The Provocateur

Philip's heart hammered against his ribs as Kayla's footsteps echoed down the hallway. He'd been caught red-handed, his laptop still open to the porn site he'd promised her he wouldn't visit. Three months of pledges, three months of swearing he'd changed, and here he was again like a fucking addict.

The bedroom door slammed shut behind her, and then... silence.

He sat frozen at his desk, waiting for the storm. Usually she'd unleash that sharp tongue of hers, maybe bend him over her knee, or make him kneel in the corner until his legs cramped. But this time, nothing. Just the sound of her heels clicking away down the hall.

Minutes stretched into an eternity. His cock, which had been hard from the videos, now hung limp with dread. What was she planning? Kayla's creative punishments were legendary, but her silence was worse than any screaming match.

When she finally returned, Philip's breath caught in his throat. She carried a black leather contraption in her hands, stainless steel gleaming against the dark material. The belt looked medieval, all straps and buckles and cold metal that promised absolute control.

"Stand up," she commanded, her voice eerily calm. "Strip."

Philip's hands shook as he pulled off his clothes. His wife's eyes raked over his naked body with clinical detachment, like she was examining a problem that needed solving.

"You can't keep your word," she stated matter-of-factly, approaching with the device. "So I'm going to keep it for you."

The leather felt cool against his skin as she positioned the belt around his waist. Her fingers worked the buckles with practiced efficiency, adjusting the fit until it hugged him perfectly. The front straps came next, cradling his cock and balls in an embrace of steel and leather that left no room for argument.

"Kayla, please—"

"Quiet." She tested the fit, her touch impersonal now, checking that everything sat properly. "You've proven you can't control yourself. So now I will."

The final click of the lock sent electricity through his entire body. His cock tried to swell against the restraint, but the steel held firm, denying him even the beginning of arousal. The belt pressed against him with every breath, a constant reminder of her authority.

"This stays on until I decide you've learned your lesson," she announced, stepping back to admire her work. "No touching, no relief, no breaking promises."

Philip tested the device instinctively, finding no give in the unforgiving steel. His wife smiled for the first time since catching him, a predatory expression that made his confined cock pulse uselessly.

"Now let's see how long your willpower really lasts."

• Material: PU Leather, Medical-grade Silicone
• Color: Black
• Waistline Dimensions: 29.52" - 46.46" Adjustable
• Prick Straps: 7.68"
• O-Ring: 1.57"
• Ships with: 1 Leather Underpants