****** Cuckold's Chastity Belt by TJ Ryder ******
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Cuckold's Chastity Belt


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{With grateful acknowledgements to the Mandingo Society of Connecticut and
particularly their bylaw 2b: White males (usually husbands) (1) must have a
club member(usually his wife) for a sponsor present at any get-together,(2)
must demonstrate the correct attitude toward African Superiority and the goal
of the Afrocentrism , and (3) must wear a visible chastity belt at all times.
No exceptions!}

I knew when my beautiful younger wife Heather married me it was at least partly
because her business had failed. And even when we were going out I knew she had
a black lover in the background. It was obvious to her I was submissive to her
from the first, a gorgeous stacked blonde whom I wouldn't ever have the nerve
to approach in a bar. The only way we did meet was because I hired her as a
receptionist and she made the first move. Mine was the kind of blue collar
business where she wasn't likely to meet another well off single man.

At first I kind of liked knowing she had a black boyfriend, when we made love
on our dates, I was always coaxed to get on my knees and eat her out, and I
could even taste his spunk in her stretched beautiful hairless pussy. When we
did make love regularly, which wasn't too good because I'm only 4 inches and
not too thick, not only did I never make her cum, I could barely cum myself
because she was so loose. Plus, even after we married she always insisted on my
using a rubber.

All those separate items came together one day when I brought up the subject of
having children as I was kneeling and painting her toenails while she sat
crosslegged in a chair talking to a girlfriend on her cellular phone about the
evening. We hadn't talked about this before directly, so I was surprised when
she bade goodbye to her friend, another young wife whom I suspected Heather
went to black bars with.

"Honey," she smiled, "I am glad you brought it up. I think its so important to
get this discussed up front. You know, darling, its true we have to think of
children sometime. But there are other truths its important to talk about
first. You know what I'm talking about don't you, honey?"

I stammered a little, not wanting to hear it, but knowing also I wanted to.
"um, dear, I suppose, you could say our relationship is a little, you know,
odd. If that's what you mean."

She laughed, making her cleavage bounce in back of the towel loosely wrapped
around her big firm breasts. "Yes, in some ways it is odd. You know I went with
black men before our marriage, darling?" I nodded and she smiled and continued.

"Well, I really need black men, dear. Their size, their, everything. I know I
have to have Black Cock regularly from now on. I've missed it so much."

A tremor of fear went through me, "does this mean you want a divorce?"

She bit her lip, knowing she could get a generous settlement and alimony.
"Noooo, not exactly, I think there are many elements I love about you and being
married. I love your tongue, your oral worship, especially after I've been with
a big black stud. When we went out I used to have a hot date in the afternoon
before you came over so I wouldn't be frustrated, but it was so nice your
cleaning out my cunt and ass, and sweetly not demanding anything in return. I
want to do that again. (Laughing) I bet you didn't know you swallowed more
negro sperm than a hooker in Harlem."

I blushed, making her giggle some more. I didn't want to admit I suspected her
copious discharges were assisted by a lover.

"And of course I like the financial stability, which is so important when you
consider having children you know."

She caught me looking at her jiggling curves, so she smirked and unwrapped her
towel, arching her body to me, making me lick my lips at the site of her firm
yet voluptuous curves, her 40 in breasts with big brown nipples, her small
waist, and her hairless pussy and shapely thighs. She watched me get hard, my
little hardon tenting out my pants as she laughed.

"Look at this body, my husband. You know you could never satisfy me, and you do
want me to be happy, don't you?" Her already big nipples grew harder as I
watched, my fingers aching to fondle them. I dumbly nodded, reddenning. She
giggled again, knowing I couldn't help myself.

"So the answer is obvious, isn't it? Most of my married girlfriends have gone
black, all the real pretty ones, and their hubbies are cuckolds now. Some men
had a difficult time with it, but most are dealing with it quite nicely. I'm
afraid it's either that or a divorce, honey."

Still holding open the towel as I gaped at her luscious wares, I could only
nod, my throat thick. Smiling with an air of satisfaction at having
accomplished something, she wrapped the towel around her curves again. "Now,
since you agree, we can talk of the future. There's a little club I've been
invited to in the neighborhood. The Black Breeding Club. I think you'll be very
surprised at the membership. But first, there are a few rules, especially for
white hubbies.

"Um," I cleared my throat, "darling, that sounds like having black children."

"Yes, dear, of course it is. You did begin this by asking about children didn't
you?"

"Um, " my senses swimming, "well, yes, but I thought..."

"Of course," she said, "you didn't expect... you weren't thinking of my having
YOUR child? Well. One of the first rules of the Black Breeders is that no white
penis can touch our bodies again. Plus, I want a superior baby, and you must
admit that Black is certainly superior to you. You certainly can't compete with
them," she laughingly added. Patting me on my head, she said, "but you will be
doing an important part, assisting your wife in creating superior black
children. All the Black Men present are big hung giants, with huge cocks and
balls. I think you will be very busy raising them and helping me get bred
properly." My penis throbbed in my confining pants as she talked.

Looking at my swollen lump in my pants she smiled, "you see, that's how most
hubbies react no matter what they say. Anyway, I want to go to the next
meeting, because it's a wonderful support group for couples like us. They say
you don't even have to be trained or broken before you get there. They always
have a room designated as a cuckold training room, but we do have to purchase
two items of attire for you. One is a dog collar and leash, just to show you
have the correct attitude. They won't let you in the door otherwise. And, once
you're inside, all the males will be naked, all the white males that is, some
Black Masters will naturally be there. And except for the dog collar, all
hubbies must have chastity belts on."

I sputtered, groaning at the idea. I had already been wondering about the part
of being 'broken' and 'training rooms'

"I didn't make the rules honey. And it makes sense if you think about it. Its
only fair, all us wives make a permanent commitment to Black Cock only and
being bred Black. So in return the hubbies should make a commitment that their
little penises don't accidentally get inferior sperm on us. It doesn't have to
be forever. If you're good I'll unfasten it once in a while where I'm sure I
won't have to touch it so you can jerk off. Anyway, I have a date tonight with
Tyrone, and tomorrow night we are going. So we need to get you fitted right
away."

"But, dear, chastity belts, I never heard of them. (Trying for time) I don't
even know where you can get them"

"Oh, that's no problem, " she breezily replied, "one of the wives in the club
runs a little shop on Main where they sell all kinds of stuff. Hurry and finish
my other foot and let's do it. I want you fitted before my date tonight."

An hour later I was reluctantly driving my rather daringly dressed wife to Main
St. The store was surprisingly conventional on the outside. Tasha's Erotic
Wares. Some hanging plants in the window as well as incongruous items like
handcuffs and riding crops.

A woman exited with a young man on a leash and collar, and looking back I saw
that his hands held behind him were in plastic handcuffs. I dearly hoped the
shop was empty as my wife confidently opened the door. It was bright and airy,
and for once I hoped for the dark secretive ambience of an adult book store,
but I walked a half step behind my lovely wife as she strode to the counter
where a lovely young woman waited with a smile.

Heather smiled and took a card out of her wallet and showed it to the girl. It
said the Black Breeder's Club. She girl smiled widely, looking at me with a
definite twinkle in her eye.

"Oh, how nice, we love new members, and I give a discount to the Club." The
girl noticed me looking at her deep cleavage in the low cut dress. She was red
haired, fair skinned with green eyes, in her mid twenties in very good shape.
Large breasts and small waist. But what I noticed was a tattoo on her right
breast near the nipple whose aureole was partially visible discreetly
proclaiming in gothic print 'BLACK OWNED'.

"My husband Harold needs a chastity belt!" my wife announced boldly as I
blushed.

"Of course, would you come down here? We have many styles to choose from."

"Moving down the counter, I looked down agape at all the devices. Rubber,
leather, nylon, plastic, stainless steel. Heather and Tiffanny as we found out
later the girl's name from the club meetings openly discussed the pros and
cons.

"Basically," Tiffanny said, "I'd suggest a novice one, easy to clean and
remove, easy to conceal. Some are punishment belts. Some have buttplug
attachments."

"Well, of course he'll have to model them for me," my wife said, flooring me.

"No problem, we have a changing area in the back if you wish. Do you want to
pick some other restraints as well, to make sure it all works together?"
Heather thought that was a good idea as she choose a arm restraint and dog
collar, several chastity belts, and the girl opened a beaded curtain that
anyone could see through, and led us to a little area where my wife sat on a
cushioned stool and crossed her shapely legs."

"Please take all your clothes off, sir," the girl advised. "It makes fitting
easier." I didn't want to but began to take off my clothes.

"Might as well get used to it darling."

Tiffanny confided that her husband had difficulty being naked at first.

"Really! Have you been a member long?"

"Several years now. We have two interracial children. In fact my husband stays
home to raise them. We're going to wait a few months before I try to get
pregnant again but we still love to go to the meetings."

As soon as I was naked, the girl expertly fitted my wrists behind my back in a
harness, making me feel totally helpless. Then she attached the dog collar and
nylon leash, and handed the end to my wife, who smiled as she took it. With a
sense of more control, she then asked my wife which device she wanted me to
model first.

"Oh, I don't know, would that one fit under his clothes at work?" Pointing to a
wicked steel and leather device with spikes on the inside.

"I wouldn't advise it, madame. That's designed to punish the slightest
erection. I have one I use when I want to tease Harold. I'd suggest this one.
It has snaps for a matching butt plug."

I raised my foot in sequence as she ordered me, and felt it fit like a jock
strap. My smallish penis made her smile as it stirred, and she adjusted the
strap from the base of the knob to hold it.

Looking down, the knob of my penis was in a harness, attached to the scrotum so
it couldn't be stretched.

Heather instructed me to turn around, and I blushingly did so. "But can't he
still get an erection?"

"You can fit it so his penis folds over, and slip a lock into it. Or I suggest
just leaving it tight. He can still erect, if that's as big as it gets, but he
can't achieve an orgasm without taking it off, I guarantee that. And he can't
take it off without undoing these two locks on each side, see?" Pulling on it
slightly I said 'ouch', making her smile.

"Of course, all these devices work better if the genital area is hairless. I'd
suggest doing that."

"That's a good idea I was thinking about anyway. Is that what you did with your
hubby?"

"Um, I had plucked him before we got into this scene. But this is like the
style we started with."

"What do you use now?"

"Well, its not for newbies, but I had him ringed a couple of years ago. Of
course like most club members I also had him get a vasectomy. SA couple of the
wives had their hubbies castrated, but I think that's a little extreme, don't
you think?" Bringing out a photograph, it showed a close-up of a white
genitalia, with a ring from his knob attached by a silver chain and tiny lock
to a ring on his scrotum, preventing a full erection. It also had a tattoo on
his knob proclaiming in the same script as her tit, "BLACK OWNED"

"Its really the most convenient, he can change and shower naked in front of
people without anyone noticing."

My wife agreed it made a lot of sense.

"Are you making a decision today, madame?"

"Yes, we have to, I want him fitted as soon as possible."

"Yes, so you said, but I was wondering if your Black lover or master wanted to
decide. For example, for the last several years our Black Master makes all our
decisions."

"That is sweet, but for now until I have one, I suppose I will decide. What
about attachments and colors?"

"Many colors and many style buttplugs, we should choose one. I think neon pink
will be nice."

She came out with several buttplugs, various sizes, and having me bend over,
flushed with shame as a couple giggled from the outside area, seeing me through
the beads. "He's pretty tight. Use this for starts, lets get some kyjelly on
it."

I yelped as she inserted the cold hard plastic, but my penis stood up in its
chastity belt. She fastened the flared end with accompanying straps to the
belt.

"There, it's a flat flared model, and always get a flared end for safety. He
can sit down or drive with this. I have various types. Some have a big ball,
some have feathered tails." Heather loved the idea of a feathered orange tail
attached to a ball flanged butt plug.

"That will keep you from parking your butt when there's housework to be done."
Satisfied with her choice, Tiffanny paraded me around by leading me on the
leash before handing it back to my wife.

Moving down the counter, I blushed when I saw some of the Black superiority
items. Heather giggled as she chose a tight sleeveless low cut blouse that said
'There are 3 sizes. Small, Medium and BLACK!!' She gushed over a medallion in
the shape of Africa and then gasped at the huge ornaments along the wall. Some
went on Mailboxes and attached to front doors. One was a statuette of a giant
muscular nearly nude black male standing over a naked white woman on her knees
kissing his feet.

"Those are usually for lawn ornaments," Tiffanny explained with a smile. "I had
my husband put that on our front lawn a couple of years ago. The neighbors had
a fit for a while but then it quieted down, because I think there's a lot more
white women going Black than men want to admit."

Heather ran her hand longingly over the ebony muscles.

"Will you be looking at whips or punishment devices madame. My Master Jamahl
does all the correction now for our family but if you're just starting out..."

My wife chose a cane and a wicked looking tiny cat of nine tails, called a
genital whip before I was finally asked to pay for it. Still bound, blushing
from head to toe, I watched them use my credit card.

"Thank you madame," she said, ignoring me totally. "Would you like to lead him
out or change his outfit? If you're parked out back I have a side exit."

My wife shook her head reluctantly. "I love his look, but I suppose we have to
be discreet."

"Yes madame, I'll unfasten him." I realized it was only my wife's word that
would get me unfastened.

"Will you be at the meeting then?"

"Yes madame, I usually assist in the cuckold training room. You could make an
appointment to have his genital hair removed then if you wish."

"Well, why not. How do you do it?"

"Well, we only do it by plucking. It's very painful but it's a good initiation
for a cuckold. All the males benefit very much from it. And we have one or two
Black Masters who just love to watch us work on a white male, so it gets them
nice and ready to breed us, so really, I tell the males their suffering is to a
good purpose as well. I do highly recommend it, and I know there's an opening
in the schedule for one the next meeting."

My wife nodded but looked amusedly at my shocked expression. She made a
tentative appointment as I groaned inwardly. On the way home I tried to make
light of it, but she merely smiled. I knew she was serious.

(to be continued)

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