The Thesis ProjectSubmitted by: firstname.lastname@example.org
Dave was transfixed to his computer screen like every other night. It was his evening ritual. First, hit all the sites in his Favorites folder for updates. Lockemup. Altarboy. Locknkeep. The Yahoo boards. A little Gromet for good measure. Next, masturbate till he went blind. It never changed. Dave did this 5 or 6 nights a week, every week, for as long as he could remember.
After all, masturbating was a free form of entertainment. And that was good. He didnít have a lot of spare cash. At 24, he was starting his last year of business school a few years late. He was also on his own. His parents refused to foot the bill for his education after he switched majors, and New York was an expensive place to live. His good grades meant some generous scholarships that pretty much covered his tuition and board, but he had to work part-time as a waiter in a local restaurant to make enough cash to get by. There certainly werenít enough funds in the budget for what he was looking at now.
He liked to "screen-shop" from time to time. You know. Itís like window-shopping, but online. And tonight, he was taking a trip to Germany. Neosteelís website had certainly come a long way. Unfortunately, its easy to use interface and the poor exchange rate of the US dollar only made Dave see all to quickly just how unaffordable the belt was. The ergonomic waist belt with the climate tube would run close to $1000 US with tax and shipping. That was like two months pay for him now. Oh well! Life goes on. No sense crying over what you canít have. Time to move onto something else.
The lockmeup.com boards had been quiet for a while. Not a lot of new info to fantasize over. Just the usual mix of homebuilding advice and the sociological pitfalls of chastity belts in Arab countries. But there. A new thread. From a new user... Hmmmm. Dave read on.
Iíve decided that an interesting topic for research would be to provide a willing male participant with a chastity device and then follow his progress throughout a 3-5 month experiment involving sexual deprivation. The male subject would need to be single, in his 20ís, and not currently involved in a sexual relationship. Iíve decided that a sexual partner would interfere with the experiments controls. Therefore, during the experiment, the subject would be restricted from entering into any new sexual relationships or masturbating. The subject must also make himself available for all necessary interviews either in person or over the phone/internet.
Due to the nature of this medical experiment, all confidentiality would be ensured. Any information that could identify the subject would be eliminated from my published article. The subject would also receive a $500 stipend from myself to cover a preliminary medical examination by a local physician as well as any maintenance expenses that may occur during the experiment. This is in addition to the actual device, which would be purchased by myself at the request of the subject and shall remain my property during the experiment. At the conclusion of the experiment, the belt shall become the property of the subject.
I sincerely ask that only serious parties contact me. Iím probably looking at spending a few thousand dollars here out of my own pocket to follow through this research and I canít afford for someone who isnít really dedicated to delay my project. My degree and a future job prospect are depending on me to have my paper published within the next nine months. Since Iíve read that some of these belts can take a couple of months to get sized and Iím looking at as many as 5 months for the project, I need to find a participant right away if Iím to have any time to write up this article.
Please provide a short concise essay about yourself along with a current photograph to the above email address within the next week. Iíll be contacting some of you shortly after to ask some questions before I make my final decision. Thank you all in advance.
Dave couldnít believe what he was reading. Was this really possible? The email address was at UCLA. It actually seemed legitimate. What did he have to lose?
Frankly, your proposal is a big turn on for me sexually. I consider myself a chronic masturbator and have long fantasized about owning and being locked in a real chastity belt. Finances have prevented that fantasy from becoming true.
Iím sure that I could be a great asset to your project. The fantasy of sexual deprivation is deep rooted in me and I have a good background in the whole matter although no practical experience. The fact that I live alone and am not in a relationship should avoid any complications resulting from my physical imprisonment. Thank you in advance for your considerations and the best of luck to you on your project.
I left my cell phone as a contact number and hit the send button.
"Hello. Is David there?"
"Hi David. My name is Kate. You sent me an e-mail a week or so ago regarding your interest in a project of mine."
"Of course. I remember you Kate." Of course I remembered her! I'd been thinking about nothing but her and her proposal for the past eight days! "How can I help you Kate?"
"Well for starters, you can call me Mistress!"
"Uhm. Uh... I'm sorry mistress."
" Jesus. You're the real deal, huh? Look. I was just kidding. Relax. This whole project is a serious undertaking. I shouldn't have even joked around like that. Anyway, I'm just calling to let you know that I was interested in using you as a subject and I had a few things to discuss. Got a few minutes?"
"Sure. Go ahead."
"Great. First, what kind of belt were you interested in? There's a lot of info online and I'm a bit overwhelmed with the hardware aspect of this experiment."
"Well actually, I've already looked at and priced a belt by Neosteel. It's supposed to be very comfortable to wear long term and it's high security."
"Long term is definitely a must. I've set the timeline for the project at 20 weeks with weekly evaluations. How much?"
Twenty weeks! That was almost five months! Not much of a warm-up period for a rookie like myself. Maybe I was in over my head. Maybe I should back out. Start slow. Maybe a CB2K or a Curve.
"Uh David. You still there? How much is the belt?"
"Around a thousand dollars."
"Whoa! Steep. You sure it's the best option?"
" I think so."
"Fine. I already told myself that this was going to cost a lot. Some people have to drop tens of thousands on research subjects for experiments like this. I guess I'm getting off easy. Look, why don't you decide what model you want and order it through their website. I'll e-mail them the payment information and give them an address to send the key. How does that sound?"
" Uh. Sounds great. But what did you mean about the key?"
" Well I can't have you getting yourself loose and ruining the experiment. I'll have them send the key to me and the belt to you. When the project is over, I'll send the key to you."
Dave hadn't thought of this. He kinda assumed that if things were getting too hairy, he could always back out, take off the belt, send it back, and be on his way. She really wanted a commitment. He voiced his concerns.
"Look David. I've been in school for 6 years straight. I've worked unpaid every summer since high school in some internship or another, spent hundreds of late nights in the library or at the lab, and spent a couple of hundred thousand of my parents money. I'm ready to move on and this project is my last hurdle. I already have a great job lined up teaching and doing research at the university. I need to give a good show here, impress the department, and move on. I can't afford to have this project blown once it's started, especially after spending a thousand dollars on a sex toy. So, are you serious about this or not?"
It's what he wanted, wasn't it?
"Yeah. Of course. I'm sorry. I just wasn't planning on all of this coming to pass so fast. It's like my dreams come true and I just wasn't ready for it."
" I understand. And trust me, your feelings will only help to make the project a success. Anyway, back to business. Since we're three thousand miles away, we'll need an effective way to communicate. You have a computer in your room right?"
"And you dorm alone?"
"Great. Get a web cam and we'll teleconference. I'll be able to record the video as a reference. Don't worry. The video and my research notes will never go public. In the meantime, I'll send you a check for the $500 I promised. Make sure you get a physical and send a copy of the results to me. Use the rest of the money as you see fit. Maybe you need to buy some baggier pants or something. Whatever. Order the belt and I'll contact you after it arrives. Don't put it on until we're in contact, okay?"
"Sure. Gotcha. It'll probably take a month or two. I'll get right on it."
"Great. I'll speak to you then. Bye."
It was heavier than he had imagined. It didn't seem so formidable online but it was in real life. It gleamed like a mirror too. The finish reminded him of a new bike he had gotten when he was seven or eight. It was chromed all over and the sun glinted off of it like a diamond. The belt though was even more beautiful because its shape took on an almost organic quality. The belt was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Well, maybe the second most erotic thing he had ever seen. The winner was the pair of padlocks. Open padlocks. Without a key.
The video was rolling in Kate's office at the lab...
"It's 9 PM on May 3rd, 2004. My name is Kate Richmond, doctoral candidate and I'm joined via teleconferencing with our subject, a 24 year old white male who lives in New York and who we will be following for the next twenty weeks. The topic for this experiment is "Sexual Deprivation in the Young Male" and we will be examining our subject's ability to cope with being unable to stimulate himself sexually or to be engaged in normal sexual activity for an extended period of time. Assisting us in our research is a modern stainless steel chastity belt custom built for our subject by a German firm called Neo... ... Dave?"
"Thanks Dave. Neosteel. This device will effectively prevent our subject from violating the parameters of the experiment, therefore simulating a controlled laboratory environment. After all, it would be impractical to monitor our subject 24/7 to ensure his fidelity. David, are you ready to begin?"
"Ready when you are Kate."
"I should explain that our subject has been wearing the device on and off for the past two weeks in order to get his body accustomed to the device. During this time, the belt was not securely closed and our subject was able to remove it at will so this preliminary wear is not within the context of our experiment. How did you keep it on during this break-in period Dave?"
"Duct Tape. Holds the world together."
"I thought it was Duck Tape?"
"No. It's duct!"
"But the label on the roll has a duck on it. I remember seeing it in our garage as a kid."
"That's just the brand."
"Whatever. Anyway, approximately how often did you masturbate during the past two weeks?"
" Maybe twice... ."
"That's not so bad."
"... a day."
"You masturbated twice a day! For two weeks! If you go insane during this project, my professors will flip a lid."
"I'll be okay. I promise."
"Fine. Let's get on with it. The audio and video are great on this end so let's go. At this point, our subject is going to install the chastity belt on himself. Dave, would you narrate the process?"
"Sure. First I need to um... .undress."
"Dave, let me reiterate the fact that I am a professional doing accredited research here. Besides, you wouldn't be the first naked man I've come across in research."
David removed his jeans and boxers in one fell swoop and stood naked- and hairless in front of the unblinking web cam.
"I shaved. It makes things a bit more sanitary."
"That's fine. Go ahead."
David wrapped the heavy ergonomic waistband around his waist. He then pulled out a piece of pantyhose that he purchased at the drugstore up the block and used it to fish his penis through the perforated climate tube.
"The belt is essentially in three parts. First, the actual belt wraps around my waist. Next, I insert my penis into this tube which eliminates contact and stimulation."
David lifted the front shield up from between his legs and lined it up over the waistband.
"Then, This front shield comes up and over my penis and holds the tube in place."
David took the first lock and locked the penis tube to the front shield.
"Now the penis tube is effectively locked to the front shield."
"As you can see, our subject is effectively locked into the chastity belt and is... "
"Uh, Kate? Not quite yet. I haven't locked the front shield to the waistbelt yet."
"Oh. Sorry. Can you still get out?"
"Then what are you waiting for?"
David eyed the open padlock. It was a high security brass lock with a hardened steel shackle. The empty keyhole staring back at him was as erotic as any porn movie he had ever seen. He placed the shackle over the shroud on the waistbelt and turned the body of the lock. One. Two. Three.
The click thundered through his body like a sonic boom. Nothing he had ever heard signaled such permanence. Nothing he had ever done or had done to him made him feel so helpless.
"David? Are you okay? Are you locked now?"
"Great. As you can see, our subject is now effectively locked into the chastity belt and is now unable to receive any sexual stimulation intense enough to allow him to orgasm. Over the next twenty weeks, we will monitor his progress and evaluate both his physical and emotional conditions and try to develop conclusions as to whether or not sexual deprivation has any beneficial or detrimental effects to our subject's lifestyle. David, unless you have something more to say, we'll stop now and try this again in about a week, okay?"
"Sure Kate. Oh, I forgot to ask... .you did get the key, right?"
"Of course silly. It's right here."
Kate dangled the key in front of her camera and then proceeded to hang it on a hook behind her so that David could see it in the background behind her.
"Well then, this is Kate Richmond signing off."
In the beginning, it wasn't so hard. Even though he was used to masturbating often, he was very busy the first few weeks with final exams and extra hours at work so he didn't have time to dwell on his chastity. His weekly interviews with Kate went well and she was very pleased with his ability to describe his emotions so well. His frustrations were stronger at night when he was laying in bed. He became so much more aware of the unyielding steel encircling his body. Eventually though, his exhaustion from the long day would pull him into dreamland and peace from his torment.
Things began to change though at around the fourth week. The semester ended and while Dave was still taking a few summer courses, he had a lot more leisure time. It didn't help either that the university rented the unoccupied dorms to traveling students over the summer and there were suddenly a lot of very attractive young college girls around the building that he had never met.
By the sixth week, things were getting bad. Really bad.
"So Dave. We're six weeks into the experiment. How are you feeling?"
"Not so good Kate. I can't get my mind off of sex. The other night, they had a party downstairs and there were about a dozen of the hottest girls I had ever seen hanging out outside the building when I came home from work. They were real flirty too. They asked me to hang out for a while and they were touching me and putting their arms around my shoulders while we had a few beers. Finally I had to excuse myself and go upstairs to take a cold shower."
"Sounds like that was rough on you. Anything else?"
"Well, yeah. But I'm embarrassed to talk about it."
"Come now Dave. We've discussed this already. I've heard it all. Besides, I need to know about your feelings if this project is to be a success."
"Well, it's not so much my feelings, but actions."
"I've never had any homosexual feelings or anything like that and I've always considered the rear end 'an exit and not an entrance', but the other day, I tried to stimulate myself anally."
"How did you do it David?"
"I went to one of those sex shops in the village and bought a plastic vibrator. I inserted it up my ass and tried to see if I could have an orgasm."
"And what happened?"
"Nothing really. Some pre-cum came out and then a few gobs but I couldn't really please myself. It only made it worse."
Kate spoke into the microphone on her desk. "Apparently our subject has become so sexually frustrated that he has attempted to sexually stimulate himself through a prostate massage technique. The subject considers this a homosexual act but his eagerness to attain sexual gratification has burst this sexual barrier in an attempt to foil the device which forcibly prevents him from getting any penile stimulation."
"Look, Kate. Could we put the project aside for just a minute and talk about this? I'm sorry. I think I'm in over my head here. I'm going to have to ask to back out. I know how important this is to you and your career but I can't function normally anymore. Besides, my parents invited me to fly home in two weeks to spend a long weekend back in Florida and I don't feel like living any airport metal detector fantasies right now. Just send me the key and I'll return the belt back to you."
"Dave, I'm sorry but this was clearly outlined in advance. We're already 6 weeks into this not to mention the 7 weeks we waited to get the belt. It's too late for me to start over with another subject. I've already submitted some preliminary findings to my professors and they love the way this is going. If you bail now, it'll set me back a year. That job may not be available then. You'll just have to follow through with this. It'll be fine."
"I know how you feel Kate and I'm sorry, but I have to insist here. I guess when fantasy became reality; things didn't pan out the way I'd hoped. You know, it's ironic that I've spent so much time masturbating about being belted, but now that I'm belted, I can't even touch myself! I don't know why I am the way I am but it works fine for me and it's not hurting anyone. I'm sorry to not be able to keep the belt but 14 more weeks isn't going to happen."
"Dave, you don't understand. It's too late to call of the experiment. I'm not going to risk my career just so you can whack off!"
"Is that a scientific term, 'whack off'!"
"I'm sorry. I'm getting a bit upset here"
"You're upset! What about me? Huh? Look. Either you send me the damn key or I'm just going to buy a frigin Dremel, cut off the damn belt, and send it back to you in fuckin pieces!"
"That wouldn't be in your best interest."
"Is that a threat?"
"Look at it this way. That belt was explicitly defined as my property until the end of this experiment. You put it on voluntarily. I'm three thousand miles away for Christ's sake! If you destroy that belt, I'll sue."
"Are you fuckin crazy?!?!?"
"No I'm not crazy. I'd know if I was. I'm a psych student, remember? That belt is my property. It cost $1048.85 with tax and shipping and you can add the $500 I gave you to that total. If you send that belt back in pieces, it had better come with a check for every penny you owe me or I'll file a lawsuit against you."
"You know I don't have that kinda money."
"Then you certainly don't have the money to hire a lawyer to fight me now, do you?"
"Come on, do you really think you can win a lawsuit like that?"
"Probably not, but do you want everyone to know what's been happening the past few months?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I have over 9 hours of digital quality recordings from these teleconferences not to mention your emails to me. If I have to sue you, they go public."
Dave couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What about all that shit about confidentiality?"
"My career would be down the tubes anyway. What difference does it make?"
Dave had his own career to worry about. He was graduating in December and if she were serious, things would go bad. While some frivolous lawsuit may not make the national news, the public interest would certainly make him an unwilling local celebrity. He couldn't afford the embarrassment.
"What are your intentions here David."
"I'm in I guess."
"Good. You've made a wise choice." And she terminated the connection.
"Here we are at week twenty and the conclusion of our experiment. Our subject has shown vast improvements in cooperating with the project and has actually shown an unforeseen change in attitude and personality towards myself. It seems that our subject has actually become quite submissive in nature and has developed new philosophies in his relationship with women that he interacts with. He has also shown an improvement in his studies lifting his GPA from a respectable 3.1 to a 3.6. He has clearly been able to redirect a lot of his energy and emotions to more positive endeavors. So Dave, how are we feeling?"
"Great Kate. I never thought I'd be able to make it this far. I'd like to apologize again for those things I said a few months ago. I'm very happy I've been able to help you with this experiment. I have to admit though, I'll be happy to get this thing off. By the way, did you get the flowers I sent you?"
"Yes I did David. They were very nice. Just as nice as the flowers you've sent me every week for the past two months. Just as nice as all the lovely gifts too." Kate adjusted the focus on the camera as she picked up the Express Mail Overnight envelope and plucked the keys off their place on the shelf. "Your gifts did raise another issue though. One of my professors actually brought it up."
"We were discussing whether your change attitude towards me was a result of you being belted or of me holding the key?"
"Sorry Kate. You'll have to find another subject to test that question."
"Tell me Dave, what do you plan to do after you get the keys?"
"I've already started to dream about it. I'm gonna rip off this damn belt and jerk off till I pass out from exhaustion."
" I see. We'll before that comes to pass, a quick experiment if you don't mind."
Kate spoke clearly into the microphone. "I've decided to see if our subject's changes in attitude towards his researcher are a result of him being locked in a chastity belt or me being the only person able to release him form the aforementioned belt. So I've decided to remove myself from the equation and analyze the results."
One minute David is staring at the key three thousand miles away, the next minute, a pair of bolt cutters fills his field of view. He actually tried to reach through the computer monitor. The bolt cutter clipped through the key like butter.
"You fuckin bitch! Are you fuckin crazy!"
"My hypothesis is correct. It was my possession of the keys that dictated the subject's attitude towards me. Thank you for all your help Dave. You can consider the belt yours to keep." And she terminated the connection.
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