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Introduction to ChastityIntroduction to ChastityCarla and I had been dating for about three months. She was unlike anyother girl I had ever known. Where most girls are rather passive andsubmissive around men, Carla was just the opposite. She wanted to be incontrol of things. She was aggressive and dominant, and she insisted Iassume the opposite role. At first I was resistant, thinking somehow mymale pride was at stake, but the sex with her was so good that Isuppressed my normal male instincts and went along with her desires. Itwasn’t that big a deal actually. She liked to be on top during sex andthat worked for me too. I think I last longer when I’m on the bottomand the girl is setting the pace of things.One Friday night we were in her bed and just had sex. I was still on myback and she was up on her knees looking down on me. “Peter, I’ve beenthinking a lot about our relationship and I want to take it to the nextlevel.”Oh fuck. She wants to get engaged; to get married. I’m so not readyfor that. “What do you mean Carla? What do you mean by the nextlevel?””Up till now our relationship has been one of relative equals. Yes Imake the decisions about what movie to see; what restaurant to go to,etc. But when it comes to the bedroom it’s been a mutual pleasurething. We have vaginal intercourse. You always have an orgasm. Isometimes have an orgasm. I find that very unsatisfying. I want torearrange our sexual priorities. I want you to be willing to give mepleasure without necessarily expecting anything in return.””Well sure Carla. I want to be able to please you; to give youpleasure, even if sometimes I don’t have an orgasm myself.””I’m very pleased to hear you say that Peter. So you’re willing to goalong with my new program where your role will be to please others andnot to expect any self pleasure in return?””Yes Carla, if that’s how you want it, I’ll try to make sure you have anorgasm even if I don’t.”I told her what she wanted to hear. I knew every time we fucked I wasgoing to have an orgasm so I didn’t think I my promise to her had anydownside.”Good boy Peter. I’ll make the necessary arrangements, have youmeasured, and in a week or so we can start our new program.””Have me measured? What do I need to be measured for Carla?””For your new chastity belt of course. Once your little Willy is underlock and key, you’ll be able to devote your full attention to mypleasure and not dwell on when your next orgasm will be.””Chastity belt? I thought that was something women wore back in themiddle ages. Do they even make those things anymore?””Yes Peter, they are still made. There is a company right here inChicago that makes chastity belts for both women and men. I’ll scheduleyour appointment in the morning. Chastity belts are all custom made tomeasure. They have to fit snuggly in order to be secure.””I don’t get it Carla. How can I give you sexual pleasure if my cock islocked up in some belt thing?””Obviously we can’t have intercourse while you are locked Peter. But ofcourse there are other ways a girl can be pleasured that don’t involve apenis.””You mean oral sex? You know I don’t like doing that.””Perhaps with a little more practice you’ll come to appreciate servingand pleasing me orally Peter. As you say, once you’re locked in thebelt, your mouth, tongue and fingers are the only way to please me.””But what about my pleasure Carla?””Oh you’ll still be allowed self pleasure from time to time. I don’texpect you to remain permanently chaste. That would be cruel.””Ok, so the deal is you get me this belt thing and I wear it sometimesand go down on you so you get pleasure but I don’t. And then othertimes I don’t wear the belt and I can have an orgasm too?””Yes Peter that sums it up nicely. Think of it as a little fine tuningof our relationship. A bit of rebalancing. A few more orgasms for me,and a few less for you. Is that something you’ll agree to Peter?””Yes. I agree. I’ll wear the belt thing sometimes and like you said,you’ll get a few more orgasms and me a few less.””Excellent. I took the liberty of drafting a little agreement; acontract which lays out the terms and conditions of your chastity Peter.There’s a copy on my desk in the den. Please read it and sign it. Thenwe can move forward.”I got the paper from her desk. It was titled Chastity Contract. Itpretty much covered what she described. It said Carla would buy me achastity belt and I agreed to wear it and for her to keep the keys tothe locks and that she would remove the belt “from time to time” toallow me sexual release. It seemed very straightforward. It’s not thatI wanted to wear a chastity belt, but knowing Carla, if I didn’t agreeto this, chances are it would be over between us and I didn’t want thatto happen. I hadn’t used the L word yet, but I knew I was falling inlove with her and I didn’t want to destroy that over some silly belt.I returned to the bedroom and signed the chastity contract, handing itto Carla. She also signed it and dated it. She smiled. She pulled meback into her bed and crawled up on top of me in the 69 position. Thiswas something new. She put her head between my legs and started suckingmy cock as she pressed her pussy against my face. Of course I had toreciprocate. It was great; burdur rus escort probably the best sex we ever had. I washappy. I’ll gladly wear a chastity belt if this is the result.Monday after work I was measured for my new chastity belt. Thefollowing Friday it was ready for my “final fitting”. I had no realidea what to expect. I assumed the belt would be made of leather, whichwas a bad assumption. The whole thing was made of heavy stainlesssteel. There was a steel belt that went around my waist and a curvedsteel cup which covered my genitals and attached between my legs to acoated steel cable that rested in my ass crack and ran to the back ofthe belt. Inside the cup was a penis tube. It was designed so my cockpointed down and slid into the tube as the belt was pulled into place.The tube terminated with a number of perforations where urine could flowout if I had to pee while wearing it. The whole thing was held togetherwith a heavy brass padlock. Once the padlock was closed the belt makerhanded Carla the keys. It was heavy. It was tight. It was anythingbut comfortable. She wrote a check to pay for my belt while I gotdressed again.We drove home in relative silence. I put my hand over the crotch of mypants and rubbed. I could feel nothing but cold steel. There was noway I could get any sexual stimulation while locked in this b**stlycontraption.When we arrived home Carla opened a bottle of wine and we sat in the denand drank a toast “to my chastity”. I didn’t think it was something tobe celebrated, but I sure did need a drink at that point. We polishedoff the bottle and Carla told me to open another which I did. We satsipping wine in silence.I had to pee. “Carla I need you to unlock my belt. I have to pee.””Peter you heard the man who made your belt. It doesn’t need to beremoved for you to use the toilet. I wouldn’t advise going standing upanymore but you can sit and pee in the toilet just like I do. It’sreally not a big deal. The belt is stainless steel. Urine won’t damageit. Just be sure to wipe the shield after you finish.”I did as instructed. It was a little messy but manageable. I returnedto the den. I looked at Carla. I had to ask. “So when are you goingto unlock the belt so we can have sex?””There is no fixed schedule Peter. I’ll unlock you when I think it’sappropriate. A lot will depend on your behavior.””What do you mean, my behavior?””Your behavior Peter. How helpful you are with the household chores;how well you take care of your personal appearance; how many times yougive me oral pleasure.””So you’re saying the more housework I do; the more oral sex I give you,the more often you’ll take this belt off?””Yes precisely Peter. Orgasms are your reward for being a good boy.Time in chastity is your punishment for being a bad boy and not pleasingme.”I finally started to figure out that me locked in a chastity belt andher holding the keys gave her an enormous amount of leverage over me.My sex life was no longer under my control. Shit, I couldn’t evenmasturbate with this thing on.After finishing the wine we went to bed. I was on my back when shecrawled over and sat on my face. “Get busy Peter. I need an orgasm.”I got busy. I had no choice really. She started moaning and pantingand I could feel the beginnings of an erection. Then I felt the pain.I wanted to scream but she was still on my face. Finally she finishedand rolled off me. Tears were running down my cheeks.”Peter what’s wrong dear?””I started getting an erection and all of a sudden it felt like someonewas sticking needles in my dick.””Oh yes I forgot to mention that. I had them line the inside of yourpenis tube with some sharp points. When you attempt to get an erectionyou’ll feel them. It’s a training device Peter. Erections equal pain. You want to avoid the pain, so you will eventually learn to avoidgetting erections. Its quite simple but the belt maker highlyrecommended that option.””Well I guess when I’m locked in the belt there isn’t much point ingetting an erection anyway since I can’t do anything about it.””That’s right Paul. They call them chastity belts because they assurethat you remain chaste. Once you learn to stop having erections you canfocus all of your sexual energy on pleasing others. Won’t that bewonderful?””Wonderful for others, but not so great for me Paula.””There you go again. You can be so self centered. You should thank mefor locking you in the belt. It’s going to make you a much betterperson in the long run.”I figured it wouldn’t cost me anything to suck up to her and maybe itwould convince her to unlock the belt sooner. “Thank you my love forlocking me in my new chastity belt and helping me to become a betterperson.”I slept poorly that first night. I kept rubbing the front shield of mybelt hoping it would somehow give me some stimulation, but of coursethat was an exercise in futility.I wore the belt 24/7 for the first week. Finally Carla said she neededto unlock me. I was so ready for sex. The longer I stayed locked thehornier I got. She had me sit on a chair in the kitchen. Then sheproduced a pair of steel handcuffs that looked genuine. She told me toplace both hands through rungs in the chair back and handcuffed mywrists burdur rus escort bayan together behind the chair. Then at last she unlocked and removedthe belt. I immediately sprung an erection. After a week’s confinementwhat do you expect? She left me cuffed to the chair and put the belt inthe kitchen sink, washing it with soap and water.She returned to the chair and used a washcloth to wash my crotch andpenis. Then she shaved my pubic hair. My cock remained erect and I wasdying for her to touch it. If she didn’t want intercourse she could atleast give me a hand job. But no. Once me and the belt were dry shegot a bowl of ice cubes from the freezer and started to ice my genitals.The shock of the cold ice and water caused my erection to wither. OnceI was soft she slipped the belt back on me, making sure my penis filledthe tube with the steel points inside. She locked the belt tight andwent somewhere else in the house (probably to hide the key). Shereturned and unlocked my wrists freeing me from the chair but once morechaste and locked in the belt.This cycle continued for three weeks. I remained in the belt 24/7 andit only came off once a week for cleaning and shaving. I hadn’t had anorgasm in almost a month. Finally, at the fourth weekly cleaning sheslid a condom over my erection and jerked me off. I came very quicklyand it wasn’t real satisfying but at least I got off finally. Shecarefully pulled the condom off my now deflating penis and held it infront of my face.”Open your mouth Peter. I want to give you a taste of what girls tastewhen they serve men orally.””No Carla. I don’t want to do that. That’s disgusting?””Was it disgusting when I sucked you and swallowed it Peter?””No that was great. It was like the best sex we ever had.””Open your mouth Peter. If you don’t do this for me it will be twomonths before your next orgasm. Now open up and eat it.”Two months? Oh my god. Not that. I started to cry but I opened mymouth and she emptied the condom into my mouth. It tasted bitter andsalty. I wanted to spit it out, but just swallowed it as fast as Icould.”Good boy Peter. Now it’s time to lock you up again. I don’t want tospoil you after all.”Over the next month Carla’s sexual appetite seemed to increase. Sheinsisted I serve her orally almost every night and some mornings aswell. I stayed locked and chaste. Four weeks from my last orgasm theevents of that night were repeated. She jerked me off into a condom andI ate it. It didn’t seem as bad this the second time. Maybe semen isan acquired taste.A couple days after my second orgasm Carla came home with something new.It was an array of stainless steel bands and chains the purpose of whichwas not obvious to me, though I surmised it came from the man who mademy chastity belt.”What’s all this stuff Carla?””I bought some nice accessories for your chastity belt Peter. Go getundressed and then come back to the kitchen.”I took off my shoes, socks, pants and shirt. I stopped wearingunderpants when I got my permanent steel ones. I returned to thekitchen naked but for the chastity belt.”Stand over here in front of me dear.”I stood facing Carla.”Lift your left leg.”I steadied myself with a hand on the kitchen table and raised my leftfoot. She bent down and slipped a steel band over my foot and held itby my ankle.”Put your foot down please.”The steel band was about eight inches in diameter and made of flat steelabout an inch wide and about the same thickness as the waist band of mybelt. There was about a foot long piece of flat chain attached to a Dring on the side of the band. She pulled the band up my leg. It gottight at about mid thigh. She then pulled the flat chain up to the sideof the waist band of my belt. When I got the belt there were D rings oneach side of the waist band which had no obvious purpose until now. Sheattached the flat chain to the waist band with a brass padlock. Sherepeated the whole process with my right leg. Then she took a shortlength of chain and ran it through small D rings on the inside of eachthigh band. The chain then ran up to my crotch and looped throughanother small ring on the bottom side of my shield. The two ends of thechain were padlocked together, forming a triangle which held the twothigh bands about four inches apart and kept them even.”Oh Peter that looks lovely. I’m getting horny just looking at your newsteel. Walk around a little; see how the thigh bands feel.”When I took my first step I realized the thigh bands were really ahobble and forced me to take short mincing steps. I could still walk,but certainly couldn’t do any running in this contraption.”That looks good Peter. I think I’ll leave the hobble chain as it isfor now. Once you get used to it, I will probably shorten it a coupleof links to further restrict your stride.””Why are you doing this Carla? What’s the point of making me wearthis?””I’m doing it because it pleases me Peter. And because you wearing itpleases me, that should also please you.””Yes but aside from the bondage aspect of it, what purpose does itserve?””As you can see, it shortens your stride; it hobbles you; it handicapsyou. It makes you more submissive and gives me a greater sense ofempowerment. rus escort burdur It also prevents you from spreading your legs in an effortso somehow defeat your chastity belt. But perhaps most importantly, itwill force a rather dramatic change in your wardrobe and appearance.””I don’t understand. What has this thigh hobble to do with mywardrobe?””Put your pants back on Peter.”I sat on the edge of a kitchen chair and pulled my pants on. As Ipulled them up it became obvious. The hobble chain meant I could nolonger wear pants.”Carla, what am I supposed to wear. None of my pants will fit over thishobble chain.””Think about it Peter. What kind of garments don’t have separate legs? What kind of garment could a person in a thigh hobble wear?””Nothing. Nothing except maybe a skirt or a dress. Surely you don’texpect me to start wearing skirts?”She just stared at me and didn’t respond. “Carla, you can’t be serious.You really want me to wear girls clothing?””You really have no choice Peter. Unless you want to go to the grocerystore wearing nothing but your chastity belt and thigh bands you willmost certainly have to wear a skirt or dress.””What about work? I can’t go to work dressed like that.””Yes that would be rather humiliating wouldn’t it dear. But not toworry. Your resignation letter went to your boss this morning. I don’twant my loving girlfriend to suffer any unnecessary embarrassment.””How am I suppose to pay my bills without a job Carla?””You’ll have to rely on the kindness of your girlfriend Peter. Ifyou’re a good girl I’ll take care of your personal finances from now on.All you have to worry your little head about is taking good care of meand my home.”All of a sudden I’m her girlfriend; not her boyfriend. She wants me tobe a good girl. She wants me to start wearing skirts and who knows whatelse. All she would have to do is unlock that stupid hobble chain and Icould keep wearing pants; keep being her man. I guess she doesn’t wanta man anymore. She sure isn’t using my cock since locking me up. Allshe wants is my tongue. All she wants is her girlfriend’s tongue. Istarted to cry. All these changes were just too much to cope with. Idon’t want to be a girlfriend. I want to go back to how things werebefore she locked me in this damn belt. But I know she will never goback to that. I signed the contract. She wants to change me. She ischanging me in more ways than I could have imagined. Chastity belts;thigh hobbles; skirts. What next? Nylon stockings and high heeledshoes?I love her but I feel trapped by her. I signed a chastity contract. Itgives her total control. The contract has no expiration date. I’mstuck in this chastity for as long as it pleases her; for the rest of mylife even.Carla called it a night. I hobbled to the bedroom taking tiny girlysteps. Carla got on top of my face and I gave her oral service. Aftertwo months in the chastity belt I was finally getting used to it, andnow this new encumbrance. I couldn’t get comfortable in bed; couldn’tcross my legs or spread them. I slept fitfully but knew that this toowas something my body would eventually adapt to.The next day I stayed home and did some laundry and ironing while Carlawent shopping for me. She returned loaded down with packages. I gotfour new skirts and four blouses. Worse than that, there were severalpackages of nylon stockings and boxes of high heels.Over the next few months Carla totally replaced my wardrobe. There weremore skirts and blouses, some fancy dresses and even a couple of maid’suniforms I wore when doing housework while Carla was at work. Oralservice was a daily occurrence while my little hand jobs were stretchingfurther and further apart. High heels were the only footwear allowed.It seemed Carla wanted me to be a very girly girl.I started wearing makeup and jewelry. She had my ears pierced. I got acouple of girly tattoos. She took me to a doctor and got meprescriptions for female hormones and a d**g that was supposed to dampendown my male sex drive. I rarely got erections anymore, mainly becauseof the conditioning of the spiked penis tube in my chastity belt. Infact on those rare occasions when I was allowed an orgasm it wasbecoming increasingly difficult to get an erection and to ejaculate.The hormones did their work. My breasts started to develop and Istarted wearing bras. Carla went back to the belt maker and had a setof wrist and ankle cuffs and a collar made for me. They were all steeland matched the style of my belt and thigh hobbles. Each cuff andcollar was secured with another brass padlock. At that point I waslugging around nine padlocks; two wrist, two ankle, one neck, onechastity belt and three on the thigh hobbles.I had hoped that as I became more feminized Carla would relent and letme stop wearing the chastity belt but she explained to me that even if Ihad been a real girl she would have fitted me with a chastity belt. Itwas all about control and power for her.You must wonder why I put up with it. Why I let her take control andfeminize me. I often ask myself the same question. I guess somehow inaddition to me fulfilling her needs, she is fulfilling my masochisticneed to submit and be controlled. We are complimentary. She completesme and hopefully I complete her. I don’t mind being a girl. It’s nicenot to have to compete in the labor market; to be a stay at homehousewife. Carla’s career is taking off while when I worked I was in adead end job with no future. I would rather be a rich woman’s wife thana poor girl’s husband. I’m happy; Carla is happy; nothing else reallymatters.

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