As a young adolescent, when I read about female chastity I found it to be very exciting but yet disappointing. The women seemed to have all the fun! I thought, wouldn’t it be erotic to have your lover to lock you up for an indefinite time. But then what if he was the only keyholder and didn’t return? Would you be protected against intrusion for the rest of your life? Oh well, it was only a story.
I had fantasized about chastity for quite some time, until I found out it REALLY existed. There are manufacturers of (male) chastity belts in the twentieth century. However many of these are for consensual play only. Most have some limitation which prevent them from being a secure, long term form of chastity. That is, until I encountered the belts made by William Jones or Walter.
These belts are made of steel, with special locks and designed for long term constant wear.
To fulfill my fantasy, I decided to purchase one made by Bill Jones. I found that you couldn’t measure oneself. So as part of the erotic adventure I went to Florida and had him take the measurements to make this custom fitted belt. Several months later the belt arrived. The novelty of locking myself into the belt and playing games, soon wore off as it just wasn’t the same as being controlled by someone else.
So I looked into the BD scene, but it was not my cup of tea. Then I found out about FemDom – female domination. That too can go beyond what I desired, but it had the promise of I wanted so I thought I would pursue it further.
I only wanted a keyholder – someone to be a master for this slave, someone to lock me up and not let me know when I was going to be released. Someone that was bold, daring, and exciting. It took a awhile, but I found a Dom who would only be a keyholder. Many of them really wanted slaves!
To begin the process I had to sign a contract. I was a bit concerned by this, but my Dom assured me that this was a fixed length contract and that nothing would be done that I didn’t allow. We would always stop when I said the safeword.
Whenever I came to her place she was always in ‘street’ clothes, but usually very sexy short skirts, tight tops, and even lingerie. We played games for a while but it soon lost its excitement. I told her of this. and asked, “Isn’t there some way we can make this more exciting?”
She said if I signed a new contract that gave her more control she would make it more erotic for me. I was all for it, so when she presented it, I just glanced through it. I checked for the no pain clause, but I failed to notice, two critical elements until later.
True to her word, she invented new stuff that did make it more exciting.
On my next visit, she asked me if I wanted to go out and walk along the surf and discuss her new ideas. She lived near the public beach and there were many good ‘views’, so I readily agreed.
She said that first I needed to put on my belt as she didn’t want me to ‘show’ my excitement. While I was doing that she came in with handcuffs for my wrists. Lastly she attached a leash to ring where my chains connect to the groin plate. Now, she said, we are ready to walk! I said what about clothes? She said a slave doesn’t need any. What if someone recognizes us? She said most people knew she was a Dom, and that I wanted something more exciting, so lets go!
We walked and talked. When I gazed too long at one of the many thong bikini’ed ladies, she pulled me by the chain between my legs. Many of the girls looked, but not one said anything directly. (I could hear snickering as we past them.) The key to my belt dangled from her neck collar and swayed back and forth in front of her black leather outfit as we walked. Luckily no one recognized me, but several people stopped to talk to her, leaving me on display.
The essence of our discussion was that since I had been used to my belt by now, she felt she could start to increase the time I spent in it. She asked if I would let her control the limit – to which I agreed.
The original contract called for specific periods of time I had to serve. But the new contract stated I was to be locked up and it was up to her as to when I would be released.
Several months later, at the end of one session, I told her I had this hot date. (I was after all, still a single male looking for a long term partner.) I had been out with this gal several times before (but each time I was locked up). I felt she was going allow our first bedroom installment, so I asked to be unlocked until my next visit.
My Dom said “No, I have control of you – remember?” After fruitlessly discussing this for a while, I said I wanted out and said the safeword. My Dom replied, “Yah, so what!” I said that according to our contract when I said the safeword, the play ceased and I controlled the situation. That’s when she brought out the new contract and noted there were no provisions for a safeword.
Many thoughts raced through my mind, one of which was that I could wait it out until the end of the contract. That’s when it hit me – there was no time limit specified; essentially, she owned me for life! I was frantic! What was she going to do with me? Is this legal? How can I get this thing off. I remember reading of different people discussing escape but was not prepared to go to a locksmith and explain my situation so I went home – still locked up.
My girlfriend insisted upon me coming up for nightcap after our date. Thats when she started to get roaming hands. I tried to fight her off, but it was no use – she found out I was belted. The night was over – right then and there.
Weeks went by, then months, the more I asked to be unlocked, the more my Dom just laughed. Then after 8 months of confinement she told me in the Middle East some folks are permanently secured – she asked “do you want that treatment?” I asked her, “That’s not my fate, is it?” She told me she wasn’t sure what she was going to do with me. Her other slaves had many weaknesses that she could control – mine only consisted of her letting me out and right now she really enjoyed taunting me.
In some ways this was fun, erotic, but frustrating as I got what I wanted – an unknown release date. The play continued.
After exactly 1 year had passed, she finally popped the question – want out? I replied with an emphatic “Yes”. She said there was only 1 condition (as if I was in a state to debate it) I said, “Sure! anything you say.” She said, you only have to fill up a container with your cum, and if you have enough, you are free to go. I thought of this will be no problem!.
She took me to the play room. She went over to the ‘toy chest’ and came back with a neck collar and a spreader bar for my ankles. First she locked on the spreader bar, then attached the chain on the collar to a retainer on the wall – just a precaution she said – while your belt is off. I don’t want you to escape. Then she took out a camera and took several pictures. She took the key off her collar and unlocked me. Immediately my manhood sprung to life. She said go ahead an “beat it”. If you can fill up this container in the next 12 hours our contract is over! I was appalled. The container must have held a gallon. I said that there was no way I had that much cum. She said well then I guess I’ll put the belt back on. I said, “Wait I’ll try.” In the next 12 hours even I couldn’t believe how many times I came, but at the end of the time limit, I hadn’t even had a cup, let alone a gallon of cum.
At the end of the 12 hours she came back in and showed me the photos. Now who do you suppose I could show these to?”, she asked. “No one!” I shouted! Well then, I better never catch you with that belt off until our contract has been fulfilled. Then she said, “by the way, time’s up, how did you do?”.
She looked and said “I’m sorry, but you don’t win any prizes today. Stand up so you can be harnessed.” My raw penis had no life. I reluctantly complied. She said that I would get more chances to fill up the container and she would let me know when.
I eagerly awaited. Weeks went by, but she never released me. Every time I had an accident, I cursed myself for not being able to save my cum.
But weeks turned into months. It was my 1 year anniversary since my last attempt, and I pointed that out to her. She said “Nope, not yet.” More months passed. On my 2nd anniversary she told me it was time to try again. The procedure was the same except for one. We went to room where she attached the neck collar and secured me. But this time I had 24 hours to deliver – I never gave much though to that item of significance then. My Dom brought out the container of frozen cum and said your timer is ticking. After 24 hours, needless to say, I was not set free from my contract.
When I asked why she waited 2 years this time she said she would give me twice a long to build up a reserve and laughed cynically. This new game had now gone on for 3 years and I had only been out of my belt twice. So I asked her will I have to wait for 2 years before attempting it again and she told me “no”. I thought thats a relief!
I assumed that I would be able to try it again in a year (or less). Well that year passed. Then a second year passed. I asked her when I would get my chance to try and she said there was a pattern and if I thought about it, I would be able to predict my next opportunity. After several weeks, I thought I had the answer.
On my next visit, I confronted my Dom. She asked if I had an answer. I said, “Yes – is it 4 years?” She said that I was a bright slave and I was correct. You get to try on the doubling of your anniversary. I thought: 1 year, 2 years, 4 years, 8 years, etc. I said, “I might die in this belt before I fill up that jug!”. To which she replied, “Your choice my slave.” You wanted an unknown release date didn’t you?
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