The Chastity Belt

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Wearing the chastity belt for a year had been harder to bear than I'd expected. I mean, I was skeptical about it when she first suggested it, saying that she wanted me to wear it for a year to demonstrate my devotion to her, but as she slowly talked me into it I managed to convince myself that it couldn't be all that bad, especially since I'd know it would be removed eventually. I hadn't realized how frustrated I could get, or that frustration could actually drive me to tears.

"I really want you to do this," she'd said. "I want to know that you're this serious about our relationship. Please, honey, if you want me to be your Mistress, I want to know that you can take being dominated for a long time without a break."

"You mean you want to test me," I said, not sure whether to feel hurt or not.

"Um, yes, I do. Look, honey, do you really know that you really want to be committed to being my slave? Do you reallyknow that you won't get bored with it someday and want to change things? Because I'll love you even if you're not myslave, but if we're going to try to be serious about thisD/s thing, I do want to know it's going to work. So yes, I am saying I want to test you."

"Uh, yeah, I see your point. But a whole year? I mean,admittedly the idea has intense fantasy potential, but ..."

"Dear, it would also please me and excite me to know thatI had you locked up." She gave me that sly smile that always sets butterflies swarming in my stomach. I thinkshe knows it has that effect on me. "I'd enjoy," shedrew out the word 'enjoy' deliciously, "I'd enjoy knowingjust how frustrated you were getting. I'd love knowingall the time, even when we're apart, that you're my slaveand that you're suffering for me." She was getting turnedon talking about it, and, well, seeing her get turned ondoes things to me.

"What if I can't take it?" I asked nervously. "And does the chastity belt really work like they say? I mean, isit really practical for wearing such a long time?"

"I'll have the key, honey. If we absolutely have to takeit off, we can. But I really want you to wear it the wholeyear."

We talked like that off and on for a couple weeks. I rereadall my old wanking material that mentioned male chastitydevices. She made sure I knew how much the idea excitedher. Eventually, trembling, I agreed. That night she lockedthe thing on me. It was a week after her birthday.

It was deliciously exciting to have her lock me up, knowingthat I couldn't free myself and knowing that the plan was forme to wear the harness and be deprived of my manhood for twelvelong months. Fear mingled with excitement, my fantasies andmy nervousness played tag, and with my heart all aflutter Istood there and let her tuck me into the device and lock iton my body.

That night she played with me, and the frustration was spiceadded to our lovemaking. She was very gentle, stroking me here and there, and I made tender love to her with my handsand my tongue. It was frustrating not to be touched on mypenis, not even to be able to get hard, but it was the kindof frustration that can be fun in bondage. "This isn't so bad," I thought, "This is kind of fun. A year is a long time, but at least I know the end date."

Over the next few weeks, the frustration stopped being somuch fun, but it wasn't too bad. My desires, being thwarted, diminished, and that made the chastity belt easier to bear.I got used to washing with it on, managing to get enoughsoapy water to run under it to keep me clean. I got usedto the way it felt under my clothes at work and slowly,oh so slowly, started becoming less self-conscious aboutit. I got used to sitting down to pee. And I got usedto seeing the chastity belt locked on me when I looked inthe mirror or looked down at myself.

I almost convinced myself that I really didn't mind pleasingher without being able to take the same kind of pleasure.I almost convinced myself that the feel and taste of herpussy when I went down on her, or the wonderful sounds shemade, didn't have to result in my dick painfully trying to get hard within its prison and my mind feeling as trapped as my penis by my lack of release. Almost.

After a month I was starting to feel a little crazy. "I'mnot sure whether I can stand this, love."

"Oh, is it really that bad? You've gone longer without sexbefore, haven't you?"

"Well yeah, but I could masturbate then."

"Um. Think of it as a challenge. See whether you can masteryour desires. Do it for me, honey? Please?"

I gulped. "I think I can manage a little longer, but jeez,this is starting to drive me crazy!"

After three months, I was getting a little irritable. I wasalso constantly trying to think of ways I could get even alittle stimulation on my cock. I was sure that the slightesttouch there would trigger release.

"Dear, I really don't want to unlock you yet, but it's notfair that you do all these wooonderful things to me and I'mnot doing much back. Hmm. How do you feel about being fucked in the ass?"

Desperate for anything, I said, "Yes, please Mistress!"

"Honey, I want to hear you beg for it."

The next half hour was thoroughly embarrassing.

I was so incredibly turned on when she started spreading thelube in my ass! And when she started pushing the strap-onagainst my opening, I was in heaven! Oh rapture, oh delight!As she fucked me, my pleasure built and built ... and so didmy desire for more, more, more. But never release. My cockhurt, pressing against its confinement unable to become erect.At the time the pain merely added to the delicious feast ofsensations.

Eventually she tired and stopped, grinning a grin that wouldset fire and ice chasing each other around your soul if yousaw it. And I actually howled in frustration, banging my headagainst the pillows and crying.

I eventually calmed down, managed to relax and sleep. Anda month and a half later, desperate, even though I knew itwould leave me weeping in frustration again, I knelt before herand begged her again to please fuck me in the ass. And againI flew on winds of sensation, only to come crashing down again,weeping and thrashing in frustration.

She'd given me some new rules while I was begging, littlethings to make our roles of Mistress and slave a bit more formal, and I'd agreed to them. Our relationship was gettinga little more intense.

The next time I begged her to fuck me, she refused. She mademe wait a week after I got so desperate that I was ready tobeg. Oh, I still got to touch her, to enjoy her cries and moansof pleasure as I licked and nibbled. And swats from her ridingcrop when my own frustration and desire carried me away and Igot a bit too enthusiastic, bit too hard, or went too fast.

Finally she asked me to wear her collar for a week. To work.I was shocked. I was scared. But I said yes, and she fuckedme in the ass. That Monday I went into the office skittish as a kitten at the dog pound. I got a few raised eyebrows,and one or two kind comments. The real teasing didn't startuntil Tuesday.

The time after that she locked the collar on and added a tagsaying "Property of...". It's only come off when I've had towear a tie since then.

"Mistress, I don't think I can take this any longer! I'm goingmad, I'm so frustrated, I mean sometimes it's just so intenseand fantastic and exciting, but then I start to get excited andI can't get hard and it gets frustrating again. I love you and I love being dominated by you and I love feeling trapped and Ieven love the frustration but I'm not sure I'm strong enoughto take this."

"Oh, but you don't have to be strong enough, darling. That's what the lock is there for." She smiled so sweetly, and caressed myface so tenderly that I calmed down immediately, hanging on herevery word. "I really want you to do this for me. Do you thinkyou can manage now?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, much calmer, "I think I can. Please forgive me for ... my weakness."

"Oh, honey, I know it's not easy. It's not supposed to be easy.Knowing how hard it is for you, knowing that you're sufferingexcites me." I swallowed and she continued. "As a matter of fact,I'm excited now, and I think I want to fuck your cute little slaveass again."

Things changed a little after that. Instead of making me waituntil I was ready to beg for it and then making me wait some more,she started fucking me in the ass more often, at her whim. Thatmeant I didn't have to beg, and in some ways it made the frustrationa little easier to bear, but in other ways it made it harder, because getting fucked excited me so. I think she knew exactlywhat she was doing.

New rules ... I was her sex toy, to be used however she wanted whenever she wanted, no matter my mood or how tired I was. Well,if she'd wanted to she could have done that earlier. Still, bythen it was a lot easier to get into the mood when she decidedshe wanted me. At first it was just another neat dimension toour game. Eventually I started feeling that I no longer had anyrights to my own body. That was both scary and fantastic. Andthe frustration continued.

In the last few months, I settled down a bit and started comingto grips more with my situation. I got better at handling thefrustration, better and not letting it get in the way of myenjoyment of pleasures sexual and otherwise. Perhaps knowingthat most of my "sentence" had passed helped.

The last month she removed the key from its hiding place andstarted wearing it around her neck. "The year's almost up,"she'd say, "and it looks like you've passed my test. Areyou glad? Are you happy to know you can take being my slave,so we can make our relationship permanent?"

Yes yes, oh yes I was glad. And thankful for her reminderthat though my year of chastized hell was nearly over, it wasnot the ending of the dominance I loved, but the marking ofour knowing it would endure.

But oh, how I looked forward to the day when the infernal device would be removed from my manhood and I could have the orgasm I'd been waiting a year for. How I longed to thrustdeep into her and feel her warm cunt gripping my shaft. Icould afford to let myself think these thoughts, now that thetime of my release was in sight. Every time I saw the key dangling between her breasts on its chain, I licked my lips.

So yes, wearing the chastity belt for a year had been muchharder than I'd imagined, but I'd survived it. I'd held outfor a year, I'd passed her test, I'd proved to myself as wellthat I could bear such torment. I'd thought to beg her forrelease, but I'd never thought to use my safeword to escape.

And tonight, a week after her birthday, it had been a year.She led me to our bedroom, lit several candles, and tied meto the bed, muttering sweet compliments to me the whole time,stroking me as she would a cat. A bowl of ice sat on thebedside table, alongside a couple of neatly folded towels.A glass of something clear sat on the dresser with a plateresting on top of it. She stripped, while I watched,licking my lips, then straddled my face. "Eat me."

When she tired of that, she sat astride my belly, idlystroking my nipples. "You made it," she said. "It'sbeen a year."

"Yes."

"Do you want to continue to be my slave after this?"

"Yes, Mistress, I do!" I was excited beyond belief, andas much in love with her as the day she'd first proposedlocking me up.

She smiled, that delicious slow grin, and said, "Good.Because I want to keep you! I don't want it to be a game.We've been playing pretty seriously, but we've both knownthere was a time limit. Now I know you can handle thatkind of intensity for a long time. Do you want it? Doyou want to continue permanently as my slave? This deep?"

"Yes, Mistress! Anything! I am yours!"

I swear she started breathing harder and sweating a little."I want this to be real. I want you to get a tattoo sayingyou're my slave. And I want to get married, and I want youto take my name instead of the other way around. And I wantto know that I can continue to use you whenever I want, to punish you whenever I want, even to lock you up when I want,from now on."

My heart raced. I was frightened to make such a commitmentwith no time limit, but I'd already found that I could notonly handle being dominated full time but even enjoy it evenas I suffered. "Yes, Mistress. I consent. I want that too."

"Do you want it enough to give up your safeword?"

"Yesss! I am _all_ yours, my love!"

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately,rocking her hips, scooting back so she was rubbing herselfagainst the edge of my chastity belt. "Oh God, how I loveyou. And you're Mine!" She reached back and stroked mythighs, then leaned forward to lick my nipples, the key onits chain brushing against my chest. I panted, I moaned,I called out my love for her.

Finally she stopped, picked up the key, and said, "Well, it'stime to deal with this, no?"

I looked at her hungrily.

She removed the chain from around her neck. She removed thekey from the chain. She went to the glass of clear liquidon the dresser and uncovered it. "A toast," she said, "toyour showing me you could pass my test!" She lifted theglass, and the key.

And she dropped the key into the glass, where it fizzed andfoamed and slowly dissolved.

My heart fell. Actually, I think it stopped. She watched myface, grinning, as I lay there disbelieving.

"I have a soldering iron in the bedside table," she said veryquietly. "I'm going to fill the keyhole with solder. You'remine forever, my love."

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