Belted

When I was 16 I made a big mistake and had sex before marriage. It was wonderful while it lasted but as usual, all good things must come to an abrupt end. My family heard about it and they practically disowned me. What the hell did I do? Why did I do something so stupid? Anyhow it was the weekend now and it was time to relax. My family (a little religious) suggested that I go to the church and confess my sin to the preacher and pray about it. So when Sunday came I got ready and hitched a ride with my grandma and Mom. We got to the church and the service went normal until the preacher started laying it on BIG time about not fornicating. I knew (or had a huge hunch) that my family told the preacher what I did. Thanks, big help.
After the service was over my Mom and Grandma wanted me to see the preacher. I wasn't interested BUT to get them off my back, I went and saw him. He was nice to me at the start until he started laying it on me in front of the people that I shouldn't be a fornicator and all fornicators go to hell. Gee, just to brighten my day. He wanted me to pray and ask God to forgive me and I really did so I prayed and felt something lift off of me. Wow! was this a religious experience? Seemed like it to me. We then left for home. On the way home, my family and I talked about God and the Bible and forgiveness of sin. I mentioned that I didn't know if I could face the temptation of sex again specially if its from the same girl. When I said that my Grandma looked at me kinda weird but I just blew it off. We got home and I rested the remainder of the day.
When Monday came it was back to school and lo and behold the same girl (Sarah) I had sex with was right in front of the door waiting for me. She asked me if I liked the sex that we had and I said yes. It was the truth, I really did like it but not that fact that it was a sin! I was a Christian now (I thought) and wasn't gonna let some devils temptress get me to... As I was thinking this she blurted out if I wanted to have sex again. Oh boy, I felt my palms get sweaty and my heart raced as I thought about the experience I had with her. I said to her that I wanted to have sex again and she said to me to look for her note for the place and time. I said all of this to her to get her to leave but truly I didn't want to sin again.
Three periods passed and it was math class that we shared together. She walked passed me and went to her seat a few rows over but laid a note on my desk. It said to meet her at her friend Jesse's house at 7:00pm that night. Oh my God! tonight? What was I gonna do? I was trapped, I had no way out but wait! I have religion now and thought to pray to God for strength to tell her no. I asked the teacher to let me go use the bathroom and get a drink. She said OK and I left and headed strait for the bathroom to pray.
When I got there I checked to make sure it was clear and I started to pray. I prayed with all of my might. I wasn't loud but it was everything in me that I had. Just then she walked in the boys bathroom. Oh no!! This cant be, why did she come here? She then walked up to me and started to kiss me before I could even begin to push her away. I stood there with my lips on hers and we passionately kissed for the longest time. My hands were extremely sweaty and I shaked at her and was about to say no when I chickened out and said I'll be there right on time. No! this isn't what I'm in here to do. She then thumped me on my wee wee and said bye. I really screwed this one up BIG time. Two times I bolted and was wondering if I really had a religious experience or not. So much for praying.
The day seemed to go very fast from that point on. I wanted it to never leave the third hour but as soon as School was out I headed home. The time just kept going by faster and faster until it was a half an hour till sex time. No, I shouldn't think that! I had to go over there and tell her that it was off and I wasn't going to sin again against God. I finally got ready and told my parents I'd be right back and started to head out the door when I saw my Grandma look at me weird from the other side of the room. Anyhow, I've gotta go.
When I got to Jesse's house I saw her open the door and she had on a long nightgown with a silk or satin looking robe. Oh no, Im done for. I walked up to her and told her to her face with all of the might I had that I wasn't gonna have sex with her that night. She just looked at me and said I was a real joker. Then she grabbed me on my arm and yanked me in the house. Great, now I was standing in front of this 9.9 Goddess of a 16 year old in that sexy lingerie nightgown and I couldn't resist anymore. I had to bang her. We went up stairs and we had sex.
I made it home on time but when I came in the door my Grandma met me there and had 'the look' in her eyes. Oh my God!!, she knew somehow, I didn't know how but she knew what I did! She told me that she knew I couldn't keep my pants on and this meant another trip to the church. Not that, I was gonna get barbecued if I had to go to church again and have to face that preacher. I went to bed and wept myself asleep.
The week went by fast and it was Sunday again. I managed to avoid contact with Sarah all week but knew that inevitably our paths would cross again. We arrived at church and I took my seat and to my horror Sarah came in the church and sat right next to me. What in the hell?? I thought. Is this some sort of trick that God or the devil was playing on me? The service started and she blended right in by grabbing a hymnal and sang like she was a saint. I knew better. She was wearing a very conservative long dress and had her hair up in a bun and it was covered by a shawl or something. I couldn't concentrate and I kept looking over at her from time to time. I just about wanted to stand up and yell hypocrite when Sarah pulled out her little Christian fan and started to fan the heat off herself. Give me a freaking break.
The preacher preached a more mellow sermon other than that hell is hotter than hell sermon. I looked over at Sarah again but this time when I looked back I saw my grandma looking at me with fire and brimstone in her eyes. Shit! I thought what kind of trouble was I asking for anyway, I knew that look wasn't healthy. Anyhow the service got over and Sarah looked at me and told me that this was a nice church and that I was good in bed. She then got up and strutted out the door like the little hypocrite fanning her little face as she went. I knew I was in sin and wasn't trying to pretend. The next thing I knew I felt a very cold hand grab my arm and knew that meat hook belonged to one person, my half sain and somewhat senile Grandma. Were seeing the preacha man and were going to 'fix' this little problem you have with keeping your wee wee in your pants. Oh my God, she said that to me right in church.
We went to the preacher and she told him the bad news. He jumped clear over that four and a half foot altar and got right at my face. He got all red in his face like he was about to blow and yelled at me for about twenty minutes telling how damn hot hell is and how damn close I was there already. He loved to say damn, even in his sermons. My Grandma then blew me away by telling him that I was banging the girl Sarah that comes in here and acts like she's a saint. What in the freaking hell? How the hell she know all of this? Is she a member of heaven's CIA or something? We then prayed at the altar and I honestly prayed for forgiveness and again I felt the same religious experience but this time my spirit had a little anxiety, I wonder why? Anyhow we left the church and headed for home.
On the way home I mentioned I wish I had a way to make sure that I could stay pure and not sin again against God with another girl. My grandma looked at me in that funny way again and said for me to come to her room when we get home. We didn't go home right away but just drove around. I wondered why she wanted me to come to her room for but I just shook it off but that anxious feeling just wouldn't go down, what was with that? When we got home I went in the house and set my things on the counter. I looked up and saw my grandma standing in front of her door motioning me to come with her finger. Oh S***! I thought.
I went into her room but didn't see her in it then suddenly the door came crashing closed behind me shaking the whole dang house. That little anxious feeling grew a lot bigger at that moment. So, you want a way to stay pure? drop your droors Mr! What the F***!! She wants me to drop my pants in front of her. I said why should I. She said just do it, I wont look and besides its not like I never seen a mans wee wee before, I had 7 kids. If you want just close your eyes and just stand still. So I did as she said and I dropped my pants and unders. Man, what for? Then all of a sudden with my eyes closed I felt something go across my wee wee and around my back and under my butt. With a click and a couple of tugs she said, there, now you wont be screwing around anymore. I have the only key that can open that lock. It wont be opened again until you get married.
I just looked at it and then it hit me, THIS IS A F***ING CHASTITY BELT!!, Nooo!!!, this cant be. But, how will I be able to function through it? Oh don't worry young man, all of your body functions will still be in tact. You can take showers, and go to the bathroom, but just not sex or masturbation which I know you LOVE to because I have washed many of your sheets before. Remember, I have the only key to it and will let you out on your wedding day whenever and if ever that comes. What if I never find a woman to marry? Then your safe and secure knowing that your pure and chaste and can never fall into temptation.
I started to walk out of the room when she yelled at me. Oh, just one more thing, don't get careless and think that you can cut the belt off because if you do, then, well, lets say that you will be in a more permanent state of purity. What!?!?! you mean this thing can cut me completely off? Don't worry she tried to comfort me, I love you and wouldn't want to have that happen, well, maybe to teach you a lesson and then I'd pray for your healing. Hope you enjoy your chaste life. And with that she shut her door.
FIVE YEARS LATER
Well, I finally made it to my wedding day. I just cant stop thinking about being set free from this devils contraption. Those years went by very slow. I was very careful not to 'set off' the chopping mechanism in this belt. I have to say that after the belt was put on me I lost Sarah, and she stopped coming to my church. Oh well. I was able to stay out of fornication and didn't want to. Here comes my Grandma with uncle John to set me free. See, I knew you could do it with the help of my chastity belt. She then takes him to an empty room and he drops his pants and she takes the device completely off. There, now go get her you wild stallion! She started to walk away but turned back to me and said, I have to make one small confession, this belt has no 'chopping' device in it my Grandson. I did that to make sure that you'd never by tempted to take it off, now put your pants back on and go to your new wife.
She tricked me! Oh well. At least my prayer was answered and I was able to be more chaste. I am very faithful to my wife and family because now I have the strength because of my loving and tricky Grandma and her chastity belt.
THE NEXT DAY
The next day my wife opened a gift box and found the old chastity belt that I just had removed. She then called for me saying, "Oh honey"......

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...As I heard my wife call me out I didn't know what to expect. She then held up the chastity belt and my mouth dropped. 'It couldn't be the same belt.' I thought to myself. But alas it was in fact the same belt and I was about to say something when she said to me:
"Hey, lets see if this fits you."
DAMN! I just got this belt off and didn't want to see this infernal contraption EVER again let alone put it back on. I objected with these words:
"Cindy, I ju... " (Interrupted)
"Oh, come on you wimp, I'll let you out." (With evil eyes)
But by the look in her eyes I knew that I wouldn't get out for a long time and tried again to object.
"Cindy, I love you but I don't want that thing on me. I want to make love to you today, how about wearing it tonight"?
There. I said it and thought that that would convince her. Not! She then walked over to me and said:
"Drop your britches big boy!" (With anger in her voice)
Damn! What was I getting myself into (besides the belt). I then slowly unbuckled my pants and they fell to the floor with the sound of the buckle clanging. She then pulled out a pair of black handcuffs and said:
"Put your hands behind your back big boy!" (Devilish look)
Trying to stall I looked at her and said:
"Don't you think that I should first go to the bathroom and then get totally naked for you to play this game with me?"
"Who says I'm playing games... (Grabs my shirt and rips it off) ...there, now you can go pee or poop or barf, but you better be back in five minutes."
Crap, only five minutes? this isn't much time to do anything so I quickly went into the bathroom. When I got out of the bathroom Cindy suprised me from behind as I walked into the room and cuffed me behind my back and told me to "get down!" so I did.
"Now, this is the way things are gonna be. You! are GOING to wear this belt ALL of the time wither you like it or not and believe me Mr., you better start liking it because I know of your little 'problem' with sex"!
Oh no! She can't possibly kn....
"I know of your little 'run in' with sexual sin because your very kind Grandma told me ALL about it."
Crap! What the F***! have I got myself into, this has got to end right now!
"Cindy, you know that I love you and will always love you, right"?
A few moments of silence as She moved behind me. Then in a moments time I feel the ice cold steel of the belt go under my rear and then she brings it up to the front. She then puts all of the pieces together and locks the one lock in front.
"There, fits you perfectly. Just as though you've been wearing it for years, haha"!
I was belted again. Nothing I could do about but to sit there on the ground and take orders from my new wife. I then asked her this:
"Cindy, do you have the key"?
"Of course... (She replied quickly) ...let me go get it."
She then walked over to the box and looked through it for what seemed to me an eternity. I was starting to wonder if she was just playing games or something was up.
"Cindy baby, what wrong"? (With concern)
She then walks back with a note in her hand and reads it to me out loud:
"CONGRATS ON YOUR BEAUTIFUL NEW MARRIAGE. I HOPE YOU LIKE THE BELT BECAUSE IT'S GOING TO BE A PART OF THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. I CERTAINLY HOPE THE TWO OF YOU HAD HOT AND SWEATY SEX BEFORE PUTTING IT ON BECAUSE IF YOU DIDN'T, YOU NEVER WILL. IF YOU EVER WANT TO SEE YOUR PRECIOUS MEMBER GET FREE AGAIN THEN YOU WILL MEET ME IN THE 'OLD PARK' ON SUNDAY WITH $2000.00 IN EXCHANGE FOR THE KEY OF YOUR FREEDOM."
YOUR FAITHFUL KH
Cindy looks over at me with a puzzled look on her face and wonders and says these words:
"Who is your faithful key holder"? (Questioned look)
"I don't have a key holder, I thought this was your game that you were playing with me." (Serious)
"OK, is your grandmother doing this to us"?
"No, she loves me and would let you be the key holder. By the way, could you set me free out of the cuffs"?
I have to try since things are more serious now.
"Sure, I'll let you out and call your grandmother up to see what's going on."
She then let me out and called my grandmother up. Everything was going fine until I heard Cindy say out loud:
"Your totally serious"!
'What's going on' I thought as she continued to talk to her on the phone. Then when she handed up the phone she sat back in the chair with a worried look on her face.
"Cindy, what's up, what's going on?" (More concerned)
"I'm afraid someone has taken your manhood hostage. Your grandmother put the key securely into the box with lots of key rings on it to prevent its loss and set it on the table with the rest of our gifts."
When I heard that I was totally freaking out. I knew that Cindy wasn't messing around with me. It wasn't her style, I knew how she played jokes.
"We've got to get the $2000.00 for the key"! (Said Cindy)
"I've got the money, lets go together and see what this is all about." (Said me)
"OK, it's settled, we'll get the money and wait until Sunday."
ON SUNDAY
The week went by very slowly and all that Cindy and I could think of was getting this belt off and getting on with our lives. Who is this secret key holder? Well, here we are at the 'Old Park' and we sit in our car waiting for the first sign of anyone who has the key. Then in that moment the cell phone rang. Cindy answered.
"You've got the money"? (Said the modified voice)
Cindy then motioned me that the person is on the phone.
"Well, do you have it or are you happy to have his member locked up forever in that belt"? (Again said the voice)
"Yes, yes! I got the money." (Cindy said)
"Good, put it in the trash can next to statue and leave."
"But, what about the key"? (Cindy said with anger)
"Just do as I say or the key will get grinded to powder, do you understand me"? (With authority)
"OK, OK, here,... (Cindy gets out of the car and walks toward the statue and places the money in the trash) ...the money is in the can, now please give us the key"!
"I thought I told you to put it in the can and leave! That's it the key is powder"!
The phone goes dead and I can see Cindy say 'Hello' over and over into it. She then runs back into the car.
"I don't know if the person was bluffing or not but they say the key is gonna be ground to powder because we didn't leave."
"Well, lets not waste anymore time, lets get outta here if that's what they want."
We then start to drive off when the phone rings again. This time I grab the phone out of Cindy's hand and say:
"All right, we did as you said, now give me my freaking key to the belt"! (Angrily said)
"You are not the one who dictates the terms buddy. I was going to give you the key right back but because you have insulted me I want another $1000.00 for the trouble."
"What! You son of a b****!!"?
"Now, now, now, is that how a church boy is supposed to act? It's $2000.00 more now because of that mouth."
The phone then goes dead again. We wait for an hour for the phone to ring again but we eventually just go home $2000.00 shorter and no key. We then go to bed.
NEXT MORNING
The phone rings off the hook at 7:00am when Cindy finally gets to it and the same voice is on the line.
"The belted one ALONE is to meet me at the High School in an hour and I will give the him key."
Then it goes dead.
"Damn this key holder! he wants you at the High School alone." (She tells me as I'm still waking up)
"OK, that is what I'll have to do." (Me)
"I'm scared, maybe this is a trap to kill you. Shouldn't you have a gun to take with you"? (Cindy)
"No weapons, I'll just see what he wants and if I don't get the key this time then I'll call up a locksmith." (With manly confidence)
"OK, dot be too long and be sure to call me and tell me what happens."
"OK"
Then I walk out the door after I get dressed and head toward the school.
ONE HOUR LATER
As I was sitting in the parking lot I see an old beater drive up and this woman gets out. She stands next to her car. I then get out of mine and walk close to her and can see that she is wearing a hood over her face. I kinda snicker at this whore for putting me in this place and know that I can break her down and take my key by force. Then, in a moment, she lifts her head and draws a gun on me and says:
"That'll be far enough chastity boy!"
That's when I see her face and Oh my God! It's Sarah!
"Sarah! Its you!"
I was glad, mad and sad to meet her at the same time.
"Remember me? we had a love that you threw away by marrying that b**** Cindy, I was the one who loved you."
"That was years ago, Im sorry, but I do love Cindy."
She then pulls out an envelope and holds it up.
"This is your belt key, if you want it I suggest you go into back of the school."
So I start to walk to the back of the school when she suddenly made me stop with her hand on my shoulder with the gun in my back the whole way.
"Strip naked chaste boy and toss your clothes on the ground."
I didn't want to do it but with that 44 at my face I dare not screw this up. So I did as she said and off went my clothes. She then took off the chastity belt and tossed it with the key into the trash can. I was now totally naked.
"Ha ha, Let me put THIS chastity belt on you."
'What the f***!' I thought. She then placed a heavier, thicker belt on me and closed it shut with five, yes, five big black locks.
"I know now that I have total control over you. And thanks for the $2000.00, it paid for the new belt."
I looked at the bulky new belt.
"I hope you like your new prison because your gonna be wearing for the next five years just like I had to wait until you went and married that bimbo Cindy, Tootles!!
Sarah then left me there behind the school naked with the new prison but she poked her head around and said this.
"Oh by the way, I heard about the old belt you had on and what your grandmother told you about it cutting your manhood off if you tried to remove it, well, lets just say that NOW you dare not even try to even pick it unless you like being a eunuch. Adios."
I was then left all alone in the school. How can I let my wife know about this? Can I get this one off? Is what Sarah said true? Only time will tell...

Chastity Science

Donna was a woman of science. In her job as a lab technician, she often performed experiments using precise scientific calculations. In the interest of accuracy, the results of these experiments were always carefully recorded by computers. Donna had a lot of experience in her field and was a very good scientist.

But Donna had another side that only a few people knew about. To unwind after work, she would search the Internet for information about female domination. All her life she was dominant and she dreamed of one day taking a permanent male slave. But sadly she had never really pursued this fantasy. She was 29 years old, fairly tall (about 5' 10") with a firm, feminine, athletic body, but she usually dressed so conservatively that few men took notice. But if she ever made the effort to look sexy (which she rarely did), she would have no problem bringing men to their knees.
Unfortunately, Donna was very dedicated to her work and didn't take much time for her femdom pursuits. But all that changed one day when Donna went out after work with her coworker Wendy. Wendy was a little younger than Donna, a little shorter, but she had a fantastic body from many hours teaching aerobics class.
It has been a tough day, and Donna and Wendy had both had problems with their male boss. After a few beers, they began jokingly talking about what they'd like to do with their boss.
It didn't take long before Donna realized that Wendy shared her fantasy for dominating men. Wendy didn't really have any knowledge on the subject, so Donna started to fill her in. She told her about forced chastity and shared some website addresses. Wendy was full of questions, and her one question would change Donna's world forever. From one scientist to another, she asked: "Has anyone ever taken a scientific approach to chastity - to find the point of maximum stimulation and teasing without allowing orgasm?"
Donna was fascinated. She searched and searched was unable to find any kind of true scientific study on the subject. Suddenly, Donna's two worlds of science and sex began to collide... and Donna was more excited than ever.
Soon Donna and Wendy began gathering equipment, computers, sex toys and the like. Donna converted a room in her basement into a laboratory/dungeon. Donna began searching the web more seriously for a willing slave. After much photo exchanges and a few face-to-face meetings, they had their man. Jim was a 22-year-old recent college graduate, a former collegiate swimmer with a rock-hard body. Both Donna and Wendy were attracted to his body, but even more so to his submissive, willing-to-please attitude.
One night Jim was invited over to Donna's home. Donna ordered him to strip, and she carefully measured him for a Tollyboy-style belt. The belt had to be 100% secure to ensure the validity of the scientific experiement, and to ensure Jim's teasing was total and complete.
The whole fitting experience was too stimulating for Donna to stand, so she allowed Jim to kiss her pussy for a while after they were finished. It was the first time Donna had ever truly allowed herself to receive pleasure without feeling the need to give anything back. She was becoming a true dominant.
Jim was told what they expected from him. He would be a chastity-slave, expected to do all the duties a slave might do, but he would also be the guinea pig in a scientific experiment. If all went well, he could expect to be teased like no man had ever been teased before. Once Jim saw Donna and Wendy looking sexy, he agreed completely to their terms.
When Jim's belt arrived, it was time for the first session. After Jim tried on the belt (it fit perfectly - no chance for escape), the belt was removed and Jim was stripped naked. His hands were secured over his head, and his ankles connected to the ground. A high-quality vibrating sleeve was connected securely to his penis. A vibrating butt plug was inserted, and vibrating nipple clamps were connected. All the stimulators were joined together and connected to a complex computer system. Sensors were put in place to monitor Jim's heartrate, body temperature, respiration, blood pressure and more -- and all of this data was also fed into the high-powered computer.
As Donna walked around Jim in her tight leather corset, teasing him, Wendy was at the controls of the computer system. Slowly, she gradually increased the stimulation of Jim's cock, nipples and ass as she measured his vital signs. As the vibrations got more intense, Jim began to thrust in mid-air and moan. Donna smiled and teased him, as Wendy recorded the exact moment when these things began to happen. The entire session was videotaped for later review.
Eventually, Jim couldn't stand it any longer and he came in a tremendous explosion. Everything was cleaned up and all the data was saved. Jim was placed back into his belt and sent on his way (a happy man). Donna and Wendy compiled the data into a report and began studying.
The following week, Jim arrived eager to get out of his belt and repeat the previous week's events. Everything was the same... only this time, Wendy and Donna had made some adjustments based on the previous week's session. When Jim's vital signs reached certain levels, when his thrusting reached a certain speed, etc., these were signs of immenient orgasm. So the stimulation was reduced. This theory was tested successfully for about 45 minutes. Jim was rock hard and thrusting almost the entire time. Wendy played his body like an instrument as Donna taunted and teased him. But finally, again, he came in a tremendous release.
After a few weeks, Donna and Wendy had refined their formula. This time, Jim was kept rock-hard, thrusting and moaning for 3 hours - the maximum amount of time he could stay hard without risk of physical damage. Sweat was pouring from his body and he was begging for release. But he was never able to cum. Finally, the official session was ended and his belt was put back in place.
But this time, because Jim was still so horny, Donna asked him if she'd like to eat her pussy. He eagerly agreed, so she untied him and climbed on his face. He ate eagerly, bringing Donna to several orgasms. When she finally got up, Wendy was waiting to sit right back down. The events of the evening had made her too hot... she needed release herself!
After another month or so, Donna and Wendy has mastered their formula. The computer could predict with 99% certainty when Jim would orgasm and adjust his stimulation appropriately. With an inescapable belt and an error-proof formula, Jim was forced to a life of total chastity. Jim and Wendy moved into Donna's home so they could have sessions more frequently, and so Jim could serve as a permanent 24/7 live-in slave. He did all the cooking and cleaning, rarely left the house and rarely wore clothes. Donna and Wendy liked the way his belt looked against his ripped muscles!
After his 3-hour session was complete, Jim was often was told to lay down on his back. An "accommodator" dildo was attached to his chin. Donna would ride his face. Then a thick cock extension was placed on his still-hard cock, and Wendy would ride that. Sometimes, Donna would turn around so Jim could kiss her ass, while she kissed and petted Wendy as they rode together.
It was the life all of them had always wanted... a fantasy turned into reality through the wonders of science!

The Internet Mistress

I had talked to her many times, but always though email and the phone. She was one of those internet web Mistress's. She lived in Arizona and I was in Ohio. We did many sessions over the phone and I was beginning to enjoy what she made me do, even when she made me wear a leather chastity belt. This went on for over a year, doing sessions twice a month, even when I was on the road, traveling for my job.

Finally, my job was sending me to Arizona for two weeks. I called my Mistress to tell her and to ask if we could meet for the first time. She told she would love to meet with me and gave me her home address. As soon as I picked up my rental car I drove directly to her address. Once I got there I knocked on the front door.
When it opened I was greeted by a beautiful auburn haired woman. She had a studded chic collar on with a very tight black corset. I told her who I was and she let me in. We sat and talked for a while when she asked if I would like to do a session in person with her. I just about jumped out of the chair at the chance to do a session in person with her. She locked me in some stocks standing me straight up. Then she started to take measurements of me. I was wondering and she must have seen it on my face. She then told me it was for a Neosteel chastity belt. After the measurements she put me though the works for five hours. When she released me I was very sore.
Two months went by when she told me the belt was in. On my next trip to Arizona I stopped by her house. She was very glad to see me. I had forgotten about the belt when asked if I would like to do a session with her. I quickly got undressed and was kneeling before her. She took a collar off the wall and had it locked around my neck in no time. Then she attached a leash to the collar and led me to the dungeon. There she locked me into the stocks again. But this time she had a strange look on her face once I locked into the stocks. She walked around me several times then left the room.
When she came back she was holding the chastity belt in her hand. It was gleaming in the room light. She brought it up close for me to see. Then she asked if I would like it locked on. I told her yes I would. She locked it so fast that I didn't have time to change my mind. We went though our session over the next three hours. Then she unlocked my restraints but not the belt. When I asked about the belt she just laughed and said "It is yours to wear until you pay me back for it" With that she took pictures of me in the belt. When I asked how much she said "I will let you know when it is paid for in full. I think a hundred dollars a week is good for starters." With that she pushed me out the door.
I got back to the hotel room and started to look over the belt in the mirror. It was stamped with the words "Property of his Mistress". I pulled and tugged on the belt for hours with no luck. I was trapped and would have to start paying her the hundred dollars a week. She called me in my hotel room and asked how I was doing. I started to yell at her when she told that would add cost to the belt.
So I have been sending her a hundred dollars every week and have been for six months. I got on the internet and found the belt I was wearing, on the Neosteel web site. From what I could tell, the model I was wearing only cost a thousand dollars. But I had already paid Mistress $2,400.00. I called Mistress and told her by my calculations, the belt had been paid off three months ago.
She said "No, you have not yet paid the price I set for payment." When I asked how long I would have to pay, she said I would be paying for the rest of my life. My payments were just to prevent her from showing the pictures on the internet. Then she hung up laughing. The belt has been on for five years now and makes watch my weight. The best weight control device I ever used even though it was not my choice. I see my Mistress from time to time she keeps the keys to the belt in a epoxy resin block for all to see and never to be used.
Signed,
A belted slave for life. I wish I had never found her web site.

The Bet

I am a real sucker for bets. This weakness has over the years brought me both wealth and poverty. Although not at the same time of course. Despite the fact that I lost more than I have ever gained betting, it is a habit I cannot kick. However, my last bet was probably my worst one - ever.
Jen and I had been an item some years ago, but the erotic interest had gradually faded, and we had become "good friends" and gradually drifted apart. Some months ago, she moved into an apartment just a few blocks from where I was living, and we got together for some sort of "good friends reunion".
Jen could drink any man under the table - and frequently did so. I was aware of her skill, and held back. Besides, I could take almost as much as she could.
Around midnight, had discussed politics, religion, football, music and the weather. Suddenly she changed the subject:
"You know that I've been chaste since I left you?" she inquired.
I did not know, but for some reason, the surprising bit of information pleased me. "I must have been a hell of a lover, so good that she never wanted anyone else," my bloated ego told me.
"Really, that is quite a surprise," I responded.
"I could just as well have been wearing a chastity belt," she continued.
"Chastity belts are just fiction - unsuitable for long term wear and if you really want to get out, you can always destroy the belt and get free," I responded, without ever seeing even a glimpse of the closing trap.
"Bullshit, I know that I could make a totally inescapable chastity belt, I am an engineer you know." She was eager now.
"Nothing that I and my Dremel tool could not get out of in a matter of minutes, or worst case hours," I said. My speech was by now slightly slurred � both by a slight arousal and by the alcohol.
"Want to make a bet?" she asked, closing the trap. Of course, I took her up on it.
"OK, the deal is that I make a belt for you, put it on you and you break out � with any tool you prefer to use. If you are out of the belt within one week from being locked in, you win and I will be your house servant for one full year. Deal?"
The word "no" never entered my mind. We went home to her where she measured me - to my great disappointment without removing my underpants. She then politely asked me to go, because she had work to do.
One week later, I was very excited. My apartment was a mess, and a thorough cleanup was very much needed, although I had no intention of doing so myself.
She greeted me with an eager but brief kiss when opening the door, then danced into her apartment. She was very cheerful, and I could only assume that she looked forward to becoming my servant for a year.
"Strip and cuff yourself to the bed �hands and feet," she instructed, and disappeared into the bathroom. "I'll be with you in a moment."
This was looking good to me. I had always been fascinated by bondage and being tied up and naked on her bed certainly was one of the several fantasies I have had. She had arranged hand and foot shackles of the self-locking type. The leg shackles pulled my legs far apart, while the hand shackles were together over my head, making it easy to lock myself in place. Once secured, I was totally immobilized in a tight upside Y configuration.
"OK, I'm ready," I said, a little hoarsely.
She came back into the room, carrying a black leather hood.
"I want no cheating here, so here we go," she said, and pulled the hood over my head. She did not bother to lace it up, because there was no way I could get it off anyhow. My manhood responded by pointing eagerly to the ceiling, an embarrassment she quickly ended by wrapping something cold around it. I was left to cool down for a while.
I finally felt her on the bed. "Are you really sure that you want to be locked into an inescapable chastity belt," she asked.
"You bet, put it on baby," I responded.
It took her a while to get the device on, ant twice, she removed it and went away, presumably to make adjustments. Each time she went away, the icepack was reapplied to my genitals. After about half an hour, she released my hands and feet, and let me remove the hood. I looked into the mirror, and examined her handiwork. The belt was beautiful. It was lined with silicone, and the metal looked like gold. It fit like a glove and followed my hips and totally encased my penis and my balls. The front plate was massive, and the most noticeable attribute was its eight keyholes. A rather substantial metal rod ran between my ass cheeks and connected seamlessly with the waist-belt in the back.
"Now, you little prick, it is time to listen before you fire up your Dremel and do serious damage to yourself. I promised you an inescapable belt, and that is what you are wearing. Actually that is not quite true. You can escape at a price - and the price is the loss of your manhood. Inside the belt, there are eight high-tension springs that can push either spikes or guillotine-like knives with a force sufficient to cut through most human tissue in its path. The belt is hollow, and between the layers of the front plate, there is an intricate system of wires and pulleys, keeping the knives and spikes retracted safely, but if you cut or otherwise move any of the wires, then any or all of the eight pistons may fire. Your ass wire is also hollow, so is the waistband. Any tampering with any component of the belt will therefore have severe consequences. And in case you plan to pick the locks, you should know that they must be picked in the right order, or else�"
I was utterly shocked, and started to object.
"Shut the fuck up," she interrupted. "The bet was a simple one: You have a week to get out. I don't think you will manage that - at least not as a man. But you were so convinced that you made a bet. I was equally convinced, and for the moment it looks like I am winning. Did you really think that I would put you into something that you could easily get out of? I do not intend to be your servant. Not for a minute�"
"This thing is a lethal weapon! You can not do this to me. I admit it; you won. Now get this guillotine off me!" I was beginning to sweat and shake, and there was more than a little pleading in my voice.
"It stays on. Remember that I have a video of you cuffing yourself, willingly accepting that I put on the inescapable chastity belt. If you go to the police or a lawyer, I will simply claim that you had the belt made, and that although I have the keys, I have no knowledge of which order the locks must be opened. The belt is on for a week. Now get out of here, before I loose my temper. I hate whimpering men. Don't contact me before the week is up, or I'll add another week. Caprice?
Minutes later I was dressed and out on the street. In a daze, I got into my car and drove home. I almost did not dare to touch the belt, out of fear that I might accidentally trigger one of the eight traps.
Five days passed. I called in sick at work, and stayed at home, curtains drawn. I moved around as if I was walking on eggshells. I barely got any sleep. Despite my miserable state, I was horny as hell, desperately fearing that my vain attempts at an erection would trigger the diabolical mechanisms.
On the sixth day, I finally realized that unless I tampered with the belt, I was not going to loose any bodily parts. I brought out my digital camera, and took pictures, frontside, backside and from below. I examined each picture at maximum zoom, but found no clues on how to open the belt safely. I picked up the telephone and dialled Jen:
"Listen, I admit it, I am defeated. You win. Now can we end this bet?"
"We never agreed what your forfeit would be if you lost. I assume that I can make a reasonable demand?"
"Sure, this bet was stupid. I underestimated you. I probably deserve everything you can demand."
"I am glad you see my point. We were together for a year and a half. You were probably the most egoistic lover I have ever had, and I only had two orgasms during the time we were together. You have no idea how many nights I spent horny as hell, just waiting for you to go to work so that I could get my rightful satisfaction from my faithful vibrator. Being a reasonable person, I will only demand that you wear the belt for a year. Then we are even."
It took me some seconds to realize what she was saying, but the moment the implications registered in my brain, I exploded: "You cheating, lying bitch.
Whore! Cunt! Manhater!..."
"Well, let us settle on two years then," she interrupted, but my foul mouth was unstoppable:
"I'll go to the police. I will sue you. I will tell your friends. I will wreck your car. I will�"
"OK, five years it is. Now will you shut up before I double it again?" she said in a very calm voice.
I shut my mouth before more words could escape. We were both quiet for some time before I spoke again:
"I am so sorry. I sincerely apologize. Please forgive me. I will gladly wear the belt for a year, if that is what you require. If I was to wear the belt for five years, I would be 34 before I can have sex again. That kind of upsets a man you know."
"I'm glad you accept your apology, and that you will gladly wear the belt for a year. Then you only have to wear it for another four years without being glad for it. And I too will be reasonable: I will let you have two orgasms per year, just as you gave me. You decide when they are to be. I will also remove the belt once per week for cleaning. You will have to be restrained during the procedure. And before you restrain yourself, I would very much like you to clean and tidy my house - do the laundry, wash the windows, clean the sinks, in brief terms: Make my apartment sparkle. Or else, you may have to go without cleaning, and people may start asking what the foul smell is�"
I was about to verbally lash out at her again, but thought better of it. I mumbled some politeness phrases, and was about to hang up when she responded:
"Friday the 12th at 07:00 am sharp. Be there!"
"But that is in two weeks," I objected.
"That is correct. I promised you to add an extra week if you phoned me before the agreed week was up. Have a nice fortnight. And don't be late on Friday the 12th."


One year had passed since Jen locked me into the diabolical chastity device. Every week I had visited her house to get cleaned. Every week for the first half year I had locked myself into the steel restraints, she had removed the belt, cleaned it and me, and then relocked it. Sometimes she would stroke and tease a bit, other times it was just business. Twice within the first month I had asked to have an orgasm, and had been allowed to jerk off with one hand. Afterwards she made me eat the semen. The orgasms were totally unsatisfactory and left me depressed and highly frustrated. Besides, I had used up my yearly two orgasms quickly, and had a really long wait for next opportunity.
About half a year ago, she had introduced a change in the cleaning procedure. Before locking myself hand and feet, I had to put on and lock on a terrible rubber hood. It was heavy, black and cold, and it had a built in penis gag that represented the absolute maximum of what I could take in my mouth without choking. On the outside, it had a huge penis shaped dildo sticking out. There were only two small breathing holes, the eyes were kept in total blackness, and my ears were wrapped by multiple tick layers of rubber, so I could hear absolutely nothing inside. The whole thing was locked in place with a single padlock in the back. After Jen had finished cleaning the belt, she would ride the dildo on my face until she was exhausted and well satisfied. During this procedure, I was required to nod my head up and down and from side to side, or she put a hand over my air holes until I cooperated.
On the 51st cleaning, (my one year jubilee) she decided to change the game again. I was actually hoping she would take pity on me and let me come - just once. That thought never entered her mind.
Unlike the normal procedure, she removed the rubber hood herself after claiming her fun. As usual, my head was drenched in sweat. She held the hood up, studied it and spoke:
"It seems like you are becoming used to this hood. You know, I could make it harder for you by halving the size of the nose holes. That way each breath would be a real struggle, like breathing through a straw. Wouldn't that be fun?"
I had learnt not to speak without permission, and she had not directly addressed me, so I kept my big mouth shut. She looked at me and smiled: "I bet you would LOVE that - Imagine how slippery the inside would be if you sweated even more! Your face would probably look like a blue shrunken prune by the time I had my rightful orgasms. Maybe that would be too cruel. Or maybe not. Depends a lot on how you behave. I've been thinking a lot about our relationship lately. You are probably worried most of the time over the springs and spikes and knives and if they can release by accident. And you are right, there are always chances of design errors or accidents. The belt has not exactly been crash tested you know. But I have a solution: A new belt without any knives, spikes or tension springs. And I bet you it is totally escape proof. In fact, I bet a "double or nothing" for your time in the belt - and I'll give you a generous month to try to get out. Now, don't answer me right away. Just relax, and try out the new breathing holes in your mask for while. Then you can tell me your decision."
She started putting the hood back in place. As I was still restrained hand and foot, there was nothing I could do to stop her. The wet interior of the instrument of torture, encased my head, and was locked on. I could immediately feel the effect of the reduced breathing holes. For a while, I concentrated on breathing, and managed to stay calm despite a strong feeling of gradual suffocation, but then panic overcame me and I trashed around wildly until I passed out. When I woke up, I still had to fight for every breath of air, and only barely managed to hang on to the edge of sanity. I was getting just enough air - but it felt like I was suffocating.
Eventually, she released me from the hood, and let me lie and rest until I had stopped shaking.
"That was 15 minutes. Imagine what an hour would be like," she spoke. "Now for the bet: If you humour me by wearing the new belt, I may decide not to make the new breathing holes permanent. You may answer me now, but I warn you: You are only permitted to speak one word, and you must answer me without hesitation or the new breathing holes get permanently installed: Do you take me up on my bet?"
"YES!" I shouted in pure desperation.
"Now that was not very polite, but you gave a wise answer. Remember that being impolite will cause you to be punished. Now just relax, while I get you your new belt... "
It only took her a minute to put on the new belt. Then she released my shackles. I went to the mirror and studied the new chastity device. The new belt was slimmer and definitely lighter. Its surface was pitch black, and there were no visible seams. The front plate was wide, and covered my groin fully. In the back, a thin wire ran up my crack.
"It is made of a titanium alloy, that is resistant to but not immune to most cutting tools. It will not rust. Now you have ten minutes to ask me any question about the belt. I may and may not answer the questions, but that is up to me."
I did not waste any time:
"Dear Mistress, thank you for the new belt, it is a real work of art. But what is preventing me from just cutting it off at the hinges?"
"The belt has a security system. Inside the metal, there are sandwiched glass fibre optical 'wires' that constantly transmit light around. If one fibre breaks, you will get a shock like this one... " She pushed a button on a remote control. If felt like a mule had kicked me in my privates, and I doubled over on the floor, tears streaming from my eyes, desperately trying to breathe, trying to dig my fingers through the front shield to massage my jewels to get some relief. "Oh, sorry about that, that was a level 3 shock. If you tamper with the belt, you will get a level 10 shock. My mistake. Did I tell you that the voltage doubles for each level I move up? Do you want to try out the level 10 shock - you may answer any way you find appropriate?"
"No please, Mistress, don't, please, I'm your servant. I'll do anything you require." I got on my hands and feet in front of her and started licking her feet - the most humble response I could think of at that moment. She seemed to enjoy my response, and I missed out testing level 10 there and then.
"On your feet - you are so pathetic. No tolerance for pain. You still have seven minutes to ask questions - I suggest that you use them well."
"Dear mistress. Thank you for showing me how the belt works. This belt clearly comes with batteries included. What happens when the batteries run out?"
"Now that is a sensible question indeed. There are two batteries, one on each side of your penis tube. They have in total enough capacity for about one day of uninterrupted punishments. Quite frankly my dear, judging from your pathetic reaction to a simple level 3 shock, I doubt very much that you will be alive by the end of a day of uninterrupted punishments at levels higher than 3. Should the batteries ever get below 50% capacity, they will start delivering continuous shocks at level 10 until they are recharged. You will of course be warned. It will start with level 1... "
It felt like a wasp had stung my penis, and I doubled over, more in surprise than in pain.
"... rapidly moving on to higher levels... " The pain became unbearable, and I was rolling around on the floor, clutching my groin, screaming a silent scream, because my vocal cords felt like paralyzed.
"Since you really haven't done anything wrong, we will stop here," she announced. You should be proud. You made it to level 4!"
It took a while before I spoke again. I never got off the floor, because I was not sure that my legs would carry me.
"Dear Mistress, you are a genius, I worship your skills. Please tell me how I can recharge the belt!"
"Oh, that is simple. Just take this 12 volt battery charger and attach the plus lead to the connector at your right hip, and the minus lead to the connector at your left hip. Be advised that you can not use these connection points to short circuit the belt, as current can only flow one way. The belt will be fully recharged in six hours. In fact I recommend that you charge the belt whenever you go to sleep."
"Dear Mistress, that is absolutely brilliant. What about water and swimming?"
"That will be absolutely no problem, because all electronic components and the batteries are sealed inside water proof cylinders. The hip connectors can only lead current into the belt. Since it is light and not current that travels through the alarm wires, then they too are not affected by water."
"Dear Mistress, you are truly superior. How do you open and close the belt?"
"It is all in this remote control. Communication with the belt is fully encrypted, so there are no chances of false signals. Maybe you would hold it and see if you can figure it out?" She handed me the remote, and stupid as I was believed that she had made a mistake. I dove for the red button marked "Belt Release", and pressed. For a few seconds, nothing happened, then I started receiving stinging shocks from every part of my body that was covered by the belt. I screamed and jumped, and the shocks were increasing in frequency."
"You have initiated punishment cycle number three. It lasts for fifteen minutes. Once started, it can not be interrupted. Have a pleasant day!" a female voice announced from inside the belt.
The control fell out of my hands as the stinging worsened. Soon I was on my knees, crying, clutching my groin, begging for mercy. But the shocks kept climbing. Then I had another mule kick in my groin and doubled over, screaming at the top of my lungs. Before I knew it, the rubber hood was back on, and I was sucking the penis gag. Fortunately she had put back the normal nose holes.
I passed out, woke up again, cried, screamed but above all: Suffered. I swore to myself that I would never get within ten feet of the remote control if I lived to be a thousand years. Then it stopped. She let me cool down in for quite a while before she removed the hood.
"Your ten minutes are long gone. You will need twenty five minutes to get home. The belt is programmed to start a punishment cycle in thirty minutes from now. You didn't think I had forgotten that you shouted to me? So off you go - better for you to be at home when you are rolling around cursing like that, making obscene movements. And don't forget to take the battery charger with you! Now get dressed and get going. Behave and you will be able to live a reasonably normal life. Misbehave or tamper with the belt and you will suffer. But I am sure that a genius like you will find a way out of the belt within a month, so you may be a free man soon now. Otherwise, you are mine for nine more years to come."
I just missed my bus, so I started running home. I made it through the front door with minutes to spare. Not quite knowing what to expect, I dug into my toychest, and brought out a head harness with a solid gag that could silence any scream. Seconds after I heard the voice from the belt:
"Punishment cycle number fifteen will start in thirty seconds. Once it is started, it can not be interrupted. It will last for sixty minutes. Have a pleasant day!" I quickly put leather cuffs on my ankles and wrists. The ankles I locked together. The wrists, I locked behind my back. I really needed to prevent myself from trashing the house while I was being punished.
I fell down to my knees and rolled over to my side.
"Punishment cycle number fifteen starting in ten, nine, eight,... " the belt coldly announced. I bit on to the gag and started crying.

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