Fiction Written by: Bill One
I guess that the moral of my story is going to be that there are disadvantages in having a wife with an electronics degree, or possibly the moral is never to have a falling out with a keyholder.
I first met Nancy back at college, where her subtle B&D jokes first caused me to suspect that she had an interest in being a dominant. Of course, I snapped her up instantly and we were soon married.
Since I was a programmer, and could telecommute rather easily, she insisted I stay home under her control whenever possible. I'd only be free when she wanted sex, or when I had to answer a call of nature.
She'd secure me so that I could work, but could do nothing else. She loved calling me, and teasing me, several times a day so that I'd be "properly" frustrated by the time she got home.
In the beginning she'd be ready to get to it after teasing me for a while after she got home. But as time went on she would want me to please her more and more first. Eventually we gradually drifted into rules that required me to service her repeatedly to earn any release on my part.
She was very much a fan of using her electronics knowledge for lots of crafty cruelties. Early in our play she hooked up a touch tone decoder to our answering machine, so that pressing certain keys when leaving messages would give me electrical shocks. Note only would this interrupt me many times a day, but she never felt the need to turn the device off when replaying the days messages.
I suppose it was only a matter of time before she stumbled over a web site devoted to Chastity Devices. Not only did this give her lots of ideas in that area, the mailing list had a table of what folks were doing that showed that many people were staying in much more than I was. The immediate side effect of this was that she purchased the best device she could, and I was now spending more and more time without sex before I could earn my release.
The chastity device was a boon in many respects, since she no longer needed to keep me tied to keep me frustrated. However she didn't want me wandering far, so one day she locked all my clothes away in the basement. We were now in separate rooms most nights, so that she could make my room uncomfortable without affecting her comfort. Now with a lock on her room there were no clothes I had access to without her permission.
She was major fan of the discussions of what an "Ideal" chastity device would be like, and often amused herself with her own wish list, and designs. I knew she was working up to something, but I didn't know what.
Eventually, she decided that while chastity caused me to do anything she asked me to do, it wasn't as much fun as chastity and torment. The mere addition of radio control hooked to the answering machine decoder kept her satisfied for a while.
Some time later she realised that she could hook the transmitter directly to the output of her PC in her room, and could use programs to arrange for much more elaborate schedules than phone calls could manage. She could, for example, schedule a 10 second shock every 20 minutes between 2 and 4 am. She could implement anything her heart desired.
With the aid of some devices that allowed her PC to control appliances, and check status of switches, I soon became just another device controlled by her PC. There was a shock pattern that meant "Come and service me", a pattern that meant "Step into the stocks so I can amuse myself", and several patterns that meant she wanted a massage, shampoo, manicure, etc.
Because her PC could now sense the position of switches, several switches were installed around the house for no other purpose that to make me work. When a certain light was turned on, I had 30 seconds to turn off the appropriate switch before being shocked until it was turned off. Normally this meant that she'd have me running up and down stairs all day.
After one particularly vicious session I discovered that I could shield the receiver, and avoid shocks when she was not there. This worked quite well, until one day she showed mercy, and I hadn't noticed.
From that point on, the RF link was what kept the belt off, and lack of signal was what delivered shock. This meant that power failures, or even system crashes were now times of great pain. But it kept me from trying to keep her from tormenting me.
After that point, she made a big point of not being able to trust me. She could trust me on chastity, but not on everything else. It was now the age of web sites, and she set her PC up as a web site, with a dedicated line. Several small cameras for PC's were set up around the house to watch every place I could be, and were each assigned a web page at her site. She could now watch my every move any time she wanted at the click of a button.
Around this same time some (&**&) on the list pointed out that there had been someone in a chastity belt a year. She considered my offense worth this, and broke the news to me. I said I'd not be willing to do that, and for a year I'd FIND a way to sneak out to see a locksmith. She countered that leaving the range of the transmitter would turn the belt on and make further travel impossible. I was beaten. I apologized, and she seemed to show mercy and said I'd only have to do 6 months. I thanked her.
I didn't know at the time that she now had a girl friend, and her girl friend was doing work with microcontrollers. Nor did I know that she and her girl friend were still working on her "ideal" chastity device design.
I did know that she was always upgrading her web site. She could easily pull up a schedule of punishments for me, and various rules that were in effect. These could be edited at will, and any punishment could be inflicted at the touch of a button. And she could view the results directly on the web page. She later added microphones so she could hear my responses via sound files.
As my six month punishment was almost up, she put me in the stocks for what I assumed was another torment session. Once I was helpless, she removed my chastity belt, gagged me, and left. She then came back in with a woman I'd not had not met before. She was carrying a very hefty device with her. This was my wife's new "ideal" chastity belt.
She reminded me that since I was never out in public, it had no need whatsoever to be small enough to fit under street clothes. It appeared to be as much as 6 inches thick in places. I was informed that the thinnist metal in the device was 1" thick hardened steel. She demonstrated that it had even more shocking power that the old one, and additional features such as the ability to squeeze my balls to agonizing levels. It could also clamp my penis so that I couldn't piss, and could burn or freeze it with a thermoelectric module. It had some embedded micro controllers that allowed its functions to be controlled by a public/private key system so that there was no hope of my forging any commands.
The unlocking of the device was totally under control of the onboard electronics. There was therefore no key I could ever find or have made. I was warned that if the electronics ever thought I was removing it that I'd not have parts to play with again. But they wouldn't tell me what they had rigged. I was told that the battery kept the ball crusher pulled back, and if I ever let the battery run down I'd be missing two valuable items, and would lose them painfully.
Now my wife reminded me about the 1 year punishment I'd tried to argue out of. Since I chose to argue with her, she said that it was now two years, and since I had been bad, the six months I had just served didn't count for anything. She informed me that the computer in the belt was set for two years, and all unlock commands would be ignored for that time. The best I could hope for was to serve time without punishment.
She moved her girl friend in, but I still had to service Nancy regularly to avoid punishment. Her girl friend wasn't interested in me for sex, so I never had to service her. However her friend did use me for all sorts of household chores, and manicures. My wife slowly became more and more enamored with her girl friend, and less and less pleased with my performance as anything other than a servant.
Eventually she decided that they would move on (her girl friend got a good job on the coast) and that she needed to do something with me. She arranged for groceries to be delivered to the door (on my programming salary, of course), and figured I'd not need anything like clothes or other expenses. Whatever I'd need could be handled by credit card. Not wanting to totally give up tormenting me, the web site was left up. I didn't dare tamper with her site, because the belt would react badly to not hearing from it.
She decided that I would be just the ticket for some poor struggling student, and gave all her friends access to her web site. A contest went on for the next few months, to see who had the most fun, and showed the most imagination in tormenting me. Eventually Mary won, and got the prize of me, and my house, and room and board (at my expense, of course).
Mary has been quite fair to me, and not too unreasonable. I've come to care deeply for her and her for me. She has been using me to service her orally, so she's satisfied sexually, but I've not had release since I went in.
Two years have passed, and Mary and I were waiting for the disable to expire. A few days after it was supposed to she started checking status information carefully.
She had very bad news for me.
It appears that my wife made a little mistake when she programmed this belt. The keyboard was just a little sticky. The lockout is set not for 2 years, but for 22. Mary informs me that if I want out then, I'd better get even more enthusiastic on serving her now.
