I tell you I want enforced chastity, it excites me and you know it is one of my favorite masturbation fantasies. Finally, you have the tool to sate my requests. You lock me in the Tollyboy chastity belt. I am amused, thrilled. We play with the devices possibilities that evening. At first you are cautious - as you always have been since my interest in this has never interested you. It takes a while before you realize that I really cannot take charge, my strength is of no avail. You quickly find you have the ultimate blackmail - do x or it stays on an extra hour/day/week.
You find that you can tease without any fear of starting anything, you don't have to worry about my desires or frustration. Soon you are acting differently. The power exchange has affected you - I knew it would, but not so fast, not so effectively. You realize that my organ is reflected back under my body with the sleek stainless panel containing it out of my reach, out of any reach. In fact, without very close scrutiny it is not possible to tell if I have any sexual organs. You point this out.
There is a twinkle in you eye that i have not observed before. You run your hands over the steel band around my waist, the security lock on the front and then down the shield to the slot, a begrudging aperture to allow me to urinate. Inside my penis is held in a narrow tube, reflected down and now I am getting uncontrollable urges as your hand rests right on my crotch. I feel the warmth of it as the metal heats up. My uncontrollable urges - except that they are controlled. They are totally controlled.
For two days you amuse yourself with my predicament as I get more and more desperate. You do not refrain from questioning me about my sexual drive - realizing I think that initially it will be heightened and all my fantasies will be brimming over. Later, perhaps, for self preservation, I might suppress honest statements to protect myself from the sexual torture. I tell you what I fear, but am also most excited by - forced feminization (FF). Of course you know of this but have not participated since any play in this area has always led to my demands, my needs, ultimately my control over our situation.
But now it is different. You find in yourself two feelings, one of amusement with my condition and a second more sinister feeling of opportunity. Opportunity to pay me back for my incessant need for masturbation fodder - fantasies that only lead to my solitary pleasure.
After 7 days I am pleading for release. Pleading to be let out of this damn contraption. However, you remind me that I had requested a month of chastity - back when the thought was erotic. But, I discover, nothing is erotic if there is no consummation? You offer me an olive branch. You will not take it off but you can give me some treatment that will soften the incarceration.
I plead for it. You tell me that I might not be so keen when I know what it is. I still plead for it. You hand me a large container of pills. On the outside it says 'Premarin, 1.25 mg'
I cannot stand the strain. I quickly swallow a dose. Nothing happens. I reach to take another one. Not so fast, you caution, it will take several days to have an effect. Only one a day or it will be dangerous. I do not think I can last several days - but of course I can, I have to. The urges don't go away but they do abate.
It is now a month and I am behaving exceptionally nicely so that you will not break our agreement. You tell me that today is the day of liberation. However, you have really liked the change in me and the new relationship - not to mention the my easier, less strident character and, as I have noticed, in softer skin and for some reason my nipples are very sensitive to coarse material and seem succulent and pink.
You will remove the device today. Then to my horror you produce a pair of manacles. Put these on, you instruct. Why I ask. Because you will not take it off unless you do, you reply. I will do anything for release so I put the leg restraints on. They snap closed, locking, on my ankles. You keep your word and unlock the cursed belt. I am free. My organ is limp and unresponsive. After a while, however, it responds and I achieve my release, once, twice three times. Some inner peace. I struggle around the house in my manacles. It is cold so you lend me a skirt to put on. I beg you to remove them. You say you will - but only after I replace the belt. No amount of arguing will make you relent I resist all night, I take a day off work but by the middle of the second night I am desperate again. I will get fired if I don't go in the next day.
I put the belt back on, unable to control a few sobs. You are then very gentle and remove the manacles.
You leave for a three week business trip. After a few days alone I again become desperate and again dip into the vial of pills. With a while off the pills the changes in my skin and nipples has gone away but now after only two days what took two weeks to appear is back. In fact, the soreness is not limited to the nipple, there seems to be a little swelling in my breasts.
There is no way to get the belt off. I stop taking the pills thinking I can survive but by three days I am desperate and so I force down two. I am trapped. The enforced chastity on the one hand and the FF induced by the estrogen on the other. For the three weeks I oscillate from one extreme to the other, out of control. Completely out of control. A choice between unsatisfied male urges and uncontrolled feminization.
When you come back you are gleeful. There is definite enlargement of my breasts. I never imagined you could get so excited about this. You now instruct me to remove my body hair - everything that is accessible below the neck. You also spend some time plucking my brows. I discover that my underwear has disappeared - when I ask you tell me that I must only wear lingerie from now on. We go shopping to get underwear and androgynous female clothes. You tell me that you wish to make it harder and harder for me to appear as a male. When you are finished with me - and, you say, you leave to find a real male (though I suspect you might want to find another victim) - you want me to appear as a female, a woman that is faking it as a male.
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