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The Perfect Chastity Belt?

Part 1

The Perfect Chastity Belt?

part 1

I was into chastity for a long time now but I couldnt seem to find anyone that could help me. Every time I told a girlfriend about it she broke up with me. Keyholders were pointless. They practically gave you the key whenever you wanted it.

My other problem was finding a device that I couldnt escape from. That was the hardest part. There are many CBs out there for men but I havent found one yet that I couldnt get out of without the key. I spent a good year researching and finally found a guy that connected me to a woman that claimed she had a CB for a man that no one could escape from. She laughed and said that at least up until now, no one has gotten out of one of her latest device, yet. It was going to cost me a lot of money but if it worked, it would be worth it. The only strange thing was that I had to travel to Wyoming and stay with her for a month. It had to be custom made for me and the only way she could do it was to have me there 24/7. It was no problem. I could easily take off work for a month. I figured Wyoming was a nice place to spend a month anyway.

I arrived at her place of business in the morning with $5000 cash in my case. It was a lot of cash to carry around but that was her requirements. I would stay with her for a month and pay cash. It was a hassle but what the hell. Stay with a nice babe for a month and finally get a device that I cant escape from.

When the door opened, I was speechless. Here standing in front of me was an elderly woman. I would guess her age between 60 and 65 years old. She was overweight and plain looking with grey hair. I looked her over and guessed that is she didnt wear a bra; she would probably trip over her own tits. She had me turn around and before I could ask why, she quickly cuffed my hands behind my back. As I started to stammer out some questions, she told me to be quite as she proceeded to cut all my clothes off. I looked around to see if anyone could see but she was pretty isolated and only the birds and squirrels were watching. After I was naked, she pulled me out to the front yard to a large steel pole and used a second pair of cuffs to cuff me to it. I kept asking questions but all I got was one word answers or silence. The last thing she did was attach some type of collar to my cock behind my balls. It was metal with a large type of lump on one side with a large padlock to hold it on. I was getting hard but she didnt seem to pay any attention to my now hard cock.

I saw her go back to my bags and open the one with the cash in it. She grinned at me as she fondled the money for a minute before going into the house with all my stuff and closing the door. Finally I began to yell some more questions until she scowled at me and held up a small back device and pressed a button on it. I now knew what the collar was. It was one of those shocking pet collars. I dont know how much they can shock but considering it was attached to my cock and balls, the result was predictable. I let out a yell and fell to my knees. After a minute, I looked up and she was gone. I assume she went back into the house. All I could do is wait.

It was about an hour later when she got into her car and drove away. I called to her until she held up the device for that collar again so I quickly shut my mouth and watched her drive off. I was really getting worried. I had NO idea who this woman was or what she was doing. I waited.

It was an hour later when she drove back up to the garage and went into the house. I waited. An hour later, she walked back out with something metal in her hand. She slid it over my cock and set some locking clips with a large lock to hold it all on. It was obviously a chastity device but it was nothing like I had even seen. I was heavy and I was wondering if this was the device that I had just purchased. She unlocked my cuffs and let me lose. I was curious why she left the shocking collar on me but at this point, I was not going to argue with her. When I started to speak, she scowled at me while holding that little control box up. I followed her and kept quiet.

She led me into the house and into the kitchen. She sat me down, made me a cup of tea and explained what would happen.

Woman: “Here is what will happen. You will remain here for a month. The device you have on was one of my earlier models. I thought it was escape proof but a man in Florida found a way to get it off. Dont worry. You wont get it off around here. He used special equipment and few people have access to any type of equipment that he used.”

I began to speak until she held up the control box and once again, pressed the button. I let out a scream and dropped to the floor hold my cock. It didnt do any good. It still hurt like hell. It felt like my cock and balls were pressed against an electric fence.

She continued: “You have requested my special chastity device. I have been making this model for years and no one has gotten it off without the key. I have offered a $100,000 reward for anyone that can get it off. I assume that you have figured out the collar. I will give you credit. I could train a dog easier than most men that come here. You seem to be learning. You are slow but not as slow as most.”

I had a hundred questions but she was right. If I opened my mouth, she would light my balls on fire again. I listened quietly.

She continued: “You will remain silent unless I ask you a question or give you permission to speak. Do you understand?”

Me: Yes, mistress.”

She grabbed the controller and pressed the button again. I screamed and was rolling around on the floor as she calmly continued.

Woman: “I am not your mistress. You will simply answer me quickly and using a few words a possible. Most of the time, I will ask you simple yes or no questions. Is that clear?”

Me: “Yes.”

The woman smiled and continued: “Maybe youre not a smart as my dog…anyway, all your possessions are locked in a safe deposit box downtown. The money you brought is now mine. It is gone. You may leave anytime you wish by simply asking but you will not get the money back. It is mine whether you get a device or not. Dont worry. I have every intention of fulfilling my part of the bargain. I will make your device, return your things and send you on your way. You will be locked up and silent until we are finished. When you leave, you may chatter at whomever you wish to for a long as you want. I dont care but I hate all that useless conversation. I dont care about you at all. I dont care about your life. We are together to do business and nothing more. Is that clear?”

Me: “Yes.”

Woman: “Good. The reason I put you into the device was to give you a taste of your future. You wanted to be locked up and this will let you know who it feels. Dont worry. I will take it off when you leave and when I need it off for the new device. You will live in the bedroom in the basement. You are free to treat my home as your own as long as you dont abuse the privilege. If you do, you will leave without the device and the money will still be mine. Is that clear?”

Me: “Yes.”

Woman: “Good, now finish you tea and I will show you to your room.”

I spent the next fifteen minutes drinking tea in silence while she read the paper. After that she gave me to tour of her home and where I would stay. It was actually very nice. My bedroom was no luxurious but it was comfortable and furnished. Except for my car, I was free to wander around, eat and watch TV as I pleased. I was very careful to not be a burden or make a mess. I helped with the housework and yard work whenever I could but she didnt seem to care one way or the other. There was even a pond nearby that I would walk to just to spend some time alone. She was quite correct. I was free to treat her home as my own. Most of every day, she was in her shop working on my belt. I was taken in to have measurements made and to try on occasionally but that was the only times that I saw what she was doing. It was taking form and beginning to look like a large jockstrap. It was hardened steel with some type of soft material on the inside to prevent chafing. The only thing that I wasnt sure of yet was the cup area. It was sort of plain looking but then it wasnt finished yet. I was dying of curiosity but once again, I learned the price of speaking without permission. She was gradually turning the power up on the shock collar until it felt like my balls were going to explode so I stopped asking questions.

In a weird so of way it still felt like a vacation to me other than the fact that after a few days I was horny as hell but since I was continuously wearing her other device, there was nothing I could do. She didnt even tie me up when she needed to take it off for measurements. I had no clothes and my car was locked up somewhere off her property. She simply said that if I didnt put it back on or if I jacked off, she would call the cops and tell them I attacked her. I would be locked up and she would have my money. I had no choice and it was doubly frustrating to see my cock free and hard but not be able to touch it. For now, it was hers. She was old and ugly but after a couple of weeks, even she was looking good to me. I found myself fantasizing about her by the end of the month. Still, it was interesting to watch this belt take shape. She was very skilled at what she was doing. I was impressed…and horny as hell.

The end result was pure genius. It sort of looked like a jock strap but was infinitely more complex. The whole thing was made of hardened steel with all the straps being a quarter inch think and three inches wide. There was a softer material that resembled Kevlar but not as rough. I had no idea what it was and couldnt ask. Inside the cup area was tube for my cock. It had small and somewhat dull spikes all over the inside with a small tube that went about four inches up my piss hole. The cup and buckle stuck out a good half inch to allow for the locking mechanism. I had NO idea how it was built. It couldnt be seen even with the belt off and it was sealed up tight inside of the steel. The strap went tight up my ass from the cup to the rear of the belt. There was an opening at my asshole to shit through. I was expecting something like that but this once was a little different. It had a mesh material over the shithole. It resembled a chicken wire fence. I realized that when I would shit, it would get a little messy. I still couldnt speak without getting my balls electrocuted. The piss tube went from the cup down to the shithole so there was absolutely NO way to stand up and piss. The piss would come out down by my ass. The most interesting thing was the key. When I saw it, I knew that the locking mechanism would be escape proof. It was a half inch long and basically a hollow tube. It had several small spike like things on the inside and the outside of the tube. The handle of the key was somewhat conventional with one exception. It would fold up flat so the key would look like a mushroom. She said that she made it that way so I could have the belt on with the key in the lock. The key was made of the same steel as the belt so it would be very hard to damage it or cut it with a torch. The woman was a skilled metal worker. The belt was incredibly comfortable unless I tried to get hard. The short spikes would dig into my cock and the tube up my pisshole would give me a burning sensation but other than that, it felt almost like it was not even there. She put on the belt for a few days to make everything was OK with it before I left.

Soon it was time for me to leave. I was so fucking horny by this point; I was simply agreeing to anything that she said. All I wanted to do it get the fuck away from her. She was polite but not friendly. It was a business deal. Nothing more. Finally, she told me it was time for me to leave.

Woman: “Its finished. You can leave now. Your car is parked a mile down the road with all your clothes in the back seat. The car keys are buried about a inch down beneath an old willow tree. Theyre not hard to find. You may speak now.”

It was strange. I had the new belt on and not the shock collar but I had been so conditioned at this point that I was still silent up until this point. Despite what had happened, I was grateful to her. She had created the perfect chastity belt. It was truly a thing of beauty. There was only one thing that I noticed.

Me: “Where are the keys to the belt?”

Woman: “There is only ONE key. I would suggest that you dont lose it because I cannot duplicate it. Its not that I wont. It because it is not possible to create a key with the belt finished. The locking mechanism is sealed in the steel and I cant get to it with it on and I cant get it off without the key.” Its the whole “chicken and egg” thing.”

Me: “…but where is the key?”

I saw the woman laugh for the first time as she said: “I mailed to your home. Its not here. You should get it in a week or so. You have ten minutes to get out of my sight or I will call the cops and give then your name, address and a complete description of you and tell them that you attacked me.”

Me: “What if the key is lost in the mail?”

Woman: “I dont care. Thats your problem now. Its my way of having a little fun. You have nine minutes.”

I ran down her driveway and headed down the road. I looked down at the belt and for the first time, I was afraid. She was right about my car and clothes. They were right where she said they were. The car keys were easy to find. They were right where she said they would be. Actually I was grateful for the keys being hidden. No one could steal the car that way. I got dressed and headed home. Normally I would have flown home but there was no way I could get through airport security with this thing on. Except when I tried to get hard it was quite comfortable. My only problem was that I was so fucking horny at this point, I was trying to get hard most of the time.

It was a good week later when I got home. I practically raced through the city to the post office to pick up my mail. I was almost shaking with fear until I saw the small package with a postmark from Wyoming. I tore it open and there was my key. I ran to the nearest bathroom and ripped the belt off. I sat on the toilet and jacked off as if I was insane. I shot such a huge load, it sprayed all over myself and my clothes. I sat back with my eyes closed and breathing as if I had just run a marathon. I finally sat up and looked down at the belt on the floor. My anger quickly turned into gratitude and amazement. Despite the fact that I was so pissed at her that I could have tore her head off, I was amazed. She delivered exactly what she said she would…an inescapable chastity belt. I couldnt walk out with the thing over my shoulder so I put it back on and left clinging to the key to my freedom.

I had no idea what her address was so I sent an email to the original contact who arranged the meeting with her and told him to thank her and that I was completely satisfied. Whether she got the message or not, I have no way of knowing. I never got an answer back.

The belt was perfect but now I had the same problem…Keyholders? I had the same problem as before. Commercial keyholders would hold it for you for a fee but it was too easy to get it back. I had a new problem too. This key was one of a kind and there was NO way to remove the belt without it so I didnt want to mail it to myself. I could start dating and hope for a relationship with someone that would hold it for me but that would take way too long and I had no intention of settling with a girl just for this.

I put the belt away and decided to give it further thought. I lived in a condo complex and all of us knew each other pretty well. I was outside doing yard work when I looked over at the older lady across the driveway from me. I thought about her for a few minutes until I saw her daughter drive in. We were not really friends but we knew each other through her mother and the fact that I helped her son with some career advice once. I knew she was divorced but I didnt know much else about her. She wasnt gorgeous by no means but she was nice looking enough and about my age.

When she got out of her car, I walked over to say hello while trying to figure out a way to use her to solve my problem.

Me: “Hi. Hows it going?”

Daughter (Mary): “HI. Im doing good. How are you?”

My mind was racing. I cursed at myself for not giving the whole thing some thought before I talked with her.

Me: “I have one little issue that I am dealing with but other than that, I am great.”

Mary: “Come on in and have some coffee with us.”

I accepted and followed her into the house. There was just the three of us sitting and having coffee. For a while, there was nothing but boring small talk and I was still trying to figure out a way to use Mary as a keyhole without freaking her out and I didnt really want any type of permanent relationship with this women and I couldnt let anyone in this ultra conservative complex knowing about me. Suddenly I got an idea.

Me: “Mary, I was wondering if you could help me with something. Its not really a big deal but it would help me a lot.”

Mary: “Sure. What can I do to help?”

Me: “Well, I dont mean to sound mysterious but I need you to hold something for me but only give it to me once a week.”

Mary: “What is it?”

Me: “Well…its a key.”

Mary: “May I ask what its for?”

Me: “Well, like I said, I dont mean to sound mysterious but I would rather not say right now but it would help me a lot.”

Mary smiled and said: “I guess so but I dont get to town that often. I would have mom do it but she gets forgetful a lot.”

Me: “How often could you get here?”

Mary: “I dont see mom as often as I would like to with gas prices so high.”

My mind was thinking fast. This might work. She seemed willing to hold the key and yet not ask a lot of questions.

Me: “This is kind of important to me. I could pay you the gas money to bring it here every week.”

Mary: “I cant let you do that. What is it that its so important?”

Me: “Well, its a key to a box. You see, I am trying to quit smoking and I will keep a pack of cigarettes locked up in it.”

Mary: “Cant you just get more?”

Me: “I guess I could but we live so far away from the city that it would be a half hour of driving. I would have the same gas problem. I really could but my therapist says that this will work. He says its “symbolic” or something like that. He says that it would make having a cigarette too inconvenient and it would help me to quit. I told him Id try it.”

I could see her mind thinking the problem over. She was not stupid but she had no idea what therapists were like. IN fact, neither did I but the story sounded reasonable. The real funny part is that I dont smoke but they didnt know that. 

Mary: “It sounds a little strange to me.”

I chuckled and said: “Me too but he says that hes had success with it before.”

Mary: “Cant he just hold the key?”

Me: “He says it has to be an acquaintance and not him or a friend. It has to be someone that wont give it to me except at the prearranged times.”

Mary: “Well, I guess I could. I usually come and see mom every two weeks and I cant afford to come every week. Is that ok?”

I was so close but I didnt want to be locked up for two weeks.

Me: “I will pay you some gas money. This is very important to me. I really want to quit smoking and this is the only way to do. My doctor says that the timing is critical and has to be handled according to the schedule that he has laid out for me.”

Mary: “I guess that I could. Wheres the key?”

Me: “I will go get it.”

I practically ran home. I jacked off one last time and quickly put the belt on before I chickened out. I was still forced to admire that old woman. The craftsmanship was truly wonderful. The thing fit like a glove and was quite comfortable as long as I was trying to get hard. I sat down and handed her the key. She looked down at it with a confused look. This weird key was one of a kind and I knew she had never seen it before.

Mary: “This is the key? Its weird looking. What kind of box takes this type of key?”

I smiled. I had already worked out a story. The only problem was if she wanted to actually see this strange box that didnt exist.

Me: “Its an old box that my grandfather made. He was a metal worker and built it to hold his important papers. It is symbolic. He smoked a lot and died of lung cancer so every time I look at it, it will help me to NOT smoke.”

Mary: “…but this key is so strange…”

Me: “He built the lock and the key. This is not a perfect plan but my therapist says the he has seen this work on others already.”

Mary: “How do I know that you dont have cigarettes all over the house?”

Me: “I want to quit and to do that would be stupid. I would be wasting my time and money. Please dont lose it. Its the only one to that box and it is the only thing of my grandfather that I have left.”

Mary put the key in her purse and we all went back to coffee and boring conversation. I was pretending to be interested once again so the two of them would begin to accept me as part of their little group. It was a couple of hours later when Mary had to leave for home. We said our good byes as she got into her car.

Mary: “I will be back next Sunday but I will need at least thirty dollars for gas money or I cant make it.”

I handed her thirty dollars and said: “Thats no problem. Heres for next week. I will see you next Sunday.”

I watched her drive away and smiled. This might work. My only problem was if she got into a car accident or something. I almost laughed at the whole story. My grandfather lived in Cleveland and he was an ass-hole. I hadnt seen him in fifteen years. I made small talk with her mother for a while and finally went home. Things were perfect. My cock was locked up tight and the key was on its way to…it suddenly occurred to me that I had NO idea where Mary lived. It was no big deal. Her mother was right next door.

I grabbed a beer and sat down to watch a good movie. The belt was comfortable enough and I had just jacked off so I got into the movie and finally went to bed. The next morning, I was not quite awake yet and I reached down for my cock and touched only the metal of the belt. I smiled. I wanted to jack off like I did every morning but that was now a thing of the past. I went to work, horny but feeling good. This is what I had worked for. I was trapped in an inescapable belt with the one and only key, a hundred miles away in someone elses home. I let out a subtle grunt as my cock tried to grow but couldnt. The device just squeezed my cock and balls. It wasnt really painful but it was VERY uncomfortable.

I spent the whole day at work getting hornier by the minute. Normally I could go a day or so without jacking off but the belt squeezing my cock and balls was a constant reminder that It was out of my reach. I stopped and the bar on my way home to get a drink and hopefully take my mind off my cock. It was a bad idea. The pace was full of women. It felt like my cock was having the life squeezed out of it. I swallowed my drink and went home. I felt like an idiot. I had gone for days before without jacking off but why was this different. Finally I turned on the TV and lost myself in another movie.

My whole week went like this with one exception. This belt was becoming unbearable. Each day was more torture than the previous day. Finally the weekend came and I just stood by the door and watched down the street for Marys car to arrive. I literally put a chair by the window and stared at my neighbors house. It was about 2PM when her car pulled into the driveway. I almost ran out the door. I was so fucking horny by now, I couldnt even think straight. I had to mentally concentrate and force myself to act normally as she walked up to my door and knocked.

Me: “Hi Mary.”

Mary: “Hi. Heres the key. Ill be at my mothers house when you are finished with it.”

Me: “Thanks.”

I slammed the door and jammed the key into the lock and felt it click open. I didnt even go to the bathroom. I lay down right there in the front hallway and grabbed my rock hard cock. I jacked and pulled on it as if my life depended on it. It took only about 15 seconds and I shot a huge load all over myself and the wall. Usually I would lay back with my eyes closed and enjoy it but cumming once was not enough. I kept pulling on my cock so hard that I thought I would yank it off. A minute later, I was shooting another load all over myself. It wasnt as large but after the second orgasm, I lay there spread eagle on the floor with cum all over myself and the wall. It was a good five minutes later when I opened my eyes and sat up. I looked at my cum all over myself and the wall. It was a true testament to how horny I was. It looked like a horse came all over the place.

I looked at the belt and thanked the woman that made it. It was perfect. I never had such a great orgasm before.  I cleaned up, put the belt back on and got dressed. I was still amazed at how comfortable it was. I flipped the key over in my hand and walked over to my neighbors house to give the key back to Mary. She and her mother were sitting at the table with coffee just chatting and catching up. They thanked me for allowing Mary to visit every weekend instead of every other weekend. I was almost shaking as I slid the key across the table to Mary. She smiled and put it in her purse.

Mary: “How does this work? Do you smoke a cigarette every weekend?”

I had to think fast. I had NO idea what kind of therapy something like this would be and I had to make up a believable story.

Me: “Yes. I smoke a couple of cigarettes and then lock the pack back up. I have been craving one all week but I am determined to quit.”

Mary: “It still sounds weird but as long as it helps I will do what I can to help you.”

Me: “Thank you.”

My cock was straining against the belt already. I had given serious thought to keeping the key but this is what I wanted. Still, it was difficult to give the key back. I gave her another $30 and went home. I took a look back at her car and started to clean the house to keep my mind occupied until she left.

It was about five weeks later when I was sitting in my usual position. I was sitting by the front window waiting for her car. I would think that this would get more tolerable over time but it was getting worse. I decided to keep the key this time and do something else. I watched and wondered as I saw a different car pull up. A man stepped out and knocked on the door. The old woman was obviously happy to see him. She smiled and gave him a big hug and led him into the house. I just sat there and waited for Mary to show up. It was about an hour later when the man knocked on my door.

Me: “Hi. What can I do for you?”

Man: “Hi. My name is Brian. I am Marys brother. She said she cant make it this weekend so she gave me this key to give to you.”

Brian held up the key but when I reached for it, He put it back into his pocket.

Me: “I just need it for a few minutes or so. It is helping me quit smoking.”

Brian chuckled and said: “Mary told me about the whole thing. Where is this mysterious box? I want to see it. Why do you only have one key? Are you simply cheating and smoking whenever you want to?

I was getting nervous. There was no box to show him.

Me: “Its not here right now. I had to have it repaired. That is the only key. It would be pointless to cheat when I want to quit.”

Brian smiled and said: “Fine. I will be here for a couple of hours. Go get it and I will give this to you.”

He held out the key but when I grabbed for it, he laughed and pulled it back. He was bigger than I was so there was NO way for me to take it from him. He was still chuckling as he walked back to his mothers house. I just stood there staring at him as he left. Fear was crawling up my spine. What the hell was I going to do? There was NO box to show him. It was a couple of hours later when he came back.

Brian: “Well, wheres the box?”

Me: “I couldnt get it today. The shop was closed.”

Brian: “Thats bull shit. If you couldnt get the box then why would you want this key so badly? Heres the deal. You will not get this key back until you show me what its for. This doean;t fit no damn box. This is a weird key and I am curious what it opens.”

Me: “I cant get the box today. Just give me the key and I will give it back you Mary next weekend and start over.”

Brian smiled and said: “I dont think so. I live in town here and I told Mary that I could keep the key for you. It is too hard for her to keep driving this far every weekend. She is so concerned about your smoking. Ill see you next weekend.”

As Brian walked away, I yelled: “Wait!”

Brian kept walking and yelled back: “Ill see you next weekend, dude.”

I yelled again but he just got into his car and drove away. I began to rub the outside of the belt but it was no use. I needed that key. My cock was once again straining against the belt but it was no use. It was trapped. The entire week was hell for me. I found myself rubbing the outside of the belt almost continuously all week. I even spent a great deal of time on my hands and knees humping the air. I began to try and push my finger up my ass but the screen covered my ass hole. I took walks in the country and spent some time jogging. It helped a little but my mind was now focused continuously on my cock trying to escape its metal prison.

Next weekend, Brian pulled back into his mothers driveway and went into the house. I had been racking my brain as to what I was going to do. I couldnt keep making excuses about a box that didnt exist. I took a deep breath and simply decided to tell him the truth. I had no choice. Unless he found out what the key was for, he would never give me the key. An hour later, he knocked on my door.

Brian: “Well? Have you decided to show me what this key opens? If you give me one more story about a box that doesnt exist, I will keep this key for good. Spill it dude.”

My shoulders slumped.

Me: “Come on in. I will show you.”

I opened my pants a little and showed the belt to him.

Me: “It opens this.”

He just stared at it for a few seconds before speaking. I could see his momentary confusion.

Brian: “Take your pants off. I want to see the whole thing.”

Me: “Just give me the key.”

Brian: “You are in no position to make demands. Drop them!”

I slumped and pulled my pants down.

Brian: “Strip. Take off everything.”

Me: “Come on. Just give me the key.”

He scowled at me and said: “Ill see you next weekend. Youre not getting it until you show me the whole thing.”

As he turned to walk away, I quickly began to pull my clothes off and yelled: “Wait. Here it is. See?”

Brian turned around and looked.

Brian: “Turn around and bend over. I want to see all of it.”

I turned around but stood up straight. But when I looked back at him, he was walking away. I quickly bent over and yelled: “Here it is. See?”

Brian: “Too late dude. Ill be back next weekend.”

Me: “Wait! Please!?”

He drove off.

Continued in Part2………

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