It is now five years since I became a slave to a wonderful mistress. I have served her willingly and faithfully, but in all that time, I have never once been allowed to see, still less handle, my cock. Let me explain................
For many years I was happily married. We ran a highly successful business together which occupied all our time and energy. We had early on decided not to have a family and we had little time for any social life. We were both into very mild bondage, but never shared this with anyone else.
Eventually, we felt that we had to make a break and develop friends and hobbies. The business was sold and produced ample funds to keep us in relative luxury for the rest of our days.
Alas; it was not to be. Within six months, my wife contracted a fatal illness and died after only a few days. My life literally fell apart. No family, no friends, no hobbies..............
Gradually, I set about finding new interests. The business had made extensive use of computers, but these had always been selected and set up by my staff. Now, I bought one with all the latest bells and whistles and it quickly became a time-consuming hobby as well as giving access to plenty of sites dealing with bondage.
Loneliness led to frequent masturbation which I tried to control by making a CB based on one of the designs on Altairboy's web site and later by buying a Walter Goethals belt. This is really secure, but I needed a key holder and I needed company.
I tried various contact lists - you can hardly go to an orthodox dating agency for a key holder! - and after many false trails agreed to meet Linda to see if we clicked (no pun intended!). At our first meeting, I was very nervous, but she soon put me at ease. We knew we were both interested in bondage, but we talked about everything except our sexual inclinations and found much else in common. It was several meetings later that I finally got around to the subject, and said how much I wanted someone to control my life. I had spent too many years controlling other peoples when I ran the business.
Linda told me she was a widow and made it clear that she had no desire for a normal sexual relationship. She was relieved that I wasn't looking for one and thought she could satisfy my needs.
We still met several more times on neutral ground before I dared to suggest that she should hold my key. It was our first meeting at my house and I was wearing my belt. She knew I had one and was curious to see it. "Wow!", she said, when I had stripped off. "You really like wearing that and want to be locked in for a long time? It certainly looks great. OK, I'm game - give me the key." I handed it over with a quiver of excitement, wondering whether I would be regretting such a rash decision.
"Surely, there must be another key for emergencies?" Linda held out her hand. By this time I was willing to do anything she asked, and fetched the other key from its hiding place. She dropped both keys down her bra, gave me a light kiss on my cheek and patted the tube. "There's my boy! I'll put one of them in my bank safe."
It was only after she had left that I started to come to terms with what I had done and remembered that I should have made some proper contract with her laying down some rules! Anyway, I was well and truly committed now.
Our next meeting was two days later, and my first visit to her apartment. This was an hour's drive from my home. Again, I was nervous in anticipation of what I would find. I knew by this time that she knew a lot about bondage and assumed that she possessed some toys.
The apartment was in a posh area and beautifully furnished. She greeted me with the same light kiss on my cheek, patted the tube and asked if I was comfortable. As if I had any choice! Fortunately, I do find the belt fine for long term use. I was already used to having to sit for all visits to the toilet (she's never needed to remind me the leave the seat down!) and have never had any problems with the belt rubbing.
She provided a nice lunch and then asked if I would like to see around. It was a large apartment with spacious rooms, fifth floor with good views and not overlooked at all. Her bedroom was very feminine and frilly with a king-size double bed and also a single bed - I wondered why. It was when she opened the door into her "playroom" that I became open mouthed. It was a small room with no window and contained a bed with various attachments, the use of some of which I could only guess at. One wall had a selection of rings secured to it and another was a full length wardrobe containing a whole selection of "interesting" garments. Several of these were leather with a number of D rings and there was a straight jacket. Others were PVC and Spandex. Altogether, it was clear to me that I had underestimated her interest in the bondage scene and it was perhaps just as well that I was suitably constrained in my belt as we admired the various items. "You're going to enjoy these. You said you wanted someone to control you, didn't you?"
Linda told me more of her background. She had been married for ten years to a man also interested in the BDSM scene and together they had amassed all the toys and equipment which I had seen. Her husband had died at much the same time as my wife and she had vowed to herself to remain chaste as far as normal sex was concerned. However, her dominant instincts remained strong although she liked to switch occasionally.
Later, I tentatively raised the subject of a written agreement between us. "I wondered when it would dawn on you that I might control you in ways you were not expecting - but don't worry, I've drafted something. Have a look at this." It was based on one I had seen on the web and was very much what I myself would have written but with a few additions. She by now had a very good idea of what turned me on - no pain to be inflicted and a safe word to be agreed after which I would be partially freed, but only so far as to ensure my safety. However, I was to wear a hood and blindfold whenever she so demanded. In particular, once a week for hygienic reasons, I would be hooded and my arms bound, and she would remove the belt, relieve my tensions, give my manhood a thorough wash and replace the belt. The agreement would run initially for three months and then five years if neither of us wanted to opt out. It all sounded pretty sensible and we both signed.
I really had fallen for her in a big way. She became my goddess. She was a mature lady with stunning looks, a good sense of humour and we shared very many interests as well as BDSM and were much the same age. She was everything I had wanted and anyway, she now held the key for at least three months. So I was back at her apartment two days later, when she promised to use some of the toys as well as enjoy our shared love of classical music - she had a large collection of CDs and excellent hi-fi equipment. It was agreed that I should stay overnight.
I was ushered into the playroom. "Let's start with something simple." The hood was made of very supple black leather and covered my head completely except for a cut-out round my mouth and nostrils so that breathing was not constrained in any way. There were pads over my eyes and it was secured by a chain around my neck with a small padlock at the back. Even with my arms and hands free, I could imagine no way in which I could remove it and the blackness was total. I could not detect whether the lights were on or off, still less have any possible vision.
She removed my clothes. My hands were gloved in mittens with no fingers which were secured by locking cuffs and I was invited to lie down. She put on ankle cuffs and very soon I was spread-eagled on the bed. Linda promised to make sure I was OK from time to time while she went about the household chores. This was rather more than I had ever experienced before and I was apprehensive as to how long I would be tied up. Time passed slowly, but there was no way to guess how long and I was reasonably comfortable. I had plenty of time to consider how I came to be where I was, but the feeling of constraint was what I had been dreaming of for months. Eventually, I heard the door open and my nipples were ticked very lightly, sending shivers down my spine. Ooh!
"That's enough for a first time, Johnny." It had been about two hours, but seemed a lot more. She untied my ankles and I stood up rather unsteadily. "I see you've been dribbling." I had indeed been oozing pre-cum from the drain holes in the CB. "I think it's time for the first cleansing."
Still hooded, I was led to the bathroom where there were a couple of strategically placed loops on the wall to which my wrists were now fastened. She undid the lock and catches on the belt and slid it down to the floor. My cock sprang to attention, but immediately something was placed over it which felt like part of a large milking machine. She flicked a switch and within what seemed like seconds I had climaxed. "Good boy! Just a quick cleanup and you're ready for another week of chastity." She very deftly washed me without stimulating me again and also cleaned the belt which she expertly replaced and locked. Although I could not see, I guessed that the whole business had taken no more than five minutes and she later confirmed this. It was a process I was to become very familiar with and was not intended to provide me with any enjoyment. I was also never to see the machine and am therefore unable to give a more detailed description.
Finally, I was untied and the hood removed. "Here, you'd better wear these. You won't need Y Fronts any more." She handed me a pair of panties with a strategically placed sanitary pad. "That should look after any dribbling!"
As we discussed the day's scene, I told her that I was ready for more elaborate sessions in future. There would also be occasions on which Linda would be the sub.
At around nine o'clock, after enjoying some Mozart, I was hooded again and told that I would be kept hooded all night. Her boudoir was her private space and I was not to be allowed to see her in it. Linda has a lovely figure and excellent dress sense, but I have never been allowed to see her undressed. In my belted state, that may be just as well!
We sat talking for some time and then I was led to the extra bed in her room. I was not to leave the bed without her permission. That was a long night. I could hear her preparing for bed and she was soon asleep. When at last, my vision was restored, it was already 9 a.m. and I returned home with an invitation to return the next day.
And so began a new way of life. I was totally besotted with Linda and wanted to serve her in any way she wanted. I soon moved into her apartment and to the outside world, it probably appeared as if we had become husband and wife.
Each night, the hood went on at 9 and stayed there for 12 hours. During that time, however, we played at all sorts of bondage - sometimes mildly, sometimes quite extreme. From time to time, I would be invited into her bed and enjoyed manually bringing her to climax. Occasionally, she also wore a CB but that was just for fun and she never offered me the key!
One of our favourite scenes involves being shackled together so that our crotches are held tightly against one another. Linda loves the feel of my steel tube against her sex. The only means of escape requires both of us to operate separate release catches simultaneously. Since neither of us likes to admit that it is time to end the scene, it lasts much of the night!
A personal favourite is the straight jacket. This was made from a heavy duty anorak with the sleeves removed and the arm holes sewn up. It is worn back to front with the sleeves sewn inside and closed at the bottom. I put my hands and arms through the top of these sleeves so that they are held across my stomach, each hand and arm separately. Linda then secures the back zip and tightens additional straps. No escape is remotely possible, and Linda often puts CDs on the hi-fi for several hours while I am wearing it.
I also like wearing cuffs on the wrists, upper arms, ankles and thighs. There are simply clipped together. Again, no escape is possible if my arms are held behind me.
Each day, I am totally free to come and go, but of course, I have no sexual freedom. In practice, our enjoyment of each other's company means that we usually go out together, just like any happily married couple.
One day, Linda reminded me that the initial three months contract would expire the next day and suggested I think carefully before we both made a long term commitment. I had already decided to do that, but her reminder was fair and demonstrated what I already knew - that I could trust her implicitly. She has never betrayed that trust.
The next day, she suggested that I should enjoy my last opportunity to masturbate. I was not hooded and she produced the key and watched while I undid the belt. As slowly as possible to prolong the pleasure, I brought myself to a great climax. Linda clearly enjoyed watching the performance. We signed the new agreements. I myself put the belt back on but suggested that Linda should have the pleasure of finally clicking the lock shut.
"Do you, Johnny, agree to serve me as my sexless slave and to obey my every wish, to give me your sight and body for 12 hours every day to bind as I chose?"
"Yes, Mistress, I do."
Click. This was for real!
That was five years ago. I have been hooded and blind for exactly half that time and have learned to cope. I know every inch of the apartment by feel and am always required to help with the domestic chores. I have sold my house and share all expenses with Linda.
We have a small circle of friends, some of whom share our interest in BDSM and we tend to meet them in the evenings. If we meet at their houses, Linda will drive me there fully hooded. Other friends are vanilla and good daytime company.
As befits a sexless slave, I dress androgynously to Linda's choice, even when in company. I no longer have any need for fly openings on trousers and wear ladies pants, or for more formal occasions, I really enjoy wearing neat tailored slacks with a side zip.
We have had several holidays - always we rent a remote cottage and take some toys. Linda has guided me on quite long walks after my "curfew" and once left me in the woods all night hooded and firmly secured in bondage. Quite scary.
I have my regular weekly "service" but to all intents and purposes I am a very happy eunuch. In all the five years I have served Linda willingly and faithfully, but in all that time, I have never once been allowed to see, still less handle, my cock.
Will we renew the contract? We have - for another five years.
Johnny.
July 2000
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