Learning To Like ItSubmitted by: email@example.com
My last girlfriend was the person behind the purchase of the belt. She knew of some people who custom built chastity belts for a select few people. She said they'd give it to us for free, so we drove the 150 miles to their shop on a Saturday. When we got there a twenty something girl opened the door and invited us in. Sally must have known her because they gave each other a hug as we crossed the threshold.
"Johnny, this is Madeline, an old friend," Sally said, nodding to the shapely brunette girl in a sundress with a floral print. "She'll get you measured and everything. I going out back to talk to the others."
Madeline took my hand and walked to one of the back bedrooms. I got undressed for her and she took a cloth measuring tape and began stretching it around my waist, thighs, groin, and penis. I was a little disturbed by this, but I cooperated. I was afraid Sally would think I was close minded.
After she finished she told me to get dressed and come out back to join the others for a beer.
I did as I was told. Sally's friends were very friendly and we spent the rest of the day hanging out on their rear patio. Before we left they told us the belt would be ready in a couple weeks and we could pick it up then.
The next day I went to work and found a new assignment sitting on my desk. For the next few weeks I was so consumed with working on it that I hardly had time to eat, let alone dwell on why my girlfriend was so hung up on getting me a chastity belt. On the day I turned in the completed project to my boss he told me that I was doing such a good job that I could have the rest of the day off.
I thought I would go home and surprise my girlfriend, but when I arrived there was a note telling me that she had called my work and found out was already on my way home. She said she had some running around to do, but that she would be back in about half an hour. The note continued by giving me directions to take my clothes off and tie myself spread eagle to the bed.
I smiled as I unfastened my tie. We hadn't had sex together in almost a month, so the prospect of a night of carnal passion was just what the doctor ordered.
I finished undressing in the bedroom. Sally had thought ahead and set everything up for me. There were leather cuffs at the bottom corners of the bed and handcuffs attached to each post at the top. I smoked a couple cigarettes before buckling myself in. First the ankles and then the wrists. Then the waiting game started. My dick was hard as I teased myself with fantasies about what Sally would be wearing and what she would do to me. I got so caught up in my thoughts that I was squirming against the bonds and my whole body throbbed with desire for an orgasm. Sally walked in when I had become reduced to dry thrusting into the air and gritting my teeth with the frustration of not being able to touch myself.
"What the hell are you doing?" I started at the suddenness of a voice in the quiet room.
"Uh..." I felt my face warm as I looked at her framed in the doorway. She had her hand planted on her jutting blue jean hip. I swallowed. "Hi."
"Yeah right," she let out a brief laugh and then grinned, "been waiting long loverboy?"
"Ever minute without you is an eternity."
"Yeah, well, don't quit you day job." She walked toward the bed and set a black glossy gift bag between my legs before sitting down. "Guess what I've got for you." She traced the backs of her nails over my balls. "Let me give you a hint." She turned her hand over and began massaging my balls. "You won't have to worry about touching these anymore." Moving her hand to my cock and squeezing its shaft, she continued, "And this guy won't have to worry about being caught in a zipper ever again." My moans of pleasure filled the room and she rolled her index finger over the head of my penis. I gasped when she suddenly retracted her hand. "Have you figured it out yet?"
I was having a hard time getting my eyes to focus but I could still talk. "The belt?"
"You got it loverboy." She made a fist around the base of my penis. "And this is the last blow job you'll ever have." Before I could replay she took me into her mouth and I was consumed with fire as her wet lips slid down my cock while her tongue flexed against she shaft playfully. With her other hand she began rolling my balls around. I shivered as me erotically moaned onto my cock and me hips rose off the bed to meet her mouth in a synchronized dance of ecstasy. I was unconscious of my yells of pleasure when I came. Instead of pulling away from me she kept sucking and making wet smacking sounds with her loud slurping. My limbs were shaking uncontrollably and I felt completely emptied when she pulled away a few minutes later. I continued to shiver and convulse with pleasure as she stroked me with her hands. Then everything went black and I felt my mind floating away from my body toward a world of warmth and serenity.
I was lying on my back, covered with a warm quilt, when I regained my senses. I didn't know how long I'd been out, but my hands were untied and the room was dark. I snapped awake immediately and adrenaline rushed through my as I reached for my alien feeling groin. Warm metal met my fingertips and I tried to get out of bed but immediately fell back into the pillows choking as a metal collar held me captive. I felt at my neck but the collar had no apparent latch, only an circular ring at the back of it with a heavy chain coming off of it. I tried to trace the chain back to it's origin but it went over the head of the bed to somewhere I couldn't reach. I grabbed it with both hands and jerked hard a couple times but it didn't budge so I laid back down and tried to feel belt in hopes that I could get it off somehow. Not being able to touch anything was starting to scare the hell out of me. The belt fitted me like a jock strap, but it was so snug that I couldn't even get my pinky under the edge of the metal. I knew it was made of metal, but there was something coating it that felt like a thin sheen of plastic. As I reached further between my legs I found a stout rubber hose coming from the center of the area where I hoped my balls still were. I followed the hose to a rubber bag that was tied to my right thigh. The bag was mostly empty, but there was some type of cool liquid that moved under my fingers. I'd seen pictures of things like this before. It was the bag that collected urine coming from a catheter. I was wearing a damn catheter. Sally hadn't said anything about this. There was a metal band just above the bag on my thigh. It was at least two inches wide and as I felt around it there were no breaks in it, as if it had been welded into place. The only disruption was half inch thick metal bar in the inner thigh that ran to a similar band on my left thigh. In the middle of the bar spreading my legs was another rod that connected to the bottom of the crotch of the belt. There was some type of hinge at the connection point with the belt. I tried to close or open my legs but the band wouldn't give at all although I did hear a loud metal clunk which made me yelp. My legs weren't overly spread, but if I was to walk anywhere I would look like I just had my asshole reamed by a two-by-four.
I continued my search between my legs and found a three inch molded shield running between my legs and back to the rear of the bulky waist belt. I suddenly became acutely aware of a foreign object lodged inside my ass. I groped at the indifferent metal but once again couldn't get anything beyond the barrier. There was a circular bulge over my asshole and two valves that jutted out from the middle. I tried to flex my ass, but it was completely filled. I did, however, discover that it wasn't a smooth object inside me. There were what felt like enormous bumps covering it.
The panic started to build as I traced the belt around my waist. It was as wide as my hand was long. I started to cry with frustration the seamless metal convinced me of my completely powerless position. That's when I heard Sally laugh from across the room.
"How you feelin' there lover boy?" the mockery in her voice was thick.
"What's going on? What the hell is this thing?" I was trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.
"That, loverboy, is your new second skin. You didn't think I'd go to all that trouble to get the belt if I wasn't going to use it, did you?" She laughed like ice falling on an aluminum room. "So, do you like it."
"Please take it off, this thing is really uncomfortable."
"If you ask me again I'll never take it off."
"Don't mess with me on this." Her voice became severe, "I'm not playing around. Besides, I couldn't take it off if I wanted to. Did you hear the click when you were trying to move your legs."
"You engaged the lock. If you hadn't been so curious it would've come right off."
"What does that mean?"
"That means you're not getting out of that thing for a good while. The only key is tucked away safe with a friend of mine. So, you should be really protective of me because if anything happens she'll destroy it. By the way, do you like the butt plug?"
"Sally..." I broke down crying with frustrated sobs.
"I picked it out special, just for you. I figured you'd enjoy the studs on it." She laughed again as I continued to cry. "You'll be happy to know that I have the necessary equipment to take the buttplug out so that you won't die of toxic shock from your own shit. Of course, you'll have to earn the privilege of shitting. I think you'd give a horse a blow job if that's what I wanted. You like horses, don't you?"
"Please..." My head was spinning and I began to get dizzy.
"Of course I might just take it out so I can fuck you up the ass with a strap-on. Or, if I don't want to bother I'm willing to bet there's any number of guys who'd be more than happy to watch you suck your own shit off their dicks after they get done fucking you raw. You do like to swallow, right? No matter, you'll learn to like it if you don't."
I laid back down on the bed as the world started to spin.
"You're going to learn to like a lot of things loverboy, take my word for it."
The beauty of passing out is the absence of dreams. Sometimes the Stockholm Syndrome is a reality. Take my word for it. After three years Sally has taught me to like a great many things. Then again, what choice have I had?
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