Leather & Chastity

We had come this far (over 1200 miles) to go to our first play party. Mrs. SuperA had never played in public before and although we had talked about doing this for over a year she was still nervous. Despite my assurances, she still had many fears. I told her, everyone has to start somewhere; just relax and pretend you are at home and let the natural tendencies flow.

After she emerged from her shower, she felt uneasy about not wearing anything but leather considering we had to drive about 10 miles to the party from our motel. (That was my suggestion, but sometimes I think she likes me to top from the bottom.) Instead she put on a black turtleneck sweater and black lace scalloped panties. Over the top, she slipped on her leather bustier and stepped into her black leather mini skirt. My major kink - tease & denial - was coming to life. She looked like the Mistress of my dreams.

For me, life was simpler. I pulled my leather jeans over my Reinhold belt and donned a black turtle neck sweater. I was already sporting as much of a woody as my CB would allow. It had been 3 weeks since I was last allowed out of my belt - longer than the normal 10-14 days she normally allows.

I checked our toy bag and we put on our coats, made sure I had the keys and we left the room. As we walked down the hall to the elevator, Mrs. SA buttoned her long woolen coat. She wanted to ensure no one saw her in her leather. I tried to convince her over 80 other folks from the party were staying in this hotel as well, and that no one really cared what she had on - but she was so self-conscious.

We arrived at the door and were greeted by a sissy-maid who took our coats. Despite seeing some of the people we met last night, Mrs. SuperA was a little squeemish. I suggested we go downstairs to the dungeon and find a piece of equipment to play on before too many people arrived. This way, she could probably pick whatever she wanted to use. We stood in one corner and surveyed the equipment for what seemed like hours, then I suggested the spider-web made of chain links. My mistress agreed that would be OK.

We walked over there and I asked now what? "I just can't do this", she whispered. "Yes, my love, you can do anything you want - you are woman", I replied. "Just don't think about anything else, except me." OK she said, first I want you to strip down to your CB. I removed my turtleneck and then my leather jeans and stood there nearly nude.

She teased my nipples, then slid both of her hands down to my waist, then pelvis and finally traced the outline of my Reinhold belt wherever it touched the skin and she said, "I can't have you looking at me like that please get down on your knees". Remember my Mistress, you are in charge now, if you want to say please that is fine with me, but I will do whatever you command or desire.

She bent down and took my full coverage leather hood out of the toy bag. She pulled it over my head and secured it tightly, checking to make sure I could hear her and that I was able to breathe. I replied, "Yes Mistress" to each of her queries. The scent of the leather was taking me into sub-space, I so love the aroma.

Next I heard what I thought were the leather cuffs and locks. Yes, I was right. She cuffed each of my wrists, then secured them to the chain-web. She kicked the insides of my knees and I spread my legs apart. She then cuffed both ankles to the web too. I knelt there with no stimulation, or instruction from her for at least a couple of minutes. I was wondering what was going on. I started to shuffle about when I felt a sharp pain on my left nipple. Someone pinched me. "I didn't say you could move", my Mistress said quietly. I want you to be completely still!

I knelt there motionless again for several minutes. I heard nothing except the muffled dungeon sounds and conversations. Then I felt something cold, no cool on my inner left thigh. My first thought was an ice cube - no, it wasn't wet. Ahh, the cool metal of the long key rod for my Reinhold belt.

She traced the insides of my thighs, then tapped the metal rod on my penis chamber. My cock was anxiously awaiting its release, but she would never strip me naked here - it was not her style. Mrs. SuperA was not that confident. She moved the rod up the outside to the waistband where she inserted the rod between me and the belt on my left hip. Then silence and nothing again.

When I was sure nothing else was going to happen, she started the process over again on the right thigh. I felt the cool metal sliding upward toward my crotch. There was a slight gap between me and the scrotum cup and she was able to stick the rod into there and tickled my ball sac. Again, she traced the belt, and inserted the rod between the belt and my right hip bone.

She slowly caressed my leather enclosed head, then her hands slid down my neck and teased both nipples with something I had not felt before. Something soft, was it a makeup brush? I wasn't sure, but was it very soft. Then she used something rougher - maybe velcro? Whatever she was doing was driving me and my throbbing cock crazy.

I felt her pull the key rod from my left hip, then insert it into the hole on my belt, turn it and remove the locking mechanism. I was beginning to wonder what is going on here and started to move about. She whispered in my ear to be still.

Then the rod from my right hip was removed. Again it was inserted into the hole, turned and the lock removed. This was so uncharacteristically unlike my Mistress. Whose were these strange hands and actions, I wondered. To my knowledge no one else at the party had ever removed a Reinhold belt before, but then I suppose anyone could figure it out. I did tell enough people about it last year and showed them how it did work IF I had the keys.

I felt a hand in between my groin and the left waist strap. Then, pop, and the strap came out of its socket. Likewise, the same thing happened on the right side. But because the belt fits very snug against the body, it did not fall down. I felt someone 'peel' the belt off of me starting in back. Only Mrs. SuperA would know how to do that I thought, but she would never, never in a million years, allow me to be totally nude.

I squirmed a bit in my bonds, then I heard someone whisper, "How is your fantasy SuperA?". It sounded like my wife/Mistress, but I can't believe this is happening. Who is choreographing this event, this is so unlike my Mistress.

Next I felt something placed in front of my nose opening. It smelled of used leather. I was unsure what it was.

I felt a strap come around left hip and something over my balls, but still couldn't recognize what it was. Then I another strap came over my right side. There were at least 3 hands on my body, maybe four. They fumbled with the straps, but finally pulled them tight. I finally recognized it as my lace-up leather jock strap.

Mistress took a lace and inserted it into one of the eyelets. Sssskkkkrrrrrr as the lace was pulled snug. Then a lace from the opposite side was inserted into an eyelet - skkkkrrrrrrr. I felt both laces tugged. The process continued for 4 more eyelets - 2 on each side. I could feel the pouch starting to develop and I was beginning to get a hardon. The cool dungeon air had kept me under control until now. She stroked my cock, slowly, gently, deliberately.

The next two eyelets were laced, but not pulled tight. My penis was in the way and my mistress repositioned it so it wouldn't get pinched or a lace-burn when she snugged up the laces. This happened several more times until the pouch was completely closed. Then, she tied some sort of knot.

As she caressed my leather underwear, she whispered, how does that feel my love. Does MY cock enjoy its first chance to stretch in weeks? Oh yes, my Mistress I responded, I am so grateful. She continued to caress the leather until I had a throbbing woody, then stopped. I heard nothing, felt nothing. I knelt there motionless. What was I supposed to do? Minutes later, my woody shriveled down to its normal size.

Then from behind, I felt someone reach between legs and from underneath massage my balls. My Mistress' voice whispered, "are you soft yet?". Ummmhmmmph, I mumbled. She reached up further (between my legs) and squeezed my cock until it started to grow again. First she squeezed the base, then the head. Then she rubbed the entire length. This process was repeated several times until I was rock hard. Oh, how I wanted to jerk off; how I needed a release, but then nothing. No caressing, no rubbing, no nothing. I was left there, on my knees, cuffed to a spiderweb made of chain.

The process was repeated one more time, but this time she started with my nipples and worked her way down to my crotch, slowly teasing, tantalizingly caressing. This time she asked, wouldn't you like to cum? Oh yes, my Mistress. But you know the rules, no body fluids are allowed here and we didn't bring anything to stop that from happening, so I guess you get no relief. I begged her to ask someone for a rubber, but she insisted she knew no one. I asked her to remove my hood and I'd ask, but she replied, "oh no - not until the scene is over." Then she told me, ssshhhh; no more talking.

I was dejected and depressed. I so wanted to cum. It had been three weeks since my last orgasm. While I have gone longer (much longer), I couldn't remember a time when I wanted to cum as badly as I did then.

I felt her fiddling with the laces again. I knew she was untying me. Perhaps after the scene she would let me be alone somewhere, or maybe we could go back to our hotel room.

I was kneeling there, now completely nude wondering how she was going to get the Reinhold back on. At home we had only tried twice before and each time, I got so hard by her touching me, she could never get me into the belt.

But then next thing I felt was something cool on my cock and I heard the familiar clanking sound of my Walter Goethals belt. She could get my cock in that, but it requires three hands to lock on when you're not laying down. I wondered how she was going to do this since my hands will still cuffed to the web.

I felt the cock tube being snuggly pushed up against my groin and the doughnut hole thong-strap swung up from the bottom. Someone was holding the tube in place as the waist strap was being brought around from the back, over my hip, and held into place in the front.

I felt the hex head screw being pushed into the strap and then into the locking hole and finally turned for one of the waist straps. This process was repeated for my left side. The metal flap was brought down, the bolt screwed in and the lock snapped shut. I was once again secure. Who was helping her? I was sure there must be at least 4 hands involved.

Finally I felt the laces of my hood being undone and my hood removed. At first, the light was too bright to look at the faces, but then I knew. Mrs. SuperA has now become a full fledged Mistress. She had built up the courage to either ask for help or one of my friends offered - I don't know which. But whatever, I was grateful because that was the best scene I had ever experienced.

The two women removed my cuffed limbs and I nearly collapsed in joy and exhaustion. I grabbed my cock only to find the steel tube of my Walter belt. I looked up at my wife with my puppy-dog eyes, which begged for a release - only to hear - be careful for what you ask for, you may get it.

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