The Keyholder

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?