Love your site, so I thought I would share this story I wrote. Feel free to post it, and you can use my email address. I wrote this for my former Mistress, who was into forced chastity even more than I am.
I sit writing this to you, because the one who owns my body, mind, and soul has commanded it. It has been two months since my last orgasm, two months, even, since I have been able to touch my own organ.
It all started out a year ago. My Mistress, my love, and I had decided a while back that ours was to be a permanent relationship. I knew this meant even greater sacrifices, but I had no idea just how many.
We lay together on the bed, both spent after making, for the most part, vanilla love. I say mostly vanilla. Sex with my Mistress was generally at her direction, geared towards her pleasure, with my own secondary. I had brought her to several climaxes with my touch, my breath, my tongue, and even my words before I ever even felt her femininity wrap around me. Even after I had reached my orgasm, she needed me still, and my face nuzzled between her milky white thighs to bring her sharply over the edge once more.
She was curled up, with her back pressed against my front, my arms wrapped around her. I was beginning to drift off to sleep, when I heard her begin to speak.
"I need more," she whispered. My sleepy mind took this to mean she wanted more pleasure, and I awoke enough to begin tracing circles around her perfect nipples with my fingertip. "No," she whispered again as she turned, still in my arms, to face me. "I need more control," her lips barely moved as she spoke, "utter control of this", her voice grew more insistent and she grabbed my sensitized penis and balls.
More fully awake now, I looked down at her face. The look of bliss she wore immediately after her fifth orgasm of the evening was gone, and in it's place was THE mask, that hunger mask she sometimes wore.
"Will you surrender that control to me, darling? Will you give me total rule over your sexual functions?"
My mind, having grown so used to the surrender I give her with everything else, answered without questioning. "Yes, whatever you desire", I whispered, and the mask was wiped away, replaced on her face by a look of satisfied contentment.
Nothing more was said of this conversation for a month, and the night she walked in the door with the little box, and asked me if I remembered the conversation, I had to admit that I did, but just vaguely.
"Precious, I've decided I need to deepen your submission, to own your very erections. I need the gift of every bit of your sexuality."
My mind raced, and my pulse throbbed. We had toyed with sexual denial, and she had seen how denying my release for even a few days had made me much more compliant, more malleable in her hands. I knew how frustrated I had felt when she brought me to the edge and denied my release. And I knew how that frustration, even after a few days, had caused my thoughts to focus intently on the power she held over me.
"Strip!", she ordered. Oh, how I loved the demanding side of her, with the dread of knowing where it would lead to sometimes. I complied, removing my clothing, but not quickly enough, and she began pulling my clothes away. Once naked, she lead me by my collar to the bedroom, where she sat me on the bed, and began pacing, and talking.
"I want you to realize full well what you are about to do. You agreed to it a month ago, but you are to enter it knowing the implications." At this point, my mind was trying to concentrate, realizing she wanted me to chose. This meant what she wanted was not trivial, and was a deepening of what I had already given.
"...complete control, my darling, that means no chance of release, no chance of reprieve. You may go weeks without a climax before I allow it, or I may demand four in one day. Once you agree to this, there will be no turning back. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, I think I do." I did understand, and the thought scared me. It worried me because I knew it was something I wanted, and I knew it would be hard.
"Well, as part of the control, you will be wearing a chastity device at all times, except when I decide to free you. Now, are you ready to take this step?"
My hands trembled, knowing that I was about to give over another part of me. I guess I should have been more cautious, but any chance to give Mistress something she wanted so badly pleased me.
"Yes, I need you to take control from me".
With that, she opened the box, and produced a devilish looking device. Leather straps and metal rings were everywhere. "This is your first device, it will not be your last," she announced.
That week was hell. Nothing specific had changed, other than the snug reminder of her control over me, but at the same time, it seemed everything had changed. I felt my submission at every turn. I was reminded of it at the office, and especially when I had to pee. The device turned my cock down, forcing me to squat to urinate, like a girl. At my desk during the day, an unexpected erection would dig deeply into the device, making me keenly aware of the fact that my body belonged to her, my lovely Mistress.
Sexually, I was frustrated. We did almost the same exact things we always did, but unless she unlocked the belt, I knew my efforts would not be rewarded in the traditional way.
After two weeks, I had begun to take my rewards as I could. The feel of her strap on in my ass, once pleasurable only as an act of power she held over me, became the closest thing to regular sex to me. The friction on my prostate would bring me ever so close to orgasm, but never over. Mistress simply giggled with delight at how much it had added to my surrender.
Then, on the two week anniversary of the belt, I was to meet her at a local dungeon. When I arrived, she was there, looking positively glowing with anticipation. She had the look in her eyes, that look of a man who hasn't eaten in a week, she had the hunger, and it was my pain she was to feed on. Fear coursed through me, and at the same time I felt my cock painfully pressing against it's controller.
Inside, I was so securely lashed down that I couldn't even buck a hair's width, even with all my strength. Mistress came, and whispered raggedly in my ear, "I'm going to take you tonight. I need it. This time is going to be farther than you've gone before, and I'm afraid for you. Kiss me, tell me it will be alright".
Her sweetness touched me, but a cold river ran though my spine. I was genuinely afraid, she had never acted so afraid for what she would do. But, two weeks in the belt had brought me to heights of inner submission I had never known. I didn't care anymore, just as long as she would touch me.
Kiss me, my love, however you need to! Take what you need, plunge into my soul! That is what I wanted to tell her, but my mouth had gone dry from fear. I instead meekly whispered. "Please"
Once more she spoke, but I could tell she was losing the battle to control herself. "I'm placing a jingle bell in each hand. Drop them if you are in distress. It had better be a matter of life or death, understand?" The last words... I could see the control vanish, and with it any hopes I had that this would be easy. No, this would be hard, very hard indeed.
With that, she placed her inflatable rubber hood over my head, and pushed it's gag into my mouth. I could breathe only through the nose holes. She pushed a nose spray bottle in first my left nostril, and then my right, making sure my breathing wouldn't be obstructed by using a double dose of Afrin in each. Then, she inflated the gag, and then the hood. My world had become black as night, and just as silent.
Then, my love, my Mistress was gone, replaced by the cruel tormenter she had become, and my mind exploded into light as the crop struck for the first time.
Sexual release... I wasn't able to after that, two weeks to the day after my first chastity device. The whipping had taken every ounce of strength I had, but because of the way she had prepared me, bringing me to such a height of desire, I was able to endure so much more than ever before. A few days later, though, she unlocked me, and make sweet, tender love to me. The night of torture had sapped the overwhelming need to come, but not the need to hold her and make gentle love.
So here I sit, almost a year to the day since that first night, when she brought up the idea of sexually controlling me. We have gone through many different chastity devices, sometimes rotating them on a daily or weekly basis. She has her favorites.
Some cause pain, some simply prevent stimulation of any kind. Others allow some feeling, but deny erection. Others defy description.
Two months now, the longest I've gone with any. And it will be a month more before there is any hope of release. You see, Mistress invented one of her own. It's simple, actually, and quite ingenious. She had a piece of curved acrylic tubing fashioned to fit over my penis, with holes and ways to get water in to wash. It looks like just a tube, but the key is two holes near the top.
Through those go the Prince Albert piercing she had me endure, just to wear this device. The ring is actually a lock, and it serves to hold the device in place. The piercer told her it would take three months for the piercing to heal... so I know there is no chance of "early release". It's comforting, in a way, to know even if I begged, she simply cannot let me have my way.
Two months... I've never gone that long, and I'm feeling intensely needy for *something*. I think I could orgasm just from being whipped, my senses are that heightened.
One side effect is that not having to worry about my own needs sexually allows me to concentrate on her's more fully. Mistress whispered to me last night how much better she likes me like this. It was music to a submissive's ears. But now I see here looking at the device, and I'm getting the idea she's thinking of making it permanent.
Am I ready for that? I've never felt more completely submissive in my life, never felt so alive, and never knew my every never could tingle like this. Yes, I think I'm ready.
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