CAPTIONS XV

The Thesis Project

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CAPTIONS XIV

 

The Postman Brings a Gift

I had read about stuff like this on the internet. On the sites I went to when no one was looking, late at night when I was sure I was alone.

I have had bondage fantasies since I was too young to be a dirty old pervert, and what I was looking at was the pinnacle of those fantasies.
I had just returned to my little flat and found the box waiting for me outside the door. Just a plain brown cardboard box with a delivery label with my name and address. Something from Ebay I assumed. I was always buying junk and getting rid a month later. Couldnt even remember what it was this time. I popped it on my post table then found a knife, opened it and there I stood mouth wide open looking at what had been for me until now just images on a screen.
This was defiantly not a piece of junk but where it had come from I did not know. What I discovered as I parted the plain brown packing paper was a bright, highly polished stainless steel chastity belt. I was to say the least a little surprised. The only other item in the box was a padlock. I was fascinated. I removed the lock from its sealed packing and three keys fell onto the floor. I was in a complete quandary my brain saying steady boy lets have a good look at this and my dick screaming put it on put it on put it on.
Obviously dick won the argument but not till I had tested the keys worked and I had a proper look. It was seemingly made entirely of what looked like stainless steel including the tube and when I had assembled the waist belt to the crotch belt I noticed a ring on the front. Pulling the ring caused dozens of tiny sharp spikes to peep out of there little holes in the tube, probably not enough to permanently damage its occupant but I would guess enough to draw a little blood when a good pull was applied to the ring, A lesser pull would cause the wearer less pain.
The phone rang and I ignored it, bound to be someone from a land far away wanting to explain to me why her phone package was much better than the one I had now. I checked the key in the lock again, it worked, It took me a while to figure out that the lock slid into a pocket in the front plate of the belt and the two arms of the waist belt were pushed down simultaneously onto the hasp forcing the lock to snap shut and completely hiding the padlock from view and making it totally tamper proof. Putting the key in the lock and a quarter turn the arms jumped up about half an inch and could then be sprung out of the way releasing the victim. So far so good, the phone rang again, I ignored it again.
My mind was spinning my dick was throbbing and the two thoughts in my head were where on earth had this evil little bit of kit come from and why when it was so obviously made for me had I not tried it on yet? I needed to investigate further; I was a little worried by the tube and its spikes. The tube was lined with what appeared to be a soft silicone rubber and there was no way the spikes would come out without a pull on the ring. The tube was mounted on a slide that would allow it some movement. This is a very solid piece of kit and would take considerable effort to take it off without the key. There were no other hitches as far as I could see so in for a penny.
I dropped my pants and my fronts and shirt for good measure. Holding the waist belt I stepped into it and pulled it up. But that was it, there was no way on Gods green earth my dick was going into that tube. Off to the freezer and a strategically placed bag of frozen peas had my dick back to its sleeping size. I tried again and failed again as soon as I tried to push Percy into the tube he hardened up and refused to go inside.
I remembered reading on a chastity belt website about the "sock trick". So I chilled my poor dick again and put a sock on it, pulled the belt up and threaded my dick into the tube, brought the arms round and tried to push them into the lock to close it. The whole contraption pushed down hard on my cock and balls and hurt like hell.� Using a mirror I could see the tube was not moving all the way up its slide I would have to take it off and repeat the icing and sock detail again, or a little force may just do it. I managed to get my finger in behind it and the phone rang again. Piss off I hissed as I freed the slide which sprang to the end of its travel allowing me to press the arms of the waist belt into the lock pocket and click It was locked.
The pain from the spikes as my dick swelled almost had me reaching for the key but with a deep breath or two I managed to gain a little control and felt my poor member recede.
The phone rang again, I picked it up. About time said a husky female voice I knew but could not place. I suppose you have been playing with my toy? What! I answered. Do you remember me? What! You bought me a drink at the Battersea Fetish Market! What, even I realised my answers were getting a little boring. Have you been playing with my belt she insisted? Err no I replied. Oh well if you dont like it I will come round and collect it. The phone went dead. Shit I love the idea of this but I am not about to admit I am a world-ranking weirdo to someone whose voice I cannot even remember.
I grabbed the keys and had a feel for the slot. To my abject horror I could not get the key in, using the mirror I could see the slot was obscured by the slide arrangement on the tube. I tried to move the slide back but it was solid. After another inspection with the mirror I discovered the locking mechanism had moved what I can best describe as a bolt into the path of the slide. As I saw it then the only way to take this off is to have it cut off.
At this point my memory kicked in and in my minds eye I saw a woman about 50ish but very well presented nothing outlandish, well not by the Fetish Market standards anyway we were sat in the bar having a drink. I had asked her for a date, she didnt refuse but she didnt except either she gave me a number and I gave her my home and mobile numbers. I had tried ringing her half a dozen times but the phone was never answered. She had said she was going on a trip but had been no more specific than that. She was defiantly the voice. Nothing much had been said but I thought she might be into some real kinky stuff. Thinking about it I had said a lot about me but had received very little information back. She had one small white wine and then said she had to go as she was travelling tomorrow. I was allowed to walk her to her car and was treated to a view of her very retro underwear as she climbed into a 5 ltr Supercharged Jag XF, Wow.
The intercom squealed, Shit! I pulled my jeans on and a T-shirt. Hello let me in, It was an order not shouted not rude but an order never the less. I wanted to give her a piece of my mind but my finger pressed the door release button I heard her heels on the stairs as I opened my door. She walked in as if she owned the place dropped a holdall to the floor and slipped off her full length leather coat and handed it to me. I cried out in real pain as my dick instantly sprang to attention, it felt as though every point in the tube had pierced my tender bit. The very understandable reaction from my best mate was provoked by her dress A red leather corset with black piping that just covered the nipple line, the narrowest waist I had ever seen and ending in eight suspenders holding up black stockings and a pair of boots with thin shiny metal stiletto heels that had to be very near six inches. And a pair of frilly black knickers that looked a little out of place but I felt it best not to comment.
I must have looked a little surprised as she pointed out the sleeve of her toy was soft silicone and would allow me a little movement but the spikes would prevent any nonsense. She asked me if I had any questions, I said does this belt come off. Playing the game well she then changed tack and said I dint understand, what belt, you distinctly told me you had not touched it. She held the silence for two or three minutes. Despite the obvious bulges in my jeans I could not bring myself to admit I had put myself in a chastity belt.
Show me, she eventually said. I was frozen. Strip! She commanded in that undeniable voice of hers. I dropped my jeans. And the rest. T shit off and trainers followed. Thats better, yes it does, it needs a magnetic key and the knowledge of where to put it I have not brought with me. I have invested a lot of money in you so I am very much hoping you wont let me down.
If you tell me at any time you want to remove the belt, by saying I demand you remove this belt I will take you to wherever the key is, remove the belt and bring you back here. After that we will never meet again. I may change the conditions at any time, you will have one chance to agree otherwise we will part in the manner outlined. Do you agree? Unable to speak I handed her the three keys.
Good, we are going to a party, and I need to dress you.
Picking up the bag she produced a strap armbinder and had me secured in it in seconds telling me I must let her know if I loose feeling in my arms. Next a hood with a zipped mouth and eye pieces. And a pair of clover clamps I have tried a pair before at a fetish show these hurt just as much. I made a complaint, which was answered by the removal of the frilly knickers revelling her totally bald damp cunt, she then stuffed them into my mouth before they went in I could see her moisture glistening. A nasty little crop appeared from the holdall and then twelve red stripes appeared on my backside.
She looked at me and said if you want that belt off nod your head my cock was in agony but I stood stock still. Finally a dog lead appeared and was clipped to the ring on the chastity belt and I then understood how much control it gave her. Finally she produced a butt plug with a horsehair tail attached, I was asked if I had ever worn one and I shook my head. Well now is the time to try it. She led to my own kitchen table bent me over it. And with the use of a fair amount of lube the plug was inserted and then locked in position. You will be grateful of that when we get there. Quite a few of my friends are gay she told me. I was not grateful for it then.
Another dozen stripes were added this time purely for her enjoyment. I was then forced to watch her finger herself to a noisy orgasm, she wiped her fingers under the nostril holes in my hood. My eye zips were closed and I was led totally unable to resist to the door. I was to be lead, dressed like this through the communal arias of my block of flats to her car then driven to a party god knows where. My nipples were numb, my cock felt like it had one hundred needles piercing it the horsehair was tickling the back of my knees and my arse was on fire my senses were overpowered by her scent and taste. I was in heaven.
Trott on boy and lift those knees. Thwack.

Dr Burke

I blew off work a bit early on Friday and headed downtown to see what was going on. All summer there were food festivals, ethnic celebrations and other things to see and do. This Friday there was some sort of health fair with booths set up for blood pressure screening cholesterol information and diabetic risk factors. It seemed boring until I happened upon a booth set up warning about sunburn and skin cancer. While it is true that I am fair skinned and at some risk in this regard, the woman staffing the booth was the real attraction. She was tall, dark haired and beautiful. While I was busy trying to think of a way to start a conversation with her, she spoke to me.
"Hi, my name is Bonnie and I work with a dermatology practice in the area. Would you be interested in a free sun cancer screening? It's painless, quick and, as I said, free."
I wasn't really but it seemed like a good way to get to spend more time with her so I agreed to the screening. First I had to answer a few questions about how often did I use sunscreen, did I wear a hat when out doors and limit my time on the beach. I admitted that I didn't take the precautions very seriously. In response, Bonnie offered to have the dermatologist take a look at my face, scalp and shoulders to see if my carelessness had caused any problems yet. She explained that the doctor's office was nearby and we could go right away. I agreed.


Dr. Burke's office was indeed just one flight up off the street. She was a blonde, a biy older that Bonnie but no less attractive. I was greeted in a professional manner and Bonnie showed her my questionnaire. Dr. Burke told me that the exam would take about 30 minutes. I was shown to an exam room, told to strip to my underwear and put on a gown. This I did. About the time I began to wish I had snagged a magazine from the waiting room, Bonnie and the doctor walked in.
Dr. Burke began the exam by feeling my forehead, scalp, ears, nose and the back of my neck. She told me that she found some suspicious, dry patches that could be an early sign. She said she would like to examine the rest of my skin. Her comments concerned me so I readily agreed.
She continued the exam by looking and feeling the skin on my arms and shoulders. She then asked me if I would mind removing the gown so she could continue the exam. Bonnie helped my out of the gown and I sat there in my briefs while they both continued to feel and look over my back and chest. She then asked me to lie back on the table and while I was doing she pulled off my underwear, rather quickly, I thought. She began a thorough examination of my groin.
I found the situation difficult. There I was, naked in the presence of two fully dressed, good-looking women, one of whom was handling my penis. I was trying to remain calm but my concentration was broken when Dr. Burke spoke to me.
"I see some early signs here as well. I need to get a better look so, if you don't mind, I'd like to have Bonnie prep-shave your pubic area." I was slightly stunned but murmured my consent. Bonnie asked me to bend my knees, put my feet together and spread my knees as far as possible. She used an electric clipper to remove most of my pubic hair and got the rest with some lather and a razor. Now I was absolutely naked. Dr. Burke returned and ran her hand over my groin and said to Bonnie, "Nice job, I'll bet he hasn't been that smooth since he was 8 years-old."
They both laughed and again my concentration was broken. This time I reacted with an instant erection, painfully stiff. Dr. Burke spoke again. "Oh good, that will make the examination easier, I was about to suggest a little manual stimulation to get the wrinkles out. See if you can maintain that until I'm done."
Bonnie held the end on my, now dripping, cock while Dr. Burke examined first the right side and then the left side of my painfully erect penis. After what seemed like hours she sat down and told Bonnie she could let go of my penis. I sat there like an idiot, naked with a dripping erection sticking out of my hairless crotch in front of these two women. Dr. Burke spoke to me.
"Do you go to nude beaches frequently or do you simply masturbate a great deal?
"What do you mean?" I stammered, my face and neck reddening considerably.
"I see some signs that could either be excessive sun or repeated low-level abrasion to your penis. It doesn't really matter much, which it is because either, over the long term, could lead to skin cancer. I'd hate to be the doctor who would have to amputate your penis to stop the spread. I suppose most men would find life without a penis pretty hard to take." She was smiling slyly with that last comment.
Now she had my attention and my erection disappeared as quickly as it had come on. My cock shriveled and both women laughed at my reaction. Bonnie remarked, "That idea always seems to take the lead out of their pencils"
"What do you recommend I do about this?" I asked Dr. Burke.
"Keep your clothes on outside and keep your hands off of your penis. The first one is pretty easy but men your age don't do so well with the second one so I'm going to prescribe an appliance. First off, are you married or sexually involved with anyone?"
when I told her "no" to both questions she told Bonnie to get a restraint clip. Bonnie returned with what looked like a 3" section of hinged pipe with heavy metal mesh over one end. Dr. Burke explained how it was used.
"This locks around the length of your flaccid penis, I keep the key. After two weeks we re-examine your penis. If there is adequate healing, Bonnie and I will show you a gentler way to masturbate". This sounded interesting but she went on. "Then you get locked back up and we re-examine again after a week to make sure there is progress in your healing. If so, you can masturbate again here. This is the routine for a few months until you've broken the daily habit and have established a weekly routine at which point the clip shouldn't be necessary. By the way, the clip is designed to discourage manipulation, the interior is studded. Trying to pleasure yourself while wearing it is futile, as is removing it, and any such efforts will slow the healing process."

Two weeks seemed like a long time but the prospect of having these two show me a new way to masturbate was just kinky enough to be appealing. I agreed to the treatment and, a little quicker than I would have liked, I was locked up. Once my cock was secured, both women smiled as if at some sort of inside joke. I got dressed and made an appointment for two weeks later and went home.
It was a rough weekend. Any sort of an erection was very painful as the studs were sharper than I thought necessary. After a few more days most young women began to look appealing. By the end of the first week, I was counting the days. Finally the two weeks had passed and I made my way downtown to Dr. Burkes office.
As I got off the elevator I noticed that the hallway was empty. At the door to her office, which was locked, there was a note addressed to me. It read,

Roger, The Office has moved,
we'll be in touch. Maybe Bonnie

It's been six months since then. I've contacted every Dr. Burke I can find on the internet without any luck. I got one note from Bonnie about two months ago. There was no return address and she simply asked me if I had broken the masturbation habit yet. These two unspeakably cruel bitches have left me locked up, horny and helpless. The locksmith I finally went to simply laughed and said it was the fifth one he had seen this year and he had simply given up trying to pick the lock or drill or cut through the hardened metal.
It seems these two women are making the rounds, preying on men and leaving them to suffer total sexual abstinence forever. I can't imagine what that will feel like but it looks like I might find out.