisfy her, which was generally twice a week, I could sleep with her but with the belt on. The other five nights I was out of the belt but in the camp bed.

Being tied up was bad enough but unfortunately I've always had itches on my face and neck and it was always worse in the quiet of nighttime. It didn't matter normally because I could just give it a little touch to ease it, but the itching I couldn't relieve gave me an hour of torture before I was tired enough to fall asleep. I knew I couldn't tell her about wanting to be let out of the belt, but I did tell her about the itching but she said she didn't approve of scratching to relieve it and I was never to mention it again.

Of course, I'd been hoping for better things. I tried to please her every way I could, first doing most of the shopping and finished up doing the cooking and chores.

That had been the system for about eighteen months and in all that while only about half a dozen times had she let me out of the belt for us to have sex together. Naturally I was wondering if ever it was ever going to get better.

Then a time came when she had me out of the belt and in her bed. It was marvellous, although through being so excited, I was maybe a little too quick. But the next week she let me out again, and the following week I was out twice! Gee, I enjoyed that even though I was a little tired. Four times in three weeks! It was sure all looking good again!

But then came the blow! She'd enjoyed my attentions the previous night so I was out of the belt and back in the camp bed. She'd just tied me up when she sat on the side of the bed and gave my hand a real nice squeeze.

"Gee, honey, it hasn't been a great success these last four times, has it? I didn't feel anything much that first time and the other times it wasn't very good either. And it's such a mess when we have sex together the old way. In fact I guess it's not such a good idea at all you coming out of the belt just for that. I enjoy it so much more when you use your hand and your tongue, and I guess you enjoy it just as much yourself! You've been OK up to now, haven't you honey? Oh yes, and I know you don't want to relieve yourself, but I guess I'd better remove any possibility." As if I could! I'd tried often enough! But then she tied my knees to the frame as well as the rest.

And that's how it had been for the past four years. You might think it was tough having to pretend to enjoy pleasuring Madison two nights a week, even though I was actually dropping with fatigue and frustration, but at least I was free to move about and relieve the itches - it's the nights in the camp bed which are worst and although I'm not in the belt 24/7, that would have made life easier.

And now there's been a turn for the worse. I thought I was being real clever buying a vibrator. It would save me a lot of time and effort when I was with her, I thought. But then she realised she didn't need me, so it wasn't long before I was being left in the camp bed while she pleasured herself. And lately, as soon as I've finished the chores at about 8.30pm, she takes my belt off, ties me in the camp bed and spends the evening watching DVD's ('not suitable for you in your situation, honey'). Last month I was in that camp bed every night without a break.

At least while she's out of the way I can relieve my feelings a little about the itching by moans and gasps and cries - I never dare do that while she's there - and I usually get to sleep about 9.30pm. But about midnight, she wakes me again by coming to bed and often spends an hour of sex with the vibrator. All that time her moans of pleasure keep me awake to suffer that torture again - only this time in silence.

Every morning it's the same - 6am her alarm goes and she sleepily pulls free the slip knots to the arm nearest her and I undo the rest myself. Then I get up, slip on the belt and click it shut for the rest of the day. Then I shower, clean the rooms and take her breakfast at 8am. Then weekdays I go to work.

It's not that she's being deliberately unkind. On the contrary, she often hugs and kisses me and says how much she loves me and I'm sure she does. Weekends we go out and have real nice times having fun and visiting friends and family. It's just that she's totally forgotten about my sexual needs and she's too keen on her own now even to think of changing. And of course I can't leave her because she owns everything. Stuck for life! I guess I've been way too clever!

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