My Insatiable Desire!Submitted by: GW
This story should serve as a warning to all of you who are mere mild enthusiasts of Chastity Play. Be careful of the person you love and trust so deeply with your chastity lifestyle.
My story starts like many others. As a boy, I found I had a great passion for bondage. Oh, how I loved to find, even by chance, a scene or two on the television of a beautiful damsel whimpering in distress awaiting her hero to arrive and, unfortunately, untie her. My first loves must have been Ginger, Maryanne, Daisy Duke, and many others from the pop culture of my youth.
Unable to find friends to explore my passion, I began experimenting with self-bondage. Although fun, I didn't find it quite as fulfilling until that fateful day when I was a mere 10 years old. As I was planning my activities of self-bondage on a day home "sick" from school, I happened along a bag of my sister's discarded clothes. 'Hmmm,' I thought, ' What if I try make my experience more real.' I found, to my delight, a pair of suntan pantyhose and put them on under my shorts, just like Daisy Duke. Oh, how I loved their tightness on my body and how they made my feet look. From that moment I was hooked. Not only was a bondage fanatic, I was a nylon-foot fetishist as well.
And to make matters better, this was the early '80s when girls wore nylons all the time! I was in heaven throughout my teens. On dates, I found myself focusing on my girlfriend's feet, especially if she were wearing nylons. Some girls I dated a while would figure out my "thing" and indulge my foot fetish. Even a few learned of my love for bondage and played with me. One girlfriend I dated for two years even surprised me one night by pulling out a pair of handcuffs she bought at a joke shop at the mall. And it was I, not her, who ended up cuffed in the back seat of the car while she teased me with her nylon feet and eventually had her way with me. We used those cuffs many times afterwards. Those were some great days!
I met my wife in high school. We weren't "sweethearts", but began dating only shortly after graduation. She is a beautiful woman, with long dark hair, strikingly green eyes, and a knockout body. Even to this day, after children, her body is as tight as a twenty-year-old girl. And to top it all off, she was as innocent as could be. You see, her parents were very strict Catholics and didn't allow her to date before the age of eighteen. She had only gone out with two other boys before me, and both of them were drips. I was her first "experienced" boyfriend, and I wasn't sure I could handle the slow pace of her "first experiences", coupled of course with a large amount of the "Catholic Guilt".
What I found, thanks to my patience, was a vixen with a fiery lust for sexual play. Like a child being allowed to go off on her own for the first time, she began to blossom sexually. The more we were together, the more curious she was to try new things. Before long, we were experimenting with things I hadn't even dreamed about attempting with previous girlfriends. I had her cuffed to the bed in her nylons, with a vibrator in one hand and a can of whipped cream in the other. She spent the night begging for me to release her as she experienced wave after wave of orgasm from my soft tongue. Here I was, a mere eighteen months later, with this wonderful young woman, "corrupted" by my own making. I knew I had to marry her.
Despite our wild trysts, I still hadn't shared with her my intense desire of being bound myself while wearing nylons. I found the more I was with my then future wife, the more intense a desire I had for her to tie and dominate me instead. I began perusing magazines and books that had pictures and stories of women dominating their partners, wearing some of the sexiest leather outfits. And I found I enjoyed the stories more if the man was being humiliated too, wearing lingerie, being whipped, worshipping his "Mistress" legs and feet. Or, to my surprise, being sodomized with a dildo. I was going crazy!
Slowly I began suggesting these scenarios to her. At first, she again was like that sweet, innocent girl, afraid to take the more dominant role, afraid of not being strong enough. Oh! How her shy demeanor had me wanting her to dominate me even more. Slowly, with encouragement and some materials to help, she began exploring this side of her personality. The first time she "made" me wear nylons and tied me up, I thought I was going to come right on the spot! And she found after a while that she relished the control she had over me. I bought her a whip, which became her favorite toy. I lavished her with so many new gifts, like a leather teddy with chains and studded collar, thigh-high leather stiletto boots, elbow length leather gloves, and enough bondage equipment to fill a dungeon. We now have enough cuffs, chains and ropes to hold a dozen people, not to mention a locking leather straightjacket and full size wooden stock.
But even as our sex life became more and more incredible, I still wanted to experience more. Now older and married, I still found myself as a kid, only this time hunting around the Internet looking for pictures and stories of women tied up in their nylons showing off their stocking feet, or men being dominated by beautiful vixens in leather, and masturbating to them. I found it became a regular habit. Despite our fun in the bedroom, I was still jerking off every day.
One afternoon while "playing hooky" from work, I came across Altairboy's website. I was intrigued at first. My wife had in the past toyed with the idea of keeping me from coming for a weekend while in my straightjacket, but this was a completely different kind of "control" and "domination". Even while unbound and away from our fun and kinky lovemaking, I would still be controlled and chaste by my beautiful, loving wife. I showed the site to her, and the corner of her mouth curled up slightly. "Where can we get one of these things?" was her first question. After weeks of research, we bought our first chastity, a simple locking leather bag. It was a complete disappointment. We followed that with many other low-cost, and non-secure devises until we came across the CB-2000. What a difference. Here was a device that would keep me locked tight, was lightweight, and wasn't noticeable under loose clothing. We played with this on and off for a day or two at a time. I think once I wore it for a whole week without release. It was just the new kind of fun I desired for our relationship.
Then it happened.
I was desperate one day. 4 days locked up with no orgasm, and I was driving myself crazy looking at some pretty sexy pics I found on the net. Instinctively, I reached down to my caged cock. I caressed my aching member with the tips of my fingers between the plastic bars. I NEEDED an orgasm, and nothing was going to stop me! I began shaking the cage furiously. My cock ached as it strained against the bars of this infernal prison. And to my horror, I achieved an orgasm. Yes, it was painful, but I got release while in the cage. What a bummer. More Internet research concluded that some men do manage orgasms while locked in their chastity devices. This just wouldn't do. Since my wife didn't know about my Internet indiscretions, I never told her. But I found chastity was not as fun as I thought. I'd either have to shell out BIG BUCKS for a high-security belt, and even then there's no guarantee, or I'd have to give up hope.
But my wife wouldn't give up. The more she read Altairboy's site, the more interested she became in the idea of chastising me. "Why should I always give you orgasms, even when it's that time of the month for me? I want you to give me orgasms for a while without any for you and see how you like it!" Her favorite stories seemed to involve men in long-term chastity, or ended up in PERMANENT chastity! I have to say, those seem the most exciting to me as well. How many times had I come while reading 'The Chastity Story' by Glen D. Arthur, among others? The thought of being trapped indefinitely without the chance of orgasm drove me insane. How I wanted that, or at least that is what my insatiable desires told me I longed and craved.
But it was not meant to be. No device seemed to work for me. That is, none worked until the CB-3000 came along a few years ago. This seemed like a good gamble. It fits smaller than the CB-2000, and is even more discreet under clothing. And with the narrow tube, my cock was constantly being aroused, something I'd later regret. After a few tests, we started again using chastity in our play. I even gave this thing the shake and pullout test once I'd fitted it right. It was tight, secure, and comfortable for long-term wear. And there was no chance I could achieve orgasm once it was locked in place. I told my wife I think this was what we were waiting for.
To my surprise, my wife had plans once the right chastity was found. Unbeknownst to me, she HAD known about my "secret" Internet life. So much for me being discreet. She had been checking my History files and found out I'd been going to some naughty places. But, to my surprise, instead of being angry with me, she was willing to "help" me with my addiction. And she wanted to make it fun too.
"I found some interesting games on that Altairboy website. The Dom makes her sub sign a contract, and once the contract is completed, the sub can be set free. What do you think? We could make sure you don't spend your orgasms all alone anymore without me, and we can stop that little old habit you've been keeping from me." The thought was intriguing. I'd be at my wife's mercy for release. And we'd play for extended periods of time.
"Sure," I said, "but YOU have to wear your nylons ALL THE TIME for me while I'm chastised, even to bed. I want access to those cute stocking-clad feet of yours since I'll be going without."
"Trust me," she smiled, "I'll be giving you more than that. It'll be the least I could do. It's a deal!"
A week later my wife handed me a contract to sign. Reading it over, I was impressed by its thoroughness and detail. I was to remain locked and chaste for two weeks. I was expected to wear whatever clothing my wife desired, to include nylons and lingerie. I was to be put in bondage and punished at any time my wife desired. I could be taken from behind at any time with a dildo. All I had to make sure was that I didn't come. My wife even added the clause for her wearing nylons just for me! This looked good.
I also read at the end of the contract that this, if needed, was a PERMANENT agreement. When I asked her about this, she simply smiled. Reading further, I came across the provision that stated if for whatever reason I achieve orgasm, either by myself or by accident, the contract would be amended to start at the beginning of the two weeks with an additional week added on for each orgasm achieved during the length of the contract. In other words, this contract started out at two weeks, but could then be reset again for three weeks, four weeks, etc. should I somehow have an orgasm. And the contract was good until the original part of the contract is fulfilled with any and all amended penalties.
This contract sounded too fun. I signed it, as did my wife. She smiled, kissed me on the cheek, and went to our strongbox to lock it away safely. That night, she gave me the greatest orgasm of my life.
"And now," she said, reaching to get my chastity cage, "your two weeks begin." She fit it on and locked it shut. "I better not find that thing off you. I'll know if you've cheated, and I'll add penalties should you break my trust." What could I do? She's the love of my life!
The two weeks were the most intense I'd ever lived. Everyday my wife would tease me with her stocking toes. The CB-3000 kept me semi-aroused all the time. And each night my wife would enjoy a splendid orgasm from my eager tongue whilst I stayed locked tight. And two or three times she locked me in the stockade or my straightjacket and fucked my ass with her strap-on. If I became too whiny about not having an orgasm, she'd strap my hands above my head and whip me with her favorite riding crop. It was delicious! I never felt so electrified, so alive, so submissive. THIS was the Dom of my dreams, my wife!
And right before my two weeks were up, she chained me down spread-eagle to the bed and took off my chastity. Slowly, she caressed my shaft, as she looked deep in my eyes. She lay so that she could rub her nylon feet on my face and let me lick her soles. I could have exploded right then and there. But I didn't. I only had a few more hours before this contract was up.
Between strokes and licks she asked, "Have you enjoyed being my slave these past two weeks?"
"God yes, Mistress!" I panted.
"You know, you have only a few more hours before you get out of your contract," She smiled.
"I know. I can't wait. I've been so good. I want to come so much!" I exclaimed. She put my whole cock in her mouth and sucked. I tried to pull away as I almost came right then.
She stopped and gave me one of her sweet, innocent frowns, "You better be careful. You don't want to have an accident and end up my slave again, for THREE whole weeks this time, do you?"
"Oh, that would be horrible," I answered playfully, "Whatever would I do? I could be locked away for life!"
My wife smiled as she rubbed her nylon feet on my face, "That's the idea, honey."
I stopped for just an instant as she looked at me. "What do mean?" I asked, losing the mood, if for just a moment.
"I'm never letting you out of this contract. Haven't you realized that yet?" she said plainly while stroking me slowly. "I'm going to bring you ever so close to the end of your contract, and then see personally that you have an 'accident', each time adding another week." She took my cock again in her mouth and sucked it slowly, swirling her tongue around its head. She stopped again right before I came.
"But at some point... . I mean, those weeks are going to add up... " I panted. My voice trailed off. I NOW realized my predicament, the one my loving wife, the once sweet and innocent little girl whom I personally turned into this ravishing, sex-starved vixen, now had me in. I'm in a contract with, potentially, NO END. The only way out is to NOT have an orgasm, which she has just assured me I'll never achieve. And each time I break this contract, my term increases by another week!
Panic must have raced across my face because my wife gave me an evil grin I'd never seen before, adding still to my anxiety. As she began rubbing her feet again on my face, she cooed. "This is what we've always wanted. Now all of our wildest, kinkiest desires can come true, my slave." She began rubbing herself with one hand as she licked and stroked me. "Oh! I'm going to love FUCKING your ass, beating and whipping you, keeping you so chaste and frustrated while I get orgasm after orgasm!" She began to moan.
"Mistress! Please, no!" I begged, struggling against my bonds that held me tightly in her control. My desires had brought us to this point, but I'm sure I never wanted THIS! How soon would it be before I'd be having orgasms only once a year? Or two years? Oh no! "Please let me go, Mistress!"
"Never!" she panted. She rubbed her nylon soles even harder on my face. "This is what we've always wanted. And now we're FINALLY going have it. I love you so much... " With that, she began sucking my cock stronger and harder than ever before. I was still begging and crying, pleading for her to stop. So much a mixture of pleasure, pain and denial, I couldn't hold back any longer. I came stronger and harder than I ever have in my life. My whole body quivered as the bonds continued to hold me. And my wife swallowed every drop of my come as she rubbed her feet on my face moaning. I collapsed as soon as it was over.
Once I was again able, I opened my eyes. My wife, who came at the same time as I, was lying across my stomach staring at me lovingly, brushing my lips with her stocking toes. She then reached for my cage, smiling and saying, "Well, my little slave, I guess we'll just have to try this again in three weeks... "
Page last updated 05-Jun-14 by: Altairboy@aol.com