My name is Charles.
I was once married, but after five years we had a brutal divorce. I was left with almost nothing, promising myself that I would never again get married. (As you always do.)
One night, about a year after the divorce, I sat by my computer and happened to stumble on a chastity belt website. Oh, I thought that would be something to lock my x-wife in, I chuckled to myself. Then I realized that it was more common with male belts, than female belt. That struck a chord with me. Many evenings after that I surfed the net trying to find a belt for me, not for her. Just the thought of being forced to wear such a thing aroused me. I just had to get one for myself.
I was once married, but after five years we had a brutal divorce. I was left with almost nothing, promising myself that I would never again get married. (As you always do.)
One night, about a year after the divorce, I sat by my computer and happened to stumble on a chastity belt website. Oh, I thought that would be something to lock my x-wife in, I chuckled to myself. Then I realized that it was more common with male belts, than female belt. That struck a chord with me. Many evenings after that I surfed the net trying to find a belt for me, not for her. Just the thought of being forced to wear such a thing aroused me. I just had to get one for myself.
To make a long story short, after some months I found myself being the proud owner of a Carrara high security chastity belt.
I used it from time to time, at the most, two weeks in a row. Than I was to horny and needed to jerk off.
I was however in control of the key almost all of the time. The closest I came to losing control were the times when I mailed the key to myself, putting it in an envelope and mailing it on a Thursday evening, knowing that it was after the last emptying of the mailbox for that evening, so I would have the key back in my hand, not before the Monday after. It was exiting. I even fantasized what would happened if the key got lost in the mail. This belt was a high security belt, that meant that it would be very hard to remove from my body.
But that was not enough, I needed a key-holder who would keep me locked in for as long as she liked.
You see, I wanted to feel how it would be to not be able to jerk off, or have sex, whenever I wanted, and that that dessication would be in some others hands, not mine.
This had become an obsession to me, ever since I discovered the existence of the devise called a chastity belt for men.
So, I heard of this BDSM-club in the town were I live.
This must be where I could find a key-holder, I thought to myself. Now, I don't like pain, being whipped and such, but I do love fetish, being dressed up in sexy and exotic clothes, was more to my liking.
So I managed to find out were they were, and joined the club. It was fantastic, they really did dress up more than I had imagined. So I got me some leather outfits of my own so I fit in.
I got to know some of them, and I had a good time, it was really fun.
After a couple of months I made up my mind, and wrote a note to be delivered to one of the girls there. If she did not like what I was proposing, I hoped she would hand it over to someone who did.
In the note I wrote:
This note is for women eyes only, no man is allowed to read this.
What I propose is a role-play.
The purpose of the game is to keep me locked in a chastity belt.
If you do not want to be my key-holder do not read any further!
Please leave his note to somebody who might like it.
O.k. you are reading, great.
My name is Charles and I am in good health and mind. My phone number is: (555- ******)
And I want this to happen.
The role-play is as follows:
1/ You, alone or together with some friends will come to my apartment and force your way in, there you will maker me to put on my chastity belt and leave with the key.
How this is done is up to you, how you are behaving or dressed or how much force is up to you.
2/ For how long time I will be locked in the belt is up to you. It can be weeks, months ..... or perhaps even years?
3/ Cleaning procedures is also up to you, also where and how often. Usually this cleaning is one week apart, but I guess that taking a bath once a week at least would make it possible to go even a month or two without any major problem. So it is up to you how often.
4/ Checking that I am not cheating can be done with the help of a camera, I will have to, on your command, send you a newly taken picture of me in the belt to prove that I am still wearing the chastity belt.
If, when and where is up to you.
5/ The only thing I really do need is a phone number to the key-holder in case of an emergency.
6/ I really would like to be free during my vacation, but it is up to you.
7/ No safe word.
Sign:....Charles.
This was what I wrote in my note, and I signed it with my name. It looked frightening, but the next time I was in the club, I had the note, in a pink envelope, with me. My intention was to give it to the woman I had learned to know a little. I was very nervous but finally, in the end of the evening, when everybody was leaving, I managed to give it to her, and told her not to read it before she got home.
Wow, I had done it, I had a hard time to sleep that night, I was nervous of what the future might bring.
Four weeks went by and nothing happened. I had almost lost hope, when one evening the doorbell rang. I answered the door and heard a sweet voice saying: "It's Annabell, can I come up, it's been so long?"
"Of course, come right up, third floor" I said via the door phone, searching my memory for any Annabell.
I heard more than one pair of shoes coming up the stairs, and soon I saw that there were three girls, that I never had seen before, coming up to me. I stood at the doorway, greeting them but they just brutally shoved me inside, and closed the door. Now I realized what was happening, my hart started to beat really fast.
"Well??" said the first woman.
"What?" I asked.
"Don't just stand there, go and get that chastity belt at once!" she commanded.
Quickly I went to the bedroom and fetched it as I was ordered.
It did not take long, but when I came back into the living room, I saw that they all had removed their coats, and I almost lost my jaw, they were all dressed in what can only be described as dominatrix clothing. High heeled boot, black stockings, red and black teddies and, well I leave the rest to your own imagination. They all looked so intimidating, and I don't think I had ever seen anyone more sexy, than these three women standing there in front of me.
The one who had ordered me to get the belt, as I never heard their names, in my mind called her DM one, also had a whip in her hands. Jeez, this is for real.
But she gave me no time to admire them.
"Give it to me" she said and I did so.
"Strip" she said, and looked at me, very severe.
I got out my clothed as fast as I could, and after a few seconds I was standing there naked, in front of them.
The three of them examined the belt, and they all looked very pleased. This took a minute or two and I just stood there waiting.
When they were finished, the belt was returned to me with the order from DM one: "put it on!"
I put it on, locked it, and gave her the key.
"Get dressed." she ordered, and I did. When I had all my clothes on, she came very close to me and I saw a very wicked smile on her lips. She said "well, I have heard that you have been a bad boy, and now you are going to pay for that."
I swallowed and I was trying to speak, but she said "shut up" and held the whip under my jaw.
"Now I am holding the key, and it will be a very, very, long time before you will be able to use that thing again." she said very slowly, tapping with the whip on the steel curve, meaning my cock.
She showed me the note I had written and said "There is no time limit and no safe word. You are mine for as long as I like. Do you understand?"
I nodded, what could I do?
With a wicked laugh all three of them took their coats and left.
I was now alone and locked in in my Carrara belt. My wish had come true, I was exited, finally I was not the one in control. I had been wearing the belt many times for two weeks in a row, so physically it would be no problem, but mentally? What will happen next? For how long will they keep me lock in? Hoping that it would be for at least for a month or two.
After a few days, I got a postcard with a telephone number and a message: Only for emergency, nothing more. I could only guess, that this number was to the one who was holding the key.
The time went by, one week, two weeks. Now I was really getting horny. This was what I had wanted, to experience for myself how it would be to be locked in a chastity belt, for real. Now I really wanted to cum, I was so horny. Many times I threw myself on the bed, trying every possible way to stimulate my poor throbbing cock, but it was useless. - By now I have done that1 more times than I can count, but the result has always been the same, but I will never give up, I just have to keep on trying. The belt is doing it's job. - At that time I liked it, though. My dream was coming true, I was so exited.
Almost every night after falling a sleep I woke up to feeling my dick once more trying get erect. Now I know how it is to be locked in a chastity belt, and not being able to cum. Not being able to touch my own cock, it was exiting. And this was just the third week. I was so desperate that I was close to call the emergency number and say that I did not want to play any more, but I didn't dare to. I had to wait a little longer.
To stay clean I have to take a bath at least every week, and a cleansing shower every day. Thus I manage to stayed clean.
In the beginning of the fourth week I got a SMS saying "Wednesday 7 pm." I concluded that it would be my first cleaning, and I was right.
Exactly 7 pm the doorbell rang and I depressed the button to let them in. Also this time they were dressed as sexy as that first time, but I did not care, I was going to be let of of the belt for a few minutes, and touch my cock.
It was the same three dominatrix as the first time. They told me to strip, DM one put the key into the lock and freed me, it felt so good. I was ordered into the bathroom to clean myself. Two of the dominatrix stayed in the bathroom checking me, so I did't do anything foolish. If they thought I did I got a lash from the whip so I jumped. I cleaned the belt too.
After I was clean, one of them started to take pictures of me. Not only me, I should say, I was forced to to lay on the floor with one or two of them in the most incriminating positions, first without and then with the belt. I wondered what was going on and they told me that if I ever was caught without wearing the belt, these pictures would be distribute and they would used in any mean possible to destroy my life. They also said that they would fill my computer with photos of child abuse, and such filth, and that they would call the police, and have me thrown in jail.
Oh shit, I was really in it now. ( I can't say that I was fucked, because that I couldn't do.)
Finally they were pleased and left.
Five days later, at work I got an SMS, saying that I within five minutes had to send a picture of me in the belt, to that number. I was at work and hurried as much as I could to the bathroom, took a picture with my cellphone of me with my pants down and the c.b. showing. I sent the picture with just seconds left of the 5 minutes.
This happens from time to time. Many times I am to hold todays newspaper so it appears in the picture, so the receiver can see that it is a fresh picture. I dare not find out what would happen if I refused to do it, or if I am too late.
However, I had to learn how to relax and control my horniness, but this is a difficult thing to do. Many nights a week I wake up with my dick trying to get hard. I have to "walk it off", take a cold shower, and think of something not arousing.
Three weeks went by until the dominatrix next visit. I was glad when they finally came, it had been a long wait.
This time it was just two of them, and now they were wearing ordinary street clothes. To my disappointment I have never seen those sexy clothes again.
I was ordered to strip. The belt was unlocked, and it felt great to have my cock free again, as it started to fill up I got a hard lash from the whip on my hip. I jumped, but before I had time to compose myself, I was ordered to go to the bathroom and step into the shower. Again I was not allowed to pull the shower curtains, I had to shower with the two dominatrix watching me as I cleaned myself. If they though that I was paying to much attention to my dick I got a lash from the whip. I saw that they enjoyed them selfs doing that, and I got whipped very often.
When I was ready and dry I was ordered to put the belt back on and they left.
The girls did not speak much, they just gave me orders, and they left me even more horny. This night I woke up several times of my dick trying to get hard, and as many times before and since, I was trying to get my poor cock some stimulation, but still in vain.
I used it from time to time, at the most, two weeks in a row. Than I was to horny and needed to jerk off.
I was however in control of the key almost all of the time. The closest I came to losing control were the times when I mailed the key to myself, putting it in an envelope and mailing it on a Thursday evening, knowing that it was after the last emptying of the mailbox for that evening, so I would have the key back in my hand, not before the Monday after. It was exiting. I even fantasized what would happened if the key got lost in the mail. This belt was a high security belt, that meant that it would be very hard to remove from my body.
But that was not enough, I needed a key-holder who would keep me locked in for as long as she liked.
You see, I wanted to feel how it would be to not be able to jerk off, or have sex, whenever I wanted, and that that dessication would be in some others hands, not mine.
This had become an obsession to me, ever since I discovered the existence of the devise called a chastity belt for men.
So, I heard of this BDSM-club in the town were I live.
This must be where I could find a key-holder, I thought to myself. Now, I don't like pain, being whipped and such, but I do love fetish, being dressed up in sexy and exotic clothes, was more to my liking.
So I managed to find out were they were, and joined the club. It was fantastic, they really did dress up more than I had imagined. So I got me some leather outfits of my own so I fit in.
I got to know some of them, and I had a good time, it was really fun.
After a couple of months I made up my mind, and wrote a note to be delivered to one of the girls there. If she did not like what I was proposing, I hoped she would hand it over to someone who did.
In the note I wrote:
This note is for women eyes only, no man is allowed to read this.
What I propose is a role-play.
The purpose of the game is to keep me locked in a chastity belt.
If you do not want to be my key-holder do not read any further!
Please leave his note to somebody who might like it.
O.k. you are reading, great.
My name is Charles and I am in good health and mind. My phone number is: (555- ******)
And I want this to happen.
The role-play is as follows:
1/ You, alone or together with some friends will come to my apartment and force your way in, there you will maker me to put on my chastity belt and leave with the key.
How this is done is up to you, how you are behaving or dressed or how much force is up to you.
2/ For how long time I will be locked in the belt is up to you. It can be weeks, months ..... or perhaps even years?
3/ Cleaning procedures is also up to you, also where and how often. Usually this cleaning is one week apart, but I guess that taking a bath once a week at least would make it possible to go even a month or two without any major problem. So it is up to you how often.
4/ Checking that I am not cheating can be done with the help of a camera, I will have to, on your command, send you a newly taken picture of me in the belt to prove that I am still wearing the chastity belt.
If, when and where is up to you.
5/ The only thing I really do need is a phone number to the key-holder in case of an emergency.
6/ I really would like to be free during my vacation, but it is up to you.
7/ No safe word.
Sign:....Charles.
This was what I wrote in my note, and I signed it with my name. It looked frightening, but the next time I was in the club, I had the note, in a pink envelope, with me. My intention was to give it to the woman I had learned to know a little. I was very nervous but finally, in the end of the evening, when everybody was leaving, I managed to give it to her, and told her not to read it before she got home.
Wow, I had done it, I had a hard time to sleep that night, I was nervous of what the future might bring.
Four weeks went by and nothing happened. I had almost lost hope, when one evening the doorbell rang. I answered the door and heard a sweet voice saying: "It's Annabell, can I come up, it's been so long?"
"Of course, come right up, third floor" I said via the door phone, searching my memory for any Annabell.
I heard more than one pair of shoes coming up the stairs, and soon I saw that there were three girls, that I never had seen before, coming up to me. I stood at the doorway, greeting them but they just brutally shoved me inside, and closed the door. Now I realized what was happening, my hart started to beat really fast.
"Well??" said the first woman.
"What?" I asked.
"Don't just stand there, go and get that chastity belt at once!" she commanded.
Quickly I went to the bedroom and fetched it as I was ordered.
It did not take long, but when I came back into the living room, I saw that they all had removed their coats, and I almost lost my jaw, they were all dressed in what can only be described as dominatrix clothing. High heeled boot, black stockings, red and black teddies and, well I leave the rest to your own imagination. They all looked so intimidating, and I don't think I had ever seen anyone more sexy, than these three women standing there in front of me.
The one who had ordered me to get the belt, as I never heard their names, in my mind called her DM one, also had a whip in her hands. Jeez, this is for real.
But she gave me no time to admire them.
"Give it to me" she said and I did so.
"Strip" she said, and looked at me, very severe.
I got out my clothed as fast as I could, and after a few seconds I was standing there naked, in front of them.
The three of them examined the belt, and they all looked very pleased. This took a minute or two and I just stood there waiting.
When they were finished, the belt was returned to me with the order from DM one: "put it on!"
I put it on, locked it, and gave her the key.
"Get dressed." she ordered, and I did. When I had all my clothes on, she came very close to me and I saw a very wicked smile on her lips. She said "well, I have heard that you have been a bad boy, and now you are going to pay for that."
I swallowed and I was trying to speak, but she said "shut up" and held the whip under my jaw.
"Now I am holding the key, and it will be a very, very, long time before you will be able to use that thing again." she said very slowly, tapping with the whip on the steel curve, meaning my cock.
She showed me the note I had written and said "There is no time limit and no safe word. You are mine for as long as I like. Do you understand?"
I nodded, what could I do?
With a wicked laugh all three of them took their coats and left.
I was now alone and locked in in my Carrara belt. My wish had come true, I was exited, finally I was not the one in control. I had been wearing the belt many times for two weeks in a row, so physically it would be no problem, but mentally? What will happen next? For how long will they keep me lock in? Hoping that it would be for at least for a month or two.
After a few days, I got a postcard with a telephone number and a message: Only for emergency, nothing more. I could only guess, that this number was to the one who was holding the key.
The time went by, one week, two weeks. Now I was really getting horny. This was what I had wanted, to experience for myself how it would be to be locked in a chastity belt, for real. Now I really wanted to cum, I was so horny. Many times I threw myself on the bed, trying every possible way to stimulate my poor throbbing cock, but it was useless. - By now I have done that1 more times than I can count, but the result has always been the same, but I will never give up, I just have to keep on trying. The belt is doing it's job. - At that time I liked it, though. My dream was coming true, I was so exited.
Almost every night after falling a sleep I woke up to feeling my dick once more trying get erect. Now I know how it is to be locked in a chastity belt, and not being able to cum. Not being able to touch my own cock, it was exiting. And this was just the third week. I was so desperate that I was close to call the emergency number and say that I did not want to play any more, but I didn't dare to. I had to wait a little longer.
To stay clean I have to take a bath at least every week, and a cleansing shower every day. Thus I manage to stayed clean.
In the beginning of the fourth week I got a SMS saying "Wednesday 7 pm." I concluded that it would be my first cleaning, and I was right.
Exactly 7 pm the doorbell rang and I depressed the button to let them in. Also this time they were dressed as sexy as that first time, but I did not care, I was going to be let of of the belt for a few minutes, and touch my cock.
It was the same three dominatrix as the first time. They told me to strip, DM one put the key into the lock and freed me, it felt so good. I was ordered into the bathroom to clean myself. Two of the dominatrix stayed in the bathroom checking me, so I did't do anything foolish. If they thought I did I got a lash from the whip so I jumped. I cleaned the belt too.
After I was clean, one of them started to take pictures of me. Not only me, I should say, I was forced to to lay on the floor with one or two of them in the most incriminating positions, first without and then with the belt. I wondered what was going on and they told me that if I ever was caught without wearing the belt, these pictures would be distribute and they would used in any mean possible to destroy my life. They also said that they would fill my computer with photos of child abuse, and such filth, and that they would call the police, and have me thrown in jail.
Oh shit, I was really in it now. ( I can't say that I was fucked, because that I couldn't do.)
Finally they were pleased and left.
Five days later, at work I got an SMS, saying that I within five minutes had to send a picture of me in the belt, to that number. I was at work and hurried as much as I could to the bathroom, took a picture with my cellphone of me with my pants down and the c.b. showing. I sent the picture with just seconds left of the 5 minutes.
This happens from time to time. Many times I am to hold todays newspaper so it appears in the picture, so the receiver can see that it is a fresh picture. I dare not find out what would happen if I refused to do it, or if I am too late.
However, I had to learn how to relax and control my horniness, but this is a difficult thing to do. Many nights a week I wake up with my dick trying to get hard. I have to "walk it off", take a cold shower, and think of something not arousing.
Three weeks went by until the dominatrix next visit. I was glad when they finally came, it had been a long wait.
This time it was just two of them, and now they were wearing ordinary street clothes. To my disappointment I have never seen those sexy clothes again.
I was ordered to strip. The belt was unlocked, and it felt great to have my cock free again, as it started to fill up I got a hard lash from the whip on my hip. I jumped, but before I had time to compose myself, I was ordered to go to the bathroom and step into the shower. Again I was not allowed to pull the shower curtains, I had to shower with the two dominatrix watching me as I cleaned myself. If they though that I was paying to much attention to my dick I got a lash from the whip. I saw that they enjoyed them selfs doing that, and I got whipped very often.
When I was ready and dry I was ordered to put the belt back on and they left.
The girls did not speak much, they just gave me orders, and they left me even more horny. This night I woke up several times of my dick trying to get hard, and as many times before and since, I was trying to get my poor cock some stimulation, but still in vain.
This went on to
be a routine, having the girls visiting me every week or two and
sometimes three. I was more and more getting used to being unable to
touch my own dick, and really getting to know how it was to be forced to
wear a chastity belt for a really long time.
After nine months or so, my vacation was coming up. It was now the last week before my vacation, and I was looking forward to be let out the belt during that time. Oh, I was so longing for it. To be free, playing with my best friend. These nine months had been of both joy and despair, almost like an emotional roller coaster. Sometimes I had even been brought to tears of frustration.
I had during the last visit told the girls when my vacation was beginning, and that I wanted a break.
On Thursday the doorbell rang, and I opened. I had. as always, received a SMS in advance so I knew that they were coming. I was so looking forward to some weeks of freedom.
I was commanded to strip, and released from the belt. I thought that they would leave after that, but again I was ordered to the shower, and get clean and dry. Once again I was ordered to put the belt on. I tried to explain to them that my vacation was beginning, and I did not want to be locked in the belt during that time. But all that happened was that the whip came down on my but, not once but several times until I gave up, and almost with tears in my eyes I put the belt back on.
DM one looked at me very angry and said: "You will be locked in that chastity belt as long as I say, do you understand? "
"Yes miss" I said almost crying.
"Good, now be a good boy and all will be well, Do you understand?"
"Yes miss" I said.
And they left.
I had no choice but to stay locked in this belt until the dominatrix grew tired of the hole thing, and decided to let me out. I hoped that it would be soon.
During the cleaning sessions, there are sometimes all three of them and other times just two, but never just one of them, and they had been taking turns.
The longest time between two sessions had been 6 weeks, it was very hard to wait so long.
I am always looking forward to the few minutes that I spent i the shower, free from the belt and be allowed to clean and touch my dick. It is just for a few minutes, but still it is heavenly.
This time I had to wait 8 weeks. The hole vacation and some more weeks. I was so glad when I finally got the SMS telling me that they were coming. I was hoping that because of the long wait perhaps they had become tired of the hole thing, and that the game had come to an end, and that they were letting me go free. But to my surprise, there were two new dominatrix in company with DM one. Oh shit, the only conclusion I could draw from this, was that there was no end in sight! When one dominatrix grew tired, DM one was just going to introduce a new. It would be like a relay race and I would be locked in for years to come.
Realizing this I started to beg DM one to end the game. It was meant to be a role play, and I wanted to end it. She let me beg for a wile, listening to me, when the words began to fail me she told me to turn my back to her and bend forward. The she let her whip dance at my poor but, and she knew how to use it. I started to cry, both of shame, and pain.
Without a word the three of them left, leaving me locked in the c.b. I was devastated, I really have got what I wanted, to experience how it is to be locked in a chastity belt for years, and not knowing when to be let free.
I had to wait ten weeks for their next visit, it was horrible to wait for so long. DM one told me that if I wanted them to visit me more often I had to be a good boy and do exactly what they were ordering me, and never complain again.
It was like catch 22. If I did complain I was not let out. If I did not complain I did not need to be let me out.
Time went by, and I never dared to ask for how long I was to be locked up in this chastity belt. It felt that the visits were the only thing I had to look froward to. These few minutes in the bathroom, for a brief moment holding my cock in my hand. The dominatrix seamed to enjoy them selfs. I saw DM one more seldom, but there were others who had filled her place.
After another 11 months it was again time for my vacation. I had a visit from the dominatrix, as usual, but this time to my surprise, they left when I was in the shower. What was going on? I looked into the living room, and it was empty and the chastity belt was missing too. I was free!! I was so happy. After almost two years I was able to greet my very best friend in life and hold him in my hands. I cuddled with him and he grew big and strong and hard, I was so happy.
The vacation started, and the weather was just perfect, I was really enjoying myself. I was free, I was happy.
Three weeks later my doorbell rang, when I answered I heard a voice saying: "Hi Charles, It's Miriam, we just met at pool, and you forgot something, can I come up and give it back to you?"
"Of course your welcome, come on up it's the third floor." I said and let her in.
I had just come from the pool were I had talked to many girls, so I didn't suspect anything. But there were three girls coming up the stairs, and I could see that one of them was carrying a package. When they came up to my door they brutally pushed me into my apartment and closed the door. Now they just stopped and I was ordered with a very severe voice to strip. I just could not believe what was happening, but when I saw the whip in one of the girl's hand I took my clothes off as quick as could. When I stood there naked in front of them, she handed me the chastity belt, and ordered me to put it on. "we can't let that thing swinging around as it wants. It must be under lock and key" she said with a wicked laugh, and pointed with the whip at my cock. I saw that the belt had gone through a make over. The lining was fresh and it was gleaming like when it was new. I looked at the girls and asked with a very sad voice: "Do I really have to? Can't we end this game?" The answer was a lash of the whip hitting my left hip and the words: "Be a good boy now and put the belt back on, or you will regret it, I can promise you that." I put it on, and a couple of minutes later I was alone, and my best friend was once again locked away from me. For how long I still don't know.
I am still, almost every day, trying to jerk off, and so far I have been unsuccessful. I will however not give up hope that I some day will succeed. I keep on trying, I just have to.
There has been several dominatrix that has released each other, and I they have never told me their names.
I still have the emergency number to call, one time I was really desperate and called it, but when it was clear to DM one that it, in the end, was no real emergency, I did found out what she could do with that whip of hers, and I had to wait 12 weeks before the next visit, by then I was almost a wreck, and I was so happy when I finally got the SMS that they were coming. I never dare to do that again.
I behave like a good boy, and the visits are up to once a week, mostly, sometimes every second week. I was still horny, just the slightest little thing could make my cock get hard, like seeing a nice pair of legs on the street. Or if the weather girl in TV has a nice outfit. Just small things like that, and I actually enjoy it.
Once again my vacation was coming up in just a week. I was hoping that I would spend the next three, maybe four weeks free from the belt as I did last year.
The doorbell sounded and I let them in. This time DM one was one of them. I had not seen her in 10 months, I din't knew if this is good or bad. I was happy to see all tree of them any how.
I was ordered to strip, and was given the key so I could unlock myself. I went into the bathroom. Everything was as it use to, but I was hoping that they would leave before I finished my shower. To my disappointment they were still there. When I came out of the bathroom I saw DM one standing there with the belt in her hand, but she did not give it to me, as she always used to do. Now some hope started to sparkle inside of me. Perhaps I would enjoy my vacation free, or perhaps she would end the game now. My hope for that was starting to grew.
DM one was silent for half a minute like she was thinking or making up her mind about something. I was just standing there waiting. Finally she began to speak: "In your note you wrote "no safe-word" didn't you?""
Yes, I wrote that, miss" I said.
"Hmmm.... and you also wrote that the key holder was the only one who was to determent for how long this role play should last, didn't you?
"Yes, I wrote that, miss" I said again.
"Let me ask you, if you had a safe-word to end this game, would you have used it already?" she asked.
"Oh yes miss, I would have used it almost a year ago." I said.
Again she went quiet, thinking. During that time my hope started to flame up. Was she finally going to end this game?
Then she spoke in a very thoughtful way, "You wanted to know how it would be, to locked in for a very long time, and you would not have anything to say for how long. You are saying that you wanted totally to lose control. Am I right?"
"Yes, miss you are quite right." I said with hopefully.
She looked at me for a few seconds and said "Well there we are then. It is up to me if this game is to be ended now, is that not so?"
"Yes miss, it is up to you to end the game now." I said.
Again she waited a few seconds, wile she playing with c.b. in her hand, before she, with a smile on her face, said " Well.....then I decide that the game will not yet end. Put this on and lock it. I want the game to continue for a couple of more years, I guess." She handed me the belt to put it on.
I looked horrified at her, and tried to speak :"For a couple of ye...." there she interrupted me, by holding up her hand and saying:"You don't have to thank me yet Charles, I have some more good news for you, do you want to hear?"
"Yes miss" I said and feared the worst.
"Well, I think the girls and I have been running these stairs quite a lot during the years, every week or every second week and so on. I will not deny that it has been fun, it has. But I think that it must be quite stressful for you, having to take that belt off and on again. So I thought that I would make a very simple change in § 3 in your note. Are you with me so far Charles?" She said.
I just looked at her, waiting for her to go on.
"I had this brilliant idea on my way here and I am sure that you will love it. It is that we will just change the word "weeks" for the word "months", don't you agree it is a splendid idea?"
When I heard that I nearly started to cry. These visits were almost the highlight of my existents. I was so looking forward to every visit, and now, if I was lucky, I would have just one visit per month.
Now she put the paper on a table and demanded me to cross out the word week and write the word month over it. She said it had to be in my handwriting.
I did not know what to say, I was just gasping for air, so she said: "I knew you would like that idea, so go ahead."
I did as she demanded.
She looked pleased at the change and continued:"I think that we can settle for the first Thursday of each month, so if you don't have a visit from us that Thursday you will know then that you probably can expect us the first Thursday the next month. Isn't great?"
I said: "But please, please, miss, just every month, cant't you come more often, I really like that?"
After another long pause she said:" Yes, and you know Charles, you have behaved, and I think that if you will go on behaving so good in the future, and be a very good boy we might reward you, and come to clean you up only every second month or so. I hope that you'd like this?"
Why did I open my big month?
I didn't dare to answer her. It seamed like what ever I said it just made it worse.
By now I had locked the belt around my waist, and handed her the key.
She took it, but didn't notice how devastated I looked.
She went on: "There is one more idea that I have come up with, and I think it will cheer you up even more. That is that for the moment there is only one key. I will go to a locksmith and have four new keys made. These keys will be shared among four new key-holders. It will be much safer this way. I mean If one key is lost it can easily be replaced. Now there will be four more key-holders that can open the lock. What do you think, Charles?
"I think it is a good idea, miss". I said.
After nine months or so, my vacation was coming up. It was now the last week before my vacation, and I was looking forward to be let out the belt during that time. Oh, I was so longing for it. To be free, playing with my best friend. These nine months had been of both joy and despair, almost like an emotional roller coaster. Sometimes I had even been brought to tears of frustration.
I had during the last visit told the girls when my vacation was beginning, and that I wanted a break.
On Thursday the doorbell rang, and I opened. I had. as always, received a SMS in advance so I knew that they were coming. I was so looking forward to some weeks of freedom.
I was commanded to strip, and released from the belt. I thought that they would leave after that, but again I was ordered to the shower, and get clean and dry. Once again I was ordered to put the belt on. I tried to explain to them that my vacation was beginning, and I did not want to be locked in the belt during that time. But all that happened was that the whip came down on my but, not once but several times until I gave up, and almost with tears in my eyes I put the belt back on.
DM one looked at me very angry and said: "You will be locked in that chastity belt as long as I say, do you understand? "
"Yes miss" I said almost crying.
"Good, now be a good boy and all will be well, Do you understand?"
"Yes miss" I said.
And they left.
I had no choice but to stay locked in this belt until the dominatrix grew tired of the hole thing, and decided to let me out. I hoped that it would be soon.
During the cleaning sessions, there are sometimes all three of them and other times just two, but never just one of them, and they had been taking turns.
The longest time between two sessions had been 6 weeks, it was very hard to wait so long.
I am always looking forward to the few minutes that I spent i the shower, free from the belt and be allowed to clean and touch my dick. It is just for a few minutes, but still it is heavenly.
This time I had to wait 8 weeks. The hole vacation and some more weeks. I was so glad when I finally got the SMS telling me that they were coming. I was hoping that because of the long wait perhaps they had become tired of the hole thing, and that the game had come to an end, and that they were letting me go free. But to my surprise, there were two new dominatrix in company with DM one. Oh shit, the only conclusion I could draw from this, was that there was no end in sight! When one dominatrix grew tired, DM one was just going to introduce a new. It would be like a relay race and I would be locked in for years to come.
Realizing this I started to beg DM one to end the game. It was meant to be a role play, and I wanted to end it. She let me beg for a wile, listening to me, when the words began to fail me she told me to turn my back to her and bend forward. The she let her whip dance at my poor but, and she knew how to use it. I started to cry, both of shame, and pain.
Without a word the three of them left, leaving me locked in the c.b. I was devastated, I really have got what I wanted, to experience how it is to be locked in a chastity belt for years, and not knowing when to be let free.
I had to wait ten weeks for their next visit, it was horrible to wait for so long. DM one told me that if I wanted them to visit me more often I had to be a good boy and do exactly what they were ordering me, and never complain again.
It was like catch 22. If I did complain I was not let out. If I did not complain I did not need to be let me out.
Time went by, and I never dared to ask for how long I was to be locked up in this chastity belt. It felt that the visits were the only thing I had to look froward to. These few minutes in the bathroom, for a brief moment holding my cock in my hand. The dominatrix seamed to enjoy them selfs. I saw DM one more seldom, but there were others who had filled her place.
After another 11 months it was again time for my vacation. I had a visit from the dominatrix, as usual, but this time to my surprise, they left when I was in the shower. What was going on? I looked into the living room, and it was empty and the chastity belt was missing too. I was free!! I was so happy. After almost two years I was able to greet my very best friend in life and hold him in my hands. I cuddled with him and he grew big and strong and hard, I was so happy.
The vacation started, and the weather was just perfect, I was really enjoying myself. I was free, I was happy.
Three weeks later my doorbell rang, when I answered I heard a voice saying: "Hi Charles, It's Miriam, we just met at pool, and you forgot something, can I come up and give it back to you?"
"Of course your welcome, come on up it's the third floor." I said and let her in.
I had just come from the pool were I had talked to many girls, so I didn't suspect anything. But there were three girls coming up the stairs, and I could see that one of them was carrying a package. When they came up to my door they brutally pushed me into my apartment and closed the door. Now they just stopped and I was ordered with a very severe voice to strip. I just could not believe what was happening, but when I saw the whip in one of the girl's hand I took my clothes off as quick as could. When I stood there naked in front of them, she handed me the chastity belt, and ordered me to put it on. "we can't let that thing swinging around as it wants. It must be under lock and key" she said with a wicked laugh, and pointed with the whip at my cock. I saw that the belt had gone through a make over. The lining was fresh and it was gleaming like when it was new. I looked at the girls and asked with a very sad voice: "Do I really have to? Can't we end this game?" The answer was a lash of the whip hitting my left hip and the words: "Be a good boy now and put the belt back on, or you will regret it, I can promise you that." I put it on, and a couple of minutes later I was alone, and my best friend was once again locked away from me. For how long I still don't know.
I am still, almost every day, trying to jerk off, and so far I have been unsuccessful. I will however not give up hope that I some day will succeed. I keep on trying, I just have to.
There has been several dominatrix that has released each other, and I they have never told me their names.
I still have the emergency number to call, one time I was really desperate and called it, but when it was clear to DM one that it, in the end, was no real emergency, I did found out what she could do with that whip of hers, and I had to wait 12 weeks before the next visit, by then I was almost a wreck, and I was so happy when I finally got the SMS that they were coming. I never dare to do that again.
I behave like a good boy, and the visits are up to once a week, mostly, sometimes every second week. I was still horny, just the slightest little thing could make my cock get hard, like seeing a nice pair of legs on the street. Or if the weather girl in TV has a nice outfit. Just small things like that, and I actually enjoy it.
Once again my vacation was coming up in just a week. I was hoping that I would spend the next three, maybe four weeks free from the belt as I did last year.
The doorbell sounded and I let them in. This time DM one was one of them. I had not seen her in 10 months, I din't knew if this is good or bad. I was happy to see all tree of them any how.
I was ordered to strip, and was given the key so I could unlock myself. I went into the bathroom. Everything was as it use to, but I was hoping that they would leave before I finished my shower. To my disappointment they were still there. When I came out of the bathroom I saw DM one standing there with the belt in her hand, but she did not give it to me, as she always used to do. Now some hope started to sparkle inside of me. Perhaps I would enjoy my vacation free, or perhaps she would end the game now. My hope for that was starting to grew.
DM one was silent for half a minute like she was thinking or making up her mind about something. I was just standing there waiting. Finally she began to speak: "In your note you wrote "no safe-word" didn't you?""
Yes, I wrote that, miss" I said.
"Hmmm.... and you also wrote that the key holder was the only one who was to determent for how long this role play should last, didn't you?
"Yes, I wrote that, miss" I said again.
"Let me ask you, if you had a safe-word to end this game, would you have used it already?" she asked.
"Oh yes miss, I would have used it almost a year ago." I said.
Again she went quiet, thinking. During that time my hope started to flame up. Was she finally going to end this game?
Then she spoke in a very thoughtful way, "You wanted to know how it would be, to locked in for a very long time, and you would not have anything to say for how long. You are saying that you wanted totally to lose control. Am I right?"
"Yes, miss you are quite right." I said with hopefully.
She looked at me for a few seconds and said "Well there we are then. It is up to me if this game is to be ended now, is that not so?"
"Yes miss, it is up to you to end the game now." I said.
Again she waited a few seconds, wile she playing with c.b. in her hand, before she, with a smile on her face, said " Well.....then I decide that the game will not yet end. Put this on and lock it. I want the game to continue for a couple of more years, I guess." She handed me the belt to put it on.
I looked horrified at her, and tried to speak :"For a couple of ye...." there she interrupted me, by holding up her hand and saying:"You don't have to thank me yet Charles, I have some more good news for you, do you want to hear?"
"Yes miss" I said and feared the worst.
"Well, I think the girls and I have been running these stairs quite a lot during the years, every week or every second week and so on. I will not deny that it has been fun, it has. But I think that it must be quite stressful for you, having to take that belt off and on again. So I thought that I would make a very simple change in § 3 in your note. Are you with me so far Charles?" She said.
I just looked at her, waiting for her to go on.
"I had this brilliant idea on my way here and I am sure that you will love it. It is that we will just change the word "weeks" for the word "months", don't you agree it is a splendid idea?"
When I heard that I nearly started to cry. These visits were almost the highlight of my existents. I was so looking forward to every visit, and now, if I was lucky, I would have just one visit per month.
Now she put the paper on a table and demanded me to cross out the word week and write the word month over it. She said it had to be in my handwriting.
I did not know what to say, I was just gasping for air, so she said: "I knew you would like that idea, so go ahead."
I did as she demanded.
She looked pleased at the change and continued:"I think that we can settle for the first Thursday of each month, so if you don't have a visit from us that Thursday you will know then that you probably can expect us the first Thursday the next month. Isn't great?"
I said: "But please, please, miss, just every month, cant't you come more often, I really like that?"
After another long pause she said:" Yes, and you know Charles, you have behaved, and I think that if you will go on behaving so good in the future, and be a very good boy we might reward you, and come to clean you up only every second month or so. I hope that you'd like this?"
Why did I open my big month?
I didn't dare to answer her. It seamed like what ever I said it just made it worse.
By now I had locked the belt around my waist, and handed her the key.
She took it, but didn't notice how devastated I looked.
She went on: "There is one more idea that I have come up with, and I think it will cheer you up even more. That is that for the moment there is only one key. I will go to a locksmith and have four new keys made. These keys will be shared among four new key-holders. It will be much safer this way. I mean If one key is lost it can easily be replaced. Now there will be four more key-holders that can open the lock. What do you think, Charles?
"I think it is a good idea, miss". I said.
Now she made a pause and looked at me. I was just standing there staring at her with opened mouth, hardly believing what I was hearing.
After a few seconds she went on:"Of course none of us key-holders will have that position for life. Any key can be handed over to a new key-holder if necessary. Don't you think this is good news?" she said and looked at me with a big smile.
I swallowed a couple of times trying to compose myself. I didn't know how to respond to such news, and I guessed that I could not change anything of what she had decided. I just said with a low and sad voice: "yes miss."
She clapped her hands together, and said: "I knew you would agree, I am so happy for you. Now the game will go on for years to come! Goodbye Charles, and have a great sex life"
"Oh, and Charles", she she said at the doorway, "Do not try to escape from the belt. We are keeping our eyes on you, even when you are not aware of it. It could be on the crowded bus or something. You will not notice that someone "accidentally" is bumping into you, and this person is feeling that you still have that belt around your waist. If you should get out, we have means to get you into prison for many years. We will find something to have you convicted for."
Then all three of them left my apartment, giggling down the stairs.
I was left there, alone and letting these new ideas sink into me. As I saw it I had no prospect of getting out this belt for many years to come. If one of the five dominatrix was thinking that the game should end, she would just be replaced with a new one, and the game could go on for ever.
The first Thursday two months later I got a visit from a two new dominatrixes. It was clear to me that they were holding one of the five keys to my c.b. The first one was a real looker, around 40 years, tall with high heel boots and expensive cloths. She looked at me as wolf looks at a chicken. I have never met a woman as terrifying as her. She presented herself with dark relaxed voice as miss A. And the other one as miss B.
Miss A told me to strip, and after some seconds I was standing in front of them naked except for my c.b. Miss A looked at me with a contemptuous smile, and said: "I hate men, if had my will all men would be wearing a c.b." She gave me the key so I could clean myself up in bathroom. As I did, both of them studied me. As they were standing very close together it was not hard to understand that they were a couple.
I did what I could to hurry up and soon I was again standing in front of them wearing nothing but my c.b.
They gave me a look full of contempt and left without a word.
I had to sit down, I was shaking, it had been a horrifying experience. There were no doubt in my mind that I was to be locked in this chastity belt for years to come.
It was meant to be just a role play for a while, but it got out of hand, and turned into reality.
I really got what I wished for, now I know how it is to be forced to wear a chastity belt for a very, very, long, long time.
I have on a few occasions met one or two of the girls in the town, and every time they are so nice and asking me how I am doing, and if I have time to have a coffee or something. They are just so nice and friendly then.
