Locked-Up Husband
I. Introduction (The Way Home and The Trap)
I was on my way home. Everything seemed normal, but nothing was normal anymore. I had been with the other woman. I knew I had done it because intimacy wasn't working at home and I needed to keep myself from going crazy from rejection. With Alenka, my mistress, I found not only comfort, but also a confidante. I confided in her my troubles, joys, and also my innermost desires, fantasies, and dreams of control that I couldn't fulfill in my marriage. We talked about Míša (Michaela), my wife, and I mentioned her submissiveness and bisexual fantasies. It was always wonderful, and I always left Alenka feeling rested and satisfied.
But today, Alenka had a somewhat devious surprise in store for me. As we were cuddling, she pulled out a chastity belt and, with a loving look, locked me into it. Without explanation and without regret. I felt the excitement of breaking a taboo and accepting control. I worked like the devil, bringing her to climax several times, but my hopes of release and satisfaction were in vain. When Alenka and I finished her pleasures, I was escorted out—locked up and unsatisfied.
And so now, with a metal prison in my crotch and heavy thoughts, I am approaching home. To the one I promised fidelity. What now? Only one thing was pounding in my head: betrayal, anger, crying, and who knows what else. I had no idea that my feelings of fear and excitement were deliberately provoked.
II. Confrontation and Loss of Control
I came home. She was cooking, and it looked like any other evening. The absurdity of my situation and her calmness were unbearable.
Then she came. She was beautiful as always. A wooden spoon in her hand. A strange, mixed feeling of shame and excitement ran through me. I stood there, not knowing what to do next.
Míša walked over to me and looked me up and down without saying a word. Her cold, searching gaze brought me to my knees. Shame made my cheeks burn; I felt that the chastity belt must be visible.
The wooden spoon rose and tapped precisely on the cage around my penis. The cage rattled and clinked.
"Do you have anything to say about this?" she asked. Her voice was calm, curious, without a trace of anger.
"I just... I just..." I tried to start an explanation, but Míša interrupted me.
"You know, I've noticed certain changes in your behavior towards me. And I've been informed about who's behind it. Believe me, you've found a treasure in Alenka. And quite possibly a treasure for both of us."
Míša smiled slightly. The smile was kind, but at the same time ominous.
"We met several times and agreed on you," she continued calmly. "And you can surely feel the result of our agreement on yourself. Yes, that chastity belt you're wearing is our joint work. We chose it together because Alenka didn't want you to suffer, and she didn't want us to grow apart. And together, thanks to it, we will control and dominate you."
She stepped closer and placed her hand with complete confidence directly on the metal of my locked crotch. It was a shocking humiliation for me and a tangible symbol of domination for her.
"I just hope you're satisfied and happy, because this prison of yours will most likely be permanent, with a few exceptions."
Míša withdrew her hand and commanded me in a calm, quiet voice, "Now be completely silent and sit down at the table."
I obeyed. I turned and took a few steps into the dining room. And there I saw it.
The table was festively set. Candles, nice tablecloths, wine glasses... and three plates. Three sets of cutlery.
Three.
At that moment, I knew everything. She wasn't planning an argument. She was planning dinner. It was a trap that was just closing.
"But I... we... she..." I tried to speak again, but my words turned into a pitiful whimper.
Míša struck. She slapped me on the butt with a wooden spoon. It was only symbolic, but it was a sufficiently painful and effective slap.
"You've been given an order! Be quiet. And sit down. The guest will be here any minute."
I sat down, locked up, humiliated, staring intently at the third empty plate.
III. The Visit and the New Hierarchy
The doorbell rang, and Míša went to answer it with a calm smile. From the hallway, I could hear only muffled, cheerful conversation. The voices mingled, but I clearly recognized the other one—Alenka.
Míša helped Alena out of her coat and hung it on a hanger. Before she had time to hang it up, Alena took a mysterious package out of her pocket. She held it in her hands for a moment and then asked Míša directly.
"Míša... I would like our friendship to be deeper and stronger. That's why I brought you a small gift." With these words, Alena unwrapped the package and showed Míša a thin leather strap with an eyelet and a lockable clasp. It was a very discreet and elegant collar, but it was still a collar. Alena held the gift in her hands so that Míša could see it properly.
"Míša, will you accept this collar? May I put it on you? I would like you to submit to me."
"Yes," Míša replied immediately, with visible excitement in her voice.
"Kneel down, Míša. And brush your hair back." Alena then placed the collar around Míša's neck. It was cool and soft, and the feeling it evoked in Míša when Alena tightened it slightly was strongly intoxicating. When the clasp on the buckle clicked shut, it was done. Míša accepted her role, and Alena became her Mistress and Leader.
"Stand up," said Alena, lifting her back to her feet by the loop on the collar.
A blissful, muffled sigh followed, and then a long silence. A kiss, passionate, long, and uninterrupted.
Finally, both women appeared in the kitchen doorway.
Alena entered first. She was beautiful, confident, and smiling. Right behind her, with her hand in Alena's, entered Míša. She stood close behind Alena, emphasizing her newly accepted subordinate role. Míša, wearing a collar around her neck, lowered her gaze, but her flushed cheeks betrayed her excitement.
Alena first sat down opposite me, in the guest's seat. Míša remained standing.
"Míša," Alena said without looking at her. "Here. Next to me."
Only after this direct instruction did Míša sit down next to Alena. She immediately turned slightly toward her. Alena quietly and naturally placed her hand on Míša's lap, confirming her possessive relationship.
I sat alone, locked up, humiliated, staring at the two beautiful women.
"Hi, darling," said Alena, her gaze sliding down to my locked crotch. "I'm glad you like our gift. Míša got her gift too. So I think it's time we clarified how things will proceed."
IV. Establishment of New Rules (Personal Victory and Control)
I sat locked up, humiliated, but at the same time frighteningly excited, unable to take my eyes off the collar around Míša's neck and Alena's hand on her lap. Alena leaned back comfortably. Her hand still rested on Míša's lap, and Míša gazed at her Mistress with quiet devotion.
"Let's get this straight, darling," Alena began. Her voice was quiet but so full of certainty that it sounded like a command. "For years, you needed someone to control you, but Míša couldn't do it. But now it doesn't matter. She has found her strength, and I helped her. Your dreams are coming true. That's why your chastity belt is permanent. From now on, your prison is locked forever."
Alena leaned toward me. "If you want a single exception, a single day without it, you will ask for it. You will beg. And Míša and I will decide if you deserve it. Your life belongs to only two things: taking care of us and obeying."
I wanted to speak, to object... but I didn't have time.
Míša turned to me. "We didn't ask you. We're giving you the rules you've secretly wanted for years. Alena speaks and you are silent. Do you understand?" Her voice was new, sharp, and uncompromising.
Alena smiled contentedly. "Míša is right. Don't worry, we'll make sure nothing happens to you. You will be regularly milked. But don't expect any pleasure. Orgasms and satisfaction are over for you. Your only satisfaction will be our satisfaction, and you have to earn it."
Alena lifted her hand from Míša's leg and gently but possessively touched the collar around her neck. "Míša will take care of all your intimate hygiene. Your belt is hers, and she will take care of it. Your role is simple: to serve and wait for orders."
Alena returned to dinner. She picked up her fork, but before tasting her food, she looked me straight in the eye.
"And now we will have dinner. You have already fulfilled your part—you made a game that we could win. Now it's our turn to play. Be quiet. Bon appétit."