Iím a 45 year old, sexually controlled male. Some may say "belted", but in my case the term belted is misleading, since I this far has never worn a real chastity belt.
However I havenít been allowed unrestricted access to my penis since July 17th 1999 when my first KTB arrived. My wife immediately locked it on. No break-in period. No mercy. In fact there was not even a discussion. Whenever I complained, her question was always: "Do you want to safeword? If not, then stop whimpering, because the bracelet is on to stay, and there is very little you can do about it, except to cut the lock, and I really canít picture you using your Dremel tool on something that close to your penis."
Wearing a chastity device has many aspects. With the KTB the key aspect is fear. The teeth are so cruel when you attempt to get an erection, yet you really canít stop it from happening. So you start to fear those situations that will lead to pain. You avoid looking at women. You avoid those "dirty" magazines. You withdraw if pretty women speak to you.
Most users also fear that the teeth will break the skin and cause bleeding. I had that fear too, but it never happened, despite the fact that I had at least two dozens raging erections that I could not control and that had me rolling on the floor in pain. On one occasion, my wife walked into the room. She eyed my groin clutching and coldly asked: "Safeword?" I managed to reply a "No" in between my moaning. "Thought so", she said and left me to my misery.
So I was never damaged by the KTB, not even during my break in period. But there was considerable pain involved. I actually believe that having a keyholder that was so strict helped me. It was a lot better than having the device off and on all the time. It became a permanent installation, something that I had to accept, the sooner the better. Actually, she removed the bracelet twice each week and inspected for damage. Taking the device off and getting it back on again were my worst moments.
After about one month, I started getting comfortable with the device to the point that I could forget it was on .. at least until I started having "impure" thoughts. I could somewhat control my erections, and would only wake up once or twice each night because nocturnal erections.
When I first introduced her to chastity play, it was my intent to get her into a chastity belt so that I could mercilessly tease and fondle her. Her reaction to the materials I presented her (thank you Altarboy) surprised me. She quite plainly stated: "You are never going to get me into one of those medieval instruments of torture, but if you feel like wearing one, then itís fine by me, only it happens on my terms. I hold the key. I call the shots."
I agreed, thinking that by getting a chastity belt for myself, I could later coax her into accepting one for herself. I was planning to order a male belt from Access Denied, and asked her to measure me. "No measurements," she said. "You donít need measurements for the KTB." Those words sent a chill of fear up my spine, and it was with mixed feelings I ordered the device. I went for the medium one.
After the first month with me in the KTB, she wanted sex. I was more than willing to comply, but instead of the usual missionary style, she wanted me to eat her pussy. "Where is the Key?" I asked. "The KTB stays on. You are to use your tongue, not your penis." "But that will be hell for me!"
"Safeword?" she asked? "No," I replied and started slowly kissing her while I gently removed her clothes. It took me a good three hours of hard and painful work before she had enough and went to sleep.
While the main show was going on, my endorphins kept the pain away, but as I was winding down, the madly burning pain returned. I went to the bathroom and showered in ice-cold water, and that killed my erection, but the moment I returned to the bedroom, I was rock hard again, so I actually spent most of the night in the shower.
People frequently want to know how it feels when the teeth of Kahli start digging into your most sensitive body parts. It doesnít feel like needles at all. It is more of a burning sensation that increases in strength as your erection increases. It does hurt. Make no mistake about that. But once your endorphins start kicking in, the pain is bearable. That morning we never got dressed (the kids were at summer camp). I received more teasing and stroking from her than I had ever before received in my entire marriage. Myself I followed her every move, paid attention to all her needs, I was considerate and polite, I caressed her, kissed her, hoping desperately that she would get the key and unlock me so that I could have my share of the fun.
In the evening she asked me to tie her up and tickle her. If I tickled her skilfully enough, she hinted that she might break down and "confess" where she had hidden the KTB key. The prospect of having her securely bound for hours of merciless tickling started an erection that caused me considerable pain, but I got out some leather cuffs and in no time had her strapped down on the bed, spread wide and very accessible.
The thick, padded leather hood came as a surprise for her, and I believe that she panicked briefly at first.
"Tell me where the key is, and Iíll have that thing off your head in a second," I offered.
"In your dreams, pathetic creature," was her response before I inserted the mouth-stuffing gag that came with the hood.
I let her stew for a quarter in the quiet darkness before I suddenly attacked her armpits. She shrieked, but only I heard that. I used feathers, hands, spiked wheels, fur mittens, coarse hemp mittens. My only problem was that this excited me so much that I was in constant pain, and had to take frequent shower stops.
I watched her naked body. She was drenched in sweat. Her breasts were trembling. Her fingers flexing. It was obvious that she was on the verge of desperation. "Nod when you are ready to tell me where the key is," I told her. She never nodded her head.
By evening I released her, admitting my defeat, pleading for a brief release from the cruel teeth of Kahli.
"So now we know who is the stronger sex around here. The bracelet stays on as long as I want it on. I will have no arguments over that. And by the way, the keys are in a safety deposit box. They are inaccessible until Monday anyhow."
I never slept that night. There was a constant burning from my penis that was rock hard all the time. About five in the morning she woke up, stroked my penis and said:" Oh my god, have you been hard all the time since yesterday? Weíd better get the bracelet off and check for damage."
"But the keys are in that darn safety deposit box!"
"I have a spare here at home."
We went into the shower. I kneeled down and licked her to an orgasm. Afterwards, she unlocked me. There were four red rings around my penis, but the skin was intact. I lowered my hands to feel, but she stopped me. "Your penis is mine. Only I touch your naked penis." Then she knelt down and started soaping it in, massaging gently, bringing me to the edge, but not further before turning the shower on cold and directing it at my groin. I jumped and screamed. "Safeword?" she asked. I never replied. Ten minutes later we were back in bed, the KTB was locked back on and I was in utter despair. It had taken the erection about five minutes to return. She rolled over and looked at me. "I love it when a grown man cries," she said, and I realized that I had tears in my eyes. "You are mine now, mine forever".
One month after the KTB was first locked on, I was allowed my first orgasm. I was tied spread eagle on the bed; she used a LOT more rope than she needed to, and the net result was that I had very little slack. I was kept in a strict pose while she gave me three orgasms within the five hours I was tied down. After the last one, I just couldnít go soft, so she brought out the ice cubes and locked the KTB back on before releasing my limbs and my body. I cried again that night.
I travel a lot, but until September that year I had no air travel. Anyhow, we discussed how we were to handle travel arrangements, and she accepted that I ordered the CB-2000. Unfortunately, by that time the vendor was severely backlogged due to production problems, and my first travel day arrived before the CB-2000.
I cancelled my plane ticket and travelled by train instead. As things happened, my seat allocation was in a compartment with three females. They were friends and were having great fun teasing men. They seemed to sense that I was in some kind of misery and thrived by it. All three were lookers, not centrefold Playboy stuff but definitely well above average. Two of them had short hair, but one of them had waist long blond hair that cascaded down her body, and she was the one sitting next to me.
I wish my wife had long hair. Iím a sucker for females with long hair. It turns me on. The strands of her hair were tickling my arm. She smelled so nicely of perfume, and made a game of brushing her hair against me on every possible occasion. I had a fire going in my groin, but not the kind of fire they believed. The other two girls sitting opposite me were giggling and whispering among themselves, quite obvious that something was wrong with me. Their amusement encouraged the blond girl to keep up her efforts. And as the train was full, I was stuck with my pre-allocated seat.
After three hours of agony, I left the train at a station in the middle of nowhere. According to the timetable here was another train coming in six hours. I spent the time reading all the newspapers I could get my hands on, drinking poor coffee and eating stale rolls of bread. Not exactly the time of my life, but for me it was a lot better than sitting next to a pretty girl.
The train arrived, and I found a seat in a compartment with two older men and a seventy year old, but extremely nice lady. I was really relieved, and able to enjoy the scenery outside the window. Thank God for old ladies.
When I arrived at my hotel four hours later, I called my wife. She wanted to know why I was delayed, so I told her about the incident with the three ladies. It did not please her.
"I really thought that by now you had developed some self control! Turn on the hotel TV. Tune into an erotic channel, tune up the volume so I can hear the voices, leave the TV on and the phone off the hook."
I spent the time until midnight watching erotic movies, trying in vain to control my physical responses, raking up a major phone bill. Half an hour after midnight, she finally allowed me to turn off the TV and hang up. I wasted no time complying, but my erection lasted well into the morning, allowing me only an hour of sleep.
The rest of the trip was uneventful. I had only very few erections and managed to reach my business goals for the trip. After my return, my wife clearly felt sorry for me, and she gave me an evening of teasing and caressing and finally the long sought after relief sometime the next morning. I was in heaven, until I once again felt the teeth biting into my penis.
The CB-2000 arrived two weeks later, and the teeth of Kahli were left to rest in my bedside drawer. Unfortunately, the first version of the CB-2000 (the handmade one) could be defeated. I discovered it at once, but she only discovered this after some six weeks. In the meantime, I used my opportunities to their fullest. I basically jerked off three or more times a day. When my new habits were eventually discovered, she became furious, and the KTB came right back on. She also ordered another KTB, the severe one, promising that I was to wear it 24/7 until the production version of the CB-2000 arrived. Fortunately, the production version of the CB-2000 arrived first.
Again, she wasted absolutely no time putting her new toys to use. After finding the right A-ring and spacer combination, she locked the cage in place and smiled:
"This looks really good and secure. Hope it is comfortable, because you will be wearing it 24/7 for three months or until you manage to bring yourself to orgasm with the CB-2000 on."
She later told me that I went pale hearing those words. I spent the next two and a half months trying to jerk off, unsuccessfully. There was no way that I could get relief, but for each attempt I got more and more horny. The last two weeks of the period, I resigned to my faith, but I was almost always rock hard inside the cage, and my balls were blue and acing all the time.
In late January the last day of my three-month sentence finally arrived. The kids were spending the weekend with her parents. She started the entertainment by tying me down in the usual position, and unlocking the CB-2000. I was trembling with anticipation, but became a little fearful when she brought out the leather hood and secured it on my head. She inserted the mouth-filling gag into my mouth before speaking to me:
"You will be thrilled to know that I am now holding the severe version of the KTB in my hand. It is just beautiful. The metal band is polished to a brilliant lustre, and the spikes look soooo evil. I am sure glad that I doní t have a penis that it can be locked around like Iím going to do to your penis now. When the KTB is safely installed, Iím going to tickle you until you are reduced to a mass of trembling meat and sweat. Then Iím going to milk your prostate dry before I reapply the CB-2000. Your next period will be one month, but somehow I donít think that you will be looking forwards to the end of this period, because that is when you will start wearing the severe KTB full time. Unless you manage to convince me otherwise."
I tried to make some understandable speech, but she never understood a word I was saying. She packed an ice bag around my penis and testicles, and after a while locked the new KTB in place.
As sensation returned, I felt the terror of those long and evil teeth digging into my most sensitive flesh, and I started trashing and screaming. She claims that I kept at it for nearly an hour before I safeworded. The pain was just too much to bear.
She released my limbs and let me remove the hood myself. I stood up, but was barely able to remain on my feet. Sweat was oozing from the pores of my skin. My limbs were trembling. Still she made no move towards removing the KTB, and there was no key in sight.
"We need to talk," she said. "I respect our safeword, but you know the rules. Do you really want to end our chastity play right here and now, or do you think that you can somehow find the strength to continue?"
"Listen dear, please listen. The pain is just so terrible. Iíve never felt anything like it in my life. Please unlock the bracelet now."
"You are to refer to me as Madam. If we are going to continue playing, you will have to adapt to that pain. If I unlock you now, you will experience relief as a consequence of breaking off our play. If you accept the fact that I am not going to unlock you, the pain is going to be easier to accept, because you know that you have no option but to accept it. So think about your situation again. Is it the pain, or is it your helpless condition that you are finding difficult to handle?"
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to sort my thoughts. Looking down at the metal band around my penis, I could se no blood, but the head of the penis was swollen and blue. "I donít know honey, I really donít know. I donít want to stop the play. It just became too much for me. Maybe I can get myself under control again. But why are you so cruel to me, darling?"
"Have you forgotten that from now on and until the play ends, Iím ĎMadamí to you whenever we are alone? If you forget that again, you will receive severe punishment! You have given control over body to me. I keep you chaste and torture you for several reasons. Firstly, I love you. Secondly, you have given your body as a gift to me, and it is mine to do with as I please as long as the play is still on, and it pleases me to see you in frustrated pain. Now are you prepared to accept the new penis bracelet and return to your position on the bed?"
I probably wasnít prepared, but still answered: "Yes, Madam". Some minutes later I was retied, rehooded and regagged, and the tickle torture resumed.
At some point in time, I must have passed out. When I woke up, the hood was gone, and she was wiping my face with a cold washcloth. I was still tied down, and the KTB was still mercilessly gripping my erect penis.
"You may wonder why I did this to you. Actually, I did it out of mercy because I want to give you a chance to prepare yourself. For the next month, you will be wearing the CB-2000. During that month, I want you to gain full control over your erections. If you succeed, you will have no problems accepting the severe KTB bracelet. If you donít succeed, well I guess that you can always safeword. But unless you safeword, there will be no release for you before you have worn the severe KTB for 24 hours a day, thirty days in a row."
With those words she removed the KTB and locked the CB-2000 back on, only this time she inserted the "points of intrigue" instead of the usual spacer.
"I just want to help you a little, dear," she explained. Now Iíve been kind to you. Itís your turn to be kind to me. I want three orgasms within an hour. If you donít succeed, you spend the rest of the weekend wearing the hood with the gag locked in.
She straddled my chest, but made sure she kept her pussy just far enough from my tongue to make my licking truly ineffective. Still I managed to bring her to orgasm three times. The only problem was that the last orgasm happened five minutes on overtime.
So I spent the rest of the weekend hooded, gagged and blind as a bat and truly fearfull of what awaited me at the end of my "month of mercy".
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