When John asked if I could house-sit while him and his wife, Donna, went on a cruise. I jumped at it. Being unemployed at the time, I thought "Why not?". It was a free place to stay for 2 weeks, and they were going to pay me to do so.
Arriving with my suitcase at the door, I was greeted by John and Donna.
"Cutting it a little close aren't you?" Donna said.
"I'm sorry, traffic was bad".
She just turned away, then John came over. "Don't worry about it. We've got plenty of time to get to the airport." He handed me a list of items to look out after. Feed the bird. Bring in the mail. Along with some phone numbers in case of emergency. That kind of thing. Then he told me: "Listen you have complete rule of the house, but please stay out of the playroom."
Now me and John went way back. We talked about everything, which I think doesn't sit too well with Donna at times. I knew they had a kinky sex life. Bondage, chastity devices that sort of thing. I must admit, I've always had a curiosity about that type of relationship. I never, however, thought about giving up my total control to someone else. I know they had a special "playroom" built, but didn't know anything more than that. Like I said, Donna didn't like John talking about everything.
John continued "The fridge is stocked. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I've put my cell phone number on the bottom of the list. Probably won't work out at sea, but it you can leave a message with my service. I'll be checking it periodically. We've gotta go." Before walking out the door, Donna threw me her keys at me and said "Don't burn down the place!!!"
Standing at the window, I waived them goodbye. Afterward, I headed for the kitchen for a beer.
Now, I have to admit. I was curious about the playroom. I thought. "No harm in just looking!" Turning on the light and proceeded down the basement. Looking around it looked much like any other basement, laundry facilities, a treadmill , a workbench. There was a room separated from the rest of the basement. It didn't have a door, but the lights were turned off.
I proceeded to enter and find the light switch. "Oh my God!!!", I blurted. In this room was a small cot, a shower head, toilet and sink, along with shackles on the wall. It looked more like a prison cell than I play room. The walls were covered with some type of metallic mesh.
Over in the corner was a foot locker. It was old and had a broken lock. I slowly opened the trunk to find what must have been their toychest. A variety of handcuffs, shackles and what appeared to be a man's chastity belt.
Now, I have to admit, now my curiosity is going at full tilt. This was obviously John's belt. The best way I could describe this belt was sturdy. It was made with about ¼ inch metal and entirely covered the crotch. A long tube was built into the front shield which had to be where the penis slipped into. There was also what appeared to be a cradle like area for the balls. Unfortunately, the security lock was already locked and no key was in the trunk.
Just then, I had a thought. I reached into my pocket to grab the keys that Donna gave me.
"OH MY GOD!!!" What appeared to be a security key like that for the lock on the belt. With a little trepidation, I inserted the key - .click. It opened.
Just then the doorbell rang! SHIT!!! I took the keys and put the belt down. I ran upstairs to answer the door. As is always my luck, it was a salesman trying to sell magazine subscriptions. I quickly but politely got rid of him and started to head back.
Stopping at the kitchen, I grabbed another beer and dropped the keys I still had in my hand at the table. Deciding I had better start earning my keep, I headed for the garage to get a start on mowing the lawn.
It took about an hour to do the lawn. All the time, thinking about the chastity belt in the basement. I know that belts need to be measured for a perfect fit, but John and myself had very similar builds. I don't know how to say it but curiosity got the best of me.
Just as I started heading downstairs, the phone rang. DAMN! such interruptions. I picked the cordless up and took it with me as I headed downstairs. It was one of Donna's friends wondering if they had left already. By the time I had answered her question and various chatter, I found myself back in the playroom with the belt.
"What harm could there be in trying it on. I'll clean it up after I take it off." I quickly removed my jeans and underwear and positioned the belt on myself. I inhaled a bit and then with a little pressure. "Click".
I was surprised at how well it actually did fit. It was very secure. I couldn't get my fingers under the front plate, nor would the belt budge a bit. Quite an unusual feeling. I just couldn't imagine John wearing this for any length of time, though. It would drive me crazy!!!
After admiring the belt, I decided it was time to take it off and get on to other things. Pick up my pants, I reached into the pocket to grab the keys. Shit, the only keys in there were my keys to my car. Oh that's right, I left them upstairs in the kitchen.
I decided to slip my pants on over the belt, (not an easy thing to do and it was obvious that something was not right under my pants), and head upstairs. As I approached the doorway, all of a sudden, ZAP!!!! I fell to the ground in the most pain I have ever experienced. It was like someone took a stun gun right to my genitals.
It took me a while to gain my strength and composure back. "What the fuck happened?" Still feeling the residence of the shock, I again motioned toward the door. ZAP!!! I laid on the floor motionless not knowing what to do. "Shit, what is this thing!" Realizing that this wasn't just an ordinary chastity belt, it was some type of device meant to keep someone in this room.
I attempted everything I could to extricate myself from the belt, but it was of no use. It wasn't coming off without the key and that was upstairs. Think Ron, think. Just then I noticed the cordless phone I brought down with me. Reaching into my pocket, I grabbed the to do list with the phone numbers. The closest person on the list was Sharon, a friend of Donna's. I had gone out with Sharon once because Donna thought we might have some fun together. Nothing much developed as we seemed not interested in the same things. At this point, however, it didn't much matter. I quickly dialed the number.
"Please be home. Please be home"
"Hello"? Thank god, it was Sharon.
"Hi, uh Sharon, this is Ron. Remember me, I'm Donna and John's friend"
"Oh yeah, Hi. It's been a while. What's up?" she said cheerfully.
"Donna and John left your number to call in case I had a problem. I'm house sitting for them and I was wondering if you could come over here. I've got a little problem."
In a concerned voice "What's wrong?"
"Let's just say I've got myself into a bit of a jam. It you could come over, the back door is unlocked. I'll be in the basement. There is a set of keys lying on the kitchen table, if you would bring those down, I'd appreciate it. I'll explain it all after you get here." I didn't want her to know my entire predicament.
"Ok" she said hesitantly. "I'll be there in about 5 minutes."
Trying to compose myself, I was trying to think of how to explain this to her. I know she will probably tell Donna when she gets back. My ass will be grass then. John told me to stay out of here. Oh well, it will be 2 weeks before they get home. It may not be that big a deal.
A few minutes later, I hear the door open upstairs. Within a few seconds I hear someone coming down the stairs.
"Hello, is anyone down here?" It was Sharon.
"I'm down over here". I replied.
She got downstairs and faced the doorway to the room I was in.
"Did you get the keys from the table?" I asked with a relief you can only imagine.
"Yeah, I've got him right here", jingling the keys.
"Can I have them please?" I asked with a little bit of anxiousness.
I noticed she was looking down at my jeans. I knew it was obvious that I was wearing something bulky under them. "What's going on?"
"I'll explain everything later, please just give me the keys." I blurted.
"Why don't you come get them?" she said with a little bit of a smirk coming across her face.
"Please, just hand toss them to me" I pleaded.
"Wait a sec". And without notice ran upstairs
"No - wait - come back!" I yelled out in a panic.
I could tell she didn't leave the house, but where did she go. A few minutes later she returned.
She asked "Why do you need these keys?" she asked. This time her grin was more that of a cat about to eat the canary.
"I just do!!!" I said sternly. I had no more patience.
Without much warning, she pulled a small black device that looked like a TV remote. She pushed a button and ZAP!!!! I was on the floor again writhing in agony again.
"Oh my" she said slyly. "You put on John's training belt didn't you?"
Training belt? Oh God, she knew. "Yes, I did." I managed to get out, still in a fetal position on the floor.
"Well, well, well. I helped Donna build this room and with the modifications to the belt you're wearing" she said proudly.
"Please, just let me out of this thing. Ok" I asked ever so politely.
"Well..." then with another push of the button - ZAP! This time, I was out cold.
After regaining consciousness, I realized that the only thing I was wearing was the damn chastity belt. Quickly, I looked around for the cordless phone.
"Looking for these?" a voice came from beyond the doorway. It was Sharon holding up my clothes in one hand and the phone in the other. A look of shock came across my face.
"Donna has had all the fun and I've always wanted to try this for myself. Oh yeah, this is going to be a fun 2 weeks" she coldly said.
Oh what has curiosity gotten me into this time?
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