Tears by beltedone

“Tears,” I said, startled by her comment.  We were sitting on the couch, snuggling, just having finished watching an old movie and had started talking about what we liked and didn’t like about chastity play.

  “Yes, Dear, I love your tears.  When you suggested we try enforced chastity to spice things up, I was hesitant.  It seemed to me you would get all the attention.  What do they call it, topping from the bottom.  You’re selfish by nature and I thought I would have to spend a lot of time I don’t have tending to you.  I particularly don’t like the punishments.  I don’t like hurting you and it takes too much time and too much work whipping your butt with poor results.  You don’t learn.  What I like is the power exchange, your tongue down there where it should be and your sweet tears.”

  I was shocked.  What do my tears have to do with it?  She had brought me to the brink of orgasm a few times and then relocked me in the belt.  The frustration was so intense I broke down and cried like a baby.  I really didn’t like that part at all.

  A few months ago I asked her to hold my key and I put on the chastity belt.  It was my idea.  I’d read about these guys on the internet with locked cocks and I thought it sounded sexy to be denied sex and be controlled by someone else especially if that someone was my beautiful and sexy wife.  She was a 35 year old blonde bombshell but with a sharp calculating mind that belied the stereotype of the dumb blonde--kind of Angela Joline’s body with Donlad Trump’s mind.

  “So, what do you want to do?  Do you want to go back to vanilla sex?” 

I was concerned about where this was going.  She had proven to be an excellent Dom during the last few months, very strong very dominant.  My submissive nature had blossomed and I felt more like myself than ever before.  Funny, a 31 year old, 6’4” handsome former college all-star linebacker that needed to be submissive.  You’d never guess l was that way.

  “No Babe, we can’t go back but it might not be what you want.  You have inadvertently pushed our relationship to a point where there is no turning back.  I’d hate to lose you.  You’re my best real estate agent but I own the firm and I’m the biggest in town.  Make the wrong decision and things could suck for you on a lot of levels.  Like they say, you’ll never work in this town again.  This is a ‘my way or the highway deal’.”

  I gulped and said, “What do you want?”

  “You will be happy to know that you’ll wear the chastity cage until I can get you a more permanent device.  I haven’t decided on a Neo-Steel belt or a Lori Tube with a piercing.  I’ve looked on the internet and found that both are extremely secure.  And don’t worry, there will be sex for you occasionally.  I don’t want you despairing that you will never feel it again.  There will always be the possibility of an orgasm.  That is what will make your state of denial so delicious.”

  Her beautiful blue eyes took on a steely almost evil quality that scared me.

  “I love teasing you to tears.  I don’t know why.  Maybe it is the fact you are so big and strong but I just love it when you break down.  What a rush!  To slowly ever so slowly bring you to the edge and deny you release.  The first time I put the ice on your balls and locked you back in the cage after a two hour teasing, you were so sad, almost inconsolable.  You’re such a guy.  Your cock does all your thinking.  I don’t know what it is that makes me so hot.  I simply love holding you on the edge.  I could do it for hours.  I love kissing your tears away.  I seem to feed on every one.”

  “So here is how it will be.  I own you, Baby.  From this moment, you are my handsome, incredibly sexy, property.  You’ll still be my star agent outside the house.  Inside the house you will be my naked sex slave.  You will be given tasks to do.  If you do them properly and it pleases me, you will be rewarded.  If not you will be punished.  Sometimes, you won’t know if what you are feeling is punishment or pleasure.”

  “Many nights, after you have serviced me with your tongue, I’ll handcuff your hands behind your back and take off your chastity device.  Then, I’ll lube up my hands and lube up your sweet cock.  I want you nice and slippery so my hands glide along your sensitive skin.  I’ll touch you and stroke you, probably not touching the head much.  It will be very slow.  It will feel good but not too good.  You know how expert I am at touching you.  I learned early on that I could control you that way.”

  “I’ll watch how you react and keep applying stimulation until you are close to the edge then I’ll back off.  When you are calmed down, it will start again.  And again.  And again.  Eventually, you will break down and cry.  You will not be able to take the frustration.  First the sadness will overwhelm you as you are so disappointed.  Then you will not be able to bear it and a tear will escape your eye.  Oh, how I love that first tear.  Finally, you will not be able to stop crying.  You will ball like a baby.  It’s something you can’t fake.  You can’t ball your eyes out unless you feel it.  I’ll apply the ice and lock you back up and comfort you.  I don’t know what is sweeter, denying you, watching the tears or comforting you.”

“And by the way, if you move or do anything to bring yourself over the edge while I’m working on you, the belt will go back on and it will be a few months before we start again so don’t get any ideas about helping yourself along.”

  “Unlike whipping that just reddens your butt, my teasings will get inside your head and tear you down so I can build you back up.  No more big tough guy, sweetie.  Those days are gone.  And no more little affairs with the pretty office secretaries.  I know all about them.  You hurt me deeply when you fooled around, baby.”

  Shit!  She knew about the secretaries.

  “Well, what is it going to be my way or the highway?”

  I thought long and hard.  What she was offering me was a combination of pleasure and pain that was very seductive and very scary.  It would be true and complete surrender.  No game.  I looked into those sexy blue eyes then the sensual full mouth that I loved kissing so much.

  “Yes Ma’am.  I’ll do it.  I love you no matter what.”

  “I love you too, Babe.  I’m really glad you decided to do this.  From now on I’ll handle the belt.  You’re days of touching the key or lock are over.”

  She had been playing with my unlocked cock while we talked.  She leaned over, got some ice from an ice bucket and applied it to my balls.  I shuddered and felt myself getting smaller.  She got out the chastity cage, pushed one ball through the cockring then another.  My cock went thru then the cage was put on.  Even with my balls cold, I could feel her sharp nails working around my ball sack and cock.  The pin went through the hole in the cockring and thru the cage.  I felt the familiar pinch as the cage moved tight against the ball sack.  She put the lock with her initials on it through the pin and held it there.

  She said, “Baby, this is like our wedding.  It is a ceremony that changes our marriage forever.  I want you to put your hand on mine and help me snap the lock shut that will make you my property forever.”

  I hesitated for a minute then brought my hand over hers touching her red manicured nails.  Together we heard the click that would change my life forever.  Many nights after my tears had dried, I have regretted that decision.  She promised me a long tease tonight.  I’ll have a new box of Kleenex ready for my tears.