My once almost permanently erect manhood is now a tiny, limp and useless piece of flesh trapped inside a locked metal cage. My trapped balls throb almost constantly with the need to release their load. I can't even masturbate anymore. Believe me, I have tried. Oh, how I wish I could stroke my cock like I used to but there is simply no way to get this device off, even just for five minutes, so that I can jerk myself to that exsquisite climax I long for. There is simply no way it can be released without the key. The key that she has. The key that i beg her on a daily basis to give me. That key that makes me her helpless slave.
The steel chastity belt keeps my cock permanently bent down underneath me. The female panties She makes me wear over the top makes it look like I have no cock at all. I have to sit down to urinate like a girl. She makes me keep my entire body shaven and smooth. Like a girl. I am almost constantly dressed in female lingerie and have to teeter around the house in a pair of 6" high stilletto heels. Like a cheap whore.
I used to occasionally enjoy the feeling of dressing up in fishnet stockings, suspender belts and bras, but now that I am forced to wear these clothes all the time I feel as ridiculous as I look. My wife laughs as She takes photographs of me parading around in a wig and slutty make-up. The steel of the chastity belt glimmers as the camera flash goes off and She promises me that one day She will show the pictures to my friends, family and work colleagues. I am hers forever.
Very occasionally She does remove the belt. I used to be happy about this and think that finally She was going to allow me an orgasm, but now I know that it will not happen. As soon as She removes the belt my cock immediately springs to full erection but I am unable to do anything about it as I am always securely bound and gagged, spread-eagled on the bed. She touches my cock and strokes it gently as I groan in torment, knowing that she'll always bring me to the brink of cumming but stop before I can have the heavenly release of orgasm. She laughs at my predicament and sometimes even kisses the tip of my swollen aching cock. God, I used to love getting a blow job. Sometimes She'll tease me for hours until my balls are swollen and painful, aching with the urge to cum, but always I will end the night with my cock back in it's steel cage and my hot spunk still swimming in my balls.
Other times, She will actually allow me to cum. I used to look forward to these times as well, stupidly thinking that I may at long last get the orgasm I so desparately crave. I mean, you can't cum without having an orgasm, can you?