Dear Altairboy,
This is a long story but I'll cut it down as much as possible to save you time. I first met Dee my wife about five years ago, she always took the lead in everything we did but this I didn't used to mind. She was very keen on playing fantasy games where I would often find myself tied helpless for hours on end while she teased me until I begged for mercy. Then she started making me dress up, sometimes I was her maid, or perhaps her baby or even her slave. All this used to make me as randy as hell but Dee was determined that she was even going to control that.
About a year ago Dee had gone out shopping with a girlfriend of hers and I was left on my own for the afternoon. I logged in to the Internet and found your site and started to read all the great letters and stories. As you can imagine it wasn't too long before I was nearly bursting out of my trousers. I knew that Dee would not be very receptive when she got home as we had had words just before she left about her taking the car yet again. I decided that I had to do something to ease my frustration and so went into the drawer and found a pair of rubber pants that she makes me wear when I'm her baby. The cool soft rubber sent shivers down my spine as I eased them up my legs and allowed the sensual rubber to caress my manhood. In no time at all the pants were nice and slippery as I continued to read your great site. In fact I was so heavily involved reading that I never heard the front door lock being turned or the door opening.
Dee walked into the room to find me in pink rubber baby pants that were tenting out at the front and in danger of splitting. She was not amused one little bit.
After making me take them off and sending me to take a cold shower she sat down and started to read what I had on screen. This was going to be real bad news for me.
Well she soon had her tape measure out then she sent off for details of what was available from different manufacturers and we both waited with baited breath. Slowly she received the replies which she studied in fine detail. She even discussed them with me, she asked me which one I would like to wear and why. I told her none but she just smiled and said that baby's plaything was going on a strict diet from now on. I don't know which one she did decide on and she never even told me that she had sent off for it but one evening about six months later I got home to find her looking very excited.
Even before dinner was ready she took me upstairs to our bedroom and had me strip off. I must admit that I thought my luck was in and that she was at last forgiving me. In our bedroom I have fixed up, at her request, two large plated screw eyes which are secured into the beams of the ceiling. Dee fastened my wrists into the steel cuffs and padlocked the joining chains to the eyes. I was now standing on tip toes and feeling very uncomfortable.
Worse was to come, a blindfold was tied round my eyes then a ball gag jammed hard into my mouth and strapped in place. Next I heard her undoing a parcel or taking something out of a box. I felt the cold shivering feel as a steel band was put round my waist then a click told me it was secured. Then she took hold of my penis and slowly fed it into a lubricated sheath which she held firmly in place back between my legs. I guessed what was going to happen next but there was nothing I could to as she pulled the front shield up and locked the whole thing firmly in place. Once I was secure she took the blindfold and gag away then let me down from the beam.
That night Dee bought real tears of frustration from me as she had me lick her all over, kiss and caress her soft beautiful body then bring her to climax after climax with my tongue. I pleaded and begged her to take it off but she just laughed and repeated that it was on a diet from now on. For the next few weeks it was the most frustrating time I have even known. I tried so often to break it or even cut it off but the thing fits so well that I can't cut it and being made from hardened and tempered stainless steel I can't break it either. So, Altairboy as you see I have one hell of a problem. I'm desperate to be able to feel myself again, to stand up when I use the toilet, to make love with Dee but while she has this thing locked in place I might as well be of no sex at all.
Then last week she gave me the scare of my life. I still have no idea if she was just teasing me or if she really is going to take things this far.
I was laying spread out on our bed, Dee had chained my limbs to each corner so I could hardly move. I was hoping that she might undo the belt and let me have a reward as I had been as good as gold for the last month. She sat on my face and I had to use my tongue then she turned round and I had to bring her to a climax about six times until my face was soaking wet from her juices. When she was satisfied she started to caress my steel enclosed manhood. I was in real pain as it tried to erect, I could feel the heat from her hand and I begged her to let me out for a few minutes to ease my frustration. If she would release one hand and give me the key to the belt I would do or give her anything she wanted.
Dee got off me and stared at me coldly, she said I hadn't learnt anything over the last six months or I would be honored to wear my chastity belt for her. Seeing I was in trouble I back tracked quickly and told her that I was honored and I loved my chastity belt. Dee smiled again then went over to a drawer and took a few things out. She said she was hoping that I felt that way as she thought it was about time that we did away with keys as they were not going to be used ever again.
I gave her a puzzled look then saw in her hand she had a coil of solder and my soldering gun. She explained that it might be for the best if she just filled up the keyholes of the locks with solder then I would never have to worry about being unlocked ever again.
I begged and cried, I pleaded with her but she just started to heat up the iron. She told me that I knew it was for the best as I squirmed about as much as the chains would allow. Dee put the solder to the lock then slowly brought the iron over, I screamed at her to stop, tears were running down my cheeks as I begged her to think again.
For what seemed like an age she sat there holding both in her hands and watching, then slowly she put the iron back on it's holder and started to laugh. Perhaps next time Chaste, that's her pet name for me, she said.
So Altairboy at the moment I'm still well and truly locked up, frustrated as hell and searching every day for the keys to get out of this thing before Dee does decide to seal the locks up. This is one fantasy game that she is really enjoying but I'll be much happier when she starts to get fed up with it and I can go back to being her big baby.
Speak to you soon,
Chaste.
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