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While driving home from a hard day in the office Haven is looking forward for what she has prepared at home a whole afternoon in self-bondage. She has already prepared a handcuff key in an i... Read all While driving home from a hard day in the office Haven is looking forward for what she has prepared at home a whole afternoon in self-bondage. She has already prepared a handcuff key in an ice-block in her refrigerator. While driving home from a hard day in the office Haven is looking forward for what she has prepared at home a whole afternoon in self-bondage. She has already prepared a handcuff key in an ice-block in her refrigerator.
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Haven : [INT. GARAGE - DAY Haven pulls into the garage. She takes out her cell phone, presses several buttons] Thanks for calling. I won't be able to return any calls until Thursday morning. Please leave a message with your name and phone number.
[She presses End and leans back on the seat with her eyes closed. She keeps her eyes closed for about ten seconds. Then a smile forms on her face, she opens her eyes, and then opens the door. She enters her house and walks up the stairs into her room]
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A short while back I submitted a contribution here entitled
"My Total Chastity Enclosure" .
It was labeled fiction and you should use your own judgement as to the validity of that label.
I did find out one more thing about my enclosure after I had written and submitted
the piece.
The enclosure I assumed was stainless steel is actually a molded composite
of fiberglass and Kevlar and chrome plated on the outside surface. The only parts
made of stainless steel are the threaded inserts that hold the screws and the hose
fittings. It could be cut off me if Mistress ever desired but of course I am powerless
to do anything myself to gain my freedom from the enclosure. I have no desire to ever
be removed from it.
My enclosure is the final step of a journey that begins with my earliest memories. As long as I can remember I have been fascinated by anything that enclosed or limited and controlled the human body, particularly my body. I had always dreamed of what it would feel like to wear a suit of armor, space suit, diving suit, leg, neck and back braces, corsets, girdles, bras, etc.
As a child I fervently wished I would get Polio and have to be put in an Iron Lung and then have to use leg braces. At the age of 9 I contracted Spinal Meningitis. At first they didn't know if I had Polio or Meningitis. I heard the doctors discussing it with my parents. I just knew that I had Polio and every time I heard someone coming down the hall I prayed they were bringing my Iron Lung. No one knew the real reason for the tears I shed when they announced I had Meningitis.
I used to sneak into my mother's things and put on her corsets, girdles and bras. I was the only teenager on the block and did a lot of babysitting. I tried on the bras, girdles and corsets of most of the mothers in our neighborhood. At the time I was growing up firm and heavily boned foundation garments were still common and I loved the feeling of them holding and squeezing my body. I made leg braces from my Erector Set and curtain rods. I devoured any pictures I could find of braces, armor, diving suits or pilot's pressure suits. The Sears catalogue was favorite reading material with the numerous foundation garments shown in it.
I also discovered that I had strong transvestite feelings although I didn't have any idea what to call them. I loved to dress in corsets, girdles and bras and imagine myself a woman. The sight of breasts on my chest sent shivers all up and down me. I wanted to wear women's underwear and feel it hold and confine my body and to have breasts. The idea of actually becoming a woman was an impossible dream in the 40s and 50s but it didn't stop me from wishing. be a woman. My ultimate dream was to be a female polio victim and to be in an iron lung at night and wear leg and body braces during the day. At the time I had never even heard the word transvestite and thought I was the only person in the world who had ever thought such things.
I also found myself fascinated by another feeling I didn't have a name for. I liked to have my genitals trapped and inaccessible, usually under a tight panty girdle. I bought several and would wear 2 or 3 at a time to get the tightness I wanted. After a while I bought a small protective athletic cup and wore it underneath. There was not room for me to get an erection in it and the feeling was exciting for me. I was not locked in but access was a little time consuming for bathroom needs and required privacy which I also found exciting.
At about 16 I got up the nerve to go into a shop selling corsets. I told them my mother had insisted I pick one up for her as she was unable to get out. You can imagine my nervousness which was about the same as a teenage boy being asked to buy a corset for his mother. I had done my homework and had a note, supposedly from her, giving style and size. I got a heavily boned front lacing corset that fit me well. I would wear it over a panty girdle and my cup and I wore stockings as well. I loved the tightness and rigidity of the corset and the way it made my genitals even less accessible. I wasn't able to wear it as often as I desired but it was wonderful when I could. My male parts were completely invisible under it all. I was not locked in chastity but it was a start.
I had found references to chastity belts in some books but they were always for females and a medieval device that no longer existed if they ever had. The idea of a male chastity device was something I never found any mention of. I'm sure most reading this share the joy I knew when I discovered Altairboy's site in late 1996 and discovered there really were male chastity devices. I'm getting ahead of myself here. I'll get back to the role this site played in my ultimate dream realization in a bit.
I indulged myself as much as possible without getting caught, although my mother noticed things in her drawers mussed several times and questioned me. I'm sure she suspected and probably knew for sure I had been in her things.
When I went away to college dorm life made any use of corsets or female underwear impossible. My younger sister was getting my old bedroom and I had no place to store the things I had collected. Everything went in the trash. In my freshman year I fractured 2 vertebrae in a fall while rock climbing and the doctor prescribed a rigid back brace and then an orthopedic corset. A dream had come true and they felt as wonderful as I had imagined. I was never without a brace and corset again.
I completed college with a degree in engineering and married the girl I met in college. We were both engineers and soon both had good jobs and were on the way to what most consider the good life. We decided that we enjoyed the things a good salary could buy and that children were not a part of our future.
I collected quite a number of different braces and corsets over the years, using the excuse of looking for one that would be more comfortable. They all were comfortable to me and the thrill never went away when I put a new brace on or went back to one I hadn't worn for awhile. I didn't wear them all the time but my back was always "acting up again" and I would wear a brace or corset for a while until I got a little tired of the tightness and chaffing and would put them away until the urge hit again.
I also acquired first a single leg brace and then a pair of matching bilateral long leg braces, KAFOs. These I wore in secret at first and reveled in the feeling of the braces gripping my legs and limiting my mobility. The sight of my torso and legs encased in braces was the ultimate turn-on, up to then at least.
We spent 30 years chasing the "good life" and enjoyed the benefits that came with it but something was missing for us. We played around with bondage quite a bit and I even dressed in a corset quite often for our love making and it seemed to be alright with her but it wasn't near the turn-on for her as for me.
I had obtained many women's corsets using the excuse that they were more comfortable than the ones made for men. Of course I had to wear stockings to keep them from riding up. I found some All-in-one corsets and tried water balloons to fill out the cups. I told my wife that the shift in balance from the weight of the balloons seemed to help my back and my next step was a pair of silicone breast forms that I wore as much as possible with one of my All-in-ones or with a longline bra and corset.
We joked about my feminine side and the fact that I was definitely the submissive but she didn't seem to be interested in being the Dom. She never does anything halfway and now I'm sure that was the problem. She would have to be totally the Dom or not at all. I was finding that I not only wanted my body confined and restricted but I wanted it to be reshaped into a female form. I wanted to look at myself and see a woman. I hadn't admitted to myself yet that I wanted to be a woman. I just wanted to look like a woman whenever I had the opportunity.
I finally got up the courage to tell my wife and her response amazed me. She just said that she knew that and it was fine with her. She loved what was inside and my feminine side was part of what she had always loved.
We joined a cross dressers club for heterosexual couples and became very active in the club and their activities. We met once a month but many of the couples went out together dressed on most weekend evenings. I reached the point I was only wearing men's clothing to go to work and then I always had on a corset or back brace and panties underneath.
I started wearing my leg braces all the time at home and had a new set made that fit me properly. By this point I had gotten out of the Aero-space industry and was teaching engineering at a private college. Everyone knew about my supposed bad back and I took the big step saying it was beginning to affect my legs and was soon wearing my leg braces and using crutches at work. A wheelchair followed pretty quickly and I had almost everything I wanted. I dressed as woman completely at home and for most of our social life which had come to involve our X-dressing group almost exclusively. At work I was in my leg and back braces and using a wheelchair. I only owned a couple pair of men's briefs for doctors visits and such. The rest of the time I was always in panties and girdles or corsets of some kind.
I had never lost the need to have my genitals confined and always had at least a pair of firm
control briefs under everything else. A rigid cup contained my penis and balls. My wife had
agreed to take control of that portion of me and I had added web or leather belts to most of
my corsets and back braces. These could be locked with small padlocks and she kept the keys.
The briefs and cup underneath were effectively locked on until she unlocked me. I started
using indwelling Foley catheters and could remain locked up all day and night. I was released
only for one hour in the morning for bathing and toilet needs. She would also release me for
sexual activities but as time passed more often than not our sexual activity involved me
pleasuring her with me locked up. I found I derived tremendous satisfaction from that type
activity. The satisfaction I obtained grew until I was achieving a form of orgasm I never
dreamed was possible, without ejaculation or even erection. It was much more mental and
emotional than physical and was the most fantastic thing I had ever felt.
Everything changed about five years ago. I had a heart attack. I had total cardiac arrest 8 times and they all thought I wouldn't make it but I did survive and surprisingly was left with little heart damage but was left with arrhythmia problems. The doctors tried all the medications but eventually had to implant an Automatic Implanted Cardiac Defibrillator (AICD) to assure my heart would continue it's normal rhythm. It worked and still works great but the doctors strongly recommended that I not return to work.
We discussed it and decided that not only would I retire but she would also. We would sell our home and move to the house on the 200 acres we had purchased in the mountains a couple of hundred miles north of Los Angeles. We had enough saved and invested that neither of us would ever have to work again and we could start working on what would make us truly happy. We put our home on the market and soon were in escrow and getting ready to move.
During my convalescence I spent a lot of time surfing the web and found Alairboy's site. The steel chastity belts available were a revelation for me and one in particular became a must have. I knew I had to have a Latowski belt or something similar that would completely enclose me and be completely inescapable.
I showed my wife pictures of it and she spent a lot of time studying the photos. She said that was a formable garment and the implications of allowing it to be locked on ones self was even more formable. Was I really sure that was what I wanted. I told her I was pretty sure. I thought I knew what I wanted and I know now that she definitely knew what she wanted and was just waiting for me to broach the subject.
A couple of days later I finally got up the nerve to tell her everything that was on my mind. I started by telling her how much I wanted to be a disabled woman all the time. We discussed it for a while and she said she didn't have any problems with it but did I actually want to be a woman. I told her that I wasn't completely sure but I did want to have real breasts and at least try living full time as a woman. She said that I had better make up my mind because it would be hard to live as a man with breasts. She had a good point there and I told her that I was sure I wanted to live as a woman from there on. She smiled and said that was fine with her but she had a few conditions. That she would have conditions surprised me. When she brought out a printed list of her conditions it made me realize she had actually been planning this for quite a while and had done a lot of research.
The last 5 really threw me a curve. There would be no going back and my
comfort didn't seem real high on her priority list. I knew now that 'inescapable' chastity belts really did exist and her interest in the Latowski belt made more sense to me. The idea of being locked in one was exciting but also a little scary. And what was this "Mistress" thing? She informed me that none of the conditions were negotiable and after I agreed to the first ten she had a few more. She didn't want to throw too much at me at once. I had 24 hours to make up my mind.
I lay awake all night thinking. The idea of not being able to go back was my only reason to be hesitant. The thought of really living as a woman and especially seeing and feeling real breasts on my chest left me no choice. The idea of her having the only key to a real locking chastity belt was relatively new to me but the idea of being locked in with her having the only key was thrilling and high on the list of pros I went over. I managed to wait until we sat down for breakfast to tell her my answer was definitely yes, to all her conditions. She gave me a smile and a nod and then said she wanted to get on to the rest of my fetish dreams. She said she had another set of conditions and they were a little more stringent and if I didn't agree to them unconditionally the first ten were void and our marriage with it. She had agreed to my desire to live as a woman and now it was only fair that the woman I was going to become live by her terms. She handed me a sheet of paper with more conditions on it and these had little to do with my living as a woman but spelled out what was required of me as her slave.
After I read and re-read the list several times she asked if I agreed. I asked what types of devices and apparatus she was referring to but she wouldn't tell me. Her only response was that surprise would add to the anticipation and she knew enough about my interest and desire to feel my body confined and restricted to guarantee that my wildest dreams would be fulfilled. I took the pen she held out to me and signed the form as chills ran through me.
She took the form and said now it was time for us to get to work. She had to make an appointment with a particular doctor who would give me a full physical and take care of some other special things I would be needing. Now she had to meet with the contractor to finalize the plans for some alterations to our new home in the mountains. Had I been maneuvered into something she had been planning all along. I probably had but it sure seemed like the answer to a lifetime of dreams.
She was in and out constantly the next few weeks and if she was at home she was on the phone most of the time. She chased me out of the room whenever she was on the phone so I had no idea of who she was talking with or about what but it obviously concerned me and my new life. We were also going through the process of getting our possessions ready for the move to the new property. She decided that we would move into our new home as two sisters, one of them severely disabled. I would of course be the disabled one. She sold all of our old furniture and appliances and told me she had ordered everything new for the new house. She also held a yard sale and sold all of my remaining male clothing and most of the female clothing I had accumulated. She said it soon wouldn't fit me.
During this period things continued pretty much as in the past except I was kept locked in my most rigid corsets and braces all the time. I even had to sleep with a corset locked on me. My firmest panty girdles and my cup were underneath them at all times. She removed all of my body hair with hair removal cream, even my eyebrows. She took me to the beauty salon she used and they tattooed lip liner, eye liner and eyebrows on me. They restyled my somewhat longish hair into a more feminine style. Neither of us was particularly happy with my hair but she said it would grow and allow better styling and eventually it wouldn't be important. They pierced my ears and put training studs in them. I was given long artificail fingernails that made it difficult to use my hands as I was used to. I also received my first pedicure. It was already impossible to go back to the way things were before and she said this was just the beginning.
The time passed quickly and it was time for to see the doctor she had made the appointment with. She told me to dress that morning in only my cup and control briefs, a front zip all-in-one corset, stockings and a shirtwaist dress as I would be in and out of what I was wearing several times. She said not to put on either my leg or back braces. She told me
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