Spotted Him Red-Handed

Here’s a quick tale from some time ago. It really happened. Friday night, and I’d let him out for a shower to wash his bits. He headed off, but after a few minutes, I peeked round the door—and horror! There he was going at it with full force. He didn’t even register me until I yelled, calling him a disgusting pervert who couldn’t keep her hands off himself. His expression was gold. I kicked him out of the shower, told him to dry up and head to the bedroom. In he came for his fate: the iron maiden chastity device. Usually, it’s only on him for about half an hour because it’s so harsh. But I was furious over his wanking. I made him justify himself. He claimed he just wanted a real orgasm, not a ruined one. ‘I see,’ I said. ‘Let’s get this locked on you; soon enough, those dirty thoughts will be out of your head.’ I clamped it onto him and gently slid in the 8 mm narrow tube. Mmmmm, much better. It’ll stay until noon tomorrow… Oh, he was miserable—I had to put him in the spare room because of his constant grumbling. He WILL learn that his manhood belongs to me now, and only I get to play with it when I choose.