A Night OutFiction Submitted by: Anonymous
What was I doing here, I asked myself? I was in a night club in the middle of the city on a Saturday night and I was locked into my Goethals belt. It had arrived on the Friday morning, and I had tried it out. I decided I might as well enjoy myself, and so I stuck each of the keys into a seperate envelope, and each of those envelopes into a seperate post box.
I walked around the club and spied a gorgeous tall brunette in the middle of the dancefloor, wearing a long tight shiny black skirt. She wasn't really dancing, as the skirt was too tight. She also had a tight lace-up top on, which pushed her breasts up and together in that very deliberate way, and a shiny metal collar.
I moved onto the spot of dance floor right behind her, and started dancing, just staring at her ass. I really have a thing for bottoms and legs in tight shiny materials. I saw that the skirt was latex (I hadn't been sure if it was PVC or latex), and that, for the few centimetres that I could see of her legs below the skirt, her legs and feet were also covered in latex.
A man in front of her tried to speak to her, but she wasn't interested, and turned around to face me.
I saw that she was the stuff dreams were made of, but she had plenty of men trying to get her attention already, and I knew I didn't stand a chance.
She looked at me, and our eyes met - I wondered what she was thinking, but her eyes stayed locked on mine, and after a few seconds, I looked away. I peeked back, and she was still looking at me. She walked over to me slowly, and put her arm behind me, and said, Perhaps you should buy me a drink. I moved closer to her ear, and said, Sure. She smelt good. And as I had moved closer, I had put my hand on her rubber skirt, and suddenly I remembered about the belt! Perhaps, if things went well tonight, I could avoid her finding out about it, as most girls would consider it "disgusting" and probably think I was a dirty pervert or something.
I followed her to the bar, watching her walk in that tight skirt, loving the way the fabric clinged to her legs. At the bar, I asked her what she wanted to drink - and bought it. I went for a double vodka, as I hadn't had a drink yet, and I wanted to enjoy myself.
"My name is Emma", she said. "I've never been here before." I told her my name, and then she asked, "Do you like latex?" My penis suddenly tried to grow, and I felt the tight walls of the belt gripping me, enforcing its no-erection policy.
"Er, yes, I do", I said. "Can you tell?", I asked.
"I love it", she said. "Can't get enough of it. You should see my wardrobe at home."
I remembered the belt, and said "I'd love to, but I can't tonight."
"I want to wrap my long latex legs around you, and tie you to the bed" she purred. She leaned closer and just as I was about to answer, she put her finger gently on my lip. "I want to screw you as hard as you've ever been screwed", she said.
I decided to level with her. "I'd love to come back with you, but I'm afraid I won't be any use to you at all" I said.
"Aww, you've only got a little one, and you're embarrassed about it? Don't be."
"No, it's not that. It's worse than that. I'm wearing a chastity belt."
There was a long silence. She looked at me, and asked "Your wife makes you wear one to stop you being unfaithful?"
"No", I said. "I'm single. I bought it for myself, and decided to wear it this weekend.
"So let's go back to your place, and unlock it then", was her answer.
"Erm, I posted the keys to myself, and they don't get back until Monday morning", I confessed.
She smiled, a kind of twisted smile, as though she had a cunning plan. She grabbed my genitals very decisivly, and nodded. "It's definately locked up" she confirmed.
"You think I would lie about it? There's nothing more I would like to do than come home with you and fuck you, over and over again. Why would I lie?"
She pinched my nipple through my shirt, and told me to follow her. We went out into the night air, and walked to the car park. She unlocked a car, and the opened the back door. "Get in", she ordered.
I said nothing, but sat in the back seat.
"Arms behind your back", she said. "I need to know you're safe and won't attack me."
I looked at her, and slowly put my arms behind my back. She leant over, the rubber making a lovely squeaking noise, and put a pair of handcuffs on me. Then, she bent down and put a pair of leg-cuffs on my feet. I started to worry. All this suddenly started to seem too good. Perhaps I was going to have my kidneys removed, and sold. Perhaps I was going to be in the latest snuff video. She pulled a tight rubber mask over my head. It had a small gag which slotted into my mouth, but I didn't think it would stop me speaking. I had no eye holes, and I now couldn't see anything.
"This only has a little breathing hole, so try not to get excited. You'll breath faster..." She chuckled. "Perhaps you like breath-control", she teased.
Suddenly, the gag started to expand. It was inflating. With every pump, the pressure in my mouth increased, which turned me on. She pushed me over, and as I lay silently and still on her back seat, she clipped my hands and legs to the seatbelt moorings. She closed the door, and get in the front.
We drove for about 20? minutes, with loud music blasting. Eventually the car motion stopped, and then the music went off. She got out, opened the back door, and unclipped me from the seatbelts.
"Get out", she ordered. "We're in my garage now."
With difficulty, I stood up. She snapped a collar around my neck and started to pull me along. "Keep up," she said, as I tried to walk at her pace with these short leg-cuffs on.
We went through a couple of doors, and started to go up some stairs. I was led into a room and pushed over. I panicked, but fell onto a bed. Emma started to attach more restraints to my already restrained hands and feet.
After she had done so, she started to unlock the original handcuffs, and leg-cuffs. I wanted to take off this mask, and ask her what she was doing, but I appeared to be spreadeagled on her bed. She started to tighten the chains, until I was prone on the bed.
I suddenly felt cold air on my leg. She was cutting off my trousers. She cut off all my clothes, until I was naked, apart from the hood, collar, and of course my belt.
"So that's it, is it?" she said to herself. "Why oh why did you want to lock that onto yourself? Wouldn't you like to have sex with me? I would love to have take you home and let you ravish me. Perhaps you don't like me. Perhaps you don't like latex. I don't know. What a shame anyway. What am I going to do with you?"
I tried to speak to her but the gag prevented anything intelligible coming out.
"I'm going to get changed into something... a little more kinky", she said, and she walked out of the room.
I was trying to free myself, when she came back in. She walked over to me and sat next to me on the bed. I could feel some tight shiny latex next to my stomach.
"Do you want to know what I am going to do to you?" she asked. I nodded. She explained. "I am going to use you as a slave until Sunday night. You are going to make me cum whenever I want. You could have been enjoying the delights of my warm soft pussy, but instead you chose to lock yourself into that cold hard metal contraption. Silly boy. So, you'll have to use your other appendages and features to service me. Want to know what I am wearing right now?" I nodded again.
"I am in my lovely tight shiny catsuit. It's very very flattering." She leant over, and I could feel her latex encased breasts on my stomach. "Is it that you don't find me attractive?" she asked in a childlike voice. I started to shake my head vigourously. "I love the idea of a helpless man" she said. "Especially one who would love to fuck me, but is unable to. Even if I let you go, you can't. She started to tug at the belt. "This won't come off, you know", she said regretfully. "I go to a nightclub to pull a man who will enjoy my body, and my fetishes, and I end up with a sexless being." She slid her leg over my crotch, and laid on top of me. She put her head right next to my ear, and started to tell me in a whisper. "Shame, isn't it. You must be gutted. You don't meet a girl like me every day, do you? Do you like latex?" she asked again? I nodded frantically. "Are you aroused?" she asked. "I can't tell from here." I nodded quickly. "Do you think you'd be enjoying yourself if you hadn't locked your penis up and thrown away the key?" I nodded again. "You're so right", she said. "We'd be fucking like rabbits now. I'd be in my latex and high-heels, and you'd be enjoying yourself. Perhaps..." There was a sound of a key downstairs. The door opened and closed quietly, and someone started to tip-toe up the stairs. I froze. What happened if this was a big angry boyfriend?
"Come in here and see what I've got", shouted Emma.
The footsteps came up the stairs and into the room. They came close to me, and I could feel the person examining my belt.
"Mmmmm" said the other person. It was a female voice. "Nice body. But why did you lock him into this?" she asked, giving the belt another tug.
"Claire, you wouldn't believe it. I went to Frisky, hoping to meet a man who would enjoy my kinkiness, and I meet him, but he has locked himself into a chasitity belt, and posted the keys to himself!"
"Unbelievable", said Claire. "But why bring him back here in a state like this?"
"To service me, well, us now, and to service us good."
"Take his hood off", said Claire. "What does he look like?"
"He's not bad", said Emma. She started undoing the collar. "I was looking forward to feeling him penetrate me." She took the collar off, and deflated the gag. "When I take this off, you aren't allowed to say anything", she informed me. Nodd your head it you agree. I nodded. She slid the hood off my head.
Claire was a blond, with short hair. She was wearing a pair of PVC trousers, and a tight white cotton top. Her hair was up, and she was gorgeous too.
"He's nice," she said. "Why did you lock yourself up?" she asked.
"I had just recieved my belt, and I didn't think I would end up with anyone tonight. I was going to go out, and be teased."
Claire laughed. "You're going to be teased tonight all right!", she said. "Does he, er, know about us?" she asked Emma. Emma smiled, and said "No".
"We're, er, attracted to each other," explained Emma. "Would you like us to show you how?"
"You're lesbians?" I asked.
"No, we both prefer men, but when we can't find one of suitable quality, we can both enjoy each other."
"Tell me", said Claire. "What happens when you get aroused in that thing?"
"I can't", I said. "It tries to get big, but the belt just holds it downwards, and keeps it small"
"Would you have an erection now?" she asked.
"You bet", I smiled. "I am naked, speadeagled on a bed, with two gorgeous women, both in fetish clothes. I'd be ready to explode at the slightest touch."
"Just as well you are locked up then, she said. "We don't want unauthorised 'explosions' here, thankyou", she said primly. "Can you feel nothing through that tube?"
"I can feel a little bit, but not enough to stimulate me enough" I explained.
"Even if I do this", asked Emma, starting to rub her rubbered crotch on my metal mound.
"Nope, nothing". I answered.
She started to moan, and grabbed my hair, pulling it to use for leverage. She started to pant, and I started to move up and down to help her.
She came in under a minute, and rolled off me.
"That's nice", she gasped. "Try it".
Claire straddled me. "What about our strap-on" she asked. She jumped off, and started to rummage round in the drawers. She came back with a large black rubber srapon, which she proceeded to mount on the bulge of my belt. She removed her trousers, and slid onto the dildo slowly, gasping. "Oh, that feels so good"
I started to move, and with each thrust, she gasped again, until she started to scream "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!!"
She came a few seconds later, and quivvered for a minute afterwards.
"Wow", she exclaimed. "That felt so good." She paused. "But you didn't feel anything?
"I felt my penis trying to break out of this metal, but nothing else."
"That's sooo unfortunate", she said sarcastically, smiling. "Poor baby. Would baby like to play with him self now? Would he? Would he like even just 30 seconds of unfettered action, where he could play with his willy?"
This teasing voice was turning me on. "This is so unfair," I complained. "I'd give anything to be able to play with you two," I said.
Emma replied "Who's fault is it, lover? Did we force you into that belt?" She drew closer to the sopping strap-on, wet with Claires come. She licked it slowly, up and down with the tip of her tongue. She looked up, right into my eyes, and slowly, and very deliberately, moved her head above the fake cock. Slowly, looking into my eyes longingly, she slid down onto the dildo, and started to move up and down, slurping, taking almost all of it into her mouth at once. She slid off.
"Do you like blowjobs", she asked? "Of course, I said.
She continued on with the blowjob. I was so jealous of that fake penis. I like nothing more to be tied up, while a woman in fetish clothes, takes my penis to the point of no-return, stops, takes it back, and then over.
After a while, she stopped.
"We'll have to find you somewhere to stay", she said.
"The cage?", asked Claire. "Indeed", she replied.
Claire reached under the bed and pulled out a stainless steel cage, and opened the top. Emma undid my hands and legs, and said "If you ever want a chance with us when you are sensible enough to have your keys to hand, you'll get in here without arguing. Oh, and you'll have to wear the hood again, cos we don't want to be woken up by you moaning in the night."
I got in to the open cage, and Emma slid the hood over my head, and pumped up the gag. "Stick your hands and feet out of these holes," she told me.
My hands and feet were secure outside the cage, and in a crouched up position, they closed the lid and locked it.
I didn't get much sleep that night.
The comfort factor wasn't very high - and then there was the sexual activity from the girls on the bed above.
I had plenty of time to ponder my position.
It seemed so silly now. Fetishes and fantasies often seem better in your mind than they turn out in real life. And this one had really backfired. Here I was, alone in a house, with two gorgeous bisexual fetishists, and I had gone and locked my chastity belt on, and posted the key to myself. I cursed Walter Goethals, and wished I'd never even heard the name. Why did his belt work SO well?
The girls awoke me, by opening the cage, and tickling me. Tied up as I was, I couldn't do anything except squirm. They untied me, and told me to stand up.
I stood up and they removed the hood.
"We've been discussing your plight", said Emma. "We want to keep you as our sex slave, and force you to pleasure us."
I was worried. "What about my job?" I asked.
"Ignore that. We have got our plans, and you'll still be able to go to work."
REST OF SUNDAY.
On Monday morning, they told to me to ring in sick. I spoke to the receptionist at work and told her that I wasn't feeling well at all, and I didn't know when I would be back in.
Emma explained the situation. Claire was going to go back to my house, and get some more clothes, and collect the very important mail! She'd then come back, and we could all enjoy ourselves properly.
I gave Claire direction to my house, and started to cook breakfast for us all.
Claire arrived back with the keys. I was relieved that they were safe.
"OK, get back on the bed", ordered Emma. I jumped up and let them chain me to the bedposts. I saw that they had changed the bedding for latex sheets and pillow cases.
Claire put one of the keys in between her teeth, and crawled slowly up the bed, staring at me. She was in a PVC catsuit, and Emma was in the tight rubber skirt she had worn at the club, and some elbow length rubber gloves.
"I bet if we open this belt, his cock will spring out", joked Emma. "Shall we make sure he's hard?" She smiled at Claire, and leant over my body to give her a very long sensual French kiss.
When they had finished, Emma sat on my chest, facing my feet. My face was buried into her bottom, which was covered by a layer of soft, shiny rubber.
I felt a click below. I lifted my bum up and Emma said, "There, it's off. You were right, it is hard. How does it feel?"
"Like it needs to be stroked," I said muffled by the rubber over my face.
Emma tipped some baby oil into her hand, and proceeded to massage it all over my penis and balls, and between my buttocks as well. I was so hard, and desperate to come. She started to very slowly slide her hand lightly over the skin of my penis, hardly touching it. I was in heaven. At the current speed of her hand I would last for hours, and come in a huge explosion.
"Claire, come here and help," she said. Claire came over, and slid a hand under my balls. She cupped them, and massaged them, and occasionally slid a finger down between my cheeks. All the time, Emma was slowly, oh so slowly, sliding her hand up and down.
I was rock hard, and enjoying every minute. I started to feel the build up and started to moan. I was getting closer and closer, but just before the point of no-return, Claire said "Stop."
"What?!" I said. "Don't stop there! I am so close".
"Quiet!" shouted Emma, "or we won't carry on. What is it Claire?"
"Have you heard that it is possible to milk a mans semen, by masaging his prostate gland, WITHOUT him orgasming?" she asked. My heart sank.
"No," said Emma. "How do you do it? Shall we try it?"
"The prostate is a gland inside the anus, which if you massage it, makes him come, but he doesn't feel an orgasm. You'll tell us if you don't get an orgasm, won't you?" she said to me.
"Damn right!" I said. "Come on, I 'm so close, please just carry on."
"Let's gag him again" said Emma. "He's going to try and put us off", and saying that, she grabbed the hood, and slid it over my head. She pumped the gag up about 6 times, which made me totally unable to speak.
"Right" said Claire. "You've got the rubber gloves on - do you want to try it?"
"Love to" , said Emma. "He's pissed me off with his whining."
She tipped another load of baby oil all over my privates, and stuck her longest finger into my anus.
She explored around, and moved up and down. My muscles tried to push her finger back out. "Stop that, or I'll lock you back into your belt" she told me. I tried to stop it happening.
After a few seconds, she said, "I've found it. Do I just rub it?" "Yes" replied Claire.
"Look," she exclaimed, "every time I touch it, his cock jerks!" "That's good said Claire, "that means it's the right place."
I was spreadeagled, hooded, gagged, and embarrassed by a finger up my ass, but yet hoping they'd got it wrong, and I would not only come, but orgasm.
After about 30 seconds of this massage, I felt my penis starting to pump, but it was peculiarly odd. I had no sensation of pleasure, much like when you wake up during a wet dream.
"Look," shrieked Emma, "he's coming. I don't think he felt a thing", she said happily. "Did you?" she asked. I shook my head.
They locked the belt back on, and took me down to the garage, still hooded. I was placed in the car again, in the same situation, although this time there were two of them.
They drove for a while, and stopped.
Emma said "We're outside your house now. Any problems, and you'll never get your keys. We're going to keep them, and when we feel like experimenting on someone, we'll come round again, and you'll be transported to our place like you were on Saturday. You can go to work in that thing, and live your life, but your orgasms will be ours. Oh, and we got some photo's so don't remove it without permission. Otherwise there might be some new posters in your neighbourhood." She unlocked me, and pulled the sweaty hood off me.
"Why are you like this now?" I asked.
"It's such a power rush, holding a mans sexuality hostage." she replied, smiling. "We both like to have a naked man tied up at our place, but this is a lot less effort. And I don't know about you Claire, but I only have to think about you, unable to come, and I get aroused. I'll think of you every time I come, I promise, baby." she said softly.
"I'm getting wet now", confessed Claire, smiling.
"But how long until you contact me?" I stammered?
"Who knows", said Emma. "Might be tomorrow. Might be next month. Maybe we won't. It all depends when we think you might be able to help us with something. Now run along, there's a good boy. And don't get up to mischief", she said smiling at my groin area.
I got out, and the car pulled away.
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