Most of your correspondents want to be locked up. Not me.
I thought I had it made. I was new in the city and answered an ad for a houseboy. With no job, yet, and no place to stay, this seemed ideal. Donna seemed to know what she wanted, but when she got more demanding, I decided that it was still a good deal.
I was to stay in her condo and clean. That was it. No friends, no visitors, no phone calls. Computer was OK to use.
To emphasize this, she kept took all my clothes and locked them up. She gave me a short maid's dress and a pair of tights to wear. Sometimes this varied; it could be a pair of tights and a turtleneck leotard, locked at the collar with a collar. It could be fishnets and maid's dress. If she was angry at me for a job not well done, she added a pair of leather ankle manacles. A collar with a "property of" tag dangling from the front ring was locked on my neck.
She found she could get some extra money by renting me out as a maid. So as to protect all concerned, I wore a full head mask with a front which looked just like a person's face. Female. It laced down the back, and to make sure nobody took it off, she skipped every few holes and put a small padlock in them. Of course the bottom was attached to my collar. When we went somewhere, my hands were always restrained behind my back with a pair of manacles which joined with my collar in the back. Very secure. Once we got into the car, she put tape over my eyeholes so I didn't know where we were going. She led me into the house on a leash and then removed the tape. The mask also had a mouth hole big enough to use a penis gag in, and sometimes that was used. Ankle and wrist manacles were up to the hostess.
It wasn't bad, knowing that my identity was secret (But why should that matter, since I never went out without Mistress Donna anyway.) The short skirt and fishnets outfit - - no underwear - - got a lot of attention and touching of my privates.
After one party, when I had been secured and we were ready to leave, the hostess told Mistress Donna she wanted to make a suggestion. The hair on my legs diluted the look of the fishnets, and she suggested I be shaved. I started to protest and the gag went in. The hostess offered her exercise room for the job and they took me back there, removed my fishnets, put me on a bench, and secured my ankles out to the sides. Shaving cream and razor finished the legs quickly. "Let's finish the job," and I muffled a protest. I knew I had to not move or I would be castrated. There is something about being held by the private parts in order for someone to shave your pubic hair!
Jumping ahead to two weeks later. I read in the paper that one of my former teachers was in town to accept an award. I threw caution to the winds and called her to congratuate her. When Mistress Donna returned, she picked up the phone, it redial, and found out what I had done. I tried to convince her it was innocent, that SHE was he only one in my life.
She went to the closet and took out something leathery. "You must have been crazy to do that, and this is what crazy people wear." It was a straightjacket, which she put on me. It had a zipper in the back, which locked to my collar. The sleeves met in the back and after buckling, fit over a post. A padlock in the post and I was really secured.
The she made a phone call which I only heard "it's time" and "right now?" She put on my helmet, and before we left, tossed some keys on the table. "These are the keys to your straightjacket. They will stay here." As always, the tape went over my eyes and we drove somewhere.
When we entered the room, there was a lot of equipment. It looked like a dungeon. I was taken to two ropes hanging down and a strap connected to each was put under my armpit, and when they were fastened, I was pulled up into the air. After my fishnets were removed, my ankles were tied out to the sides. I could hardly squirm at all.
Mistress Donna decided it was best to put my gag in. One one of the two women (both of whom were masked) came over, lifted my skirt, and remarked about how cute and small my penis was. This is a sore point with me; I don't need to have it rubbed in. She also congratulated Mistress Donna on having me shaved "This will make it much easier."
The other way came over with a handful of goo and I was told to expect something cold, like getting a mold for a tooth crown. Yow, it wsas cold! After a minute, it was removed. Then they brought over what looked like a plastic jock strap. "Here's his trainer." They put a plate next to my skin, pushed my privates thru it, and then snapped something around them. Then a plastic cup which locked to the plate. A waist belt also locked.
"Do you want him to have the full training?" Yes was the answer. I saw one of them with a dildo which she slowly pushed into my asshole. Then I felt she was threading the strap from behind my balls thru the head of it. She pulled the strap and I was sure that she pushed that plug in another FOOT. I moaned and almost bit thru the gag. Another lock clicked.
"We know from experience that the mistress or master often takes pity on a belted person. That's why WE will keep the keys to the belt. For obvious reasons, you have the key to the plug. We will see you in two weeks for his new chastity device."
The other ome added, "Oh, yes, we have taken the liberty of adding one item which you may or may not use. Some men get quite uncontrollable over the idea of having their cocks locked up." She took out what looked like a TV romote, touched a button, and a sensation started around my balls. "I turn it higher and it gets really uncomfortable." And she did. I writhed and moaned. She handed the remove to Mistress Donna, they let me down, and I was led out, once again with my eyes covered.
So now my routine is to shower in the morning, during which I am given an enema. The belt cleans easily with holes in the top and bottom, which also allow urination. Best to do that in the tub and wash it all out right away. After the shower, the butt plug goes in and is locked. Out goes Mistress Donna to work, with the key. And I am left on my own. Of course I dare not resist or I will get the shock treatment.
So that's how it is so far.
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