My new Cuckold Detention Center

I do believe it will be this weekend. I'm not sure if I'll be allowed my phone or not so I might not be able to post updates from the shed, but who knows...

Great thread, I'll be looking for updates.

corkyspot
Do they allow you food in there?
i have a small dick, but thats ok because its in a chastity cage :P

I was hoping for an update...

Please update us

Maybe he is still locked in there... Wifey moved on and is letting cucky have a very painful suffering death... Haha

Hi all. I'm alive and well. I had my phone taken away for a week while I was in the shed. They had gone through my phone and saw I was watching unapproved porno and my phone is my only access to the Internet.

I was given 2 gallons of water and twice I was delivered a bag of food. That consists of any food scraped from plates in the main house.

so... what can I say... that was an incredible experience. At 8 pm on Friday I had finished all my normal chores and was sitting at the table with the girls. We were talking about friends of ours who were going to be coming for a visit. My wife got up from the table and left the room for a moment. When she came back she walked up behind me and said to heflfriend "it's time." With that, Amanda took out a pair of handcuffs and asked me to stand up with my hands behind me. I did as instructed and felt the cuffs tighten around my wrists. My wife Serenity walked forward and slipped a ball gag in my mouth and a ***** chain and leash around my neck. i was led out of the house and walked the length of our field to the shed. Amanda unlocked the door and I was shoved inside. Once in, serenity passed the leash to amanda and took the chain off the wall. She wrapped it around my neck and fastened the heavy padlock. She stood in front of me and had me remove all my clothing. Amanda produced a blindfold and tied it around my head. The leash was unlined and with that my wife turned to me and said " it's now almost 9 pm. It's your bedtime now. Tomorrow we will bring you your food and water for the weekend. We might ***** in, so don't worry if we aren't in before you wake up.". I then heard her and amanda leave and lock the door.

I was alone. I couldn't see, I couldn't move my arms and I couldn't cry for help. I knew at that moment what it was like to truly have no control over anything. I was a hostage to my we and her lover and there was not a thing I could do nor a way I could escape if they didn't choose to release me...

Super hot!

Yes indeed
Wonderful that Amanda witnessed the act!

I quickly learned that when placed in isolation, time becomes meaningless. I sat alone on the makeshift bed. The weight and cold of the chain a constant reminder that I couldn't just leave. The sun was going down and the air got cooler. The bugs started finding their way through the cracksin the walls. The buzzing was constant and bored straight to my brain.

I lay on the straw that litters the floor of my shed when I thought I heard the faint sound of the house door. I strained to listen even though my hearing was already becoming hyper sensitive from my relatively short time alone... I heard a feminine laugh that most likely came from my wife. The next and last sounds I heard that night was that of the car leaving our driveway. I had no idea where they were going or when they would be back. I resigned myself to a long night spent swatting mosquitos.

I must have fallen asleep at some point because suddenly I was jolted awake by the bright, cruel sun and the sting of icy cold water biting my skin. I jumped up with a gasp to find amanda standing in the doorway with an empty bucket in her hand. She was back lit by the mid morning sun and appeared to be a radiant demon sent to drive me further from sanity. She stepped aside giggling to herself and allowed the beauty of my wife to fill my vision. She looked down on me with both pity and contempt. She saw the marks left by the incessant bugs and my feeble attempts at scratching the itch. She bent down and tended to my bites with calimine lotion. The relief was heaven sent and I basked in the attention she was giving me. As she finished up, Amanda returned with a gallon of water and a sack of food left over from the night before. She tossed it on the floor beside me. Serenity got up and put her arm around amanda. They looked down on me as I sat naked on the floor. I was completely humbled by the two small women in front of me.

Serenity turned to amanda and told her to let me out for a bit and then come back to the house. With that she turned and walked away. I was left alone with amanda staring at me with a look of contempt. She grabbed hold of my chain and hauled me to my feet. I stood where I was placed as she first attached a new chain around my neck and then removed the first one. I was led out into the open where the sun was now burning bright and hot. I was tethered to a post and the sun was climbing ever higher. Amanda slipped back into the shed. I turned to watch as she slid down her jeans and panties and began to urinate on my bed. She smiled as she finished up,giving her bum a wiggle to shake off any remaining drops. She saw me staring at her and motioned me over to her. I quickly moved towards my wife's girlfriend and when I was in reach she took hold of my chain and made me kneel in front of her. Take a good look, she said as she lifted her right leg high in the air. "And while you look, lick me clean you piece of *****" I lapped at her vagina taking pleasure in being a lower this close to her. Once finished, I was led back outside and the door to the shed was closed and locked. I was left out in the hot sun, chained naked to a post while I watched amanda wrap her arms around my wife and give her a long, deep kiss before slipping into the air conditioned comfort of what was once my home...

awesome

Damn! :D

Whoa...this is hot.

The sun beat upon my bare skin as I sat naked on the lawn. The blades of grass both poking and tickling me. I could feel my skin starting to get uncomfortably warm and knew if I didn't find some shelter I would be burnt to a crisp in no time. My chain allowed a very limited radius but I managed to find temporary relief under a birch tree. It wouldn't last however, as the sun was climbing ever higher in the cloudless blue sky. I was staring at my home across the field when I first heard, then saw, a car pull into the driveway. I had never seen it before. A black Lexus LS 430. The car stopped in beside Serenitys Jeep and a tall man got out. I was quite a distance away, but the look of his clothes, the car and the way he walked up to the door let me know that he was a man's man... and he was clearly here to see the girls. My wife answered the door and I saw him lean down and kiss her square on the mouth. It looked quite like they knew eachother well. The man disappeared inside and I looked up again at the sun. I knew I was gonna be forgotten about and that there was a real risk of dehydration if I stayed like this for long... ive noticed that when you have nowhere to go and nothing to do because you are chained to a building, you tend to ***** a lot. That's where I found myself when the knives started cutting my skin again. I jumped up in shock, lost my ballance and fell down on the ground again. I looked up to see manda standing with an empty but dripping bucket in her hands. That fucking bitch hates me. She will do anything to get some sort of reaction from me. It's why serenity gets her to keep me broken. She enjoys it. She was laughing whole heartedly at me now. Scared, confused and lying in the dirt. She grabbed hold of my chain and hauled me to my feet. I was dragged back towards the shed and stood quietly as she opened the door and let me in. She unlocked the chain and told me to sit in the corner on my bed. The one she had. So recently defiled. It was a mercy to be out of the sun, but inside the shed was stifling. The humidity was close to 100% and my whole body was bathed in sweat. The pain full but refreshingly icy chill of my wakeup call long gone. I looked over at manda, sitting in the lone chair. She looked angry. It couldn't have been at me, I couldn't possibly have done anything wrong! She lit a cigarette and slowly smoked it. Exhaling in my direction and taunting me with the smell of tobacco. I hadnt smoked since the day before and as a 20 year smoker, this defiantly qualified as cruel punishment. Finally she spoke. It seems the gentleman that arrived is a new Beau that serenity had been seeing for a few months now. And seeing him alone. Normally the girls select men and have sex with them when the craving for Cock comes around. This was different. She was dating this guy. Manda was hurt and angry and jealous and it was clear I was going to be taking the brunt of her feelings. She got up and flicked her smoldering but at me. I panicked and started swatting at it for fear the straw would catch fire. She smirked and started setting up a 4x4 that spanned the width of the room. Once in place I was bent at the waist with the 4x4 across my chest, arms flat along its surface. She began to strap me to the piece of lumber. A strap at each wrist, elbow and shoulder. I waited for the pain to start... she was mumbling to herself as she slipped a ball gag in my mouth. Once secured she stepped back and I began to hear what she was saying. She was having a dialogue with serenity. Saying that she's just using her and she doesn't really love her. It was with that statement I felt the first white hot pain of her switch. A long slender willow stick she kept by the door. Again she hit me and again the flash of white. I lost track of how many times she whipped me. I was screaming against the gag in my mouth. Finally she stopped. Thankfully for me, I had gone numb some minutes before. My legs were barely keeping me up at this point and I didn't know what was happening behind me, but I heard the rustle and clicks of a harness being fastened and tightened. I groaned from behind the gag. I struggled in vain against the bite of the straps holding me to the board. I heard her squirting lube into her hand and then there it was... she shoved her finger in my ass and got me slicked up. This wasn't for my comfort, but simply so she could fuck me hard and fast and deep. Trying to crush her insecurities with each thrust. She was grunting behind me like a man. It was primal... she grabbed my hair, yanking my head back and straining the bonds that kept me there. I was in awe at the strength she displayed because manda is just a slip of a woman. I realized at this point I was being ****d. She took pleasure from my muffled screams of pain and terror. I felt myself loosing control of my thoughts and slip into a numbing blackness. I could still feel and I knew what was gaping, but now it was like it was someone else. That wasn't me strapped there being ass ****d by a 110 lbs woman. It couldn't be... she achieved orgazam I heard it. A gutteral shreak emanating from her belly and a final thrust so hard and deep I vomited. I heaved bile onto the floor, my stomach contracting as she withdrew her penis from deep inside me. I ****** on tge taste in my mouth and the burning in my throat as she undid the straps. I collapse to the floor in a heap sobbing quietly. I had been beaten, ****d, ****** and used. I was completely defeated. Just a hollow husk. I reached behind myself and felt the swollen opening of my an us. My fingers came back streaked with *****. She had torn me in her frenzy. I looked up at her. She looked calm now. Almost softer... she dropped a bottle of water as she turned to leave. "Thanks." She said as the door swung closed. I hear the lock click shut and with tat, a smile came to my face. She thanked me! I felt overjoyed even as the pain of my burn and the whipping and **** started to flood my brain. I laid down on the straw and started to realize what Stockholm Syndrome really was...

What's with all the stars instead of words like c h o k e d ? :s

What will Amanda do next?

would love to hear the latest

Yep, please update us with more...

Have not heard from you in awhile... have you been spending time outside

Perhaps Amanda has him in her clutches?

Awesome story!

What's with all the asterisks? Surely that's not censorship mr big....

I'm sorry everyone. I'm in the middle of a depo cycle and haven't had much desire to be on lately. By next month I should start showing up more.

bill

Hopefully you come back soon.... miss the updates

Anything new to tell?
Thanx

I just had a shed put up I'm the backyard there is plenty of room for me to suggest to my wife its a great place to lock me away while she does anything she wants. Can't wait to be locked away and neglected

Please tell us more

corky... whats the latest update???

Yes, has Amanda been back to get you

This idea of a cuckold detention room has so many possibilities. You know there are alot of married couples who practice cuckolding in a more, vanilla, way. Not all women want to humiliate their husbands. Not all women want their husbands around while they are with other men. Simple cuckolding doesn't have to be ***********, clean-up, fluffing, etc. I'm sure many traditional couples and women want to have lovers, but are turned off by the exteme "scene" I mean the cuckolds in this type marriage are their husbands, ****** of their ********, lifelong friends.
That's why the concept of a detention room is appealing. If the lady of the house could find a spot in the basement, or in the garage, the shed, where her cuckold husband could be locked away while she descreatly entertains. I've known a slave/cuckold whose wife locked him in a dog cage whenever she went out on a date, and sometimes that date was upstairs in their house. For safety purposes he had his cell phone in case of an emergency. They even had a time lock, she could set the time when the lock would automatically unlock. If she thought she might be out all night, she'd set the lock for say 7:00 in the morning so he could get out of the cage and go to work.
She also of course locked his cock in a CD device so he couldn't play with it.
My friend told me that quite often he would be locked in the cage all night. As for bathroom facilities, there was a funnel with a tube that led to the floor drain. His wife did indeed use a baby monitor so he could hear the activity in the bedroom, but that was seldom. Most of her dates were elsewhere. Her boyfriends never knew that her husband was locked up in the basement, or at home locked up. To them, they were just screwig a married woman.

Just imagine this conversation "Hurry home dear, I have to meet Phil by 6:00 and I need to get you locked up before I go."

Yes. Lots of possibilities.

Bill went Mia...
Win some...
Lose some...
Few are rained out