Female Led Relationships

My chastity came about one afternoon when my girlfriend caught me wearing a pair of her panties while masturbating. She was furious because I soiled the panties and because I wasted a perfectly good erection jacking off. (She later shared that my lovemaking had recently left something to be desired anyway.)

I was immediately the object of her rage and she ordered me to submit to being handcuffed and blindfolded. I then had all of my clothes cut off me and was led to the back of her SUV whereupon she drove me to a friend’s house some miles away.

The friend turned out to be a wickedly sadistic older lady who took me down to her basement, slapped a temporary chastity device on me, and padlocked me me into a small dog cage.

I was told by her that she would be “boarding me” at the request of my girlfriend and that a permanent, custom, chastity belt would be fitted on me in a couple of weeks.

My cut off clothes were then burnt in front of me and I was told that the entire duration of my boarding (several months) would be endured completely naked.

Her cage was then shoved back into a hole in the wall and a heavy iron door was closed and locked over the opening.

The last thing I heard was my girlfriend and her friend laughing at my plight as they turned off the lights and walked up the stairs.

October 1. Yesterday evening I finished the contract included at end of this document and showed it to my wife. She accepted it without change. We are now formally committed. Later she put me in handcuffs behind my back, took off the cage, and then cuffed me to the bed. She gave me a great hand job – and that was all. She then made me take off the CB 2000 completely. She said she thought my scrotum was way too swollen, and in the morning I should put on the next bigger “A” ring (1 ¾). I tried to explain that the design of the device causes the scrotum to stretch so the balls have a place to go. She reminded me that she is the Keyholder, so I obeyed. So this morning I did as instructed and put the CB back on and snapped the lock. I noticed no difference of any kind, especially in the scrotum. What is interesting to me is that I really missed the cage during sleep time. For the last several nights I have been sleeping only in pajama tops, because the bottoms did not let my chastised cock be more or less in front of my legs instead of between them. It was a strange and comforting feeling when I snapped the lock on after putting the CB 2000 back on about two hours ago. I missed being chastised! The key is back where it belongs – with the Keyholder.

October 2. By yesterday evening it had become apparent that my wife was correct about the “A” ring. Over the course of yesterday most of the swelling was gone from around my balls and they were swinging free and easy. I no longer need the sock around my balls. This morning I woke up fighting erections as usual. But when I went to wash myself out, I found that with very little effort I can pull my cock backward out of the cage. My wife had better not find out about that, because it would be a quick sentence of two weeks chastity. So I am going to order the points of Intrigue. They are little insidious devices that fit between the two rings and have little points on them to make it very uncomfortable to pull the cock out of the device, and impossible to put it back in. There are three different sizes, each one with longer points than the other. Then I realized that I would have to have my Keyholder install them, so I had to tell her how I had touched myself. She said she would overlook this one instance. They are ordered.

October 3. Last night I again pleasured my wife to deep orgasm. When she had calmed down she remarked how much difference a little plastic cage meant to her. But then this morning I really fell off the wagon. When I awoke with a tentative erection, I went in the bathroom, pulled out my cock and masturbated. At the instant of orgasm it felt wonderful. Then I realized how I had betrayed a trust. I have decided to keep the incident to myself, but to keep myself under control until the points arrive. The problem is, with the CB 2000 on, I am always somewhat excited by it’s presence.

October 4. I spent the day taking care of various errands and doing painting on the outside of my house. I can’t wait for the points to arrive.

October 5. The points of intrigue came. I explained to my Keyholder what I wanted to do, and she allowed me to have the key for twenty-four hours to try things out. I installed the shortest set of points. The two longer ones look to be painful. I have gone through the day with little problems. I did try to pull my cock out, the points made it painful. I also found out that under certain conditions I can feel the points more than I want too.

October 6. Four separate times last night I awoke with a fairly firm erection. I was really jammed into the cage, but I did not feel the points. Yet I know there could be some serious damage from them at any time. This morning I took off everything (I still have the key), washed my genitals, and checked for any bruising, abrasions, etc. There were none. Then I took the longest Point of Intrigue and filed off just the tips. I used hot glue to fill between the tips and soften them while lengthening the,. I then installed the whole cage with the modified long tips Point of Intrigue. I took a chance and gave back the key. I have been back in the cage for two hours now and everything seems fine. I can’t pull out my cock even the tiniest amount. I think I have found just the proper setup to have me completely chastised. This is now the sixth day since I have ejaculated. I seem to be hot all the time. It’s Sunday and it is almost time to go to church.

October 7. I woke three time last night with an erection jamming my cock in the cage. With the new installation of the points of Intrigue, my cock stayed all the way in the cage, so it was even tighter. It is obvious that I am now absolutely held completely in the cage at all time and under all conditions. This is really hot. As we were falling asleep last night my Keyholder said that maybe today I would get release. I’ll spend the day in anticipation.

October 8. After bowling and a shower I pleasured my wife. When I was done, I thought she was going to leave me hot and hard. Then she finally got out of bed and got the key and freed me. It was great, just better and better all the time. It seemed I stayed climaxed longer. How can that be? Afterwards she said that I had gotten pretty hard. Maybe regular sex is in the cards?

October 9. We went bike riding today. It was one of our longer rides, and before we started I asked if the cage could come off because it had seemed uncomfortable around the bicycle seat. She said OK, so she took all of it off except the “A” ring. That turned out to be a mistake, as the ring kept catching on the horn of the seat, and by the time we had gone only fifteen miles, I was really hurting. Big lesson. Keep all of the cage on, or all of it off. Careful washing and some Vaseline made things fine by bedtime, and the cage was back on.

October 10. Boy! I had four major erections last night. And my cock was kept firmly in jail!. Even after I was up for over an hour I was still horny.

October 11. More of the same. From about four in the morning on I had major erections. I am not due for release until at least the 15th. I am learning what chastity really means.

October 12. I wash myself carefully everyday. But with the cage on, my cock only really get rinsed. Today I asked my Keyholder to wash me. My god, how erotic. I got hard while she was washing me with a soapy cloth, stayed that way while she rinsed my off and dried me. And yes, she did have me in handcuffs. I can understand why I have read that while this is going on it is impossible for a man not to grab his cock. It truly was exquisite torture. The whole thing was incredible. I really know first hand what wonderful bondage instruments handcuffs are while being so aroused. I was still hard when it was time to put the cage back on. We found that the points of erection make it very difficult for her and painful for me for her to put the cage back on. So we cam up with a compromise that in the future I would put the cage back on with her watching.

October 14. Last night as we were in bed and enjoying our kissing/cuddling session, something new happened. My Keyholder found that with her slim fingers, she could caress my cock with a finger as we played dueling tongues. Just when I thought I was going to ejaculate, she rolled over and said “Goodnight dear”. I spent a restless night, with four separate erections – of course all unsatisfied. Be careful what you wish for, you might get it!

October 17. Last night was our first normal sex in over a year. I did not get as hard as I would like, but we did make it. I have been chastised for four weeks now. We have no plans for me to ever be permanently released.

Make no mistake, the CB 2000 can cause pain. If not carefully installed to avoid any pinching of skin, it can become unbearable very quickly. Tight pants can put the cage in strange positions that cause pinching and chaffing. But those are things you can avoid. If you have ever thought about agreeing to wear a chastity device, DO IT! It may not work out. But then again it may. In any case, you will enjoy sensations you have never felt before!

Some background. Our sex life had been dead for over a year due to my inability to get a full, hard erection. I could achieve length, but not firmness. My wife did not want me to try Viagra. Yet I still had all the urges and desires, so I fell into a habit of regular masturbation. I love my wife, and keeping myself satisfied while doing nothing for her needs made me feel more and more guilty every day. I thought that if I stopped masturbating, at least I could stop some of the guilt. But I knew that I could not just plain stop on my own. So I went out on the net looking for chastity devices – what they were, how they worked, psychological impacts, etc. I read a lot of stuff from the woman’s viewpoint, and a little from the man’s. Because of the belts and harnesses, and the fact that I would have to be able to perform normal body functions, most devices seemed to be in fact short term, especially from the point of comfort and wearing under clothes. Then I found the CB 2000. It looked just like what I needed. The problem would be how would I explain the purchase to my wife, and have her become the Key Holder. She tends to be submissive in sexual matters, and I doubted if she could become a Key Holder like those in the articles I saw posted. But I thought that if I would tell her the entire truth about my masturbation and my guilt, and give her some material to read, she might come onboard. I printed out various articles I had read and put them aside for the right moment. Then I ordered the CB 2000 and practiced what I would say when she discovered it locked on me.

September 19, 2002. The CB 2000 came today at 1:30. By 1:40 I had it on. I quickly found that the 1 7/8 “A” ring seemed too loose. While I could not get the device off, I could easily pull my cock out and have it free. Next I tried the 1 5/8 ring. After a few hours it felt a little tight, and I tried the 1 3/4 ring. I found that I could still get my cock out, so I went back to the 1 5/8. With a great deal of effort, I could I could get my cock out, but not back in. Very soon I discovered the catch 22. The tight ring made my penis more sensitive and likely to expand, but the cage kept it small and encased. My wife was totally unaware of what I was doing. In the evening she went to choir practice. I went with my sister to buy her a new car. All the time we were discussing things with the salespeople, I couldn’t help being reminded of my chastised condition. When I got home I could stand it no longer. I got my vibrating wood sander and held it against the cage. What an orgasm. But then the guilt returned, as I realized that all I had done was to find a new way to masturbate. At that point I knew that I had to get my wife involved, and I came up with a plan. But first I took off the cage and cleaned myself of the mess. Then I got some black plastic electricians tape, cut pieces of it into strips, and wrapped the strips around the part of the cage right next to the locking pin. Wrapping made thick rings that made it harder for me to pull my cock out of the cage.

September 20. Last night was a trip. I woke several times. It’s part of a man’s life to have nocturnal erections. I still have them, although I don’t get very hard, I do get long. Each time my cock was trying to go long the cage stopped it. It was a new experience to be able to do nothing, as the insidious cage wouldn’t even let me touch my penis. And my penis was fully sensitive and wanting to be stroked. I found if I would get up and go sit on the toilet, eventually I would urinate and my cock would shrivel back to its flaccid state. Today was uneventful. I did attend the annual banquet of my golf league. Everything and everyone was normal – except me. My plan is to wear the chastity for a period of time without telling my wife, so that when I do tell her she will see that I appear completely normal to those around me and that no one could guess that I am wearing a locked chastity device. It became apparent to me that every day I would need to wash myself around the device and dry myself completely. Then a little Vaseline to the back of my scrotum to prevent painful chaffing. I am finding that the articles I have read are true. I do feel more romantic and tender toward my wife.

September 21. I spent the day doing normal things. Nothing much to note. I did do some walking and a small amount of bike riding. The business of the cock cage against a bicycle seat made for some interesting adjustment problems though.

September 22. This morning I was the Ritualist at church. I sat up front, next to the Pastor. I walked to the pulpit and stood behind it to lead the congregation in joint prayer and to read the Bible lesson. See – you can do anything while wearing the CB 2000 chastity device. Coffee and snacks after the service were normal.

September 23. We went to a friend’s house for dinner, and then played cards. Again, everything was normal, except for my awareness of my locked condition.

September 24. Tuesdays are bowling night for the both of us. We go to different establishments. Our son is on my team. While bowling I seldom thought of the device I was wearing. I do have to be careful when I sit down. The device causes the balls to hang lower and put them in position so that you could sit on them if you are not careful.

September 25. We are leaving on a five-day camping trip with our camping club. I plan to tell my wife everything when we get home. There will have been eleven days of experience by then. Before we left I gave my her the three keys that came with the chastity, and told her to put them where I could not find them. She asked what the keys were for, and I said that I would tell her when we got home on Sunday. Then some kind of expression crossed he face, and she silently took the keys from me. Later at the campground she started to cook dinner. As we used to do, I started kissing and blowing on the back of her neck. Without me thinking what the consequences of that would be, she did what she always used to do – reached behind herself and did a light grab on my cock and balls. Imagine her surprise when instead of feeling my soft cock, she got the hardness of the chastity cage. So right then and there I told her everything. My masturbation, guilt, net surfing, buying the chastity, printing the articles etc. She seemed almost pleased, because she appreciated the fact that I was concerned about her needs. She laughed when I dropped my drawers and let he see the CB 2000 in place. Then she realized that the keys were 140 miles away at home, and she and I would spend the long weekend with me quite locked up. Later we went to a friends trailer to play cards and didn’t get back to our unit till midnight. No problems, and my wife was pleased at how normal I seemed.

September 26. Today we went for a long walk, and then drove to a nearby state park. I could tell that my wife was watching me and checking to see if there was any indication of what was in my pants. There wasn’t.

September 27. A short bicycle ride proved that I could do that too. There was a problem in getting myself set on the seat of my mountain bike. But I soon got use to that. In the evening twelve of us went out to dinner. Again, it showed that you couldn’t tell my chaste condition.

September 28. Today we made a three-hour walking tour of a museum of 18th century replicas and shops. Again, no problem.

September 29. Back home I asked her to wash my genitals and clean the CB 2000. She did pretty well on her first try at getting the device off and on. We used antibacterial dish detergent on the cage. I had some problems with chaffing caused by the “A” ring, but a little Vaseline took care of that. I now wash my balls and as best I can around the cage area every morning, and put Vaseline over any chaffed area. This completely stops any serious discomfort.

September 30. Last night I thought I would finally be allowed to ejaculate, to have the orgasm I have been hungering for. Ha! I kissed her as the French taught us – deep and longing – and she responded fully. I caressed her entire body, especially her crotch. I nibbled at her nipples – played with her clit – used the cock shaped vibrator with the clitoral stimulator deep into her. I brought her to shuddering climax with moans and screams that were hardly faked. Yet all I got was a tender “Goodnight dear”, and a deep little chuckle. She had played with my balls and felt around the CB 2000′s cage. She could tell that all that kept me in check was that insidious cage. Then she said “maybe tomorrow she I’ll clean you, and give you a little fun”. During the day I had some serious pain where the end of the cage rides into the scrotum. I took and old sock and cut about four inches of the top end and put that around my balls so the end of the cage wouldn’t dig into them. Another problems solved.

Continued …

It is Friday evening. I am at home, waiting for you. We live together, and the connection we share is a bit atypical in some respects, but it is close and intimate, and it works for us. Over the last two days, we have both been busy, and have not seen as much of each other as we usually do. But tonight, and for the rest of this weekend, we are both free, and you have made it clear to me that you are in a mood to take some advantage of the sexual power that you hold over me.

You wanted me to be home when you arrive around 7pm, and to meet you at the door, stripped and on my knees, and I do. You are happy to see me there, with my cock already hard with arousal… It has been 3 days since the last time you let me come, but it already seems like longer… I’m feeling such strong desire for you. You bend over and kiss me, and pinch one of my nipples hard. You see my cock pulsing with my heartbeat, but you don’t touch it.

Walking towards the bedroom, you tell me you’d like a glass of water, and I get it and bring it to you. I find you sitting on the bed, still dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. You motion for me to take off your shoes, which I do. While you drink your water, you casually tease my cock by lightly stroking it and stepping on it with your feet. My reaction is predictably responsive… I spend so much of my time hungry for stimulation, and hoping you’ll play with me… But then you stop, and simply rest your feet on my thighs. I sense that you are still a bit preoccupied, and unwinding from your day. Wanting to please and comfort you, I try caressing your feet and your legs lightly, while keeping an eye on your reactions. You sigh, close your eyes, and lay back on the bed. I take this as my cue to massage you for a while, starting with your feet, and then your calves. This usually helps you to relax.

After a time, you sit up again, then tell me to help you out of your jeans, and I do. Still partly dressed, you tell me to help you strap your new dildo on, and I do… I kneel in front of you, adjusting the straps and buckles expertly… I made this harness for you… Once it’s on, you grab my hair and pull me towards you, pushing the dildo in my face. You want to see me suck it, and I do.

A few minutes later I am tied, spread out, face down on the bed, with leather cuffs and ropes. You take a wooden paddle out of the drawer by the side of the bed and use it on me, giving me about 30 strokes. You like the idea of taking me anally while my ass is red and stinging, and my cock is hard with frustrated desire. Finally you put the paddle down, and move behind me on the bed. You penetrate me slowly, then begin moving in and out in a steady rhythm which gradually speeds up. While you’re fucking me, we both get more and more turned on, and I can feel your wetness dripping down on me. I moan with a mixture of some pleasure, some pain, some humiliation, and a lot of desire… After a while, I sense that you are about to come, but you slow down, and then stop and pull out. You tell me you’re not quite ready to come yet, as you unlock my wrists and ankles, and then tell me to turn over so that I’m lying on my back.

You unbuckle your harness and step out of it, and then remove your g- string before climbing back on the bed. You climb on top of me, straddling my chest. I see now for the first time that your pubic hair has been freshly shaved off. You know that I especially love going down on you when you are shaved, so this could be a special treat for me… one which I should be, and would be, very grateful for.

You reach behind you to hold my cock just for a moment, to make sure I’m as aroused as you want me to be, and you find me rock hard, desperately hard. I gasp involuntarily at your touch, but you let go after just a moment, and then slowly move forward, until your beautiful, shaved wetness is an inch from my mouth. Your scent intoxicates me as always, and I long to taste you, and touch you, but I am well-trained, and I know better. I need your permission for that, and you haven’t given it. My body tenses.

“Do you want it?” you ask.

“You know I do.” Every part of me wants every part of you.

You reach down and caress yourself with one hand. “Mmm, I’m so wet. It feels good.” For a while you play with yourself, and I then sense a climax building again.

“I’m close to coming now,” you say. “I don’t really need any help from you…”

“Please let me taste you,” I say.

“I’ll be happy to, but it’s going to cost you.”

“Anything.”

“We can make love all night. But you’re going to do the work. You’re going to lick me, and touch me all over, and I’m going to come and come… and you’re not.”

“Of course, whatever you want,” I tell you. It sounds like torture, of course, but I want it intensely anyway. I love getting you off, touching you, tasting you.

Then you say, “But that’s not all. I want more. And I want you to tell me what price you’ll pay. What will you do for me, if I let you taste me tonight?”

You want to see what I will offer you, as a measure of my desire for you, and my submission to you. You know I’m deliriously turned on. I want you to be pleased. I want to come up with something that will impress you, turn you on, and prove how enslaved I am.

“OK,” I say, breathlessly, “For starters, you can tie me up when you’re done with me, and leave me bound all night, and I’ll have to sleep that way.”

“A nice idea,” you say, as you stroke yourself with two fingers, an inch from my face. “What else?”

“You can give me 40 hard strokes with a paddle before we go to sleep tonight… Or first thing in the morning if you like…”

“Why not both?”

“OK. Both. Eighty strokes… please… will that be enough?”

I’m looking up at your face now, and you give me a look that seems patient and loving, but expectant. “That’s all very nice,” you say, “But you can do better.”

We both know you can demand what you want, and I’ll do it. But you are giving me an opportunity to come up with things myself, to please you, and I don’t want to disappoint you.

“Time,” I say.

“Time?”

“You said I wouldn’t get to come tonight. But you can make it longer than that… a lot longer.”

“Yum,” you say. “How long did you have in mind?”

I am already so frustrated, and I am acutely aware that you can make even a few days seem like an eternity when you want to. But I want you to be happy…

“A week,” I say. “I don’t come for a week.”

“Mmm, that sounds good,” you say, still stroking yourself slowly. You close your eyes, and I notice you moving away from me just slightly… I can tell you like the idea, and you’re considering it. But I can also tell that you’re not really as impressed as I hoped you’d be. With my own head clearing slightly, I realize what you’re probably thinking… A week may seem like a long time, especially when I’ve already waited a few days, and I’m so unbelievably horny, high on sex, high on you. But a week is nevertheless fairly routine for us, so a total of ten days is not actually pushing the envelope very much.

You look as though you’re about to speak. I had been afraid you would say no, but now I’m more afraid you’ll say yes, without being as pleased as I hoped you would be.

“Wait,” I say. “I’m sorry… that’s not enough.” I pause for a moment. “I’ll give you two weeks, starting tonight. Please… You can make me wait two weeks before I come, and then only if I’ve been good, very good, in the meantime.”

“Mmmm, nice,” you say. You take a deep breath, and I know we’re getting somewhere now. I am much relieved to have done better, even as I feel the rush of combined fear and arousal at the prospect of what I’m about to get myself into.

“That doesn’t seem like too much to ask,” you say, “for letting you taste me, and serve me.” You move closer to me again, straddling my face, so that the object of my desire is almost touching me, and I can feel the heat of you on my lips. My body tenses again.

Then you pull away, move to one side of me, and gently push me to the foot of the bed. You prop up some pillows at the other end, and then lie back, making yourself comfortable. Looking into my eyes, you spread your legs. You know how beautiful you are to me, and how much power just the sight of you can have over me. You motion for me to come toward you, then grab my hair and pull me down between your legs, so that my head is resting on one thigh. Your warmth and wetness are so close again, it takes effort to contain my desire to taste, kiss, and caress you. I can tell you are very aroused too, but you are more relaxed.

Finally you speak again. “I’ll hold you to everything you promised. And I expect you to be good, and work hard for me, tonight, and for the next two weeks, or I’ll make you wait even longer. Understood?”

When I answer, it comes out as a whisper. “Yes.”

“Fine. That’s the deal, and if you’re ready you can seal it now, with a kiss.”

You know I will, and I do. You taste so good to me. You’re so wet, and obviously happy. I want you to come a thousand times tonight.

Several years ago after many failed experiments with the drugs that are supposed to cure erectile dysfunction, my husband approached me about experimenting with enforced male chastity as a possible alternative medicine treatment for this problem.

Initially I was dead set against locking him to treat his problem. After a while and the fact that he had already purchased a CB 3000 I reluctantly agreed.

My only comment was, You must realize that I will control the keys and thus your sex. Once we start there will be no backing out You get released only when I say so?

He eagerly agreed and after several weeks of experimenting with the right size rings and spacers he was in 24/7 lockup.

Right away I began discovering the benefits, I was cuddled, hugged, kissed , massaged and treated with little gifts and flowers. I no longer had to ask him to help me with household chores.

Oh, because he must sit to urinate the commode seat is always down and the area around the commode is clean, meaning there are no drips of urine around it or on it.

He is kept locked up in the CB6000 24/6.

He prefers to use an extra long locking pin and a spacer this is so he can hook the waistband elastic of his underwear under it to support the tube.

In discovering more about enforced male chastity I discovered a device, known as a Her Delight on the Keptforher website. This device, a penis shaped dildo, was originally designed and as prosthesis for men with erectile dysfunction that for whatever reason could not be treated with drugs.

Even though our experiment, namely using the CB6000 as a treatment for erectile dysfunction was definitely working very well, I decide to order a her Delight from the website, Keptforher.

My husband did not know about the Her Delight until one day when I asked him to give me an orgasm with it. After using his hands (and tongue) to get my juices flowing he stroked the Her Delight in and out of me until I had a great orgasm.

I told him that it was good, but I wanted GREAT I wanted a way to attach the Her Delight to the tube of his CB6000 so that our session would be more personal. Rather than moving a dildo back and forth he would be screwing me.

He spent time in his workshop for 2 days and then one evening announced I have found the way to unit a CB6000 and a Her Delight. This way I will be screwing you with my body even though my cock is locked up. In spite of the frustration of being unable to cum myself my reward will be seeing and feeling you cum?

He turned around to reveal that he had the Her Delight secured to the CB6000. Do you want to test it? He pleaded.

I grabbed the Her delight, pulled, pushed it. Everything moved as a unit. Good, its testing time? I answered as I grabbed the Her Delight and led him off to our bedroom. We cuddled and he teased and tormented me until my pussy was dripping and I begged him, Come on, lets do IT!?

He hopped on and stroked away as I ran through 3 great orgasms.

Remember that he never had an orgasm no matter how long or hard he screwed me.

He was still ready to go but my pussy was getting tender and after the third orgasm I told him, I love this, but Im getting sore, lets save some for another night.

Be backed out and cut the cable ties he had securing the Her Delight to the CB6000 and washed it.

I announced, I hereby change the name to My delight.

This has been our best sex toy ever, I get multiple orgasms whenever I want and he gets exercise and the reward of seeing me more in love with him than ever and Oh, yes every Sunday he is rewarded with a release as he gives me an orgasm.

Not only does he seem to enjoy the torment and frustration as his cock cant hard and he cannot hard an orgasm while he is locked in the CB6000.

His energy level is increasing so I can tell that his testosterone level is increasing.

Anyway we are enjoying the Her Delight, now know in our household as the MY DELIGHT.

Here he is safely locked up but ready to give me a great orgasm. He is MY SEX TOY as you can see his cock is under my control

Linda had been my girlfriend since seventh grade. I loved her so much. I’d do anything for her.

.I’d never pressured to have sex with me. And I’d held myself pure for her sake.

It hadn’t been easy. And it was getting worse. That was one reason I decided to propose to her.

I was still on my knees waiting to her here response. She smiled down at me.

“What a good boy you are Eddie. I figured it wouldn’t be long before you did the right thing.”

Figuring that meant yes I started to rise. She pressed the back of my neck, holding me down and told me to wait.

She went to her dressing table and brought back a small box.

“I’ll wear your engagement ring if you’ll wear this for me.”

“Sure, whatever you want,” I never could refuse her anything.

I thought she’d show me a ring but it was a jumble of plastic and metal.

“I know you mean to always be true to me. But a girl has to make sure. This is a chastity belt for a man. You will lock yourself up and I will hold the key.”

I was stunned. This wasn’t what I expected.

“I know you masturbate. Don’t blush. You are a male and can’t help it. But if I am to be your wife you should save it all for me.”

We couldn’t possibly marry for a couple of years!

“Will you do this for me. Don’t worry, when my husband and are well behaved I’m sure to let you out at least once every month or two. Probably at least a couple of times on our honeymoon. Don’t you want to do this for me?”

I never could say no to her. Not even now.