Providence

Altairboy, thanks for a great site, its opened-up a whole new world for me. Here is my own experience with a chastity device, sprinkled with a little fantasy around the middle. Feel free to share it.

I began experimenting with self-bondage a long time ago. I don't know how I got into it, though I remember seeing some Swedish magazines with what we would call VERY SEVERE bondage. The self-bondage grew more and more intense, and always with some form of "punishment" and "stimulation". Over the years I had amassed quite a collection of bondage gear, including nipple clamps, a variety of harnesses, hoods and cuffs, as well as some crude chastity devices.

Most of these chastity devices performed more or less as expected: preventing direct stimulation of my appendage. While they lacked the "discretion" of many of the devices we know today (large leather or metal enclosures can't be hidden very well under street clothes), they did the job quite effectively. Particularly during and after an extensive self-bondage session, my inability to get relief, until I was able to unlock the chastity device, heightened the overall experience.

On more than one occasion, I found myself out of my self-imposed bondage (usually after much effort), while my chastity device and butt plug were still firmly lock onto/into me.

My only chance now was to get the key to this device that continued to stimulate, yet not allow any "release". I had experimented with a number of "slow-release" options, each with a view of making it more difficult to get out of the predicament.

Because the chastity devices themselves were, for the most part, unyielding and large, they could not be worn under street clothes, so leaving the key outside the house proved to be quite a challenge. Putting the key in my locked car, on the street, seemed like reasonable thing to do, until I had to (or wanted to) get it.

With a pair of sweats and a long overcoat, covering the protruding device, I was finally able to retrieve the key, but not without having to meet my neighbors and other onlookers as I walked (rather carefully, with the large butt plug in place) to the car and back. (I wondered if my blushing face spoke of my "predicament".)

I've been in relationships all of my adult life and did some "mutual bondage" things, but it was never satisfying. I don't think it's because I come across as dominant, but rather that my girlfriends were not into it or were more submissive. This has left me frustrated at always being in a situation where I control the outcome. Until now.

The fantasies have been a part of my life, forever: being locked-up, stimulated, and unable to get any sort of relief, till "someone else" decides. These fantasies have led to ongoing (and sometimes frequent) periods of masturbation. Let me tell you this doesn't help in a relationship.

I had been traveling quite bit, and was living out of the country. I was so busy with work, that I didn't take the time to forge any new relationships (or even cater to my own self-bondage experiences). Well, after a while, this marvelous lady came into my life and we began, what is to date, the best i've had.

At the beginning we found each other and explored our sexuality to our mutual satisfaction. My erections aren't those a 25 year old, so I took to pleasing Her in other ways. Then my fantasies returned.

I imagined myself bound in some fashion, "forced" to please Her until She was satisfied. I began dreaming about being held captive to Her sexual desires whenever and for however long She wanted.

These fantasies got more intense.

I arrive home from work. I enter from the back door, because the front is reserved for Her and Her guests. I immediately go to the basement, so that I can take a shower, shave and change into something suitable. This usually takes about an hour, as I must shave completely, ensuring that there is not a single stubble - from the neck down.

This way, She can be sure my body is smooth to Her touch, leaves me a constant reminder of my position, particularly with the silk underwear She has me wear to work. She will usually have listed the items I am to wear. They will inevitably include stockings, panties, bra or corset (if She's in a "good" mood), skirt/blouse or dress, and some very uncomfortable footwear.

The dress code is more for humiliation and an illustration of my standing. The skirts and dresses are usually made of rubber or leather, and the boning on the corset ensures that my posture is maintained, and my waist sufficiently tapered. (She's thinking about having me wear the corset all the time, so as to properly "train" my figure.)

Before finishing, I will put on locking wrist and leg cuffs. These will be link by 12 and 6 inch chains respectively, ensuring that I can still perform my duties, but limiting my movements. Finally, a posture collar is locked on. There are a number of collars to pick from, with varying degrees of severity, but all with a front and two side D-rings (these will tether my neck to Her widespread and awaiting thighs).

If She's selected a gag, then I know i'll be in for a long (and not very nutritional) evening.

I usually have a few hours to clean the house and prepare dinner. When She arrives, She will call-out, I must then stop whatever I'm doing, go to Her, kneel, and bow. She will then tell me to remove Her shoes or boots, and make sure that I have paid proper homage to Her delicious feet. She's now looking forward to taking the bath I have carefully prepared, but not before She has had Her first orgasm of the evening.

After I have helped Her take Her clothes off, She might simply lie on the bed, spread Her legs and, with a simple and crude pointing gesture (at Her nether region), "invite" me to worship Her mound. Sometime, if She's too tired, She'll skip the bath, install Her thigh cuffs, and attach my collar so that my mouth is inextricably positioned for a long evening of one climax after another.

My tongue must perform without fail, or She'll find a way to motivate me. First, a small but stinging riding crop could be used to "motivate" me, and/or i'll gather more demerit points.

(The demerit point system can be particularly dramatic, as it will be used to determine other punishments. She uses a modified set of playing cards with punishments listed from mild to severe to "oh, shit". Every weekend, She tally's the number demerits for the week, and pick's a corresponding number of cards.

The punishments listed may or may not work together, so they can be meted over the next week. A particularly cruel card is the "whipping" one. She then throws two dice, with the total, multiplied by 10, being the number of strokes. So, yeah, it can be as few as 20 (double 1 x 10) but as high as 120 (double 6 x 10).

The dice are also used for one other very important function. Two of the punishment cards include my chastity device. If She picks one of these, She'll roll one or two dice (depending on which of the cards), and the number will correspond to the number of extra weeks before I am released and given an opportunity to orgasm. You see, orgasms have become a luxury.

It started out with 1, then 2 weeks, then once a month. When I am released (so to speak), I am bound spread-eagle to my bed. A blindfold is place over my eyes, and a gag is applied (She doesn't want to hear my pleadings). The chastity device is removed, and with a rubber utility-gloved hand, She proceeds to stroke me at whatever pace She desires.

From the time the device is removed, I have exactly one minute to orgasm. That's not a long time to go from its trapped, shriveled state, to erection to ejaculation. Whether I cum or not, after one minute, an ice pack is placed on my cock, bringing it back down (as She says) to its "appropriate" state.

If I have been fortunate enough to reach this elusive orgasm, She will put every drop of my cum in a container, for future use.)

Once She is satisfied, She will relax and have dinner (usually while reading or watching TV). She may tell me about Her day, but doesn't care about mine.

She'll eat in the dinning room, while I eat a "nutritious" meal in the kitchen, from my bowl, glued to the floor. I quickly clean-up and wait for Her instructions. If She's in a fidgety mood, it may involve a dreadful trip to the basement, where She will "exercise". This usually involves me, in some fashion or another, and gives Her an opportunity to "exercise" Her creativity.

I do most of the preparation for our BD sessions (isn't that what men/maids are for). She'll provide the instructions: how I am to be attired, the "furniture" needed and the tools She requires. She usually expects me to be in a near-complete bound state, while all She has to do is complete it.

These sessions are really Her fantasies. It may involve some pain, but usually revolves satisfying Her sexual appetite. She may have requested that I install a butt plug (and the size), nipple clamps, gag and/or hood, boots or shoes (she saves the painful ballet shoes for when She's in a particularly wicked mood).

She may amuse herself by "allowing" me to penetrate Her with a double edged dildo gag, or strap-on. She clearly doesn't want or need this thing I used masturbate 4-5 a week. She may just secure my bindings and leave me there for the evening or until morning, while She goes out or retires for the evening. She doesn't like leaving me there overnight, because She would miss Her morning wake-up "kiss", and first orgasm of the day (She likes the glow it gives Her).

Either way, She'll sleep alone, as I retire to my cot (in some sort of restraint) in the basement, sure to wake up before She does, to prepare for Her day. The fantasy continues, but now back to today, and reality.

I've been at home for the past 2 months, and fortunately She had classes every weekday morning. This was a golden opportunity to do some reading or gazing on my favorite fantasies, including BD, and stroking-the-pencil, five or six times a week. My girlfriend was planning a two-week trip out of the country. I really care about our relationship, but sex was not high-up on the agenda. At first I thought: TWO WHOLE WEEKS OF...

Then it occurred to me that I needed some control in order to enhance the love side of our relationship. I would have been "satisfied" during Her trip, but not together. So, I purchased a CB-2000 chastity device. I waited till She left, to try it on, and it felt comfortable from the start, though peeing was a new experience, and using a "pad" helps.

I experimented around the house, then went for a long walk with it still locked-on. After wearing it during the day for 2 days, I got a little bolder, I put one of the keys in my car (on the street) and mailed the 2 other to me. After sleeping with it (the wake-up call can be difficult), I went downstairs to retrieve the one key from my car.

Wearing not-too-tight street clothes, rendered it unnoticeable. I un-locked it, checked for any "damage", and found none. I left it off. I was sitting around, reading some bondage stories (it involved a lot of self-bondage), and I began to "twitch". Stroking would be OK, I thought, but "what if I had the itch, but couldn't scratch".

I put the device back-on, and locked it. Remember, I had two keys in the mail (I'll hopefully receive them over the next week), and one left. I decided to leave it to providence. I stuck the one key that would have allowed release and satisfaction, tucked it into a small piece of bread, and left it, with a few other pieces, outside on the balcony.

After 30 minutes they were all still there. I thought maybe it's because of the shade. So, i picked-up the three pieces. I still had a chance to change my mind. I decided to try the window sill. I waited a few minutes, then I actually saw one bird swoop down to pick-up one of the pieces.

It missed the first time, and was successful on the second try. With two pieces left (one still with the key tucked inside), I watched as a second one came swooping down, and collected the second piece.

The piece with the key was still there. As I moved toward the window, a third bird quickly snatched-up the last piece, and my last chance at accessing my cock, until the letter (with the keys) arrives.

I wouldn't be disappointed if the letter arrived for my girlfriend to open it, then I could explain the need for me to be restrained in this fashion, and work out some way of building up to my desired way of life.

I'm sitting here writing this, getting horny as hell, and can't do a thing about it.

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