Femdom Fiction. Pussy Whipped In A Chastity Belt

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Original Femdom Fiction.

It just wasn’t fair. I’ve been waiting for weeks this show to be on TV. Finally after waiting patiently and of course, after getting permission from Tammy, I was going to happily enjoy my show.

Normally I would be busy with my chores or whatever Tammy deemed I needed to do, but tonight she is off at her friends and gave me a rare few hours off. You see, Tammy is in total control of me.

Realizing early on that I was easily controlled and manipulated, Tammy quickly seized control of our relationship. It was natural for her to manipulate me to get what she wanted out of me and she would use whatever method she needed to do just that. Any arguments or disagreements we ever had early on usually ended with me apologizing and her firmly flexing dominance.

As time went on Tammy became more demanding and more abusive. Any disrespect or disobedience would quickly be met with physical punishment that was usually fueled by her instant rage. Being physically on the receiving end of Tammy’s bad side is nothing compared to the psychological abuse she heaps on me. Tammy has methodically reduced me to a pussy whipped husband. Her hot and cold personality keeps me walking on eggshells. Her condescension and ridicule have truly beaten me down.

Nothing makes this more evident than the chastity belt Tammy requires me to wear. After she decided that if I wanted to continue being in a relationship with her I would agree to wear a chastity belt that only is unlocked when she decides it’s warranted on my part. Of course, Tammy being a very thorough and dominant woman she picked out the most secure chastity belt she could find and then on top of that, she made me pay it. I have been wearing this stainless steel chastity belt ever since except for the uncommon times I’ve been unlocked. It wasn’t like we had sex much anyway. Apart from a few lackluster attempts early on, the closest I would get having sex with her is fondling her while she masturbated me. My penis, which she now proclaims is the ugliest, most repulsive penis that she has ever seen, has been locked into this stainless steel tube attached to the belt since my last release thirty days ago.

Having my penis locked up has never stopped Tammy from getting her own sexual satisfaction of course. Since her high school days, Tammy has had a reputation for being an easy lay. It was common knowledge that she cheated on every boyfriend she ever had and it seems she has an insatiable appetite for black men. Rumors filled our high school hallways with wild whispers of her with everyone from underclassmen to faculty members to the entire basketball team! When we first started seeing each other, she claimed things be different. I, of course, being gullible and hopeful, not to mention completely infatuated with her, believed her claims only to find increasing evidence of the opposite. It was well after a year of her denials and her demands that I trust her, and well after her complete control over me, that I confronted her about her cheating. Asking her about a text on her phone from some guy I’d never heard of, she angrily snatched her phone from my hand.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my phone?

I mumbled out my query as to who this guy was.

“Are you accusing me of cheating? You little sniveling scum wad!

“Don’t you ever touch this phone again, you hear me? And if you don’t like it, you can waddle your ass right out the door. You better start showing some real respect around here because I have a right to have my personal belongings respected. Is that clear?
Yes Tammy you do but..
“But what? She bellowed over the top of my sentence.
“If you don’t trust me, then I don’t want you here. I can have friends and I deserve to be trusted, don’t I? Don’t you trust me?
I do but sometimes…
“Then don’t ever accuse me of something like this again, don’t ever touch my phone, and stop acting like a dumb fuck. I’ll talk to whoever I want to talk to.

This was my last halfhearted attempt of confronting her.

The rest of that evening she gave me the cold shoulder feighning hurt and fishing apologies out of me. By the end of the night my suspicions were long forgotten and the focus was on what makes her happy.

That incident happened years ago long before married. Now my penis is locked stainless steel hell and any pretense of her being faithful has long been proved untrue. But at least tonight I get to relax a little and watch a little TV.

In the middle of enoying the show, I hear her car pull into the driveway and stop running. Then I hear two car doors slam.

To be continued.

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