Now the Truth Is Out

I had heard rumors throughout high school that Ron was quite a womanizer, and that he had slept with most of his "catches." We had dated a few times in high school - - non-sexual - - but then we each went off to different colleges. After college, one of our classmates held a reunion party and we connected again.

And we got serious. Ron's job (if you call it that) was an extension of one of his hobbies, and not very lucrative; he managed to make ends meet but nothing more. I, on the other hand, had a well-paying position in Corporate America; other than company and sex, I was a much better companion for the future than he was.

When he proposed to me, I laid down the rules for the end of the womanizing. When he went out of town to exhibit at a convention, he was to wear a chastity device. And if we ever had female guests in our house, he would also wear it all the time she was there. He reluctantly agreed.

Now you might wonder three things:

(1) why did he agree? Because I offered social status (thru my job) and also more financial security than he was likely to have. [I admit that he does not know the extent of my financial holdings; some of them are well hidden.]

(2) what about the other times? We bought a large house with two wings; he works at home in one and I do a lot of work at home in my office at the other end of the house. If I go off to work at the corporate office, he wears the device.

(3) How did I hard about this? It was a girlfriend - - not one of Ron's conquests but one who had heard rumors about him - - who suggested the chastity device, and due to his flying off to conventions, I decided on the cb-3000. I found a store which sold it, took him in there, and we put it on him then and there. And it stayed on until we got home.

Our first guest was my older sister. Linda was one of Ron's dates in high school; I never ascertained if they slept together, but considering her life since then, I would imagine they did. In the years since high school, she had married and divorced twice and was working at a minimum-wage job. Ron stood back when Linda came in and hugged me; it was obvious that he didn't want to hug her, another indication that they had probably been more than a casual date. Linda came over to him, hugged him, and then in a spontaneous move, said, "And how is your little friend? Long time, no see."

And with that, she grabbed his crotch lightly. It was an interesting expression on her face as she realized that he was NOT glad to see her (like in the old joke) but that there was more than flesh down there. She looked at me and then at him, and finally made a comment about the hardness. [I should add that Linda also liked to freak out family members and friends with inappropriate remarks.] I told her matter-of-factly that Ron had been neutralized - - that was my term. She asked to see it, and I figured she might as well. When Ron dropped his pants, she stared at it and then flipped the lock a few times, and tugged on it. And that was all.

Not quite all. The next day she returned from shopping and handed me a small bag. In it was a two-inch ring with a bunch of small jingle bells on it.

"Right now, you may have him locked up but you don't know where he is around the house. Get the idea?"

She was right. So over Ron's objections, I unlocked the lock and put the ring in place and then locked the lock. Now, each time he has the device on around the house (or shopping), I know exactly where he is.

His crotch no longer "tingles" like in his younger days. Now his crotch "tinkles."

Wendy Robbins

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