Dildoe Punishment for My Cheating Husband

When I caught my sneak of a husband cheating on me the per­fect solution was suggested by a very strong-willed friend of mine. After slipping a drug in his drink we got to work. What we put his disgusting organ into was a hard, clear plastic penis. There was no way he was going to get out of it. Both the plastic penis and sack had tiny holes near the base for hygenic purposes. When he took a bath both would fill with water and then drain when he got out.

The punishment was obvious. While I would enjoy the pleasures of a nine inch dick, my husband would get no relief. In fact as I would use him he would feel no sensation at all. And while they would always be in plain sight he could not touch them.

When he woke he was absolutely furious, but there wasn't much he could do as we had his arms tightly manacled behind him and his legs tied to the posts. I calmly explained to George that his organs were permanently locked, or as perma­nent as I wanted them to be. I could remove them, I said, but that would come only at the end of the year and  only if he showed me that he was a changed man. I lied of course. I had no idea of how to take it off nor did my friend. We figured it was possible, but that was too far in the future to even care about. He couldn't do anything as we took turns mounting him again and again. How horribly humiliating it was for him, and how tortuous. For he actually had a hard on, which he couldn't feel or do anything about. In an hour he was reduced to begging pitifully to "finish him off." Why that's just notpossible dear, I told him, even if I wanted to. However Judy with a wicked smile said that there was one way.

He watched wide-eyed as she strapped on a large dildo and asked me to turn him over. Now he was pleading with me not to let Judy do what he knew she was about to. As she lubricated his ass and began to insert it, Judy told me not to pay any attention to him. It would hurt the first dozen times, but after that he would become addicted to it whether he wanted to or not.

She was right. At first he screamed bloody murder, but his screams soon turned to moans of pleasure as he relaxed, and by the time he filled his plastic penis (The hole at the end was always closed with a screw when he was going to be allowed to come) his emotions were quite out of control.

Judy was also right in that by the end of the month he was addicted to it. At that point, as she suggested, I refused to use the dildoe on him unless he strapped it on me himself, and then kissed it. It was a humiliating sight and one I thoroughly enjoyed. There were other things that could add to his humili­ation I found. His now bulging pant made a nice display that when we were in company left the women envious of me, and the obvious stares and attention his crotch got from them kept him very embar­rassed and shamed.

Then there were times when I strapped a butt plug on him. It excited him with each step he took, and I often sent him to work this way. In the same vein his reaction when I shoved a vibrating anal plug up him was a real sight. With his hands tied behind him and his ankles to wrists he strained, moan­ed and bucked on the bed as the plug brought him a slow, tortuous relief, if I felt like it. If he was being punished I kept it on low for an hour or two and then shut it off. His look of absolute agony when I did was simply wonderful.