I never was into any of that BDSM stuff - my husband should have known that but maybe it was his horniness and a hopeless overestimation of the power of pop cultural influence that made him think different. Anyway, the recent success of books like fifty shades of grey and my discovering of his online surf history did come in handy at a point where I loathed him so much that getting back at him was the only thing I desired, even if it meant my own downfall - if only I had known how deep I was going to fall...

...my apologies, I always wanted to write an intro like that - like if I was a great writer. The truth is, I'm not and as of now, I'll mind my manners and stop being cryptic. The name's Caryn, I'm 37 years old, high school drop-out who managed to get off with a billionaire, just before ending up in the gutter and got married at the age of 21.

Our marriage was pretty good - at least during the first 10 years when I didn't care about some minor things that were missing, like a working AC in the guesthouse, the occasional hunting trips with my father or any real feelings for my husband at all.

It might have been for the latter that my family ended all contact with me and I'm even more sure that the mutuality of these feelings made my spouse to be have me sign a prenup that left me with less than nothing should he ever decide to dispose of me. Nothing personal, though. It was simply one of his former three marriages that made him be careful, since that cunt constantly prevented him from from hitting the 50 of the richest men on this planet.

Life was good back then. I was young, I was incredibly hot and there was no way, he'd ever let go of that pussy that was driving him far beyond all heavenly kingdoms plus whatever definition of crazy one might find in the grand edition of the Oxford English Dictionary. Like I said, Life was good. I had everything I needed: A private jet, a golden jakuzee, parties all night long, champagne galore and more importantly, enough cocaine to get rid of all doubts and see the perfectness of my life as a whole.

Unfortunately, things did not stay like this. As I see it, our lives went off track, when he started to develop feelings for me, which must have been at some point in the 11th year of our marriage.

It wasn't that kind of feelings that somebody would write love songs about, but all of a sudden that man wanted more than fucking. He wanted me to listen to him going on about the difficult relationship he had with his mother. He took me on hiking trips and wanted my opinion on some stupid things like politics and stuff. All of a sudden there was no time for a hen's night out in Paris or quickie with his bodyguards All at once I had to tend to all his physical and psychological needs, like if I was his personal therapist. Like if I was somebody he'd paid. Like if I was something he'd bought.

This was the first time, I felt ...betrayed... somehow used....primarily disgusted.... Did this man think that I was some kind of bitch that would hop on his dick only because he was rich? Did he think he could make me spend every day listening to his crap only because he was buying me things? Who the hell was that stupid fuck thinking he was fucking with?? I was not some honey-bunny who thought him being the prince on a white horse!

Things escalated when he decided that - as a lady of a certain social status, I should learn how to dance waltz and enjoy classical music and all that shit. He wanted me to learn a foreign language and he gave me books by some old Greeks or some Nazi-ass Germans like Emanuel Kant or Karl Marx.

Since I obviously had to please him and not make him drop me like a hot potato, I couldn't object openly. I had to swallow my anger and take his dancing lessons, read his books - or at least: pretend and smile, while my anger inside was growing. Being controlled like this sucked, so I knew I had to get back at him or my ego would suffer.

At first I started to use his toothbrush for cleaning the toilet, then I slept with every man in our household. Gardeners, cooks and bodyguards but since I had been doing this all the time, ever since we got married, I felt I needed something bigger than that - so I looked out for his enemies. I knew that his company was one of the biggest hardware companies in the US, so I tried to take his Japanese rival to bed. Of course that man was very cautious and thought I was actually spying on him but when he finally used the information I gave him for his advantage more and more partners and rivals of his wanted to please me in exchange for company secrets.

Life was good once again I was the one in control - I even tried to condition my husband. If he treated me nicely, his company was having some success - if he made me dress up I like a slut from the 19th century - everybody in the hardware game seemed to know things he didn't.

Things could have stayed like this forever, but then one day, his suspicions grew, so I had to do something to appease him. Right at that time, BDSM had hit mainstream; everybody was talking about orgasm control, bondage and fifty shades of grey - so my idea was to fake an interest into all that kink stuff and offer him control over my sex by wearing a tight stainless steel chastity belt. My plan was to give him the keys to it as a birthday present, appease his worries about my promiscuity and keep one spare key for myself.

Of course my plan was more complex than that. I did not just order the belt. Month before I ordered the belt, I had already bought a whip, leather shackles, chains an Andreas Cross masks and tons of stuff I did not really care for what it was as long as it looked kinky.

My husband liked these things a lot he used them on me and I got to use them on him - which I enjoyed more than I would have thought. The feeling of having power was one I could get used to. I pictured me standing in front of my husband giving him the keys to my chastity belt, knowing that by owning the spare keys I had the power to mock him like no other woman had mocked her little fool of a husband before. I almost pitied him. My plan was to gather enough information about his company while trying to bind his biggest rival to my irresistible pussy. I had to make sure that he was addicted to this treasure box of mine like my husband was before I would strike and destroy my husband's company forever.

The spying part was easier than I thought. My husband's lawyer who I also seduced told me that the material I had would suffice to sue him to his bones.

The other part however was a little bit more tricky. In order to make sure Mama would be kept warm and fed after her husband's downfall, I had to make sure that another man would fall in love with my pussy. I didn't doubt that Herr Schrödinger from Germindustries would be ready to marry me - without any stupid prenup - if I played my cards right:

As soon as my husband's worries about my faithfulness would be locked away with my fake chastity belt, I would fly to Hamburg and meet him for the first time. There I would "accidentally"� run in to him pretending not know who he was. I would cry about the cruelness of my husband and show him the chastity belt. I would have him "steal"� the key from my husband's "secure place in Germany"� and then "reward"� him by letting him fuck me for the first time. Of course the "secure place"� would be something my husband has never heard of because to him, it wouldn't exist like the spare key of my chastity belt.

The reason why I chose this complicated play was that I didn't want Herr Schrodinger to think that I was easy - or would like to betray him one day. On a second visit one month later I would give him an appetizer of company knowledge but not my pussy. I would tell him that I am afraid of my husband and that he had the locks exchanged. I would show him weal and bruises, kiss him and leave him with the prospect of enough information to bring that bastard down. After 3 more month I would return to him and claim that my husband had kept me in chastity for the whole time and that I longed for him. Then I'd give him all the information that was necessary to bring my husband down and then let Herr Schrodinger destroy my belt. I would fuck him afterwards like all my stories were true and more importantly like he would have never been fucked before.

Then there was the day my belt finally arrived. It was more than ten weeks after I had ordered it - and it did look much fancier than I had expected. The metal was incredibly light but also very solid at the same time. This wasn't steel! This had to be some NASA high-tech material! It also didn't come with two padlocks. There was no visible lock at all! This had to be the wrong belt. I rifled through the package for a manual and finally found one. It said:

Congratulations for buying the best chastity technology on the marked. Your new Ivorichast Mark 4 makes the wearer an impenetrable fortress like ....

"You shouldn't bother yourself with all the paper stuff"� - that was a shock I didn't expect my husband back so early.

"�I am the one who upgraded your order and I already know a great deal about this device, so I'll explain it to you while you try it on for the first time."�

At that point my heart missed a beat. He wasn't supposed to know about the belt. This belt wasn't supposed to make me an "impenetrable fortress"� it was supposed to be my alibi while being penetrated by all his enemies.

"On second thought honey....I'm not in the mood right now let's try it tomorrow"� was all I managed to say.

"Stop kidding, I know how desperately you've been waiting for this"� - I had to think quickly. "Yes but I'm not ready to do this in front of somebody else... I wanted to practice alone until I was ready to give you the key....."� while putting on the most enticing smile I was capable of, I finished my sentence "as a birthday present"�.

My husband smiled back " Oh silly me - and now I've spoiled everything. Seems like we have to send it back now"�

Maybe it was hope or the great feeling of relieve that made me forget to use my brain for a second "YES! That's what we do we....."� but then I stopped just one second before he burst out into laughter because I myself had discovered the irony.

Fully ashamed, embarrassed and puzzled by the question how to solve this predicament, I let my guard down and failed to fight back or at least object while my husband was securing my hands with heavy metal irons and forced them over my head where he used a padlock to connect me do a chain that was still dangling from the ceiling after last night's play session.

I've been reliving this moment in front of my mind's eye ever since then and I came to the conclusion that not - ordering the belt - not sleeping with all my husband's enemies but letting my guard down at this very moment was the greatest mistake I ever made. I still am haunted by the words my husband said while he clicked the lock shut. "Trust me my dear like I know I can trust you"� My memories after this sentence however are fuzzy. The realization of only a small part of the predicament he was going to put me in sufficed to render me paralyzed.

He takes his time. He does not lock me up immediately. He looks me in the eye. He knows everything he talks for hours .... . and there is another woman. She's younger than me. They make out. I turn my face away in disgust. He slaps me, makes me watch. Then I'm left alone in the darkness. When I regain my senses I notice that he must have slapped me more often than once. My whole body hurts and my feet get heavy I want to lie down but I can't my hands are still firmly tied to the chain. Hours pass by, my thoughts are spiraling. I'm trying to cope with the situation. He will lock me up and it will be hard to get out. Maybe impossible.... at least for a time.... What else will he do to me? Have me officially arrested for espionage? Will he publicly shame me? At least he won't be able to lock me into that chastity belt then...

After a while my husband came back in. "Now it's time for your lockup. That cunt of yours has done enough damage. Let's lock it away for good. "He's got to be kidding- for good? - "you're never going to live without my pussy"� I objected "You're addicted to it. But he just smiled at me. "Did you even listen? That's Tamira she's a trained professional love slave. Her skills in bed are much more developed than yours ever were. Her pussy smells delightful while your fishy muff gets all wrinkled and too wide to be enjoyable. You were a good fuck once, I admit that and I would have kept you simply out of charity. But after what you've done to me, what am I supposed to do? Now watch while I explain your high-tech belt to you...

All of a sudden he changed his tone. Was he regretful for all the things he'd just said to me or was he mocking me? I decided to remain quite while my loving and caring husband showed me my new lovely little sex toy.

"The belt is made out of a metal called unobtanium. It cannot be destroyed, not even by lasers or diamonds - and If I were you - I wouldn't even look out for something to destroy it since that would trigger a deadly venom that would run into your blood system.

You see that little needle at the back of the waistband? This is the end of a long - sort of highly adanced wire - going directly into your spinal cord. Once it's in there it cannot be removed without unlocking it via my remote control. With that needle in place, I can deliver shocks through your whole body that can be painful beyond imagination since it can not only shock your nerve system but will also stabilize your cardio-vascular system so you won't faint and it blocks your body from setting free endogenous opiods. Another wire like this will do directly into your pussy where I could use it to stimulate you - if I'd ever wanted to do that. Or I could use it to deliver shocks that are somewhat milder but hit you at the once most valuable part of your body"�.

At that point, I had enough. "If you want to torture me to death, why don't you start right away?"� I cried having lost all dignity and hope.

"Oh that's simple. I do not want torture you - in fact, you don't really need to expieriece these shocks. I want you to fear them... and I want to control you...."�

I haven't told you yet but that thing is smarter than a smart phone. It can detect your heart rate, your every motion and also your state of arousal. This opens up a lot of interesting opportunities

When I program the belt to deliver you shocks once you open your mouth or make any noise at all - it will be better than a gag. I could also program it to force you to keep your eyes shut. Or stay in one place - needless to say, it has GPS

More vicious but extremely to my liking is the possibility to enforce a minimum heart rate, so you cannot go to sleep unless I allow it. The enforcing of a maximum heart rate however will prevent you from fighting or running."�

Only after he had explained every detail, he finally forced me into it. I tried to give him a good fight and screamed "you cannot take away this pussy"� but it was hopeless. The feeling of the wires sliding into my body made me feel shiver. After that I was programmed.

"Computer, set her minimum heart rate to 60, her maximum heart rate to 120 allow her to speak only if somebody asks her a question, prevent her from closing her eyes. Punish her for any sexual arousal that could lead to a climax"�

After that he brings Tamira back in. I am forced to watch. She is young and she is beautiful. He kisses her wildly and she is driving him crazy by adopting positions I've never heard of. I have to watch all of it. Yes, she is better than me. What have I done? This is the moment in which I lose all hope. I am angry - outraged, furious...... until it is too late the full intensity shock hits me. Agonizing pain. No relieve, not even after minutes. It feels like every inch of my body has just been grilled. Of course my heart rate stays up. I get another shock. I want to die. Death would be better than this pain. I start to cry but there is no mercy. A third shock and a fourth.

Finally my husband has reached his climax. "Computer, stop punishing her, she has learned her lesson - reduce first punishment to "mild pussy shock stage 1"� deliver second shock only if desired behavior is not shown after 30 seconds. Level for second shot hard "pussy shock stage 3"�. Gap of 45 seconds after that deliver "severe punishment stage 10"�. Then he turns back to me: "Do you have any questions?"� "Yes"� I answer "What Level did I just get? "That was severe punishment level 5. I am shocked. My heart rate is inclining again. I trigger the first shock level - unpleasant enough my heart starts pumping more and more, I can't help it, the fear is making everything worse. I won't survive stage 10....

"Computer, give her a break.... No punishments for 15 minutes, after that, set maximum heart rate level to 160. Automatically lower the maximum by five points each day"�. Then he turns back to me "I'm giving you the chance to learn how to be obedient and calm.

I am so grateful. I have a wonderful husband who deserves a better woman than me and my dirty dirty cunt should never come out again.

Five years have passed since then. Three of them I did spend in prison - with the belt! My husband made sure the guards would take care of my chastity belt and its functions. I guess everything is possible with a little money. The maximum heart rate setting and all the other stuff did come in handy. Nobody ever allowed me to say something unless asked. My eyes were forced to stay closed most of the time - I only got to open them when it was more convenient for them (like when I had to eat). I was mocked and made fun of by other prisoners who found out about my status. I could do nothing about it. Soon I stopped caring about almost everything. There was only one thing I desired like nothing else in life: one more orgasm.

My pussy prison did stimulate me at least 5 times a day - always when I didn't expect it. I had to concentrate and focus on not enjoying it too much since this would make my heart rate go up. It was driving me insane. My husband had also ordered the personnel to give me an injection every day - probably some hormones to keep my desire growing.

Finally after three years, they did release me. Not right away of course. There had to be one last humiliation. My husband - who by the way did not get a divorce - paid me a conjugal visit. Not to fuck me, though. He brought his girlfriend for a quickie. After they made me watch, I had to lick her pussy clean. "You may now come with us"� he explained. We'll make you our new houseslave.

This is my life now. I once asked my husband if my belt can be unlocked. He told me "yes, but I'll never unlock you"� When I wanted to know why he didn't get a permanent lock then, he answered. "Because the price you have to pay for trying to mock me is that of eternal hope - and because I like the power - if this was a permanent lock, I couldn't hold the key"�

From that day on I gave up all resistance. I felt raped even though nobody had penetrated my pussy against my will. Still, I felt like I had been raped. Having to lick the pussy of that woman, who is sleeping in my bed now, drove me almost insane. Correction - there was even more to it. Being denied acces to my very self, made feel like I was still being raped. I couldn't recover from what the man who once was my loving husband had done to me because actually, he was still doing it.

I was broken in the worst kind of way. Correction - I was still being broken. By still possessing the key - by still leaving that small bit of hope to me, my husband denied me the right to hit the bottom of the pit. I was still falling and he would have me fall for a long time.

Slowly, my new masters brought me back to life. After two weeks in their service, they removed the maximum heart rate block. Of course it took me another 3 weeks to recover from the apathy that goes along with being limited to a maximum heart rate of 120 for more than three years. "We decided that you're more fun when you fight back.... and we don't like it that you're out of shape - as our slave, you'll have to work hard."� Regardless of that, I was still being stimulated. At first I thought, I could reach climax but then I found out that the technological capabilities of that pussy prison was far too advance to let that happen. This and - probably the injections - drove me mad. Were these really hormones? I couldn't find out - all questions regarding the syringes were forbidden.

It's been two years now and I've become the most obedient house slave there ever was. I do all the heavy work I don't ask questions and I lick my mistress' pussy clean every day after my husband filled her with his cum. I lock myself in a tiny cage in the master bedroom and secure my hands behind my back every time my work is done. I don't ask to be released and I don't argue about anything. I would be happy If only I was allowed to come one more time.

I have almost given up hope but then there comes a day when my mistress has to go to a hospital for 2 weeks. Two weeks I'm spending alone with my master. The first two days are like always except for having to lick my mistress' pussy. As of the third day, my husband tells me that I didn't have to lock me up any longer. I a, also allowed to speak whenever I want and I a, allowed to sit at the table while he eats. After one week, I am allowed to eat while he is eating and then we watch some movies together. After ten days he finally unlocks my chastity belt and allowed me to make love to him. I give my very all. I feel like I have the mission to pleasure him like he has never been pleasured before - I cannot lose this freedom again... I cannot... I cannot I cannot... I cannot reach climax. Something's wrong. I wake up shaking.....It has all been a dream. My mistress has not gone to hospital. My pussy prison had never come off. I start screaming and tugging on the belt until my masters woke up....

....I know that I am in trouble, the pain runs through every cell of my body. I don't care anymore. All I want is to be free again. All I want ist this pussy prison to be gone! Yet it stays there - forever and ever. I will never have sex again. I've become indifferent to pain, I've become indifferent to humiliation. The only thing that I'll never become indifferent about is my desire for one more orgasm. But the device that holds my pussy is unforgiving, inescapable, cruel.

The best pussy that has ever fucked on this earth had been put behind a belt that mocked her very existence...