When You Can't Stand It Any MoreSubmitted by: Trapped
I guess this is an object lesson in always reading the small print, knowing exactly what you're agreeing to. I've always been interested in enforced chastity, and some time ago I bought myself a secure belt on the internet. I loved the feeling of helplessness when it was locked on me, but of course it wasn't real helplessness as I had the keys myself and could get out whenever I wanted. I never managed more than a few days before I got so turned on by the frustration that I gave in to the desire to jerk off.
I was single when I first bought the belt, but after a few months I met Ann, a gorgeous woman who soon became my girlfriend. Naturally I toyed with the idea of asking her to hold the keys to the belt for me, but I could never quite get up the courage to do it. Ironically I don't think it ever entered my head that she might abuse her power over me, only that she would think the whole thing was too weird. So for a while my sex life with her (which was fantastic) and my fantasy chastity life continued side by side without ever meeting.
This all changed one Saturday night when she turned up at my place unexpectedly. I thought she was staying with an aunt for the weekend so I decided to spend a couple of days in chastity until I saw her again. But it turned out the aunt was ill or something, so Ann decided to surprise me by turning up unannounced. And as she likes to joke, I sure did look surprised when I opened the door and saw her! My mind was racing - how could I get out of this belt without her finding out? I'd have to make my excuses and go to the bathroom to take it off, but the keys were in the bedroom and... but it was too late. She threw her arms around me and instantly felt the hard bulge in my crotch, and knew that it was more than just me being pleased to see her.
I had no choice but to come clean and hope that she would be understanding. And there was no doubt she looked very shocked as I explained the situation, though whether she was shocked by the fetish itself or my dishonesty in doing it behind her back I wasn't sure. I think I spun the explanation out as long as I could for fear of what she might say afterwards, and when I finally stopped talking she was silent for a moment. When she spoke, I was reassured that her tone seemed caring, a little confused but not angry.
"So... you want me to keep the keys to your belt so you can't let yourself out?"
"Yeah, exactly. Just being locked up is a turn on, but knowing that you had the keys instead of me would make it so much more intense."
She thought about this. "But if I just let you out whenever you want, then that's no different to you having the keys yourself. We need some sort of a system. What if we set a minimum amount of time and I refuse to let you out before that?"
Even to hear her say that really turned me on. I suddenly felt overjoyed that she had accidentally found out about my fetish and was going to help me it live it out. At the same time, the thought of being unable to get out of the belt, no matter how desperate I got, was terrifying as well as exciting.
We decided in the end that I should be locked up for a minimum of a week - longer than I'd ever managed by willpower alone, but not so long that the thought scared me. The sound of the padlock seemed to echo around the room as she snapped it shut, fixing my belt in place until she chose to release me. I was amazed how different it felt to be locked up by someone else. It wasn't just knowing that I'd be locked up for longer than ever before, somehow the knowledge that it was for real and I had no power to release myself made the delicious frustration feel much more intense straight away.
The other difference, of course, was that in the past I'd only worn the belt when I wasn't with Ann. Now I was wearing it while we were making out, and indeed doing everything we would normally do in bed apart from the obvious. But no matter how turned on I got, the belt wouldn't allow me even an erection. My frustration levels were going through the roof, and I was counting the hours until the end of the week.
However, when the time came, Ann reminded me that a week had only been a minimum sentence.
"I know how frustrating it's been for you honey," she said, "but I don't want to release you just yet. It turns me on to think of you suffering at my hands, giving me all that pleasure and satisfaction but getting none yourself. I feel like a goddess being worshipped, watching you sacrifice your own pleasure in order to please me. So why don't we make it even more intense by carrying on? Would you do that for me, for your goddess? If you really, really want to be released then I will, but I would be so much more pleased with you if you agreed to stay locked up."
I had to admit that not having a definite release date added an entirely new and thrilling dimension to the experience, and the idea of worshipping her as a goddess, giving up my own pleasure because I knew that my frustration pleased her more, was a huge turn on. But it made me nervous to have no control at all over when I would be released.
"OK honey," she said, "let's put it this way. What I want you to do is hold out for as long as possibly can. Think of it as proving your devotion to me. When the frustration gets too much and you really can't stand it any more, all you have to do is let me know. But I want you to wait as long as possible before you give in. OK? Will you do that for your goddess?"
Despite my misgivings, I agreed. From that day on, my life became a hell of frustration. My balls were so full, and the belt provided my groin with such constant stimulation, that I could never stop thinking about the release I so desperately craved, no matter what I was doing. But nothing was as bad as the nights. No courtesan or geisha in history ever applied herself to pleasuring a man with such skill or enthusiasm as Ann did to me over those next few weeks. Sometimes I felt that my belt would burst off me with the force of the erection trying to build up underneath it. Several nights I cried myself to sleep, unable to stand the frustration any more, but whenever I tried to discuss it with her she always steered the conversation firmly in another direction.
Finally one night about two months after I was locked up, as she brought me once again to the peak of desire, I knew without a doubt that I couldn't take it any more - that belt had to come off right there and then or I would lose my sanity. As ever, she tried to change the subject but I persisted and told her that I couldn't take any more and needed to be set free.
She knelt on the bed in front of me and smiled an inscrutable smile.
"Thanks for letting me know!"
She didn't move, just kept on smiling.
"So you'll set me free, right?"
"Actually, honey, if you remember our agreement, it was just that you'd tell me when you couldn't stand it any more. And I'm glad you have, because now we move into a new phase. Up until now, your imprisonment has been partly consensual - you've always had the ability to bring it to an end, or you thought you had anyway. Now it's different. I know for a fact that you're desperately frustrated and you'd do anything to get out, so your imprisonment is something that I, your goddess, am doing to you without your consent or agreement. And that just makes it so much more of a turn on. For me, I mean - I guess your views don't matter too much at this point, do they?"
She leant forward and began kissing my neck in a way that she knew drove me insane.
"Please, no!" I said, "You can't do this to me!"
"Really?" she replied. "I think you'll find I can. I can keep you locked up as long as I like, and I can do anything I like to make your imprisonment as unbearable as possible. Resist or disobey me and I'll increase your sentence. Of course you don't know how much I'll increase it, or how long it is to start with. You only know that doing everything I say gives you some chance of getting some time out of that belt - one day - whereas the slightest disobedience means you have no chance at all. None. Period."
In the two years since then, she has become completely the centre of my world, since nothing matters besides getting out of this infernal belt and she is the only person who can set me free. But she shows no signs of wanting to do it any time soon. She has even introduced a rule that begging or hinting in any way that I want to be let out adds time to my sentence, so I have to suffer in silence as she puts me through torments and frustrations that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
I'm sure I will go out of my mind if this goes on for much longer.
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