Careless Talk

I was once a successful sales executive for a large cosmetics company. As might be expected, most of my colleagues were female. Dawn and I were on our way to a two day national sales conference. Rather than put up with the hassle of airport check-ins and security, we had decided to go by train and were now well into our four hour journey. Newspapers had been read and discarded and we had been over the main points to be covered at the conference.

After chatting idly for some time, it started to get personal. I knew that Dawn was a divorcee and had had several boyfriends since. She is a very attractive girl, so that was not surprising. Despite being happily married, I had rather fancied her myself. She told me in a lot of explicit detail about her "ex" who, it appeared, had several kinks which he had shared with her. In due course, she asked me how it was that I seemed so happily monogamous..............

I had been married to Betty for five years. We enjoyed a pretty good sexual relationship. However, I had long had a fantasy about being locked into a chastity device which I thought would control my excessive masturbation. About 2 years previously, I had very tentatively told Betty about it. At first she just dismissed it as perverted but when I persisted, realised that she need to understand it more.

We found lots of information on the internet and she started to see some potential advantages. Encouraged by this, I made two or three CBs using descriptions on Altairboy's site. None were particularly secure, but they did the job - at least to the point that they would be difficult to remove without damage which the keyholder would discover.

Betty became quite enthusiastic. She never decided when to lock me up. I always made the first move, usually when the urge to masturbate did not coincide with her needs. However, once locked up, she held the only keys and it was solely her choice when I would be freed. Pleas from me usually resulted in a longer wait.

Eventually, we decided to invest in a professionally made belt and after some careful measurement ordered a Neosteel Shemale belt with ergonomic waist. After my amateur efforts, it took a little getting used to but I knew that any removal was out of the question. Gradually my average periods of chastity extended from a couple of days to more than two weeks and I found I was spending about half my time locked. Betty made full use of my services and only let me out when she felt the need for more than a tongue!

As the date for the conference approached and the decision had been made to travel by train rather than plane, it was my suggestion that I should wear the belt during the trip. It was proving comfortable long term and virtually undetectable under normal clothing. And so it was that I found myself sitting in a comfortable first class carriage enjoying the company of a delightful female colleague, discussing our intimate love lives - all the while very conscious that I was securely locked up and must remain so until after I got home in two days time.

When Dawn asked me how it was that I seemed so happily monogamous, I answered with a few platitudes about being in love. "But surely, you must sometimes feel attracted to a pretty face. Doesn't Betty get a bit concerned that you work among so many females? She must trust you more than most wives. What about this trip? How can she know what you might get up to?"

"Of course I feel attracted sometimes, but Betty and I have a secret which I am always conscious of."

"Tell me more!"

"Well, I can't really explain but it's something for which Betty holds the key."

Dawn looked at me open eyed. "You mean a real key?"

I blushed. "Yes, er No, er Yes" I stammered, realising that I had said too much.

Fortunately, at that moment, the train PA system burst into life. "The train will be stopping in two minutes - two minutes."

During the day at the conference, whenever we had a break between sessions, I caught Dawn looking somewhat quizzically at me. That evening there was the usual crush of people around the bar and I felt an arm feeling around my waist. I looked around and saw Dawn.

"It's true then!" she said and drifted away to join some other delegates.

I turned in early. Dawn had obviously twigged that I was wearing a CB. Her ex must have either told her about them or shown her an internet site such as Altairboy's. I just had to hope that she would be discrete but knew that girls loved to share sexy secrets. I was worried.

The next day, I found it hard to concentrate on the conference presentations and didn't see Dawn until I was in the bar again in the evening. She insisted on buying me a drink and took it off to a table where she was sitting with two other girls. The conference had ended with a dinner at which the drinks had been plentiful and the girls appeared to have had more to drink since then. She introduced me to Wendy and Tina. We chatted generally for a time but they were giggling and I felt out of place with them.

Eventually, I made an excuse about having some notes to write up and made for the elevator. When all three girls followed I assumed that they had also decided to retire to their rooms. My room was on the third floor and I was a bit surprised when they all got out of the elevator on that floor and followed me along the corridor. I turned to say "Good Night" and put the key in the door of my room only to be pushed and followed in.

Two pairs of hands held me while Dawn started to undress me. There was no point in shouting for help. Even if anyone heard, the girls would probably have said I invited them - or worse.

"Come on - let's see this chastity thing you are wearing!"

Soon I was naked except for the CB and being closely inspected. Wendy got her lipstick and drew a heart on the front of the CB shield and then proceeded to colour my nipples.

While watching her efforts, I was just in time to see Tina get a small tube out of her handbag and squeeze some drops of liquid into the lock of the CB. Superglue! My heart missed a beat or two. She picked up my boxer shorts and dropped them down the waste shoot. She then slowly removed her own panties, which were noticeably wet, and handed them to me.

"These will be more suitable for you in future. And I don't think Betty will have any more use for that key", she said giggling.

By this time, Dawn and Wendy were already making for the door followed in a few seconds by Tina.

Left alone, I made sure the door was locked and gradually got my breath back, trying to take stock of my situation. I had a violent mix of emotions. Anger, fright, frustration. What could I say to Betty? I would have to resign my job - the news would be all over the company in minutes. I kept going over the implications of what had happened. I was close to tears and sleep was impossible.

The atmosphere between Dawn and me on the train home was icy.

"Johnny, I'm so sorry for what happened last night. It was supposed to be a bit of fun, but it all got out of hand."

"What do you mean - a bit of fun? You betrayed my secret. You would not have expected me to tell any of my colleagues about your antics with your ex. Bad enough to have told your friends. They had had a lot of booze and you could surely have stopped them following me up to my room. It'll cost me my job, and if you girls have any thought for what you have done, you should resign as well".

"I agree that what Tina did was way over the top, but she had not said what she planned to do and she did it so quickly. I'm sorry."

"I just don't want to talk about it any more. I'm locked into my CB for ever. How would you feel if someone told you you could never have sex again?"

Betty was at the station to meet me. She kissed me and then said to Dawn "Good conference? I hope he behaved himself."

"Oh! Yes, we made sure that you never need be concerned about that again."

A few moments later, in the car going home from the station, Betty said "That was an odd thing Dawn just said. What did she mean?"

Johnny

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