Punished by Pam

Themes of female domination, feminization, and penis restraint have always been a major part of my fantasies. I never really had an opportunity to act them out in real life until a few years ago. I met a girl named Pam through a mutual friend, and began dating her steadily. We both shared many of the same values, opinions, thoughts, and feelings. It felt natural to being sharing some of my sexual fantasies with her, and she responded by becoming increasingly dominant with me, both in and out of bed.

She would become very aroused at the idea of putting me into a chastity belt, and to "prepare" me for chastity, she decided that I would no longer receive blow jobs. "After all," she said, "you're the pussy in this relationship, and I can't think of a better way to remind you you're no longer a man than by cutting you off from being sucked like a man." After several months, we moved in together, and became even closer than before.

After we had been together just over two years, she began drinking heavily one afternoon. By the time night arrived, she was only a couple glasses away from being completely drunk. She called me out into the living room in a very serious voice. She was sitting sideways on the sofa and pointed to the other side, so I sat down facing her.

She told me that she was very much in love with me and never felt so strongly about any man in her life until she met me. She took my hand and said, "I've been thinking about this for a few weeks now, but it's been more and more on my mind. It's scary to say it out loud, but I'm asking you if you would marry me." She then waited for me to respond.

Whatever I had been thinking she wanted to discuss, this wasn't it. I was literally stupefied. I hadn't thought that far ahead about our relationship, and to be suddenly confronted with a decision like this was not something I felt ready to respond to. I told her that I loved her very much, but it was something I would have to think about. I said that I didn't think I was ready to get married, that it was a permanent commitment, and not something to just jump into.

Pam just looked at me and didn't say anything. She seemed quietly furious with me and embarrassed at the same time. She went into the bedroom and closed the door. When I went in to talk to her later that night, she had fallen asleep. I spent the night wondering if my reaction had permanently damaged our relationship.

After that night, there seemed to be a certain emotional distancing that occurred. At first this took the form of her becoming less loving and affectionate, but at the same time she seemed to take much more interest and delight in dominating me. She finally bought a chastity belt over the Internet, and put it on me that same day she got it in the mail. Putting it on me and hearing the lock snap shut seemed to bring her to orgasm by itself. For the next couple of days, she would have me pull down my pants and panties every few minutes so she could keep looking at it. At first, she would unlock me every night, and then my time in the chastity belt became longer and longer. I was kept in the chastity belt for as long as a week at a time. She would have me go down on her every night for hours, and then kiss me goodnight, turn over, and go to sleep.

She also began taking more trips out of town. While her job often required her to go out of town for several days at a time, we would typically talk on the phone every night for an hour or two. Now her time on the phone with me was much shorter, and some nights she would not call at all. I began wondering if she was spending time with other men.

One afternoon, about three months after our marriage discussion, Pam called from work and said that she was going to be sent on a trip that could last up to two weeks. She said that because she would be all over the state, she could not be reached by telephone. If I needed to talk with her, I should call her cell phone and leave a message. I wasn't sure what to think about this, but this same situation had happened once before a year or so ago, so I said nothing.

I spent a lot of time thinking about it, however. So much so that I didn't even remember until that night that she had left without unlocking my chastity belt. I couldn't masturbate or get any kind of sexual relief. I called Pam on her cell phone, but I didn't get an answer. I was incredibly aroused, frustrated, and humiliated, knowing that I was locked into the chastity belt for possibly two weeks. I called Pam several times the next day, telling her how increasingly hot and horny I was. I asked her to call me, and begged her to tell me where the key was.

Two days later, while I was at work, she called at home and left a message, telling me that she would call me when she had time, and to stop calling her on the cell phone. She said that we needed to have a talk, and she had decided that my keeping the chastity belt on for awhile would get me into the proper mood for our talk. This just made me even crazier, and I kept calling her cell phone anyway. But she didn't answer.

Finally, four nights later, the phone rang, and it was Pam. "Hi, baby," she said in her soft, sexy voice, as if we had talked only an hour ago. "Guess what I'm doing?" When I told her I had no idea, she said, "I'm lying in bed with only my panties on. You know, the black soft and lacy ones I wear when I want you inside me." I immediately became erect and moaned over the phone from my excitement and frustration. She giggled as I told her I needed her to come home and unlock me and make love with me. She said, "Well, honey, that's why I'm calling you. I think we need to have a very serious talk about our relationship. And I think it's better that we do it over the phone."

She continued by stating she had been doing a lot of thinking over the past week, and that her feelings about me had been changing. She said that she had been incredibly hurt by my turning down her marriage proposal, and it took her some time to think about where our relationship should go if we were not going to get married.

She said, "While I was thinking about it, the chastity belt came in the mail. When I first looked at the chastity belt, I really didn't know whether it was something I wanted to put you in. I wondered if it was really what either of us wanted to do, really. But as I thought more and more about it, I began to realize that you asked me to put it on you because you really do belong in a chastity belt. I think you knew what you were doing when you asked me to put it on you, and I realize now that you need to be in one. I think you'd better get used to wearing it, because I've decided that you're going to be wearing it for a very long time."

I felt a surge of fear and arousal pass through me as I attempted to stutter some response. "You know, though," she continued, "In thinking, I also decided it wasn't fair for me to be without a man just because you need to be in a chastity belt."

"What do you mean," I said, becoming alarmed at her tone.

She laughed. "Remember Scott?" I vaguely remembered Scott as a waiter in some restaurant Pam and I had eaten in some weeks before. He had been rather well-built and masculine looking, and now that I remembered, Pam hadn't been able to keep her eyes off him. "Well, I've been dating Scott for awhile now. I just didn't think it was fair to have to be chaste just because you are. I guess I should tell you that I'm not alone in bed right now. I'm with Scott."

I was absolutely speechless. Pam was calling me up while she was in bed with another man? I wasn't expecting this at all. At the same time, my cock was throbbing madly through my chastity belt.

"But what about me," I stammered. "This isn't very fair to me at all. Don't you think we should have talked about this first? What are you thinking about?" I wasn't even thinking about what I was saying, I was just saying the first things that came to my mind.

"All I'm doing is helping your fantasies come true," Pam replied. "After all," she said, "since you don't want to get married, I think it's pretty nice of me to still help you feel feminized and humiliated."

I finally understood that Pam was having her revenge for my refusing to marry her. But telling me how she was humiliating me - and in front of her new lover? At the same time, my cock was throbbing violently in my chastity belt.

"You know," she added, "Scott doesn't understand at all how a real man would let himself be put in a chastity belt by a woman. He thinks you're a real sissy." She broke off, giggling.

"Anyway," she whispered in a husky voice, "after I hang up, I'm going to suck him off. I'm going to let him come in my mouth. And you know what else?" she asked.

"What," I asked, too numb to think about much more than what she was saying.

"After I suck him off, we're going to spend the rest of the night fucking. And when Scott starts coming, I'm going to think about you in your chastity belt, not being able to be sucked off by any woman." She laughed delightedly. "That's really going to make me come. In fact, it's making me wet just thinking about it." I heard her call out to Scott, "honey, come over here and feel how wet I am talking to him about his chastity belt."

"Good night, sweetie," she whispered into the phone. "Think of Scott coming in my mouth while you're safe and protected in your chastity belt."

"Oh, please," I groaned. "Please let me out. Please." I knew I sounded helpless and humiliated, but I needed relief so badly.

"No," Pam replied in a suddenly stern tone. "You need to be kept in your place, thinking about how you gave away your masculinity and your girlfriend. In fact, I've decided that you're not going to be unlocked until Scott says you can. And from what he's told me, he thinks you should be wearing your chastity belt permanently. He doesn't think you deserve male privileges at all."

"But we love each other," I whined, hating myself for whining, but doing it anyway. "You aren't being very loving."

"Actually," she said, "I'm being very loving to you. It's clear that this is what you have needed for a long time. And I don't want you to be tempted into thinking that you can ever fool some woman into thinking you're a real man, the way you fooled me at first. I don't want you to ever fool any other woman into thinking you're a real man. Your chastity belt will make that clear to any other woman stupid enough to even think of spending time with you."

With that, she hung up the phone, but not before I could hear her and Scott laughing

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