RADIO PANTS Part ISubmitted by: ShieldingMatrix
My husband has experimented with the Curve, and the CB-2000, but found both rather bulky, and I found them both quite insecure and unable to keep his little Houdini Weeny in bondage. I understand that with a Prince Albert this is not true, but he lacks one.
In fact slipping out of even the smallest ring was no big deal at all. I saw him do it, and I was not pleased.
So it seemed only reasonable, when he showed the Neosteel to me, to get one. I chose the thong style Hip Belt for him. It is low cut, and I especially approved of the tube design that prevents my husband from touching his, well now, my penis.
After careful measurement and consultation with Neosteel, it was ordered and delivered. It was a good fit, and after a break-in period, for my husband that is, his Willy Warden was a 24/7 appliance.
I really liked the svelte appearance of the black front shield and the curved hip belt. The lines were very sexy, as well as easily hidden under clothes.
Although this all the CB play started as his idea, a strange feeling of sexual control seeped into me as I first came to realize that, without me he could have no sexual pleasure, and I would experience no sexual guilt.
Guilt at the inequity of our sexuality had been a constant burden for me in our relationship. My husband's constant demands and general pestering for sex, and his apparent readiness for intercourse at any hour, day or night was wearing . In fact his insensitivity to my wishes in the sex department really made me want to have less and less sex as time went on.
I recall one episode where I came in from a long day at work only to find that he had tied himself up in the middle of the livingroom floor, all naked and vulnerable, unable to move, gagged, and his wrists locked behind him. I mean that's crazy, what if there was a fire!
Then he expected me to be all turned on, and jump on him right away. How irritating, I was totally turned off. I let him lie there, played with his dick, half-heartedly and then unlocked him and ignored him.
Then there was the first time I ever saw the CB-2000, one night I came home from a three day business trip and he told me how horny he was because he had been locked up the entire time, and he had left the keys in my suitcase. I was appalled, what if he had been in an accident and the doctors had to cut that thing off of him!
I was so turned off, I wasn't horny for days after I got back. I got the keys and unlocked him and ignored him.
On another night I came home early from being out with my girlfriend talking about men and such, and I found him in our bed with a fat dildo up his ass, gross. I had been really horny up to that moment, but now "Ugh" I was grossed out, I hate my own asshole, why is his any better than my own!
I would always tell him when he did these things that they bothered me, but he still kept doing things that annoyed me. It was like he was not listening.
Another day I came home and he was all horny and in his CB-2000. I bet him a blowjob that he couldn't get out. But as soon as his giant compressed bulging cock lost its size, he was able to slip it out of its cage. I was so mad that I had to give him a blowjob, that I complained that he had wasted his money on the stupid thing. I told him that I would not give him a single BJ until he got something that he could not get his pathetic dick out of whenever he felt like it.
He was confused by my change of mind, but when he next tried to have sex with me, I told him to go jerk off, and he could keep jerking off till he got a CB that he could not get his dick out of.
Two days later he showed me the Neosteel measuring kit that he had gotten FedEx after I had completely cut him off.
He pleaded with me to help measure him so that he could get the belt as soon as possible so that he could have sex again.
His mind must be going, he thinks that with a Neosteel CB on he is going to have more sex -- guys are strange....
We measured and re-measured and sent out the measurements two days later.
When the belt arrived I it was addressed to me, and I opened it without telling him. The presentation to my husband wd be a surprise to remember.
Next day I sent him some very sexy phone mail to get him all worked up. I told him to go home early and to tie himself up before I got home. I knew he had all the paraphanailia and was dying to use it. But I did not tell him what I had in mind. He was so excited by the prospect of my taking an interest in his fetish, he was oblivious to the obvious.
Spread out on our bed sporting a huge hardon, I explained what would be the new sex arrangement.
He would get the blowjob we had discussed weeks ago that had started this whole thing. Then I would apply the belt, and then he would never again ask for sex!
While he might occasionally get sex, he was not to ask, nor was he to touch himself for his own pleasure. If I caught him at it anyway, l would be sure that he did not do it again.
I stripped naked and sat down on his face and commanded an orgasm. It is very rare that I can get an orgasm from straight oral stimulation, but then again, I now had all the time in the world. I was beginning to see some benefits to my hubby's weirdness.
The huge hardon that lay before my panting lips throbbed with need. I had promised a blowjob, feeling a pang of guilt, I reached down and sucked him in to my wet mouth. But each time I did, it so distracted my husband from his activities, I would stop. Then he would let out a moan of dismay as I pulled up and away from his anxious auger, letting my evaporating spit further fuel his ardor -- all the while my mind was transforming itself. If it was to be my cock -- and he was seeking this sexy suffering then this was only just at a beginning of my fun.
After what seemed like an age, I finally felt that my tingling and tension had reached a threshold, and I cried out in pleasure, and came loudly and I felt the gush of my orgasm as it flooded my already saturated pussy with the lube of love.
I watched him, and his dick as they throbbed with anticipation of the next step of this dance, as it had always proceeded before.
I leaned forward and rested my head in his lap, my hair tickling his sensitive nuts and inner thighs as he lay squirming, but bound to my pleasures. I said from between his thighs, "your next orgasm will be in a weeks time. My next one will be right after you fuck my dripping pussy with your big dick."
"Fuck me now honey, please, I know how wet your are, you know how horny you've made me, how hot your are, please fuck me now, I need it," he pleaded. "I promise I wont cum, but you have to fuck me...."
An unconscious idea was taking shape. I had goaded him to this, teased him to it, misled him to it and now I saw the trap I had set, I understood my power now. I sprung my trap. "No honey, no, I told you that you would never bother me for sex again, and now you have. If I want to have sex with you I will tell you. If I want you to come, I will release you from your bondage and your chastity belt. Your failure to listen will cost you a week. Your next orgasm will be in two weeks. Don't ask again, and I mean it."
Having given him his lesson for the day I placed a towel under his ass, and held it up and tucked the corners underneath his legs on the bed. I put a pillow under his thighs, making a sort of 'V' shaped valley of terrycloth in his crotch. Then I reached down to the side of the bed and pulled up a bucket filled with ice, and without preamble, scooped out an entire crotch numbing lapful of it into the 'V' between his thighs. He cried out in shock, and squirmed wildly as I got off of the bed and went to get the CB together for installation.
His stunned surprise and the frigid ice were more than a match for his hot dick. By the time I walked back from the dresser with the bag containing the belt, he was all ready for installation.
I had done my homework, and had the belt installed in just a minute. Then I attached the parts I was most pleased with, a radio controlled trainer that could provide pleasure to his member, or a sharp reminder, and also a butt plug with similar electric prostate stimulating features. Finally I installed the Dildo attachment to the front shield and secured it.
I sat back on his face now and played with the buttons on the remote. There were two buttons covered under a sliding shield. One marked "involuntary orgasm", and the other marked "involuntary scream".
There were a series of other pleasure buttons and punishment buttons. But the two shielded ones intrigued me.
As I was continuously being eaten I tried out the pleasure buttons, as I felt more pleasure, he felt more pleasure, At one point where he stopped to catch his breath, and I no longer felt his tongue engaged in its noble quest for my second orgasm, I pressed the middle of the punishment buttons. Without a word, he got back to work with a vengeance.
As I approached my second peak, I moved off of his face and moved down, sliding my dripping crotch along the length of his chest, and sat down astride him, with my back still to his face. Then raising my buttocks off his chest into the air, I revealed to his view 12 luscious inches of vein streaked cock, but it was not his cock. I sensuously sat down on it, feeling it fill me, as my husbands prick never could.
I began to ride the rigid rubber dick I had installed there. I glanced over my shoulder to see my bound and chastised husband staring in dazed recognition as my soaking wet pussy squished loudly up and down in the very location where by all rights his dick should have stuck out, but where instead my new shiney synthetic shlong raged -- I saw his recognition then of what had happened. He stared in wonder as he and I both realized at the same instant what he had brought upon himself and how I had begun to love it.
I came screaming then, looking deeply into his eyes, they were filled with the longing for release. I collapsed satisfied, with my head between his knees and the rubber dick sticking up into my sated snatch, curving in so that he could see it clearly and know that it could have been his dick that was in there but that it was not.
In the afterglow, I described in detail the sensations of my orgasm. I teasingly inquired if he had cum, and if it had been as good for him as it had been for me. But I cautioned him, not to ask for or even to infer that he wanted sex in his answer.
He seemed unable to formulate a reply without saying how much he needed to cum. All he said was that it was a fantasy come true, but that he did not quite imagine that it would turn out this way, exactly..
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