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 and as for his permission to do anything, to
be humiliated all the time and doing anything he tells
me to do. Right now, she is sitting besides me, forcing
me to write this as punishment and to humiliate 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 y 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 y boyfriend he
would ask me what I've been doing all night, I usually
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 probably 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?'
'Yes dear.'
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:
9 AM
Work at the liquor store.
1 PM
Getting out of the store.
1:15 PM approx. Getting home to eat.
3:45 PM Getting out of the house to work.
4 PM start working
8 PM close the store
If at 9 PM I was not home, he would call me and ask me
what I was doing, and that kept me from going out with
my friends or do anything for too long, because he
always followed my every step.
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
beginning 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 staid 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 cell phone 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?'
'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
usually 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 girl 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.'
'Okay, bye.'
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 holding in 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
shower curtains open so he can keep an eye on me. It is
forbidden 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 key back around his neck with a shiny gold
chain.
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 embarrassing and humiliating
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 humiliated 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!'
And he left, laughing, this humiliated 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 for husbands who's wives are cheating on
them, so this can also happen to you...
Bye,
Signed: Master Hugo's slave.
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THE END