I don't really have all that much of a choice,
Since my wife caught me sleeping with someone named Joyce.
It's not really all my fault, as I am just a guy.
Sometimes my cock thinks for me, and the little guy's not shy.
Anyway, the threats came fast, from my precious little wife.
Some threats involved divorcing me, and one involved a knife.
She calmed a bit around day five, then said I'd have to choose.
I could be thrown out penniless, or stay and pay my dues.
As I was getting desperate, had nothing more to lose,
I said I'd pay whatever price that my sweetheart might choose.
I promised to do anything, just pleading for the chance.
She smiled and snapped her fingers. Then said, "Take off your pants."
Soon I stood before her with my privates on display.
And when she put the blindfold on, I thought Wow! some kinky play.
Soon I felt her snap a pair of handcuffs on my wrists,
And I thought this just might be fun, one of life's little twists.
Then she did some squeezing and some twisting down below.
It felt a little heavy there, but how was I to know?
I know I was repentant, and said that I'd sacrifice,
but hell, who'd ever heard of a male chastity device.
The plastic in the front points down, imprisoning my cock.
It prohibits all erections, keeping sperm in tight gridlock.
I've learned that begging does no good, nor pleading for her trust.
I even quoted Dr Ruth, and said my balls would bust.
She laughs at my predicament, does anything to tease,
She loves to see me grovel, humbly begging won't she please
take off this belt of plastic, and allow me to be free,
so that at least once in a while, I could stand up when I pee.
But all this is of no import, my blues of chastity.
And envy doesn't count for squat, the fact I'm still not free.
What really hurts, and twists my guts, I really must give voice,
that while I'm suffering in my cage, my wife's now dating Joyce.
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