Like many guys, I enjoy masturbation; but I never expected it would force me into some metal underwear.
When I started the seventh grade, the physical education program requirements included wearing a jock strap. I found this new snug feeling very exciting. It was so enjoyable, I wore it even when I was not in gym. However, this new sensation started causing "problems". I started having even more hard-ons. In those days I wore very tight jeans and low-rider pants and my "problems" would tend to show and I was concerned.
At about this time I started to masturbate. Besides feeling good, I found that once I milked my rod, my "problem" would go away for a while. Consequently I found myself masturbating 2 - 3 or more times a day, and loving each sensational minute of it!
I continued to masturbate until I was married. My wife then told me I must stop. She prohibited me from doing it anymore and if she caught me, "there would be trouble." As far as she was concerned, this "cheating" was as bad as being with another woman, and since she was taking care of my "problems", I accommodated her desires.
But the reason I am now locked up in a chastity belt, started about 10 years ago when my still very sexy bride lost her appetite for daily loving. To fulfill my daily requirement, I started to sneak in an occasional hand job.
Obviously I hid this activity from my wife and she always thought I was being a "good boy", but as time went on, I started masturbating more and more often.
I would try to time my clandestine action so I wouldn't impact our "love life"; but the more my frequency increased, the more my timing was off. It seemed the more I masturbated, the more I wanted it, no, needed it, and the less I cared about making love. I was addicted to self satisfaction!
I became very selfish and only considered my needs and wants. Many times it was I saying "not tonight honey I am tired", or if I did attempt it, sometimes, I could not finish. I could not believe I got away with it as long as I did.
Once, she asked me if I was cheating on her, but I could honestly say, "there was no other woman in my life".
Then, she caught me!
I tried to explain why I did it, but she couldn’t understand. No matter how I apologized and tried to justify to her I needed "a daily fix", she would not forgive me. She was angry, disappointed and depressed. The more I said, the more I dug myself deeper into a hole.
Later that night, while surfing the web for something sexy to wear, I stumbled onto Altairboy's chastity belt page and was intrigued. The thought of being locked up and under someone else's control seemed to be very erotic.
I pondered the idea for a couple of days. Still not having reconciled with her, I asked if we could talk. During the conversation I offered to wear a c-belt. I said with the c-belt she would be able to control my illegitimate activity, and that would help put the "love" back in our life.
She said I should be able to control myself. When I told her I could not, the discussion heated up. (I had been "good" now for more than 3 days and was getting tense and short tempered - I needed a release really bad.) I told her a 30 year habit is hard to break, especially when it brings such delight! She just could not understand and became upset again, and we started arguing. During the argument, I told her, I do not want to quit, and in fact, I WON'T quit - it feels too good!
I could tell there was no use in discussing this any further, so I went down to the computer and started to surf the web. She came down later and saw me reading stories concerning chastity belts. Then she coyly said, "I've been thinking about those chastity belts again and, you know, that may not be such a bad idea after all. Show me what they look like."
So I logged onto Altairboy's web page. She looked over the styles, choosing the Tollyboy belt by William Jones. When I asked why that one, she said that Altairboy says it all - " ...it prevents any manipulation of the penis ... and I don't want you to be able to get a hand on anything!"
She said, "Once I lock you up, you may not get free for weeks. I WILL break you of that nasty habit and train you to respond to MY needs. You will get out of that belt ONLY when I say so, then back in again until I feel like unlocking it!" I knew I could not stop myself from my extracurricular activities and the thought of her controlling me was thrilling, so we made a pact.
She measured me and sent our order to Bill Jones where it takes at least 3 months to make a custom belt.
On the day it came, she arrived home before me. She knows my routine; pet the dog, glance through the mail, then go to bedroom to change clothes. When I opened the door to the bedroom, she was sitting on the bed - looking tired. We exchanged pleasantries and I headed into the bathroom.
She followed me in, locked the door and stood there. I said, "Yes - is there something I can do for you?" She said, "Ummm - kind of." "Yes, what is it, I've got things to do!", I stated. "It's time for you to try on your new metal underwear and start your new training program." (She reminded me of our agreement.) I had a bad day, and needed something to relax me. Putting on the belt sounded exciting, but as I thought about "being locked up for weeks", I had concerns. So, I said, "OK, where is it - I'll put it on, but first, while you go get it, I have a "problem" that I'm going to solve."
She said, "Oh no you don't! Just drop your slacks, and remove those bikinis, you're not going to need them for a while." She then proceeded to lock me up.
As the locks snapped shut, she asked, "How does that feel?" I tugged on the belt and locks and said "it feels OK but..." She said, "Good, it looks like it fits just right - YOU'RE not going to be able to solve ANY "problems" anymore! When I asked her when I can get out, she said "Soon, my love, but when I decide. I am in control of your cock now! And remember, every outburst or any disrespectful treatment will only prolong your incarceration".
As she left the room, she said "You know at first I didn't I want to do this, but I think I'm going really like this. I'm glad we made this decision, but this may be a decision you may live to regret."
The following night, just before we went to bed, she dangled the key in front of me and asked - want anything? I asked if I could please use it? She said, "No, this key is to be used only by me, but I will unlock you tonight." (This is too easy I thought to myself.) We made great love. I was exhausted and fell asleep. She woke me up (about a 1/2 hour later) and said she forgot something; "stand up please", click, click, as she locked on the belt again.
I thought, "this isn't going to be so bad, I could tolerate having a release every other day instead of every day". Besides the belt felt snug kind of like my old jock strap; I got what I wanted and she felt as if she was in control.
But, the next time, it took 5 days before she let me out and I was begging. Every night when we went to bed, she continued to snuggle, (like nothing has changed) putting her backside up against me. Then she remarked "ooohh - you're cold - I was hoping you could warm me up". I told her "I'm HOT AND READY, it's the belt that's cold, so when can I get out?" She just rolled over and mumbled - "soon, my love, it's your turn to wait, roll over and be a good boy."
Now, it's been over 2 weeks since I've been unlocked. Every day she queries me about my training and asks if I have solved any "problems" lately? I ask her "how can I" and plead that I'm ready to explode. "I need to get out of this belt for just 5 minutes so I can relieve myself." She just replies, "tsk, tsk, when I AM ready my love, and I'm not ready for you yet. Remember, I AM in control now, you are in training and as long as you're in training, you're going to be in that belt. And from the sounds of it, you're going to be in training for a long time, maybe the rest of your life."
SuperA
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