The solution that I found to help my sexually self-indulgent husband is as old as infidelity: a chastity device. The idea first occurred to me when I came to realize that my husband was never going to learn to control himself on his own. I dare say that no man can, without constant supervision, and who among us has the time for that? No, we all know the truth: men are impish, immmature and impulsive by nature. When the blood flows to their organ, they can't prevent themselves from doing what feels good -- playing with themselves. It's up to us to discipline and control them. It took me a while to find the kind of device I was looking for. There are a number of male chastity devices that prevent self-stimulation, but I wanted something that would control his erections without being too bulky; something that I could secure under his clothes to work, as well as around the house. I took him to the upscale sex toy shop in our neighborhood and discussed my options with the store's proprietress. After considering various cage-like devices (how medieval!), I decided on a simple leather chastity belt with locking buckles. I purchased the belt and took him into the dressing room to truss him up. The belt worked perfectly. The small leather straps tethered his penis firmly in place, while allowing him to It consists of a small downward-curved metal tube attached to a handcuff-like bracelet and clasp at the back. When I put it on my husband, the difficult part is forcing his flaccid organ into the tube so that the tip of his organ pokes out the other end of the tube. The bracelet then fits around the base of his organ and scrotum and locks into place. When I have locked the device on him, there is no way for my husband to remove it--and there is no way he can become erect. The tube is simply too narrow, and it holds him in a downward-pointing position. The first real test of the device came about a week after it was purchased. I was going to be going out with my boyfriend while my husband did chores at home. This was a situation which had usually spelled trouble in the past. My husband has always had a very difficult time keeping himself under control when he knows I am out on a romantic date. Before getting ready for my date I put the device on him, then he helped me bathe and get dressed, and then he brushed my hair and polished my nails--the usual things he always helps me with when I go out. Hours later, after a pleasant and very satisfying evening at my boyfriend's apartment, I returned, eager to see if the device had passed its test. To both my delight and to the relief of my husband, it had worked like a charm. No arousal, no dripping, nothing. But then when I took it off him, my husband sprang to attention ready to provide me some further pleasure before I went to bed. At first, my hubby said the chastity device was quite uncomfortable, but he has gotten used to it over time--which is good, because he wears it a lot. He also no longer complains about being put into it. At first, he protested quite a bit--although, of course, his protests were simply met by me with the statement that if he hadn't disobeyed so many times this wouldn't have been necessary. But after just a short time he started to really appreciate being put into it when I went out. I think he understands that without it he can't really stop himself from playing with himself and having ejaculations without permission. And he's such a sweetie that he does want to be good--and the chastity device helps him obey, and he knows that, and so now he actually thanks me for using it to help him be good. My success with the device also quickly made me the envy of all my friends--who, like me, were tired of having to punish their husbands so much for playing with themselves. I invited a group of them over to my house soon after beginning to use the device. My husband first served us some snacks while I explained about the device, then had him hold up his apron and pull down his panties so my friends could all get a good look at how it worked. When they saw his limp little diddle in its shiny metal tube, and when they saw that an arousal response was impossible, they were tremendously impressed (not to mention quite amused!). As one of my friends said at the time "It must be so nice to be able to leave in the morning or go out at night knowing for sure that your husband will not be doing anything disobedient with his peenie while you're out. I still always have to worry about my hubbie playing with himself, even though he's probably gotten fifty spanking for exactly that offense." Not surprisingly, this friend, and all the others at my house that day, have now started similar treatment of their own husbands. The really biggest test of the device came just last month. My friend Sarah and I arranged with our boyfriends to go away for a weekend. As we left, Sarah and I locked our husbands into their devices. We simply could not have trusted our husbands enough to have left them alone for that long before using the devices. But now we were able to go away and enjoy ourselves without worrying about what we'd find when we got home. When we returned, relaxed and satisfied, we were met by our adoring and devoted husbands with smiles on their faces and without any signs of guilt or shame about having disobeyed. The device has also paid dividends in one way which I hadn't anticipated. You see, before getting the device, my hubby was subject to premature ejaculations (a "prejacker", as Sarah calls it). A few times this happened even before I got my clothes off, and it was a habit that made neither of us very happy. Now, however, when hubby and I get amorous, I know he'll be staying completely in control no matter how prolonged the foreplay. Our usual routine now is that most nights he'll give me a nicely relaxing and arousing full body massage, and then satisfy me orally. But occasionally, if I'm in the mood, I'll get out the key to the device (he get's so excited when he sees me getting the key--it's just really adorable) and unlock him. Almost immediately he's ready to perform. So as you can see, I couldn't be more pleased with the results, and even my husband is thankful for the help he's received from this clever little device. And whatever its proper name, what my friends and I call it is "peace of mind."