Forced Chastity Belt Stories
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Forced Chastity Belt Stories
This story begins with a German male, named Martin:
First, congratulations that someone who speaks German has
concerned himself with chastity belts. Second, a criticism you are
probably unable to remedy: loading your page at this time is a true
test of patience...
Nevertheless I am very interested in information about chastity belts
for women, because I am very turned on by them. I even knew a couple in
the local SM scene of which the woman wore a chastity belt of which the
waistband had been welded shut (of course, the crotch-strap was not).
Furthermore, I have corresponded, through the net, with a woman who has
been locked in a chastity belt since last October (1996).
I asked him for more information, especially about the problem of
pregnancy or what happens if they break off the relationship in the case
of the woman with the fixed waist band. He answered:
It has been a while since our last contact, time flies ...
Which is why I have not spoken to the woman locked in the chastity belt since
October. She wears a Tollyboy, without the secondary shield though,
because it posed unbearable hygiene problems. Unbearable because she is really
locked in her belt continuously. Her husband is often away for weeks at a
time! It is only after her period that he unlocks her for a thorough
bathing and simultaneous cleaning of the belt. The first time she was locked
in the belt with the secondary shield resulted in a bloodbath when her period
came. She had to endure it for several days because of his absence.
I will try to persuade her to let you
publish the e-mail she sent me on your homepage. I believe she knows your
page (and she complains about its slowness). When she contacts you she will
use an alias like Anni or something like it.
The other woman with the welded waistband, is still married. They sent
me a belated Christmas card. When I got the card, I gave them a call.
She is still wearing the waistband, but only rarely, and mostly during the
weekends, is the crotch locked up.
Obviously the attraction of the chastity belt has
diminished (a pity really). She is still wearing the waistband because it
would have to be destroyed forever to be removed. And, she has become
accustomed to the pressure of it over the past years. She says that she
can not remember how it feels to take a real deep breath because of the
enforced hour glass figure. It does however have one advantage in
that it diminishes appetite
(Martina keeps her weight without any problem since she started wearing the
belt).
She has worn the band for 5 years now and will only have it removed
when she is certain that she is pregnant but has no ambitions in that
respect. She knows however that she would have it opened when the rubber lining
wears out. Luckily she seldom has skin problems. The belt is lined with
neoprene-rubber that shows no sign of wear yet in spite of occasional visits
to the sauna. Because the idea of something so permanent is attractive to
both of them they are thinking of having bands welded close on Martina's
wrists.
With all this I start fantasizing again and consider whether I
would find it erotic if Martina's, or even better a woman belonging to me,
crotch-strap were also welded shut... What feelings could emerge over the
years ...
Talk to you soon, best wishes, will contact Anni,
Then Anni mailed me. The following is an excerpt of her first mail to
me:
I know that it is almost impossible to get info about women wearing a
chastity belt. I therefore want to help extend the information available
on this subject.
The few pieces one finds on the net or in books about women in chastity
belts are mostly written from a mans perspective and mostly completely
neglect the feelings of the women.
Nevertheless, I believe that a lot of women own and wear a belt at least
occasionally. The reasons may be many and I would like to know what
variety of reasons exists. Many women probably wear one only to
please their husband or boyfriend and are glad to take it off after only
a few hours or even minutes. People who do that know nothing about
wearing a chastity belt in everyday life.
Only after having worn a chastity
belt up to two weeks, without the smallest interruption, can one
really know what (s)he is talking about: then
one has experienced at least part of the problems and feelings involved.
Finally a request. I would be very interested to know about women who
were or are forced to wear a chastity belt. What are their feelings?
Can they cope with the situation? How do they manage health and hygiene
problems. It is not that I condone forced chastity - on the contrary.
As I wear my belt of free will, I cannot put myself in the position of those
who are forced. But I really would like to know.
About the really gruesome
method of preserving chastity, infibulation, surprisingly a lot is known.
I am surprised that the subject chastity belt is so neglected. I would be
very interested if you had, or could get, any info on this. For me the
chastity belt has already become for an interesting part a
life-experience and I would like to inform myself about this subject as
much as possible.
here follows the story about my experience with the chastity belt. I have
added them below.
I have divided the story into three chapters. Each chapter covering
another period. Also I have added some headings to structure the large
quantity of text.
When reading the story you will find that it needs to be continued. I will
write it once I have gather new experiences. That may not be until after a
few months. If you are interested, I will send you the new texts.
1. Chapter: first experiences with my chastity belt
Some time ago it occurred to me that a longer period of complete
chastity, I thought about half a year or so, would very much enrich my
experience. With chastity I especially mean, the avoidance of masturbation.
Because my husband is away from home a lot, I do not have intercourse a lot,
adultery is, for me, not in question.
I could not however, suppress my desire for masturbation with just my
mind. I have tried several times, but failed each time after a very short
while. Mostly it started with my tenderly, often unwittingly, touching my
vagina with my fingers. Often this touching ended with orgasm.
A (girl) friend gave me the idea of wearing a chastity belt. She
jokingly remarked that I should have a chastity belt put on me if I could
not control myself otherwise. This joke increasingly became reality for me.
After I informed myself as best I could where good chastity belts were to be
had, I ordered one at Constance Enterprises in the USA. It is a La Ceinture
de Chastete belt, an exact description follows below. This belt was made to
my exact measurements that I had to fill in into a rather longer table. I
have found no source in Germany that makes good chastity belts at an
acceptable price. It took over two months before my belt finally
arrived.
At first sight the belt looked relatively comfortable. At first I put it
on for a few minutes to check whether it really fit. It was tight but really
fit very well. I very soon decided to start a chaste phase that I
could not end at whim. One Friday I deposited both keys in a banksafe
200 km away. When I got home the bank had closed already. Without a long
hesitation I put the belt on and clicked the lock closed. Even if I wanted
to, I could not free myself until next Monday.
The first hours passed without any problem, even urination went surprisingly
well. It was however very unusual to do this with a naked lower body.
The first night also went very well. I woke up a few times because when I
moved in my sleep, my skin got pinched under the belt. Saturday became
very disagreeable very quickly.
I intended not to think about the belt if possible and not to let it
disturb my daily routine. I started the day with my morning walk in the
forest. That was a big mistake, because I chafed my skin in several
places.
The rest of the weekend was agony because some spots got inflamed
quickly. I spend the balance of the weekend was spent with as little body
movement as possible. Monday I went to the banksafe as early as possible to
get the key for my release as soon as I could.
After that first painful attempt I did not touch the belt for a month.
Then, I tried time and again to get used to it. Now I know how to wear it
a lot better. I had to learn though to adjust my movements to cause as
little friction as possible and to avoid skin getting stuck. Athletic
activities are largely out of the question when wearing the belt, which
is a shame.
The locked belt fits very tightly to my body, at the waist and the
crotch. In the crotch it is so tight it maker my labia protrude through the
slit. When wearing the belt it is totally impossible to get myself to orgasm
with my hands. No finger can be put under the shield far enough and touching
the labia is not enough to orgasm. On the other hand the metal edges touching
my labia are arousing, making me want even more what I cannot get. For a
short while this is a crazy feeling.
To make touching the labia impossible, I have ordered a so called
secondary shield, a curved piece of stainless steel that can be attached to
the lower part of the shield and locked with the same lock as the rest.
I have not used it often because it complicates hygiene.
Page last updated 97-May-06 by:
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I guess this all began around this time two years ago. We were all at a beach party
having a clambake celebrating my friend Gina's birthday. It was just around two years
since we all graduated from college and we hadn't had a chance to all be together. It was
nice for the "old gang" to be able to sit around and reminisce about frat parties and old
professors that had thankfully bit the big one, never again to torture another student with
a fifty page term paper.
It was getting late and most of our crowd had long since departed. Just me, Gina,
and my buddy Tom were left and since I was the only sober one left, I started cleaning up
while Gina and Tom, in a drunken stupor, started giggling and goofing around near the
water. I was bagging up the last of our trash when I first heard the scream. I looked over
at the surf to see Tom waving frantically. They had gone into the water and he had lost
sight of Gina. I jumped into the water and swam as best I could towards the spot where
Tom was pointing. The water was cold and the beach was dark but someone must have
been looking out for us that night. I caught a glimpse of her as she was going under and
grabbed her by her hair. I towed her back to the beach with the last of my strength and lay
on the sand panting. Tom had already passed out from the beer or the excitement or both
and I was left alone with Gina. She said I had saved her life but I insisted it was nothing.
After all, we were friends. What was I supposed to do? Let her drown?
Weeks passed with Gina calling me on a daily basis calling me her hero. She
insisted on repaying me in some way but I told her over and over again that it was
nothing and that she would do the same for me. At dinner one night, she gave me a deep
kiss and said that if there was ever anything that she could do, that all I had to do was ask.
I kept that in the back of my mind.
I knew that I could have her if I wanted, but I didn't. You see, Gina was a straight
girl sexually, and I was more of a deviant. The few sexual experiences I had with Gina in
college were boring and vanilla. Missionary position in the dark and nothing else. She
never could accept the fact that I wore a chastity belt. I loved the lack of control it gave
me. I loved the feeling of restraint, knowing that if I lost the keys, I would be trapped
forever. It was a reliable commercial brand made of stainless steel and I was confident
that it was escape proof. I used to mail the keys to myself and relish the fact that my
sexuality was dependent on the efficiency of the US mail.
One evening, I checked the mailbox after coming home from work to find the
fright of my life. The envelope with my belt keys was in the mailbox, but is was torn
nearly in half. It was covered in official looking stamps from the post office stating the
obvious fact that my mail was damaged. The key was gone. I was trapped forever. Frantic
calls to the post office yielded no results. Some kids had tossed some fireworks into a
mailbox and blew half the mail to pieces. The guy at the post office knew nothing about
any keys being found. My greatest fantasy had become my worst nightmare.
I resolved not to be a slave to my own deviance. A trip to Home Depot resulted in
me purchasing a pack of premium hack saw blades. Since the belt fit so close to my skin,
I decided to get to work on the lock and the hasp. I sawed for hours and made a second
trip for more blades. After nearly haf a day, the lock fell free from the belt and I was free.
My hands were full of blisters and I had a cut on my stomach where the blade slipped a
few times, but I was released from my chastity none the less. I masturbated till I passed
out from exhaustion.
The next day, reality set it. My fantasies were all crushed. My chastity belt would
never seem permanent again. Six hundred dollars down the tube because of a few kids
with nothing better to do but blow up a mailbox. I had spent four years living chastity
fantasies and now nothing would seem permanent again.
I was watching the Discovery channel one night when Gina's offer came to mind.
There was a special on about stealth fighers and how they weighed so little and were so
strong because they were made out of such strong materials. Titanium alloys and all that.
The parts had to be cast together and cut apart with a plasma torch because the materials
melted at nearly 3000 degrees and were impervious to cutting by regular saws. The story
seemed so familiar. Gina had told me the same one. You see, she was an engineer at
Lockheed-Martin. She helped to design planes and stuff and had often complained about
how difficult all of these new composite materials were to work with. I had an idea.
It took hours to convince Gina. She certainly didn't approve. Eventually, she
regretfully agreed to look into a design for my new belt. She left my apartment with my
old belt in hand and a half-hearted smile on her face. My phone calls to her over the next
few weeks were unreturned. I assumed she had backed out of her offer.
I came home one night from work and bumped into my landlady. She had a
package for me that the mailman had left behind. I was from Gina. I ripped off the
wrapping to find a note:
I want you to be very careful with what's in this box. It's a relatively simple design but
very effective. It's made out of a carbon reinforced titanium alloy that we use to make wings for
supersonic jets out of. It cannot be cut without generating 3000 degree heat. The guys in the metal
shop owed me some favors. The lock is the same one that we use for the cabinets in our documents
room. It's also made of titanium and has only one key. It's certified pick and drill proof by the
CIA. They're very anal about security when it comes to US military technology. Make sure to keep
the lock cover on. I wouldn't want any dust to get in and jam the lock. Please be careful.
I tore the box open in a flash and there it was. A beautiful metal polished to a
mirror finish. The waistband was about 1/4" thick and 1-1/2" wide. There was a three way
hinge in the back with a third band runnng between the legs towards the front where it
ended in a triangle shaped cover piece that attached to the waistband in front. There was a
widening in the middle of the third band with an opening for the anus to allow defacation.
The front shield had a penis tube built in made of the same glossy metal with a recessed
area to cradle the testicles. The two sides of the waistband closed together and fit into
each side of the front shield, each sliding into a slot leaving a nearly invisible seam. The
belt was light. Very light. It couldn't have weighed more than a few pounds. I sat on the
waistband to test its strength. It didn't flex a bit.
I examined the front shield. It was smooth but for a plug in the middle of the
shield up near the waist. I grabbed a screwdriver and place it in the groove in the plug
and twisted. It unscrewed a 1/4" and fell out to reveal the lock within. It was a high
security barrel lock (not to mention CIA certified!).
I placed the key in the lock and turned. The locking mechanism must have been
internal. Both sides of the waistband sprung out of the front shield. I pulled them back
together and heard an audible click. The lock worked flawlessly. I opened the belt again
and screwed the plug that acted as a lock cover back in. I shuddered at the thought of a
truly permanent chastity belt. Was this what I really wanted? What if I lost the key again.
There would be no escaping this one. The tender flesh of my penis would not hold up to
the heat of a 3000 degree plasma torch. I stepped defiantly into the belt and pulled the
two sides of the waist band around me. I sucked in my stomach and heard the click of my
sexuality being sealed away. All I could do was feel the tightly confining belt hugging
my skin and stare at the key, thankful that it was within my reach. I would need to get a
copy made just in case.
"I can't do it. I'm sorry. I'll lose my license." This was the fourth locksmith. The
`do not duplicate by order of US Gov't' stamp on the key meant that I wouldn't have a
backup. I guess I needed to be careful. I had been wearing the belt for a week with no
problems. I kept the key in my underwear drawer at home. This meant that I was locked
in all day while at work. I wanted to keep the key at work but I was afraid of what might
happen. What if they brought in new office furniture at night? I'd be screwed ( or
unscrewed I guess).
I tested the security of my new belt a few times. The hacksaw blades which had
taken care of my old belt didn't even leave a scratch. I even bought a Dremel tool and
tried that too. All it did was dull the finish. I loved to put butt plugs in before I put the
belt on in the morning and be forced to wear it all day. I knew that I couldn't take them
out while I was at work.
One morning, I wisely decided to leave the butt plug out. I had some midnight
tacos and I was up with the shits all night. I knew I wouldn't be able to shit at work with
the plug in if I got sick again. I locked the belt on in the morning, put the key in my
underwear drawer, and left for work.
Worked sucked. Hell all day. I didn't even get out until nearly seven. I drove
home in a daze from the long day. I didn't even notice the sirens and the lights until the
fireman stepped in front of my car.
"You can't come down this block buddy. Huge gas explosion. The whole main
went up. Blew an apartment house to shreds."
The reality didn't set in right away. My god! Everything I owned was in there.
Thank god for renters insurance. What used to be my home was now a pile of rubble with
a bulldozer crawling over it.
"I've gotta get in there! I've gotta get to my place!"
"Hold your horses buddy. The gas gu
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