Chasity Story
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Chasity Story
Wearing the chastity belt for a year had been harder to bear
than I'd expected. I mean, I was skeptical about it when she
first suggested it, saying that she wanted me to wear it for
a year to demonstrate my devotion to her, but as she slowly
talked me into it I managed to convince myself that it couldn't
be all that bad, especially since I'd know it would be removed
eventually. I hadn't realized how frustrated I could get, or
that frustration could actually drive me to tears.
"I really want you to do this," she'd said. "I want to know
that you're this serious about our relationship. Please,
honey, if you want me to be your Mistress, I want to know
that you can take being dominated for a long time without a
break."
"You mean you want to test me," I said, not sure whether to
feel hurt or not.
"Um, yes, I do. Look, honey, do you really know that you
really want to be committed to being my slave? Do you really
know that you won't get bored with it someday and want to
change things? Because I'll love you even if you're not my
slave, but if we're going to try to be serious about this
D/s thing, I do want to know it's going to work. So yes,
I am saying I want to test you."
"Uh, yeah, I see your point. But a whole year? I mean,
admittedly the idea has intense fantasy potential, but ..."
"Dear, it would also please me and excite me to know that
I had you locked up." She gave me that sly smile that
always sets butterflies swarming in my stomach. I think
she knows it has that effect on me. "I'd enjoy," she
drew out the word 'enjoy' deliciously, "I'd enjoy knowing
just how frustrated you were getting. I'd love knowing
all the time, even when we're apart, that you're my slave
and that you're suffering for me." She was getting turned
on talking about it, and, well, seeing her get turned on
does things to me.
"What if I can't take it?" I asked nervously. "And does
the chastity belt really work like they say? I mean, is
it really practical for wearing such a long time?"
"I'll have the key, honey. If we absolutely have to take
it off, we can. But I really want you to wear it the whole
year."
We talked like that off and on for a couple weeks. I reread
all my old wanking material that mentioned male chastity
devices. She made sure I knew how much the idea excited
her. Eventually, trembling, I agreed. That night she locked
the thing on me. It was a week after her birthday.
It was deliciously exciting to have her lock me up, knowing
that I couldn't free myself and knowing that the plan was for
me to wear the harness and be deprived of my manhood for twelve
long months. Fear mingled with excitement, my fantasies and
my nervousness played tag, and with my heart all aflutter I
stood there and let her tuck me into the device and lock it
on my body.
That night she played with me, and the frustration was spice
added to our lovemaking. She was very gentle, stroking me
here and there, and I made tender love to her with my hands
and my tongue. It was frustrating not to be touched on my
penis, not even to be able to get hard, but it was the kind
of frustration that can be fun in bondage. "This isn't so
bad," I thought, "This is kind of fun. A year is a long
time, but at least I know the end date."
Over the next few weeks, the frustration stopped being so
much fun, but it wasn't too bad. My desires, being thwarted,
diminished, and that made the chastity belt easier to bear.
I got used to washing with it on, managing to get enough
soapy water to run under it to keep me clean. I got used
to the way it felt under my clothes at work and slowly,
oh so slowly, started becoming less self-conscious about
it. I got used to sitting down to pee. And I got used
to seeing the chastity belt locked on me when I looked in
the mirror or looked down at myself.
I almost convinced myself that I really didn't mind pleasing
her without being able to take the same kind of pleasure.
I almost convinced myself that the feel and taste of her
pussy when I went down on her, or the wonderfull sounds she
made, didn't have to result in my dick painfully trying to
get hard within its prison and my mind feeling as trapped
as my penis by my lack of release. Almost.
After a month I was starting to feel a little crazy. "I'm
not sure whether I can stand this, love."
"Oh, is it really that bad? You've gone longer without sex
before, haven't you?"
"Well yeah, but I could masturbate then."
"Um. Think of it as a challenge. See whether you can master
your desires. Do it for me, honey? Please?"
I gulped. "I think I can manage a little longer, but jeez,
this is starting to drive me crazy!"
After three months, I was getting a little irritable. I was
also constantly trying to think of ways I could get even a
little stimulation on my cock. I was sure that the slightest
touch there would trigger release.
"Dear, I really don't want to unlock you yet, but it's not
fair that you do all these wooonderful things to me and I'm
not doing much back. Hmm. How do you feel about being
fucked in the ass?"
Desparate for anything, I said, "Yes, please Mistress!"
"Honey, I want to hear you beg for it."
The next half hour was thoroughly embarrassing.
I was so incredibly turned on when she started spreading the
lube in my ass! And when she started pushing the strap-on
against my opening, I was in heaven! Oh rapture, oh delight!
As she fucked me, my pleasure built and built ... and so did
my desire for more, more, more. But never release. My cock
hurt, pressing against its confinement unable to become erect.
At the time the pain merely added to the delicious feast of
sensations.
Eventually she tired and stopped, grinning a grin that would
set fire and ice chasing each other around your soul if you
saw it. And I actually howled in frustration, banging my head
against the pillows and crying.
I eventually calmed down, managed to relax and sleep. And
a month and a half later, desparate, even though I knew it
would leave me weeping in frustration again, I kelt before her
and begged her again to please fuck me in the ass. And again
I flew on winds of sensation, only to come crashing down again,
weeping and thrashing in frustration.
She'd given me some new rules while I was begging, little
things to make our roles of Mistress and slave a bit more
formal, and I'd agreed to them. Our relationship was getting
a little more intense.
The next time I begged her to fuck me, she refused. She made
me wait a week after I got so desparate that I was ready to
beg. Oh, I still got to touch her, to enjoy her cries and moans
of pleasure as I licked and nibbled. And swats from her riding
crop when my own frustration and desire carried me away and I
got a bit too enthusiastic, bit too hard, or went too fast.
Finally she asked me to wear her collar for a week. To work.
I was shocked. I was scared. But I said yes, and she fucked
me in the ass. That Monday I went into the office skittish
as a kitten at the dog pound. I got a few raised eyebrows,
and one or two kind comments. The real teasing didn't start
until Tuesday.
The time after that she locked the collar on and added a tag
saying "Property of...". It's only come off when I've had to
wear a tie since then.
"Mistress, I don't think I can take this any longer! I'm going
mad, I'm so frustrated, I mean sometimes it's just so intense
and fantastic and exciting, but then I start to get excited and
I can't get hard and it gets frustrating again. I love you and
I love being dominated by you and I love feeling trapped and I
even love the frustration but I'm not sure I'm strong enough
to take this."
"Oh, but you don't have to be strong enough, darling. That's what
the lock is there for." She smiled so sweetly, and caressed my
face so tenderly that I calmed down immediately, hanging on her
every word. "I really want you to do this for me. Do you think
you can manage now?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said, much calmer, "I think I can. Please
forgive me for ... my weakness."
"Oh, honey, I know it's not easy. It's not supposed to be easy.
Knowing how hard it is for you, knowing that you're suffering
excites me." I swallowed and she continued. "As a matter of fact,
I'm excited now, and I think I want to fuck your cute little slave
ass again."
Things changed a little after that. Instead of making me wait
until I was ready to beg for it and then making me wait some more,
she started fucking me in the ass more often, at her whim. That
meant I didn't have to beg, and in some ways it made the frustration
a little easier to bear, but in other ways it made it harder,
because getting fucked excited me so. I think she knew exactly
what she was doing.
New rules ... I was her sex toy, to be used however she wanted
whenever she wanted, no matter my mood or how tired I was. Well,
if she'd wanted to she could have done that earlier. Still, by
then it was a lot easier to get into the mood when she decided
she wanted me. At first it was just another neat dimension to
our game. Eventually I started feeling that I no longer had any
rights to my own body. That was both scary and fantastic. And
the frustration continued.
In the last few months, I settled down a bit and started coming
to grips more with my situation. I got better at handling the
frustration, better and not letting it get in the way of my
enjoyment of pleasures sexual and otherwise. Perhaps knowing
that most of my "sentence" had passed helped.
The last month she removed the key from its hiding place and
started wearing it around her neck. "The year's almost up,"
she'd say, "and it looks like you've passed my test. Are
you glad? Are you happy to know you can take being my slave,
so we can make our relationship permanent?"
Yes yes, oh yes I was glad. And thankfull for her reminder
that though my year of chastized hell was nearly over, it was
not the ending of the dominance I loved, but the marking of
our knowing it would endure.
But oh, how I looked forward to the day when the infernal
device would be removed from my manhood and I could have the
orgasm I'd been waiting a year for. How I longed to thrust
deep into her and feel her warm cunt gripping my shaft. I
could afford to let myself think these thoughts, now that the
time of my release was in sight. Every time I saw the key
dangling between her breasts on its chain, I licked my lips.
So yes, wearing the chastity belt for a year had been much
harder than I'd imagined, but I'd survived it. I'd held out
for a year, I'd passed her test, I'd proved to myself as well
that I could bear such torment. I'd thought to beg her for
release, but I'd never thought to use my safeword to escape.
And tonight, a week after her birthday, it had been a year.
She led me to our bedroom, lit several candles, and tied me
to the bed, muttering sweet compliments to me the whole time,
stroking me as she would a cat. A bowl of ice sat on the
bedside table, alongside a couple of neatly folded towels.
A glass of something clear sat on the dresser with a plate
resting on top of it. She stripped, while I watched,
licking my lips, then straddled my face. "Eat me."
When she tired of that, she sat astride my belly, idly
stroking my nipples. "You made it," she said. "It's
been a year."
"Do you want to continue to be my slave after this?"
"Yes, Mistress, I do!" I was excited beyond belief, and
as much in love with her as the day she'd first proposed
locking me up.
She smiled, that delicious slow grin, and said, "Good.
Because I want to keep you! I don't want it to be a game.
We've been playing pretty seriously, but we've both known
there was a time limit. Now I know you can handle that
kind of intensity for a long time. Do you want it? Do
you want to continue permanently as my slave? This deep?"
"Yes, Mistress! Anything! I am yours!"
I swear she started breathing harder and sweating a little.
"I want this to be real. I want you to get a tatoo saying
you're my slave. And I want to get married, and I want you
to take my name instead of the other way around. And I want
to know that I can continue to use you whenever I want, to
punish you whenever I want, even to lock you up when I want,
from now on."
My heart raced. I was frightened to make such a comittement
with no time limit, but I'd already found that I could not
only handle being dominated full time but even enjoy it even
as I sufferred. "Yes, Mistress. I consent. I want that
too."
"Do you want it enough to give up your safeword?"
"Yesss! I am _all_ yours, my love!"
She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately,
rocking her hips, scooting back so she was rubbing herself
against the edge of my chastity belt. "Oh God, how I love
you. And you're Mine!" She reached back and stroked my
thighs, then leaned forward to lick my nipples, the key on
its chain brushing against my chest. I panted, I moaned,
I called out my love for her.
Finally she stopped, picked up the key, and said, "Well, it's
time to deal with this, no?"
She removed the chain from around her neck. She removed the
key from the chain. She went to the glass of clear liquid
on the dresser and uncovered it. "A toast," she said, "to
your showing me you could pass my test!" She lifted the
glass, and the key.
And she dropped the key into the glass, where it fizzed and
foamed and slowly dissolved.
My heart fell. Actually, I think it stopped. She watched my
face, grinning, as I lay there disbelieving.
"I have a soldering iron in the bedside table," she said very
quietly. "I'm going to fill the keyhole with solder. You're
mine forever, my love."
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The following represents my experiences with both chastity and pain. Sometimes things get started
and get out of hand. I hope you appreciate it.
I thought your readers might want to hear of a real life experience with a chastity belt that is still going on.
My wife and I have been married for 21 years and for the last 15 years I have been locked in a chastity belt
with her holding the only keys. This began when I gave my wife a locking cage so she would not worry
when I was out of town (which was often). We upgraded the gage to a stainless steal, full-fledged belt,
twelve years ago. At that time it cost $300 and I have heard they are considerably more expensive today.
Until about seven years ago I was allowed some escape from my confinement when she was in the mood.
Those times became fewer and fewer over the next couple of years. Then, on my 50th birthday, almost six
years ago, she told me she was going to give me a retirement present I would never forget. I told her I still
had 15+ years to go before I retired and she was a little early.
She answered my by saying, "You won't get unlocked until that party and I'm sure you will feel it the
greatest present in the world by then".
With my birthday coming up soon, it will be six years since I have been released and have nine more to go.
The funny thing is that although I get quite horny servicing her with my hands and mouth, I love her as
much today as when we were married. I guess I am submissive and don't mind her being in charge of my
private parts.
One thing does come from wearing a foolproof chastity belt, many embarrassing moments.
For those who want to explore a life of chastity, be prepared for the following.
And just to add a few more, in the name of "good natured fun".
Finally, some of the one liners I now get consistently.
The only saving grace comes next month when her belt arrives. We have decided that what's good for the
gander is also good for the goose, after much argument. What she doesn't know is that I have planned a
"locking on" ceremony in our family room and have invited everyone who knows about my belt. Should
be 10-12 people attending. I also plan on taking a vote as to whether I should have hairbrush application
rights also and if a demonstration is in order.
For all of this we have a good marriage, even if it does appear kinky to some, and I wouldn't change it for
the world. For those who haven't tried forced chastity, you will never know how close two people can
become in ways other than sex.
If it were up to me, I would pass a law that made all people getting married exchange keys as well as rings
at the marriage ceremony.
My wife's belt arrived and fit like a glove. Form the outside it appears exactly like the one I wear; a steel
waistband with a shield that drops from the front and is attached to the back of the belt with two strong
steel chains. Like mine the lock is on the front and constructed so that it cannot even be cut off. The
locking pins on the belt prevent any lateral movement of the shield insuring that the ability to play with or
insert anything into her private parts is impossible.
Unlike my belt, that contains an internal tube to encase my penis, hers has a slit about bout three eighths of
an inch wide to allow her to urinate without removing the device. Both belts are lined on the inside with
neoprene rubber that allows for extended wear without undo discomfort.
On the day it arrived she told me that she wanted one more oral licking before she was locked up. After
she was satisfied the belt was locked on. Ann didn't say much for almost a week. She then began to
express a desire for release. Her reason was that the small slit in the front constantly made it feel as though
someone was playing, ever so gently, with her and causing her to become aroused.
Since I have been encased in my tube, and have had years of being in a state of partial erection, her
complaints fell upon deaf ears.
The following weekend I invited her sisters over for dinner and her grand unveiling. Ann got the same
treatment from them that had been given to me when they discovered my enforced chastity. After dinner
we all assembled in the front room. I went into the bedroom with Ann. I had her put on a short top and
made sure that that was all she had on, other than the belt, when we entered the front room. She was beet
red with embarrassment as she walked in. The in-laws were quite pleased with her new attire.
"Seems fair", was the most common comment.
I didn't have to say anything for the second part of my day to occur. All four of her sisters and the one
sister-in law brought up the subject of the hairbrush. Ann complained loudly that she didn't agree to being
spanked, especially in front of everyone in the room. Everyone seemed to agree that since I had received
many a well tanned backside to go along with my chastity belt the rules for both of us should be the same.
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