My Chastity Belt StorySubmitted by: anon
Hello, my name is Jane and I'm a woman married to a man that used to be my husband, but that had changed a while ago.
Now I am his slave and I am wearing a chastity device that forces me to stay by his side all the time. I must ask for his permission to do anything, to be humilliated all the time and doing anythig he tells me to do. Right now, he is sitting besides me, forcing me to write this as punishment, and to humilliate me.
The story begins before we got married, when we were dating.
I was a girl that really liked to sleep around with as many men as possible. I was in a bar with my friends when he showed up with a few of his friends. They sat down at the table next to us and started talking. A few minutes later, we were all talking together and we became friends, a short time after that the thing started to get serious and we started dating as boyfriend and girlfriend. While we were dating I always kept telling him that he was the man of my life, that I felt complete with him, that I couldn't imagine my life without him and other things like that that men like to hear from women. It didn't really matter to me, I just said that to get them into bed for a good round of sex. Men usually perform better when women tell them that, and he did too.
I had sex with him, but as soon as we were done, I would go out and he always asked me where I was going. I always answered him that I was tired and that I wanted to go home, but it was a lie, I would take the car and drive up to another city, where I would pick up another man and have sex all night long. Then, the next day, when I went to meet my boyfriend he would ask me what I've been doing all night, I usally lied about telling him that I just watched a movie and then went to sleep. Days went by and he never suspected me, and I kept up my sleeping around with other men behind his back.
After five years of being boyfriend and girlfriend, we were ready to tie the knot and get married. Every weekend it was the same routine, I would leave him at home and go to another city to have sex with other men without him knowing it.
Finally, the day of our weeding arrived, it was a saturday morning and everything was ready, that day, he called me over the phone and he told me that he needed to talk to me about something in person. I told him yes, and that I would meet him at his house.
When I arrived, he told me.
'Hello dear, we are getting married tomorrow and I wanted to ask you something.'
'Yes dear? What is it?'
'I know that, during this five years that we were dating, you were doing some things that you shouldn't have.'
'Things that I shouldn't have? What do you mean?'
'My love, I'm not stupid. I have seen what you did every day after one of our dates.'
By then, I was getting nervous and started to sweat.
'I. . . I'm sorry. What do you mean by that?'
'Yes dear, I followed you and I have seen you, but I allowed you to do it. What I want for you is a promise, I want you to promise me that you will stop doing that after we got married. Will you?'
I then noticed that things didn't look very good to me, because if I didn't tell him yes, then the wedding would be probabbly cancelled, and it would make me look very bad with my friends and my relatives.
'Okay dear, I promise.'
'Okay. Believe me that if you don't keep your promise, I will take some measures. Okay?'
At that time, I didn't know what he had meant by taking measures, or I though that it would be some different type of measures, not the thing that he did to me.
So, the big event arrived and we got married, it all was very nice, we went to our honeymoon to Hawaii. It was a very nice place, filled with very good looking surfer boys, they were so good looking that I would keep staring at them. When that happened, my husband would ask me if I remembered my promise.
The trip was just perfect, and then came married life. During the first months I kept my promise, I didn't even look at other men. But the flesh is weak.
It all started when I changed my job, my other job was too boring, it was always the same routine:
But then, I got offered a job at a different place, to represent a big company, and that meant that I would travel all the time across the country, at the beggining nothing really happened because I hadn't realize it yet. But then, I realized that he could never know where I was, or who I was with because I sometimes stayed in another city and slept there. So, I started to stay in other cities overnight more and more often, I would wait for my husband to call me and I told him that I was in a hotel, he would usually call me at my cellphone between 8 PM and 9 PM, I would wait for him to call me, and the conversation usually went like this:
RING, RING, RING
'Hello dear. Where are you now?'
'In San Antonio.'
'What are you doing?'
'I'm just staying at the hotel, thinking about you.'
'Oh, you're so sweet. . . yadda, yadda, yadda.'
We would talk for around 20 minutes, then he would hang up, and I would take the chance to take a shower and go out for a night of fun, to pick up men. I would always find a guy that I found good looking and I would usally ask him back to my hotel room for a night of sex. This happened almost every single night.
But then, that day came.
It all started when I met a guy at a city, well, actually he came on to me, we started to fool around a little bit, then he took me back to his place. I called my husband and I lied to him, I told him that I would sleep at the hotel that night and go home the next day. I would just stay at his house to have sex, and in the mornings I would go off to work, nobody knew what was happening, and we did this for many days. But then, one day. . . . .
I did the same thing I did every day, I called my husband and told him:
'Hi honey, I'm calling to tell you that I won't be home for another four hours, I'm too tired and I think I'll stay at a hotel for the night and go home in the morning.'
'Okay dear, don't rush it. Don't you think that you are working too much? You should ask for a raise.'
'Yes, but you know how my boss is.'
After I hung up, I called the other man I was sleeping with, and told him that in an hour I would arrive at his place.
The night started well enough, we had dinner and champagne, but then I started to feel a little dizzy. I told him I wasn't feeling at all well and that I wanted to lay down. So, I went to the bedroom and fell down on the bed, completely asleep.
When I woke up, I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was my husband.
'AAAAHHHHH!' (I yelled, I was terrified.)
'What's wrong dear?'
'What, what are you doing here?'
'Me? What about you?'
'I, I. . . . . .'
I tried to get up, but something on my crotch and my breasts felt heavy, making it difficult for me to move, I looked down, and I saw it. It was a very strange thing, I never saw something like it before in my life. It was a steel device wrapped around my waist, then a steel strip would go under my crotch and cover my pussy and my ass completely, making it impossible to touch it, the strip was also shoving something in my asshole, something that felt uncomfortable and like a plug. The waist band was locked with a shiny padlock.
From the waist band came two chains, the chains went up my torso and were attached to something that could only be described as a metal bra. My breasts were completely encased in steel, making it impossible for me, or anyone else, to see them or even touch them. Again, this was locked with a padlock.
After that, two chains came out of the top of the metal bra, went over my shoulders, and then down my back and to the back of the steel waistband.
He was looking at me, and showed me a little key that he was holdingin his hand. He was putting it right in front of me so I would get a good look at it.
'What's wrong? Don't you like what you see?'
'What, what is this?'
'It's a chastity belt and bra! When I asked you to stop doing the things you did when we were dating, I told you that I would take measures, I meant a chastity device, before we got married, I knew someone that explained to me what a chastity belt was and what they were used for, I told him what you were like and he told me that I should get one for you. At the time, I though that it was something barbaric and I forgot about it, but then, after you changed jobs I realized that you were cheating on me again and I asked my friend here to check if my suspicions were right, and they were. When he called me to tell me, I was heartbroken, and I wanted to get a divorce, but then he told me that divorcing you would be too easy, and would let you off the hook too quickly and he offered me this option, to put you this chastity belt and bra. Now you are mine, you are my slave, believe me when I tell you that you would wish that you would have never cheated on me.'
And that was how he put the chastity device on me. The first thing I had to do was change all my wardrobe, because I couldn't wear pants or any other clothing that showed up my chastity belt or bra. Then I had to learn to walk around with it on, because the chains would make too much noise. Every morning after I woke up, he would wait for me with the key and would open the padlocks so I could go to the toilet, but with him watching me all the time, after that, he lets me take a shower but with the curtains open so he can keep an eye on me. It is forbbiden for me to touch my breasts or my pussy in any way (if I do, then he shoves a huge dildo up my ass, and he makes me go to work with it, and that feel really bad). After that, he would put the metal bra and the chastity belt back on, then he locks the padlocks and puts the ket back around his neck with a shiny goldchain.
Every time I have to go to the toilet and it isn't time, then I have to get on my knees and beg him to let me use the toilet. He usually lets me beg for a while before unlocking the padlocks, this makes me have to beg and plead and do things for him.
One time I really had to go, and he told me:
'On your knees, slave, or I won't take it off.'
'Yes, anything, just take it off!'
'No, first I want you to clean my shoes with your tongue.'
And after that, if he feels that I deserve it, he takes off the chastity belt. But he's always watching me when he does, and it is very embarrasing and humilliating for me. I can't go out with my friends anymore to the gym or someplace else because the chastity device prevents some of my movements and they would see it in the showers, and I'm scared to what their reaction might be.
When he wants to have sex, he makes me use my hands and my mouth on his cock until he reached an orgasm and shoots his load, then, if he believes that I have earned it, he takes off the belt and bra and plays with my breasts and my pussy with his hands, but then, just before I am about to orgasm he stops and places the chastity belt and metal bra back on and locks the padlocks, looking at me and laughing. This makes me feel even more humilliated and yearning for orgasm that never comes. It has been over a year that I haven't have an orgasm, and my pussy is always exited and frustrated, and he seems to enjoy this more and more.
I have tried to get the chastity devices off, but it's just not possible, I tried to saw the padlocks off, but I can't do it either. I think I am condemned to wear this steel belt and bra forevermore, depending on my husband/master to do anything.
The other day, he called me:
'Slave, come here! I have a present for you!'
'Yes, right away!'
'Pull down your skirt!'
I did as I was told, and he attached a small metal plate to the chastity belt that read:
'This slave is a property of master Hugo.
If you happen to find her, call (809) 781 - XXXX'
'Do you like it? That way, if you ever get lost and someone finds you, they'll return you. Ha ha ha ha ha ha!'
And he left, laughing, this humilliated me even more, and now I believe that I no longer control my life, but that he controls it. I am now just his personal toy, for his own use.
My master is telling me to tell you that he has formed a special club fot husbands who's wives are cheating on them, so this can aslo happen to you. . . .
Signed: Master Hugo's slave.
Page last updated 05-Mar-17 by: Altairboy@aol.com