Interesting Predicament!

As with many of my previous stories, this one would be no different. I seem to follow a standard line of interest which over the years has allowed me to know the things about myself which I have grown to enjoy.

There are so many things one can use to express there interests in Self Bondage, these can include Rope, Chains, Handcuffs, Leg Irons, Nipple clamps, Collar's, Blindfolds, Waist Cinchers, Leather or Steel Chastity Belts, Dildo's, Plugs, Pulleys, Timed Key Safes, Ice, or any other instrument to delay the freedom of oneself.

I have often found it very interesting the lengths I would go to have that feeling of restriction. Sometimes it can be wearing a mere pair of handcuffs, other times it would be a much more elaborate set of items to restrain myself, and then again, it could be just a Chastity Belt.

This particular story has to do with my willingness to be restrained, but not in a way which would limit my abilities to function in everyday living. It is in a way which initially seemed fair considering I lost a bet, (another one) and agreed to terms set out at the time I LOST the bet.

If any of you have read my previous story "Life's Benefits", you will know that I met my match on that one. This is almost the same, but the variable for outcome here, is much broader and equally severe. I also have to say that regardless of distance, two people can share in a interest which promotes mutual enjoyment and admiration for each other.

This was really a no brainer type of bet, and having a interest of betting in a kind carefree manner like we do, the stakes are not usually lasting, they are short term bets, loser serves the winner or whatever the winner wants. Things like going into the grocery store together when together and betting who can closest call the total bill, the loser then has to do whatever. Another style of bet is of course on Rival Hockey Teams, may the best team win, has a whole new meaning, LOL, and lets not forget the ultimate bet, "The Super Bowl", that was a big stakes game, but I may write on that another time.

We have often found that we bet so much on things that we have had to find creative ways to bet when we are not together. We speak everyday over the internet, and call each other periodically, to hear each others voices, but we don't worry about not being with each other, we get together very frequently, every few weeks, so this type of arrangement works well for us.

The bet I found myself agreeing to should have been easy to win, You see, I speak ENGLISH, and she speaks AMERICAN, LOL, not that countries of origin have anything to with this, there is a distinctive difference between the two. The same words, can have to different spelling's, take for instance, NITE(American)and, Night (English) There would be way to many examples to give here, so I hope I made my point, and I will argue that is why I lost the bet. Not to mention I am a man, and I often speak before checking the letters of which I have just written. That was the bet, "Who ever made the first 10 spelling mistakes would loose" and the winner would decide the outcome! What a game, LOL, It took approx 2 days, and hours of conversation, and hundreds if not a few thousand words. Damn it was a good effort on my part. It would have been better to have known previous to playing that she must have been a Literacy Major, or something like that.

I lost, but not without a good fight, LOL, even though I have learnt, "It takes a wise man to have the last word, and no when not to use it", LOL, this was not the case, I found myself arguing over simple words, no brainer words, and found that she was unrelenting in her belief that I mis spelled the word. This was a humorous part of writing to each other over AOL. But she did not waiver in her counting, and I asked for a recount, but was told she was originally not from FLORIDA, so the count should stand, and will stand !!!, LOL

I think any man knows that when a women decides she is right, the best thing we can do is just say "YES DEAR", LOL I tried several angles to support my position, but at each turn I was rebuffed, and called a sore loser. I call that manipulation, but when a women wants something, it is often wise to not stand in their way, unless of course, you know what they want in advance and agree it would be fun. This is not the case.

I finally succumbed to a defeat, because it was clear there was no way I was ever going to win, never, never, never. If you have ever heard the adage,"If only I knew then, what I know now", I would have fought even harder to have won. They say a bet,is a bet, is a bet. If you can't admit you lost then don't play, and no one wants to play with people who don't do as they are told when they loose. So I then agreed to whatever she decided. What could it possibly be, I was 1800 miles away, so I doubted it would have any significant impact on my decision to agree to her terms, "HOW WRONG I WAS"

There is often a since of purpose is peoples voices, it can be subtle or it can be stressed, but none the less, you can hear it. You don't always know what it is, but it is there, like the looming fog on the Horizon, you know it's coming, but as to how bad it will be, you just sit back and wait for it to present itself to you. I was presented with the conditions of having lost, and I was shocked! It was very simple really,

"LOCK YOURSELF INTO THE CHASTITY BELT, AND SEND ME THE KEYS"

WOW!!!!! RIGHHHHHHHT, OK, SUUUUUURE, RIGHT AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!LOL, that will be the day, LOL

What a thing to ask??????????? There was no way I was going to do that, no way at all!!!! That was until she spoke again and said," YOU LOST, YOU NEW THE TERMS, YOU DO AS I SAY, DO YOU UNDERSTAND????????"

I was beaten, she had a strong point and I did know what I was agreeing to, "Anything the winner wanted". I was just shocked that she could have been so cunning and calculating, she knew what she was going to ask for from the beginning. That is why she was so adamant about winning. I was a pawn in her bigger game, I felt I was just check mated, by a pro!, who had toyed with me, to the point that I resigned myself to a unknown fate.

I had no choice now, there was nothing I could do to avoid the impending fate, NOT!!!!!!!! I tried to the rational approach, but dear there is only one key, what should happen if I need to get out?, her response, you don't need to get out until you get here. I then tried, I can't wear it for that long, I will get sore, that was retorted with " Ya Right Homeboy, I know you can", OK I was pulling out all the stops now, but in the end I new I was not getting out of this.

I said that I would put the belt on and send her the keys, but not until tomorrow, I should have the chance to relieve myself before a long stint. That approach was replied with "ABSOLUTELY NOT", PUT THE BELT ON NOW!!!!!!!!" YOU LOST, PUT IT ON!!!!!!!!!! END OF STORY, JUST DO IT""""""

I thought I was going to die, OK, loose a bet, and end up not Cumming for a few days, big deal, but not being allowed to cum, and not knowing if in fact it would be a few days was really allot to take in mentally!.

I again had no choice, I knew it, and so did she. I was beaten fairly and by a master, and was feeling the weight of the loss at the moment I told her to hang on a few minutes.

I went and retrieved the belt, made sure all the components were there and allowed myself to put the belt on. It was cold, and the steel band going around my waist almost took my breath away. I had no difficulties putting the belt on, and before I new it, I was closing the lock with a sound of finality I have never heard before.

It is such a strange feeling having a Stainless Steel Chastity Belt locked on, you can function in every capacity, but cannot get hard, or even the slightest or remotest chances of a erection. It forces you to accept that you cannot play with yourself, or relieve yourself, you are at the complete mercy of the KEYHOLDER, and mine was 1800 miles away and enjoying herself at the thought of my predicament.

I returned to the computer and informed her that I had infact placed myself within the confines of the belt, and that I would send the keys the next day. I was then told that it was about time I returned and was asked if I relieved myself before putting the belt on? I of course had not, and informed her of this, to her great pleasure and enjoyment.

I was then told that she was very horny and very much enjoyed the thought of me being locked in the belt without any way of getting out until I came to see her. I was then told to take a pair of handcuffs and put them on myself, and every time we spoke I was to type handcuffed. I was also informed that until I arrived to visit with her, I was to sleep Handcuffed every night and she would know if I hadn't.

If I was not to do this, she would add one day for every offence I made, and I better behave, because I could end up wearing the belt the whole time I was visiting and would have to serve her entirely and then wear the belt home. Then she would send me the keys when my time for miss behaving was up. I agreed! and Handcuffed myself.

We spoke for a while longer, and she then went off on a tangent about what I was going to face when I came for a visit, she mentioned that she regretted the last time that she was not more aggressive, but would be making this up. I was also told to send the special KEY which only fit one pair of handcuff's I had. It was for a S&W model 104, it was in fact a special key, a regular key would not work in these handcuffs.

The night ended shortly after that, and I knew what I had to do the next day, so I went to sleep, after having cuffed my hands behind my back, and slept as soundly as I ever have before. I awoke to the throbbing of my member within it's confines of the metal tube inside the Chastity belt. It never ceases to amaze me how alert one can be in the morning, LOL I became fully awake in a short time and the realization of my cuffed hands only added to the insult of having to go and mail the keys this morning.

I got up and went and retrieve the key and removed the cuffs from behind my back and placed them on in front as I was instructed to do, as a passing instruction before going to bed. I had a shower cuffed, and then removed them and got dressed. I looked at the keys I had to mail, and placed them on a special key ring I had and left for Mailboxes Etc.

It was a easy transaction, I put the keys in a envelope sealed it, made out the declaration for international shipping and signed the form. (Yes I am in a different Country, LOL) I received the tracking number and weigh bill and left knowing that I would not see the keys for at least a week, maybe more. Oh Well, life goes on, LOL

I returned home and sent a email with the information I just received, and confirmation of the tracking number. I sent the package, overnight delivery, and was told it would be guaranteed to be delivered if not held at US Customs. What a thought that would be, US Customs wanting to inquiry about the purpose of the key, and withholding it until proper clarification could be given, LOL anyways, that did not happen.

That was Thursday, this is now Sunday, the keys did in fact arrive the next day, and were greeted with joy and enthusiasm. I know this, because I heard it for the last 2 days, LOL. It is very difficult to receive that phone call, and know a women is happy by her own actions. Wass-Up with that?????

OK, here is the update, that little key for the S&W 104's has already been placed into a gallon jug of water and placed in the freezer, I Ummmm, have had a couple of occasion's where I slipped a little, and expressed ideas which were not supported and was then told I would pay for those, and addition time has already been added to my belted experience.

I have also been informed that upon my arrival, I will be placed in the handcuffs, which have the frozen key, and when I have earned the right to have the key, it will be taken out of the freezer and placed outside to thaw. I can have the cuffs off only after it thaws by natural means. Let me say this as well, where I am going is in the Mid West of the US, the day warms up into the mid to high 40's, but at night the temperature drops into the 20"s. I would not want to bet to think that the ice would thaw out in a day, unless it was placed in the sun, and knowing the apartment, it faces North, and there is no sun on that side of the building.

I am going to find out what it is going to be like when I get there, it is a strange feeling knowing what is initially going to happen, but yet still not have any clear indication of the outcome. I don't know exactly how long the belt is going to be on for, nor do I now how long it will take a gallon of ice to melt as well.

I do know that I lost a bet, and I do have to come clean with that. I also have to say that my trip has been delayed for 3 additional days now, and I may have one more delay, so keeping that in mind I may end wearing the belt for 10-14 days straight. I have bitten off more than I can chew here, but knowing there is a light at the end of the tunnel is the only thing inspires me to keep going at this point, regardless if I cant remove the belt or not!

I will finish this segment after I return from my trip, and look forward to all which I experience, endure or get to try, LOL, I don't think I have much of a choice, and isn't that what Bondage is all about? Having some of the better choices made for you in a caring loving supportive way, while being respected and cared for by someone who you admire totally?

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