Chelsea's day had sucked, to say the least.
After a long day working with difficult customers, she wanted to go home, smoke a little weed, have some beer, tie down Kyle, and fuck him into oblivion.
Chelsea had never felt this way before and usually after work, she felt like going home, enjoying dinner with Kyle and heading to bed. Today however, things were different. For some reason she felt like her priorities had changed. Chelsea didn't know that the belt had already began to work it's magic on her.
Being a Belt of Desire, the belt's sole purpose was to fulfill the wearer's deepest sexual desires. What most people don't know, however, is that the belt continues to work for the previous wearer once it is removed. For Kyle, this meant having a wife that was super open to bondage, toys, and all of his other kinks.
Kyle had just gotten home from a regular day at work. Upon entering the bedroom however, it was quickly apparent something was different. His wife had preemptively setup the bondage ropes they normally kept buried under the bed. She had gone out and bought a ball gag, a prostate toy, some hash oil, and a cock ring!
"Holy fuck!" "Why did you do this? You aren't even into any of this stuff!" Kyle, while admittedly really happy with this, was concerned that something seemed strange. Was this the belt's doing?
"Well, tonight I just wanted to have some fun. I went to the local shop and picked up some stuff. They said prostate orgasms can be extremely intense, and that with a cock ring I should be able to fuck you basically as long as I want. I figured we would get stoned together and just have crazy sex until we fall asleep."
Yep. This was definitely the belt's doing. He scanned the room, but didn't see it. Had his wife found the belt? There was no way. She had no reason to wear the belt at 10PM anyway.
"Are you going to strip down or not? We don't have all night. Go get your dab rig and then come back and get ready to be tied up."
"Okay"
Kyle grabbed his dab rig from the kitchen counter top, the butane torch, and headed back the bedroom.
"Alright, you first!" She said to me.
On the dabber she had scooped out a dab the size of a pea. This was the largest dab he had done in months, but he wasn't going to say no to his wife if she wanted him good and baked. He grabbed the torch and began to heat up the nail, the familiar rasping of the gases from it's head comforted him, preparing him for what was to come.
After a couple deep breathes as a half assed attempt to prepare himself for what he knew would be coughing his brain out, he smooshed the concentrate onto the dab rig and sucked in the white, milky gases. His lungs and mouth were filled with the smell of citrus cleaner, gasoline, and cannabis. The warmth of the gas really messed with his lungs, and he began to cough like he had just drowned. His wife held him steady and wiped some of the spit off his face for him, then helped him remove his clothes.
Kyle stripped down and in doing so, his wife's eyes about popped out of her skull. His dick was much bigger than she remembered it. There was no way that the cock ring she had bought was going to fit!
"This is huge!"
Kyle thought about it for a second. If she was told about the belt, there was no chance she would believe him. He didn't even know where the belt went! On the flip side, how else could he explain his new-found endowment?
"I think it's a side effect of the medications I began taking a couple weeks ago for low blood pressure."
She couldnt really fault him here. The last time she saw his member was probably that long ago anyway.
"Well... Keep taking them."
The rasping of the torch was heard again, and the room once again filled with smoke and coughing.
Kyle was beginning to feel his world spin.
"Are you okay honey? You don't look too good!"
"AA- I'm super dizzy. My world is spinning. Uuuuuhhhhhggggggg"
"Let me get you to the bathroom!"
"Kyle let his stomach rip. He had taken way too much."
"Let's get those teeth brushed!"
To his surprise, he was handed a toothbrush with toothpaste already loaded. He hated the taste of puke, and he remembered something of the Discovery channel about how mint helps with stomach problems. He brushed for what felt like forever, his arms and joints began to ache. Finally, the sound of the buzzing toothbrush was broken by his wife.
"It's been two minutes, you're good! Now swallow that toothpaste, the mint will help your stomach. Use the mouthwash and get back in here."
Kyle did what he was told, and made his way back to the bed.
"I don't want you to worry about feeling like you're moving, so we're going to strap you down to this bed nice and tight! I know you like it, and it will also help you from getting dizzy knowing you're tied to the bed and won't be able to move."
One at a time, He felt the straps get placed around a limb, moved to the bedside, and the subtle "click" of the clips as they closed around steel, connecting his cuffs to the bed.
"All done! Now we're going to tighten everything, let me know if it's too much."
The straps tightened, and as they gained tension, Kyle felt himself being pulled into the memory foam.
"Alright, now let's get started, shall we? Oh wait, I almost forgot! We can't have the neighbors knowing you're having so much fun, I'm going to have to gag you. Open up!"
Wow, ball gag too? His wife really was getting kinky! His member pulsed and began to grow at the thought of not being able to speak or moan, and he opened wide. The gag was shaped like a butt plug, except there was a pump attached to it. This wasn't just any gag, this was a inflatable one!
His wife inserted the gag, and strapped the bands around his head. She slowly began to pump up the gag until his mouth seemed open.
"All done!"
His mouth felt full... like really full. He couldn't even moan unless he used only the very back of his throat. He was essentially completely silenced. He tried to raise his head, but to his surprise his wife had purchased a gag that had some kind of tie on the top. His head couldn't move.
