Outing Andy

Do chastity-belted men benefit when their status is disclosed? I'd love to hear about the experiences of other couples who decided to cross the line. As for us, here's our story.

I've kept Andy belted now for a couple years, and we have settled in comfortably to our lifestyle (see http://www.tpe.com/~altarboy/nt011208.htm and www.tpe.com/~altarboy/nt011209.htm). But, about six months ago I started teasing Andy about how things might change if I were to tell some of our friends about Andy's CB. He responded in a guarded manner, but after a while he actually became somewhat wistful about being accepted by a supportive group for his choice to give me control over his penis. He also liked the idea of being an advocate for other couples to do the same. Initially, all I saw was trouble and embarrassment should this information fall into the wrong hands. But when I looked at the brighter side, I saw the potential for building a community of like-spirited people that would enrich both our lives. The decision would be mine.

After careful thought, I put together a list of six women whom I felt I could trust for their discretion and who I felt might like a relationship in which she was in control. Three of them were married and three were single.

In addition, knowing the husbands of the married women, I felt comfortable that Andy would not be subject to public ridicule from them - though I did expect a certain amount of good-natured ribbing. I decided to go slowly with this list.

The first lady was Pat, a trusted single girlfriend for many years, who has had her share of ups and downs in relationships with men - a lovely woman who over the years has shared both her joys and grief with me. She came over for coffee one morning. Being a warm day, Andy greeted her at the door wearing a pair of gym shorts, giving her a warm smile and a hug. He escorted her to our breakfast table where I greeted her. She sat down with me and Andy began to serve. He had set the table with a fresh tablecloth, small vase of flowers and the breakfast china. He poured the coffee and then offered us some cinnamon sticky-buns he had just taken out of the kitchen. Pat and I had a marvelous chat and Andy occasionally chirped in from the kitchen where he was cleaning up. Pat took a long look at Andy, turned to me with a sigh, and told me how lucky I was to have such a sweetheart for a husband. I listened as Pat described how she had frequently noticed how naturally kind and thoughtful that Andy was to me. I had to agree.

I bent my head toward her. "Pat, I have a secret to share with you that will make a man very thoughtful towards you..."

I asked Andy to come over. "Andy, do you remember our talks about sharing our little secret?" Andy stiffened a little, then nodded. He took a long breath and gave us a smile. "Pat, while Andy holds his arms at his sides, I am going to pull down his shorts to the floor, and then he will step out of them. I don't want you to be shocked at what you are about to see, but I truly believe what you are about to learn can vastly improve your relationships with men. Are you ready?"

Pat had a puzzled expression but nodded her assent. I then reached for the waistband of Andy's shorts and pulled them over his hips letting them fall to the ground. Pat gasped at the sight of Andy's CB-2000. At that point, Andy started to tell Pat about his feelings of being belted, including how happy it made him to be able to share this aspect of his personality with such a trusted friend as she. I reinforced Andy's message, assuring Pat that though our relationship was grounded in love and monogamy, it was I who made the decisions in our home. Keeping Andy belted served as a symbol of my authority.

Pat's expression of puzzlement soon changed to fascination. She asked all kinds of questions, and Andy enthusiastically maneuvered the CB to enable Pat to see how his penis filled the tube and how the rings pressed on both sides of his scrotum, securing his balls. Before long Pat became very comfortable and we were all having a good laugh about it. Andy joined us at the table, staying nude, and we finished the pot of coffee and rolls.

Afterwards, since it was still such a beautiful day, I asked Pat if she would like to join me in the back yard to get a tan (it's very private). She gave a little giggle and then said, "Oh, why not!" Well, we then both slipped out of our clothes, and handed them to Andy to hang up. Pat grew flushed with her newfound sense of power as she stood there nude looking my belted husband in the eyes, and receiving a returned expression that conveyed his earnest desire to please her. It is a thrill when a woman, who in the most seemingly vulnerable condition of her personal nudity, realizes that she stands in dominance over a mechanically emasculated man. Any shyness of her nudity transforms into boldness. Her nudity says to the belted male, "Look at my sex. Notice that it is free and unencumbered. I have control over my sexuality. Now, look at yourself. You are different, confined. Your sex is controlled by the woman who holds your key. My nudity displays my power. Your nudity displays your submissiveness. I want it that way and so do you!"

Andy brought us some towels and we headed outside to the lounge chairs. As the time whiled away, I could tell that Pat was really enjoying this experience of nude sunbathing. She soon became quite a saucy tease affording Andy glimpses of her more private areas while getting a little practice at being assertive with him, telling him to put sun tan lotion on her back, to bring her a drink or to change the position of her chair. She turned to me when Andy was inside and asked what happened when Andy became aroused? I suggested that she ask Andy when he came back outside.

When Andy came out, Pat asked him to stand at the foot of the chaise lounge.

"Andy, I have a question for you." A small towel scarcely covered her pubic mound. She brought up her knees and then let them gradually separate.

The towel started to slip between her legs. "What happens when you get...."

Now she stretched her arms and back sensuously. ".... horny?" She slowly rocked her hips up and down just a few inches while the towel completely fell to the lounge.

Andy looked down at her firm tummy and thighs and swallowed hard. He saw her closely trimmed bush on top of a pair of shaven pussy lips all glistening with suntan lotion and moist with perspiration. Andy's CB started twitching as his engorged penis filled its container. She looked sideways at me with a sly smile. I replied with a wink and a nod.

Andy has two types of engorgement (I suppose they're not erections) in his cock chamber. Normally his penis just swells to the capacity of the chamber which he describes as a comfortable, sexy feeling that stimulates his erotic thoughts and puts him in a very compliant mood. Type 2 is a lot different. It happens occasionally during morning erections before Andy awakens. Here his penis refuses to be confined without a fight. The pressure of his penis head against the tip of the CB-2000 pushes the whole sleeve further and further down his penis. The rings trapping his balls in turn pull relentlessly in the opposite direction causing much tension. The total effect is a combination of erotic pleasure and pain that overwhelms any other thoughts or sensations he might have.

Well, Pat's tease inspired a Type 2 engorgement in Andy. Before long his cock was bobbing all over. I had Andy get down on his hands and knees on the deck, and put on a little show for us. Pat watched in fascination as Andy showed us an air fuck, thrusting his hips back and forth, writhing in erotic stimulation, but alas to no release. In about 5 minutes the engorgement subsided and Andy recovered his composure.

Well, soon after it was time for Pat to go. I invited her to shower off in our bathroom before getting dressed, an invitation she gladly accepted. I didn't need to ask Andy to stand by with towels for her when she finished. Pat finished her shower, and now totally at ease, accepted the towels from Andy and while drying herself engaged Andy in a happy chat, much like she always did before this day. She told Andy to not worry at all about any repercussions, that she and I were the closest of friends. She told him that what happened that day was between the three of us, and she would never betray my trust by exposing him. And most importantly she told Andy that he should be proud of his little quirk. It made him an endearing individual who deserved a lot of female appreciation.

That evening Andy was due for a little exercise. He had been looking forward to it since the last time I let him out, about 2 weeks. Well, I asked him to do me first with his mouth and tongue. He was exquisite. Then I told him it was time to bring me the lock box and my purse. The lock box is beautiful wooden container that contains the key to his CB-2000. I usually carry the key to the lock box in my purse. He returned my purse but couldn't seem to find the lock box. I took the lock box key out of my purse and showed it to him, and then with a coy smile, I said, "I completely forgot! I gave the lock box to Pat to see how it looks on her mantle. I guess you'll just have to go to her house tomorrow to pick it up. Oh, and she might have a few chores for you to do while you're there. If you're a good boy, I'll give you your exercise tomorrow night." Andy just shook his head with a smile. He's use to waiting, and I knew he would look forward to tomorrow.

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