I have been using my Access Denied CB for the last seven months. Until today, my longest period of confinement had been four days. As of this writing, I have been belted for seven days. The keys are located at Clare's apartment on the New Jersey shore. My wife gave them to her so that she would not weaken, when I started begging for release.
On Saturday morning Susan and I head out for the Jersey shore. We arrive at Clare's around noon. The guard for her high rise apartment checks our name on the guest list. We enter the elevator and proceed to the twenty second floor.
Clare greets us at the door. She gives Susan a kiss and me a big hug around the waist. "Glad to see things are all nice and tight as when we last met." I blush, partly because of Clare's greeting but mainly from having brushed up against her full length black vinyl dress, when she inspected me.
We enter and sit down. I am so aroused that I can barely speak. Clare starts with, "Susan, before you and I have lunch, perhaps our belted friend whould be so kind as to go into the bedroom and take off his clothes. I would really like to see the CB up close." I open my mouth to protest and Clare continues, "Your only hope for release requires you to obey us without any lip. Do you understand?" Fearing to speak, I nod my head up and down and proceed to the bedroom.
I leave my clothes on the bed and go out to Clare and Susan wearing nothing but the CB. Unbeknown to me, Susan has given her permission for Clare to call all the shots during our visit.
Clare motions me to stand directly in front of her. I start to protest as she attaches the metal hobbles to my ankles, but decide to remain quiet, in order to get out of the CB as soon as possible. My ankles are further restricted when she locks the metal hobbles to the ring directly under me. "Wouldn't want you running away she laughs."
"Please kneel down and put your face on my lap." With my feet secured and the strong aroma of the black vinyl filling my nose, Clare reaches down my back and places metal handcuffs on my wrists. An additional lock keeps the handcuffs anchored to the ring at the back of the CB. I know that I am now in deep trouble, but the smell of the vinyl has forced me to meekly accept the manacles. Clare can now push my face deeply into her vinyl covered lap. I struggle for air. Finally, my head is released and I raise my head, gasping for air.
My first gasp brings air but also a black leather gag. Once more my face is pushed into her vinyl covered lap, as she buckles the strap for the gag, behind my neck. Even if I had wanted to resist the gag, I was in no position to protest or stop her. As a finishing touch, she attached a collar to my neck and fastened a four inch chain from the collar to a second ring in the floor. I am now forced to kneel, my hands manackled behind my back, unable to move my feet or gagged head. Before rising, Clare whispers in my ear, "since you are so fond of my outfit, I'm sure you'll love the tight black vinyl discipline helmut I have for you when Susan leaves."
Aware that I am over my head, I attempt to move my feet and raise my head, while screaming into the leather gag. My thrashing about, brings Susan over to my secured position. "I guess you finally have what you've always wanted." This goes way beyond my wildest fantasy and I shake my head from side to side to try and show my real concern for such stringent restaint. From the past, Susan knows that my protests are part of the game. Susan says to Clare, "ignore his feeble protests. There is no way that he wants to be freed." Resting my chin in her palm, Susan continues, "we'd invite you to lunch but you already have your mouth full." With that, she rises and heads for the kitchen.
I am within eye shot and continue to thrash about and scream into the leather gag, throughout their lunch. Clare, is well aware that I really wants to be freed. Knowing that I am unable to contradict her she says, "he sure is quite and actor. Are you certain he does not want me to let him loose?"
Finishing the last bite on her plate, Susan adds, "he'll only cry if you free him."
So be it. Clare finishes with, "we can't have a grown man cry. Can we?"
"Unless you're whipping him," Susan adds as she heads for the door. He's yours for as long as you like."
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