My name is Lauren. I am an attractive 37 year old woman with a job, 3 kids, and an adoring 40 year old husband. My story is true, not fiction. Jim has a definite kinky side, which I only discovered a few years ago. Ever since we first married 15 years ago, he fantasised about me screwing another man. This was verbalized during our lovemaking sessions, and it made Jim really hot. (It really didn't do much for me). Of course, once he came, that was the last I heard about it. I considered it fantasy and nothing more. As long as it made him horny, and he performed for me in bed, I was willing to indulge him.
Over the years the frequency of our lovemaking decreased, and on those few occassions that we did make love, he spurted quickly, and just went to sleep. In fact, until last year, I can honestly say he hadn't brought me to an orgasm in 6 years. I wondered if he was having an affair. He had gained weight, let himself go. He spent more of his time drinking with his buddies and watching television, and less and less of his time paying attention to me.
One day last summer, I opened the door to our bathroom and caught Jim masturbating. He was very embarrassed, and so was I - at first. After a few seconds, my embarrassment turned to anger. Normally, I could care less about his masterbation habits, but our relationship was no longer 'normal'. "So, you like your hand more than you like me, huh?" I snarled. "You'd rather jerk off in the toilet than make love to your wife. You are pathetic!"
He followed me into the living room, practically begging forgiveness, telling me he loved me, and that he didn't know what had gotten into him. I simply gave him the silent treatment. At the time, I was honestly considering divorce. I just couldn't live without sex, and I wasn't going to have an affair. My anger just built and built over the next few days. How could he be so selfish, pleasing himself, (I later discovered several times a day), and completely ignoring me?
A short time later, I walked into our study one evening, and caught my husband gawking at lewd sites on the internet. This time, I didn't storm out. I told him to get out of the seat. He was so terrified, he practically jumped! I sat down and began to scroll beack through the porn sites he'd been visiting. Interracial sex, lesbians, gangbangs, female domination, cuckolds. (I didn't even know what a cuckold was at the time). I read with great fascination one site, in which a Dominatrix offered "training" to submissive males. Part of the "training" included the wearing of a chastity belt. I laughed out loud at that.
"So this is where you spend all of your sexual energy? Looking at dirty pictures on the internet? Is this what you want? You want to be a cuckold? You want to be dominated? Is that what you've really wanted all of these years?"
Jim was mortified. He could barely respond. He kept mumbling that he wasn't really interested in any of this stuff, that he was just "surfing", simply "exploring". He apologized profusely. I simply got up and went back to bed - and I locked the bedroom door. Let him sleep on the couch, I thought.
To make a long story a little shorter, I spent the next several days looking up everything I could find about "femdom", "cuckolds", and chastity belts. I became quite an expert on all three. I wasn't much interested in leather and whips. The idea of "cuckolding" Jim was beginning to make me deliciously horny. But it was the chastity belts that truly interested me. I found Altarboy's site and read it from start to finish. Some of the stories were, frankly, ridiculous. But several really turned me on, and almost all of them gave me some great ideas. I decided that if Jim wanted to remain married to me, he would wear a chastity belt. I ordered one, (the first of three I eventually purchased - I will not get into a discussion of the various ups and downs of specific brands).
When it arrived early last October, I called Jim into our bedroom and offered him an ultimatim: Wear a belt, give me the keys, or it's D-I-V-O-R-C-E. He couldn't believe it. No way he could wear one of those things, he kept repeating. He was sorry. He would be more attentive. He wouldn't masterbate anymore. He would stay off of the internet. Finally, I exploded. I don't remember my exact words, but they were something like this:
"Listen you son of a bitch, I should divorce you for neglecting me for all these years. All you care about is yourself and your own satisfaction. Well you are lucky I am giving you this option, because most women would have thrown you out years ago. Now, you have a choice. You will wear this chastity belt 24/7, and it will come off only when I say it comes off. You will cum only when I tell you to cum. And then it will go back on. You want to be dominated? Well I am going to give you what you want. And you, in turn, are going to do exactly what I tell you to do, and do it GOOD, or you will stay locked in this thing so long that you'll forget what it felt like to whack off in the bathroom, or to be inside a woman. Now drop those pants and put this on RIGHT NOW, or pack your things and never, ever come back!"
Needless to say, Jim decided to wear the belt. I will never forget the look on his face when I locked him up and took the keys. Our lives changed forever that day. Oh, he moped around for several days, until the cum began to build up, and he had no means of release. He began to beg me to let him out. That's when I presented him with THE RULES:.
1. Jim will remain locked 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
2. Lauren will unlock Jim on the first Saturday of each month for a period of up to one hour or until he cums once, whatever happens first. This is the only time Jim is allowed to cum.
3. Jim must attend to Lauren's needs in a satisfactory fashion for the entire month, or risk losing his orgasm privilege until the next month. This means that Jim must perform the following duties:
4). If Jim asks, begs, or otherwise petitions Lauren for release, he will forfeit orgasm privilege for that month.
I made Jim sign it. Actually, I told him if he didn't sign it, he could just leave and never come back. He did, and life has been wonderful ever since. If women knew how amazing life can be when they take control of their men, I think every man in America would be wearing a chastity belt!
In the nine months since I first belted Jim, he has cum a total of 6 times. (He lost the privilege 3 times - twice for begging, and once for doing a sub-par job folding the laundry). My sex life, on the other hand, has been incredible! He services me orally about 5 times a week, and never fails to get me off. In addition, we've made great use of dildos, strap ons, and all kinds of toys for me. In fact, I love one dong so much, I don't miss having Jim inside me. I'm considering not letting him fuck me at all, because frankly, his cock can't compete with "Mr. Happy", a beautiful, fat 10 inch strap on I've come to crave.
At this point, I'm not sure Jim would care. By the time I let him out, he is so desperate, all he can think of is cumming. I'm not sure it matters to him how he does it, as long as he cums. And he cums in buckets - usually within 2 minutes of release. In fact, he has yet to last longer than 5 minutes into his once per month hourly allotment!
In addition to finally getting the sexual attention I deserve from Jim, I've also recently taken a lover. I really never thought I'd do anything like that - I am not that kind of a person. But I need a real cock in me sometimes, and once a month for under 5 minutes doesn't cut it. Besides, Jim always wanted me to screw another guy. Now his wish has come true! I know it sounds cruel, but it really isn't. Jim has turned into a different person. He is obedient, he doesn't get angry anymore, and he'll go to the ends of the earth to make me happy. He has accepted the fact that I get regular sex from another man. Anything to Make Her Happy is Jim's motto.
Of course, I know better than to think that he has suddenly undergone a true personality change. The reason he's been so great is because he can't cum whenever he feels like it. The more filled up he gets, the more subservient he becomes. He told me after going three months (yes, the begging cost him two months in a row) that he would rather get run over by a train than to ever have to suffer like that again. I've never seen him so consistently sweet, so adoring of me, as he has been since the introduction of chastity. He's lost weight, and stopped most of his bad habits, (at my request, of course). I know he would revert back to his old selfish self in a heartbeat if he were to be unlocked permanently. He knows it too. That's why it will never happen. I can safely say that our relationship is stronger now than it has ever been, and I fully expect that my husband will remain belted for the the rest of his life.
So, ladies, take heed! I was miserable just a year ago. I felt like a neglected, taken for granted housemaid. I was starting to wonder what sex was! Now, I get the best sex of my life from two great men, (and some great toys). I get it whenever I want it, however I want it! And I have more time for sex than ever before - being relieved of housework has really freed me up! It is simply the best thing that ever happened to my mariage!
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