My StorySubmitted by: firstname.lastname@example.org
I am writing to you to tell you my story thus far, and to ask you, should you see fit, to post it on your website. My wife, who has gained many ideas from the stories on your site, feels it is time for us to contribute our own story, and perhaps even to get some input from your readers. I should, however, start from the beginning.
My name is Alain. I am 32 years old, and am locked in my Tollyboy 24/7. This circumstance began, as have many other similar situations I suppose, when my wife found that I had been unfaithful to her. I will not go into the details of the original decision for my belting, as they are not unique and would probably mirror many other stories already posted. Suffice to say that I was given an ultimatum, and for personal reasons it is very important that I not allow my wife to divorce me.
Here is where our story becomes a bit different. My wife insists that I do not call her Mistress, or think of her in any way as a dominatrix. She never asks me to do more of the housework than I was previously accustomed to doing, nor does she require me to perform any sexual favors for her; in fact, I have never minded giving her extra attention, but she is much happier alone with her Hitachi Magic Wand than she is receiving any affections from me. In most respects, our lives go on as they always had, with myself as the bread winner and primary decision maker. I am also, as she insists, completely and fully in charge of when my belt is removed and I am allowed to orgasm.
As I'm sure you are thinking by now, there must be a catch. You would be correct. The "full control" that my wife grants me over the removal of my belt is not without a price, and the price gets higher and higher as time goes on.
"Alain," she said to me on that first belted day when she was explaining to me the circumstances that would accompany my Tollyboy, "you will always be in control of when you orgasm. You can orgasm on a daily basis if you so desire." Just when I was beginning to think that perhaps this situation wouldn't be quite as much of a bother as I'd been imagining, out came the catch. "I will give you a task, chore, or activity of some sort that you must complete, and your reward for each task will be one orgasm. After the orgasm, I will name the next task that must be completed. You could complete this next task immediately if you wished, and have another orgasm the very next day. It's all up to you"
At first I figured that she was planning on using this situation as a way to get me to do various things around the house - cleaning, gardening, any of the things that she might have liked for me to do that I never quite got around to doing. Perhaps she would have me take her to her favorite restaurants, or buy her things that she had been wanting. No. As I soon found out, she had no desire whatsoever to use the belt as a way of manipulating the events of our "ordinary" everyday lives. The "chores" that she assigned to me were for one purpose and one purpose only: my sexual degradation. She had been humiliated by my ongoing affair, and she wanted to humiliate me in return. She planned to relish the sight of me doing things that disgusted and degraded me - and doing them of my own free will, simply because I could not quell my need for an orgasm. That would be my punishment for infidelity - as may orgasms as I wanted, but with a high price attached to each one.
"Your first orgasm," she explained as I sat, dumbfounded, trying simultaneously to imagine and *not* to imagine what things she had in store for me, "will be a reward for wearing this attached to your belt for a full day at the office." My mouth dropped open as I saw that she was holding a thick black butt plug that would attach to the back of my belt. She knew that anal intrusion was something that I found grotesque - an activity only for weak, submissive men and homosexuals. I immediately regretted the times I had expounded to her on why I found it repulsive and why I would never submit to it; these talks had given her the perfect idea for the first step towards my degradation. Foolishly I proclaimed, "Never. Lara, you know how I feel about that, and I won't bear it for one minute, let alone a full day - and in public, in front the whole firm!"
She smiled sweetly, nodded, and put the plug into a drawer. "Certainly, Alain. I would never force you to do something that you found humiliating and uncomfortable. You don't have to do it if you don't want to."
I felt reassured of my power in the relationship for about five seconds, until I realized the subtext behind her words - she would not force me to do anything, of course not, but I would get no relief until I did. "You can't make me do it, Lara."
"As I said, I would never make you do anything."
"But you figure you can wait me out, and eventually I'll do it."
"That, my darling, it completely up to you." She kissed my cheek softly, and left the room.
I had orgasmed not long before she first put the belt on me, and in my presently satisfied state, I stupidly figured that I could hold out, I could go without, I would never degrade myself for a mere orgasm.
As a man used to having orgasms on a daily basis, most often provided by female companions but occasionally provided by my own hands, after about one week of being belted my cock was squirming against its cage and everything I saw and felt seemed to make me think of sex, orgasm, relief. I had never imagined what frustration could brew within me after only seven days without release; I felt like my entire world was between my legs, I could think of nothing else. Finally, I approached my wife.
"I can't stand this any longer; you must let me come."
"Of course, Alain. So you are ready to complete your task?"
I gritted my teeth and clenched my muscles; I knew my wife, and she would not back down. She was in total control, and there was nothing I could do but comply if I ever wanted to have another orgasm, and I felt as if I might go mad if I had to go without much longer."
"Yes, I'll do it, now take this damn thing off and let me come!"
"Tsk, tsk, poor darling," she kissed me lightly, "of course I can't take it off yet - you only get rewarded *after* your task is done. Tomorrow we will send you off to work with your little buddy, and tomorrow evening you will have your reward."
That night I barely slept, pondering what the next day would be like, a full day with a dildo stuck up my ass and no way to get it out. I had never had anything up there before, ever, and to say that I was not looking forward to it would be a massive understatement. I also knew that I couldn't fool my wife, accept the "little buddy" but then take off work for the day, lie down in a hotel for the rest of the day, or some other place where I could stay mostly motionless until the time came to go home. She was very friendly with my secretary, Alicia, who, while not aware of my belted situation (thank God), *was* aware of my infidelities, and would gladly tell Lara if I had not spent the entire day at the office as usual. I was trapped. Some control.
The next morning, after I showered and shaved, I went into the bedroom to dress and found Lara, smiling cheerily, holding the dildo and a bottle of lubricant.
"Are you ready, darling?"
I'm sure my face was already beginning to turn red as I grunted an affirmation.
"Alright then, let's bend you over."
I bent over as she unclasped the belt, lubed up the dildo and attached it to the Tollyboy. In this situation, you may be thinking, it would have been easy - incredibly easy, actually - for a strong man such as myself to overpower my wife, and to masturbate then and there, while the belt was off and nothing was restraining me. Believe me, I thought the same thing. It was not possible, however - one of the cardinal rules of this arrangement was that if I ever did such a thing, the game was over - she would call her lawyers and start divorce proceedings that very day. It's all up to me, she'd say, it's all my doing and it's all my choice.
I gasped as I felt the dildo slide against, and then into, my anus. My muscles immediately clenched, making the entry even more uncomfortable for me. My face was burning as much as my ass as she wiggled the smooth, slippery dildo all the way inside me and relocked the belt. I was even shaking a little as I stood up straight and felt the sizable intruder stuck inside me, as it would be for the next nine hours or so. I took a step towards my clothing, and felt it with every motion, rubbing inside me, distending my tense and formerly-virgin asshole. I stopped immediately, and looked at Lara with what must've been a pitiful expression.
"Please, please don't make me do this."
She looked at me with what at first appeared to be true sympathy, but her countenance quickly turned to show her true feelings: pleasure, revenge. "I'm not making you do anything, darling, this was your choice. Have a lovely day at work."
The day, as you can imagine, was pure torture. Perhaps the worst of it was when I realized that as much discomfort and humiliation as the thing caused me, there was something else - it also caused stimulation. With certain movements - which I tried diligently to learn and avoid - the evil intruder would rub inside me in a way as to cause enough pleasure to start my cock trying valiantly to get hard, squirming and straining, as my ass was sore and burning, stretched, and all the while, me trying to hide my distress from my coworkers and clients. I had a rather important meeting that afternoon which dragged on for over two hours, and I thought I would never make it through. Every time I thought about my situation - which was unavoidable - cock locked away, unavailable to me, a dildo shoved up my ass and locked there, unremovable - my face burned and I had to fight to pay attention to what was going on around me.
When I finally arrived at home, humiliated and miserable and sore, though exhilarated at the thought of my upcoming reward, Lara did not hesitate. She unlocked my belt, removed the plug, and allowed me to massage myself to orgasm. Nothing had ever felt so good, no one had ever come so hard, no one had ever felt such pleasure as I did when that relief finally came. Afterward, she re-belted me, but it seemed that nothing could ruin the glow of satisfaction that I was feeling.
"Now that you have had some practice with anal intrusion, my darling, your next orgasm will be a reward for allowing a gay male of my choice to have his way with that lovely bottom of yours."
My wife thinks that it would be a good exercise for me to post my experiences and feelings to your site, and finally, she hopes to get some ideas for my degradation from the visitors to this site.
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