The bedroom was softly lit, the glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the room. Twenty-eight-year-old Peter adjusted his tie nervously in the mirror, glancing back over his shoulder at his wife, Victoria. She was seated at her vanity, her tight red dress draped over the back of the chair as she idly applied some blush. “I really don’t feel like going tonight,” she said with a sigh, setting the brush down an...

Peter’s eyes fluttered open as the soft morning light filtered through the blinds, casting faint golden patterns across the room. His hand instinctively drifted down towards his waist, only to be met by the cold, unyielding steel of the chastity belt locked tightly around him. A wave of frustration mixed with helpless arousal washed over him as he felt the persistent pressure against his painfully hard cock. He longed for...