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Intro to Chastity 101

Just how the hell did I get myself into this fix? For a long time, I've been enthusiastically reading B&D and S&M porno, but I found that what I was really looking for was Female Domination. I really want to be crawling at the feet of a beautiful, dominant woman. But I don't really want to be a slave, not for real, so I content myself with dreams- most of them wet.
But then I stumbled on a Web site about male chastity belts, which I had always read were impossible or impractical but these sites clearly though otherwise. I quickly became more and more captivated by the subject. I followed links to site after site and looked at some of the incredible things done, often by themselves, by CBT enthusiasts. After a month or so I visited a San Francisco shop and was personally measured for a German-made male chastity belt made for myself. Made of high-tech plastics which were said to be even stronger than most steels, it cost several hundred dollars and was quite escape-proof. Yes, I suppose with the application of appropriate machine tools it could have been cut off, but the damage would have been obvious to a Mistress. And I knew enough about this sort of thing to realize that the Belt could not be cut up with the sort of portable tools you find in the average home workshop - this plastic was just as hard to work as stainless steel.
When the box first arrived, I recognized what it was right away- I don't get too many packages from Dusseldorf- and barely resisted the temptation to tear it open right away. Instead, I brought out a couple of magazines and a Master padlock I had bought days after ordering the Belt. Then I got naked and knelt on the floor, as if I were being supervised by my Dom.
I carefully opened the box and removed the Belt, which was a one-piece device. The waist belt was four inches high and made of three-inch-wide slabs of a high-tech plastic with fibers embedded in it which were the result of hypersonic airplane research. Its buckle was two overlapping and inter-locking nine-inch slabs of the same plastic with a slot for a locking hasp and four positioning pins. I wrapped the belt around my waist and secured it with the pins; it was snug, just like it had to be.
Behind me, on two nylon-sheathed chains made of another metal developed by the space program, hung a triangular groin panel on which were mounted two positioning pins, a locking hasp, and a similarly-indestructible plastic tube- the penis sheath. I bent down for the panel; the belt squeezed the breath out of me. I pulled the panel forward between my legs and lifted it with one hand as with the other I steered my fattening cock into the tube; its head was a slip fit in the sheath. (Ever notice how the head of your cock doesn't swell as much as the shaft-how it's about as big around as it's going to get?) I lifted the tube and inserted my cock up to the balls; the panel was flush against my belly and one ball was squeezed to either side of the narrow bottom of the triangular panel.
I lifted the groin panel some more, pushing my cock firmly as deep as it would go, and slipped the top edge of the panel under the belt. Finally its hasp loop slipped through the slot in the belt buckle and its positioning pins slipped into their holes. Still kneeling, I begged my imaginary Dom "Please, Mistress, lock me away from myself!" She stared down at me over the cliff of her bosom and then knelt to lock the chastity Belt on me. With a CLICK!, she took possession of my cock. I stared at the centerfold from Aggressive Women for full ten minutes of incredibly building lust before I let myself out of the Belt, grabbed by rapidly-stiffening cock on my two hands, and in moments splattered cum all over the magazines.
The thrill of locking myself away was unfortunately short-lived, as I knew it would be, so I built an electronic timer to keep the keys locked away. I had read stories about guys who mailed the keys to themselves, but I didn't have that much confidence in the Post Office, and if I kept a spare key for a backup that would spoil the whole game. I knew what I needed was really a keyholder- a woman who would hold my keys and not release me right away.
So I placed an ad in the San Francisco Bay Guardian:
SWPM, engineer, inventive, novice submissive, ISO gentle but firm non-pro dominant lady to hold the keys to his chastity belt. No rough stuff, just chaste bondage.
I got two responses from pro Doms and one from an amateur who wanted a real slave before I responded to a message from a Mistress Betsy. Although she was a pro Dom, she said she was a life-style Dom really into it for the love of D/s and she would hold my keys just for fun and friendship. I agreed to meet her at a bar downtown frequented by the kinky crowd. When she came over to me, she was dressed for the office but looked very, very nice. I happily bought her a drink. After a while and a some serious talk she handed me the Contract.

CONTRACT
between Mistress Betsy ('The Dominatrix')
and
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('the submissive')

This agreement between The Dominatrix and the undersigned submissive is entered into by both parties of their own free will and without coercion. It sets forth that:
FIRST: Upon certain occasions yet to be determined, the submissive will be locked by The Dominatrix, or The Dominatrix will require the submissive to lock himself, in a chastity belt to be supplied by the submissive. Additional items of bondage may be applied as determined by The Dominatrix.
SECOND: The Dominatrix may, at her option, supply or withhold sexual and/or sensual stimulation. The submissive shall have no voice in this decision.
THIRD: The Dominatrix shall not be responsible for either providing or allowing the submissive's sexual gratification, release, or orgasm.
FINALLY: the submissive hereby delegates to The Dominatrix the decision of whether or when the submissive would like to be released from his bondage and specifically the chastity belt. Any requests or pleas which the submissive may make for said release shall be null and void.
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The submissive
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Mistress Betsy I read the Contract, printed my name at the top, took a deep breath, and signed. Mistress Betsy countersigned it and handed it to the barkeep to make a copy (I noticed he read it as he walked to the office), and gave the copy to me. We agreed to a 'test drive' at a nearby hotel two days later.
On Thursday evening when I showed up at the hotel Mistress Betsy was waiting for me; she was relaxing on a couch in a black trench coat from which half a mile of leg protruded. I was dressed conservatively and carried the Chastity Belt in an overnight case. (It never hurts to have luggage when you check in to a hotel.)
I made the arrangements for a room and we rode up silently in the elevator- she beautifully confident, me nervous. I opened the room, held the door, and followed her in. She took off her coat and handed it to me to hang up; I gazed at her, awestruck, as she turned and modeled a skimpy black rubber mini-dress which revealed almost every detail of the gorgeous body beneath it.
She interrupted my admiration: "Strip for me." In moments I was naked. "You will demonstrate your submissiveness by putting the Belt on yourself." I opened the case and removed the Belt.
Nervously but eagerly, I strapped the Belt securely around my waist, making sure that the two guide pins were properly centered. The pins would hold the Belt on me until it was locked 'for real' with my lock, which lay open on the floor with the key in it. I bent over to grab the groin panel and pulled it forward between my legs and feed my semi-hard cock into the penis sheath. I pressed the panel to my belly and slipped its top up under the waist belt until the hasp protruded through the front of the Belt and the Belt mated with the two guide pins.
"Good boy!" Mistress Betsy smiled prettily, her extended hand holding a padlock. "Not that I don't trust you, but I did have a thought that your male ego might cause you to keep a duplicate key to your lock at home. "My heart jumped- it was true, I had kept a spare key, just in case. "But I have your long-term best interests at heart, and I won't let you weaken."
Mistress Betsy handed me her padlock- a magnificent Master, with a hardened shackle and a magnetic key (which at the moment hung from a cord and between her breasts). "They say these wonders have nine billion possible combinations and even a locksmith can't pick them." Whatever plans I had for premature escape were fading fast!
"Your moment of truth is at hand, would-be slave-of-mine. Once you close that lock, you won't be able to open it and take off the Belt. You won't be able to stand to pee like a man. You won't be able to get laid like a man. You won't even be able to jack off." She smiled cruelly. "All you can do is beg your Mistress for a chance to touch your wee-wee. Well?"
I looked deep into her eyes, slipped the lock through its hasp, summoned all my courage, and pressed the shackle. With a SNAP!, my life changed.
"Good boy! Now I'll show you why you did what you did." Her hands went to her back, she lifted, and in seconds Mistress Ellen stood before me in a skimpy little black bra and a matching black bikini panty. She turned for me, displaying her curves. Then she stepped near and pressed that glorious body to me. Her arms went around my waist and she ground her form into me.
My genitalia surged into high gear and were abruptly jerked to a halt by the Belt which I had just locked onto myself. My swelling cock grew, but only to the too-small diameter of the sheath. My cock tried to straighten, and the head slipped down the sheath before the pipe kept it cruelly bent and pointed at my feet. It tried to lengthen, but its head was swollen and locked into its prison. I couldn't get hard!
Mistress Betsy saw the distress in my eyes and smiled. "Yes, I control your cock now. And with the power vested in me by the Contract, I decide that you don't want to be released, that you need and want a longer period of chastity and bondage to be purified and happy. So now I want you to go home and resume what used to be your life. I'll call you tomorrow. Now get dressed and go!" She turned, pulled her thin rubber dress over her head, grabbed her coat and left the room.
Hmm... I played with the Belt for a moment to satisfy myself that I was securely locked in and that my Keyholder had left me no out. Well, I guess this is what I wanted, although right at the moment I wasn't too sure. I pulled my shorts up over the Belt and pulled my pants on. There was an obvious bulge over the penis sheath, about as bad as a really big hardon. I finished getting dressed and walked back to the BART station. A young lady suppressed a smile when she saw the huge hard lump in my pants, so I sat down at the other end of the car. When I sat, the back of the Belt tried to pull down, but the panel stayed secure against my belly. Mistress Betsy had been right- I wasn't going to see my cock until She wanted me to see it.
Finally home, I read the mail and tried to be normal. Eventually I was calm enough to go to bed and finally fell into a fitful sleep filled with kinky dreams. Three times I awoke with what should have been a raging hardon and a flood of cum, but all I had was a cock wedged in a too-small tube with its head crumpled in its curve and pointed at my feet.
The alarm clock work me a 6:20 the next morning, and I cussed to myself. Shit.... a work day! I went to the bathroom and foolishly tried to pee standing up- I only sprayed pee all over my feet and the floor. I cleaned up the mess and took a shower and finished my peeing there and also cleaned the Belt. I used the hand-held sprayer to squirt water up the tube and make sure the cables under my ass were clean. Then I grabbed a cup of coffee and caught a car-pool bus to the office. I sat quietly in the van, knowing the four guys and two ladies would not want to hear about my predicament.
At work, I went through a normal day. Several times my thoughts wandered... like once I was walking through the executive offices and I saw Patti Ochsner, a tall statuesque brunette goddess, bending too far over her desk. My eyes followed her stockings up to that forbidden stretch of naked thigh between her stockings and her panties, and the Belt reminded me wordlessly and mechanically that I was not free to fantasize!
After lunch I visited the bathroom. I walked past the urinals (out of the question, especially with guys next to you) and headed for a stall. The end one had a frosted window that could be opened, with a view of a bare rooftop and the empty building across the roof. I opened it halfway and lowered my pants and shorts. I sat down, feeling the straps between my thighs and the seat. I peed girlishly- so much so that I even reached up under my shirt and tweaked my tits- and tried to shake my penis by shaking the sheath tube; no way, there wasn't enough flexibility to do any good. Then I got the urge to shit. I nervously tried to pull the straps wide apart, but they didn't spread much. I bent forward and felt indelicately for my asshole in relation to the straps, decided they were OK, and left go. I had a bit of difficulty wiping, but time and delicacy fixed that.
After work I decided, in a horny and self-abusive mode, to stop off at a nudie bar on Broadway. I watched the jiggling flesh and enjoyed myself, especially when the Belt reminded me that my Keyholder wasn't going to let me loose right away. A favorite little dancer wiggled against me and my penis again wedged into the sheath. I wondered what she thought of the expression on my face?
That evening, Mistress Betsy called to ask how I was doing. "I'm doing quite well, thank you, and staying quite chaste!" She approved with a chuckle and asked if I would like to see a movie the next night. I of course agreed (on top of being a pretty girl she was the Holder of my Key) and she asked me to meet her at the same bar. I went to bed with even more thoughts churning in my head and moral chasteness seeming parsecs away.
But on Saturday I met her as scheduled and she walked me down the street to an adult movie emporium (why wasn't I surprised?) whose feature was "Passion Unbridled" starring nobody I had ever heard of. We took seats just as the movie started and the lead actress was naked within two minutes. As she held out her hands so her partner could tie them to the headboard, Mistress Betsy observed "She really gets off on being tied to the bed- look at the way her hips pump!" She kept up a stream of lewd commentary, and by the time we walked out of the theater my cock was long, fat, and packed painfully down the sheath tube of my Chastity Belt. "Mistress Betsy, would you please free me for five minutes? Please? I'm seriously hurting."
"Now we both know you really don't want to be released just yet... your Contract allows me to decide for you that you don't want freedom. Besides, I forgot to bring the key. Maybe I'll remember if you take me to dinner tomorrow might at Tony's. I'll make reservations and you'll pick me up at the usual place." I assured her I would be there.
So on Saturday morning I rented a tux; the guy measuring me might have felt something but if he did he must have assumed I just had an iron erection. I politely escorted Mistress Betsy to dinner at Tony's and saw the key to my cock dangling between her breasts. Our dinner went nicely, my concentration broken several times when my eyes stayed too long on Mistress Betsy's cleavage or when a particularly spectacular vision passed in front of me.
After dinner, Mistress Betsy suggested we go for a stroll, and I naturally agreed. We hailed a cab and she asked the driver for an address in the Castro district. As soon as we pulled away from the curb, Mistress Betsy reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of short shorts, sandals, and a T-shirt. "You will change into these." Obediently, knowing that she held the keys to my cock between her breasts, I changed. I'm sure the driver watched in the mirror as I changed, but he said nothing. Two minutes after Mistress Betsy stowed the last of my clothes in her bag, he pulled up at an intersection to let us out. Mistress Betsy hooked a leash to the ring on the bottom of my groin plate and led me around to pay the cabbie; he grinned lewdly and wished us a real good might.
As he disappeared into traffic, Mistress Betsy led me on a window-shopping tour. Fortunately, in that neighborhood many people might notice but nobody was shocked. After a couple of blocks, Mistress Betsy led me into a really-dark bar, and we took a secluded booth. When the barmaid came over to take our orders, Mistress Betsy had my shorts pulled down around my knees to expose the Chastity Belt and was carefully inspecting it for security. Of course, my genitals were concealed by the Belt, but I was and felt completely exposed and humiliated! The barmaid obviously noticed and displayed only surprise but just continued with her duties. When we finished our drinks, Mistress Betsy, having finished her inspection before finishing her drink, tugged on the leash and led me to the register; the barmaid smiled as she made change and checked out the large lump in my shorts.
Mistress Betsy continued our walking tour of the Castro until we finally arrived at a low-grade hotel, where she held my leash while I arranged for a room with a sneering clerk. We rode the elevator up to the room and Mistress Betsy stood back as I held the door for her.
"Well, slave, I have a treat for you. Stand before me." I stood, and she reached behind herself to unfasten her gown. As she hung it up, I saw she wore under it an incredibly sexy teddy which cupped her breasts and left her thick nipples bare. She turned around, and I saw that the teddy's backside was a mere thong which disappeared between her cheeks. She turned again, posturing her breasts and then wiggling her backside for me. My imprisoned balls throbbed.
"Do you like what you see? Would you like to masturbate for me?" "Oh, yes, Mistress, may I? Please?"
Mistress Betsy took the magnetic key from between her breasts and unlocked the heavy padlock. "You may remove it." In seconds, my cock was free, hard, and throbbing in my hand. "Lie on your back." I laid down, and she walked around me. "Go ahead- jerk yourself off. Look at me as you do it, as you pay tribute to my beauty." I took my cock in both hands and in a paltry two minutes my tribute spurted up from my frustrated cock and splattered down on my belly.
"You see how delightful even masturbation can be after forced deprivation?" "Oh, yes, my Mistress... it was incredible!"
"Good. Do you really want your freedom? Do you want me to return the key to your cock?" I didn't have to think long. "Oh, no, Mistress... please continue to hold my keys for me!"
"Satisfactory. You may put your Chastity Belt back on." As she watched closely, I carefully donned the Chastity Belt. She examined it carefully for security.
"Do you really want me to put my most-secure lock on your Chastity Belt and keep your cock prisoner and safe from your lust?" "Oh, yes, Mistress, please do that!" With a CLICK!, my chastity was once again ensured, my pleasure postponed.
"Do you really want me to hold your cock in bondage for as long as I, not you, want?" "Oh, yes, Mistress, please hold my cock in bondage forever!"
And as I watched in an erotic haze of horror, she flung the key to my cock out the window of our thirteenth-floor room. I rushed to the window and saw it flutter in the wind as it drooped toward the maze of rooftops, television antennae, trash cans and trucks far below. I stared, astonished, at my Mistress. She smiled cruelly back.