Introduction to Chastity

Introduction to Chastity

Carla and I had been dating for about three months. She was unlike any
other girl I had ever known. Where most girls are rather passive and
submissive around men, Carla was just the opposite. She wanted to be in
control of things. She was aggressive and dominant, and she insisted I
assume the opposite role. At first I was resistant, thinking somehow my
male pride was at stake, but the sex with her was so good that I
suppressed my normal male instincts and went along with her desires. It
wasn't that big a deal actually. She liked to be on top during sex and
that worked for me too. I think I last longer when I'm on the bottom
and the girl is setting the pace of things.

One Friday night we were in her bed and just had sex. I was still on my
back and she was up on her knees looking down on me. "Peter, I've been
thinking a lot about our relationship and I want to take it to the next
level."

Oh fuck. She wants to get engaged; to get married. I'm so not ready
for that. "What do you mean Carla? What do you mean by the next
level?"

"Up till now our relationship has been one of relative equals. Yes I
make the decisions about what movie to see; what restaurant to go to,
etc. But when it comes to the bedroom it's been a mutual pleasure
thing. We have vaginal intercourse. You always have an orgasm. I
sometimes have an orgasm. I find that very unsatisfying. I want to
rearrange our sexual priorities. I want you to be willing to give me
pleasure without necessarily expecting anything in return."

"Well sure Carla. I want to be able to please you; to give you
pleasure, even if sometimes I don't have an orgasm myself."

"I'm very pleased to hear you say that Peter. So you're willing to go
along with my new program where your role will be to please others and
not to expect any self pleasure in return?"

"Yes Carla, if that's how you want it, I'll try to make sure you have an
orgasm even if I don't."

I told her what she wanted to hear. I knew every time we fucked I was
going to have an orgasm so I didn't think I my promise to her had any
downside.

"Good boy Peter. I'll make the necessary arrangements, have you
measured, and in a week or so we can start our new program."

"Have me measured? What do I need to be measured for Carla?"

"For your new chastity belt of course. Once your little Willy is under
lock and key, you'll be able to devote your full attention to my
pleasure and not dwell on when your next orgasm will be."
"Chastity belt? I thought that was something women wore back in the
middle ages. Do they even make those things anymore?"

"Yes Peter, they are still made. There is a company right here in
Chicago that makes chastity belts for both women and men. I'll schedule
your appointment in the morning. Chastity belts are all custom made to
measure. They have to fit snuggly in order to be secure."

"I don't get it Carla. How can I give you sexual pleasure if my cock is
locked up in some belt thing?"

"Obviously we can't have intercourse while you are locked Peter. But of
course there are other ways a girl can be pleasured that don't involve a
penis."

"You mean oral sex? You know I don't like doing that."

"Perhaps with a little more practice you'll come to appreciate serving
and pleasing me orally Peter. As you say, once you're locked in the
belt, your mouth, tongue and fingers are the only way to please me."

"But what about my pleasure Carla?"

"Oh you'll still be allowed self pleasure from time to time. I don't
expect you to remain permanently chaste. That would be cruel."

"Ok, so the deal is you get me this belt thing and I wear it sometimes
and go down on you so you get pleasure but I don't. And then other
times I don't wear the belt and I can have an orgasm too?"

"Yes Peter that sums it up nicely. Think of it as a little fine tuning
of our relationship. A bit of rebalancing. A few more orgasms for me,
and a few less for you. Is that something you'll agree to Peter?"

"Yes. I agree. I'll wear the belt thing sometimes and like you said,
you'll get a few more orgasms and me a few less."

"Excellent. I took the liberty of drafting a little agreement; a
contract which lays out the terms and conditions of your chastity Peter.
There's a copy on my desk in the den. Please read it and sign it. Then
we can move forward."

I got the paper from her desk. It was titled Chastity Contract. It
pretty much covered what she described. It said Carla would buy me a
chastity belt and I agreed to wear it and for her to keep the keys to
the locks and that she would remove the belt "from time to time" to
allow me sexual release. It seemed very straightforward. It's not that
I wanted to wear a chastity belt, but knowing Carla, if I didn't agree
to this, chances are it would be over between us and I didn't want that
to happen. I hadn't used the L word yet, but I knew I was falling in
love with her and I didn't want to destroy that over some silly belt.

I returned to the bedroom and signed the chastity contract, handing it
to Carla. She also signed it and dated it. She smiled. She pulled me
back into her bed and crawled up on top of me in the 69 position. This
was something new. She put her head between my legs and started sucking
my cock as she pressed her pussy against my face. Of course I had to
reciprocate. It was great; probably the best sex we ever had. I was
happy. I'll gladly wear a chastity belt if this is the result.

Monday after work I was measured for my new chastity belt. The
following Friday it was ready for my "final fitting". I had no real
idea what to expect. I assumed the belt would be made of leather, which
was a bad assumption. The whole thing was made of heavy stainless
steel. There was a steel belt that went around my waist and a curved
steel cup which covered my genitals and attached between my legs to a
coated steel cable that rested in my ass crack and ran to the back of
the belt. Inside the cup was a penis tube. It was designed so my cock
pointed down and slid into the tube as the belt was pulled into place.
The tube terminated with a number of perforations where urine could flow
out if I had to pee while wearing it. The whole thing was held together
with a heavy brass padlock. Once the padlock was closed the belt maker
handed Carla the keys. It was heavy. It was tight. It was anything
but comfortable. She wrote a check to pay for my belt while I got
dressed again.

We drove home in relative silence. I put my hand over the crotch of my
pants and rubbed. I could feel nothing but cold steel. There was no
way I could get any sexual stimulation while locked in this b**stly
contraption.

When we arrived home Carla opened a bottle of wine and we sat in the den
and drank a toast "to my chastity". I didn't think it was something to
be celebrated, but I sure did need a drink at that point. We polished
off the bottle and Carla told me to open another which I did. We sat
sipping wine in silence.

I had to pee. "Carla I need you to unlock my belt. I have to pee."

"Peter you heard the man who made your belt. It doesn't need to be
removed for you to use the toilet. I wouldn't advise going standing up
anymore but you can sit and pee in the toilet just like I do. It's
really not a big deal. The belt is stainless steel. Urine won't damage
it. Just be sure to wipe the shield after you finish."

I did as instructed. It was a little messy but manageable. I returned
to the den. I looked at Carla. I had to ask. "So when are you going
to unlock the belt so we can have sex?"

"There is no fixed schedule Peter. I'll unlock you when I think it's
appropriate. A lot will depend on your behavior."

"What do you mean, my behavior?"

"Your behavior Peter. How helpful you are with the household chores;
how well you take care of your personal appearance; how many times you
give me oral pleasure."

"So you're saying the more housework I do; the more oral sex I give you,
the more often you'll take this belt off?"

"Yes precisely Peter. Orgasms are your reward for being a good boy.
Time in chastity is your punishment for being a bad boy and not pleasing
me."

I finally started to figure out that me locked in a chastity belt and
her holding the keys gave her an enormous amount of leverage over me.
My sex life was no longer under my control. Shit, I couldn't even
masturbate with this thing on.

After finishing the wine we went to bed. I was on my back when she
crawled over and sat on my face. "Get busy Peter. I need an orgasm."

I got busy. I had no choice really. She started moaning and panting
and I could feel the beginnings of an erection. Then I felt the pain.
I wanted to scream but she was still on my face. Finally she finished
and rolled off me. Tears were running down my cheeks.

"Peter what's wrong dear?"

"I started getting an erection and all of a sudden it felt like someone
was sticking needles in my dick."

"Oh yes I forgot to mention that. I had them line the inside of your
penis tube with some sharp points. When you attempt to get an erection
you'll feel them. It's a training device Peter. Erections equal pain.
You want to avoid the pain, so you will eventually learn to avoid
getting erections. Its quite simple but the belt maker highly
recommended that option."

"Well I guess when I'm locked in the belt there isn't much point in
getting an erection anyway since I can't do anything about it."

"That's right Paul. They call them chastity belts because they assure
that you remain chaste. Once you learn to stop having erections you can
focus all of your sexual energy on pleasing others. Won't that be
wonderful?"

"Wonderful for others, but not so great for me Paula."

"There you go again. You can be so self centered. You should thank me
for locking you in the belt. It's going to make you a much better
person in the long run."

I figured it wouldn't cost me anything to suck up to her and maybe it
would convince her to unlock the belt sooner. "Thank you my love for
locking me in my new chastity belt and helping me to become a better
person."

I slept poorly that first night. I kept rubbing the front shield of my
belt hoping it would somehow give me some stimulation, but of course
that was an exercise in futility.

I wore the belt 24/7 for the first week. Finally Carla said she needed
to unlock me. I was so ready for sex. The longer I stayed locked the
hornier I got. She had me sit on a chair in the kitchen. Then she
produced a pair of steel handcuffs that looked genuine. She told me to
place both hands through rungs in the chair back and handcuffed my
wrists together behind the chair. Then at last she unlocked and removed
the belt. I immediately sprung an erection. After a week's confinement
what do you expect? She left me cuffed to the chair and put the belt in
the kitchen sink, washing it with soap and water.

She returned to the chair and used a washcloth to wash my crotch and
penis. Then she shaved my pubic hair. My cock remained erect and I was
dying for her to touch it. If she didn't want intercourse she could at
least give me a hand job. But no. Once me and the belt were dry she
got a bowl of ice cubes from the freezer and started to ice my genitals.
The shock of the cold ice and water caused my erection to wither. Once
I was soft she slipped the belt back on me, making sure my penis filled
the tube with the steel points inside. She locked the belt tight and
went somewhere else in the house (probably to hide the key). She
returned and unlocked my wrists freeing me from the chair but once more
chaste and locked in the belt.

This cycle continued for three weeks. I remained in the belt 24/7 and
it only came off once a week for cleaning and shaving. I hadn't had an
orgasm in almost a month. Finally, at the fourth weekly cleaning she
slid a condom over my erection and jerked me off. I came very quickly
and it wasn't real satisfying but at least I got off finally. She
carefully pulled the condom off my now deflating penis and held it in
front of my face.

"Open your mouth Peter. I want to give you a taste of what girls taste
when they serve men orally."

"No Carla. I don't want to do that. That's disgusting?"

"Was it disgusting when I sucked you and swallowed it Peter?"

"No that was great. It was like the best sex we ever had."

"Open your mouth Peter. If you don't do this for me it will be two
months before your next orgasm. Now open up and eat it."

Two months? Oh my god. Not that. I started to cry but I opened my
mouth and she emptied the condom into my mouth. It tasted bitter and
salty. I wanted to spit it out, but just swallowed it as fast as I
could.

"Good boy Peter. Now it's time to lock you up again. I don't want to
spoil you after all."

Over the next month Carla's sexual appetite seemed to increase. She
insisted I serve her orally almost every night and some mornings as
well. I stayed locked and chaste. Four weeks from my last orgasm the
events of that night were repeated. She jerked me off into a condom and
I ate it. It didn't seem as bad this the second time. Maybe semen is
an acquired taste.

A couple days after my second orgasm Carla came home with something new.
It was an array of stainless steel bands and chains the purpose of which
was not obvious to me, though I surmised it came from the man who made
my chastity belt.

"What's all this stuff Carla?"

"I bought some nice accessories for your chastity belt Peter. Go get
undressed and then come back to the kitchen."

I took off my shoes, socks, pants and shirt. I stopped wearing
underpants when I got my permanent steel ones. I returned to the
kitchen naked but for the chastity belt.

"Stand over here in front of me dear."

I stood facing Carla.

"Lift your left leg."

I steadied myself with a hand on the kitchen table and raised my left
foot. She bent down and slipped a steel band over my foot and held it
by my ankle.

"Put your foot down please."

The steel band was about eight inches in diameter and made of flat steel
about an inch wide and about the same thickness as the waist band of my
belt. There was about a foot long piece of flat chain attached to a D
ring on the side of the band. She pulled the band up my leg. It got
tight at about mid thigh. She then pulled the flat chain up to the side
of the waist band of my belt. When I got the belt there were D rings on
each side of the waist band which had no obvious purpose until now. She
attached the flat chain to the waist band with a brass padlock. She
repeated the whole process with my right leg. Then she took a short
length of chain and ran it through small D rings on the inside of each
thigh band. The chain then ran up to my crotch and looped through
another small ring on the bottom side of my shield. The two ends of the
chain were padlocked together, forming a triangle which held the two
thigh bands about four inches apart and kept them even.

"Oh Peter that looks lovely. I'm getting horny just looking at your new
steel. Walk around a little; see how the thigh bands feel."

When I took my first step I realized the thigh bands were really a
hobble and forced me to take short mincing steps. I could still walk,
but certainly couldn't do any running in this contraption.

"That looks good Peter. I think I'll leave the hobble chain as it is
for now. Once you get used to it, I will probably shorten it a couple
of links to further restrict your stride."

"Why are you doing this Carla? What's the point of making me wear
this?"

"I'm doing it because it pleases me Peter. And because you wearing it
pleases me, that should also please you."

"Yes but aside from the bondage aspect of it, what purpose does it
serve?"

"As you can see, it shortens your stride; it hobbles you; it handicaps
you. It makes you more submissive and gives me a greater sense of
empowerment. It also prevents you from spreading your legs in an effort
so somehow defeat your chastity belt. But perhaps most importantly, it
will force a rather dramatic change in your wardrobe and appearance."

"I don't understand. What has this thigh hobble to do with my
wardrobe?"

"Put your pants back on Peter."

I sat on the edge of a kitchen chair and pulled my pants on. As I
pulled them up it became obvious. The hobble chain meant I could no
longer wear pants.

"Carla, what am I supposed to wear. None of my pants will fit over this
hobble chain."

"Think about it Peter. What kind of garments don't have separate legs?
What kind of garment could a person in a thigh hobble wear?"

"Nothing. Nothing except maybe a skirt or a dress. Surely you don't
expect me to start wearing skirts?"

She just stared at me and didn't respond. "Carla, you can't be serious.
You really want me to wear girls clothing?"

"You really have no choice Peter. Unless you want to go to the grocery
store wearing nothing but your chastity belt and thigh bands you will
most certainly have to wear a skirt or dress."

"What about work? I can't go to work dressed like that."

"Yes that would be rather humiliating wouldn't it dear. But not to
worry. Your resignation letter went to your boss this morning. I don't
want my loving girlfriend to suffer any unnecessary embarrassment."

"How am I suppose to pay my bills without a job Carla?"

"You'll have to rely on the kindness of your girlfriend Peter. If
you're a good girl I'll take care of your personal finances from now on.
All you have to worry your little head about is taking good care of me
and my home."

All of a sudden I'm her girlfriend; not her boyfriend. She wants me to
be a good girl. She wants me to start wearing skirts and who knows what
else. All she would have to do is unlock that stupid hobble chain and I
could keep wearing pants; keep being her man. I guess she doesn't want
a man anymore. She sure isn't using my cock since locking me up. All
she wants is my tongue. All she wants is her girlfriend's tongue. I
started to cry. All these changes were just too much to cope with. I
don't want to be a girlfriend. I want to go back to how things were
before she locked me in this damn belt. But I know she will never go
back to that. I signed the contract. She wants to change me. She is
changing me in more ways than I could have imagined. Chastity belts;
thigh hobbles; skirts. What next? Nylon stockings and high heeled
shoes?

I love her but I feel trapped by her. I signed a chastity contract. It
gives her total control. The contract has no expiration date. I'm
stuck in this chastity for as long as it pleases her; for the rest of my
life even.

Carla called it a night. I hobbled to the bedroom taking tiny girly
steps. Carla got on top of my face and I gave her oral service. After
two months in the chastity belt I was finally getting used to it, and
now this new encumbrance. I couldn't get comfortable in bed; couldn't
cross my legs or spread them. I slept fitfully but knew that this too
was something my body would eventually adapt to.

The next day I stayed home and did some laundry and ironing while Carla
went shopping for me. She returned loaded down with packages. I got
four new skirts and four blouses. Worse than that, there were several
packages of nylon stockings and boxes of high heels.

Over the next few months Carla totally replaced my wardrobe. There were
more skirts and blouses, some fancy dresses and even a couple of maid's
uniforms I wore when doing housework while Carla was at work. Oral
service was a daily occurrence while my little hand jobs were stretching
further and further apart. High heels were the only footwear allowed.
It seemed Carla wanted me to be a very girly girl.

I started wearing makeup and jewelry. She had my ears pierced. I got a
couple of girly tattoos. She took me to a doctor and got me
prescriptions for female hormones and a d**g that was supposed to dampen
down my male sex drive. I rarely got erections anymore, mainly because
of the conditioning of the spiked penis tube in my chastity belt. In
fact on those rare occasions when I was allowed an orgasm it was
becoming increasingly difficult to get an erection and to ejaculate.

The hormones did their work. My breasts started to develop and I
started wearing bras. Carla went back to the belt maker and had a set
of wrist and ankle cuffs and a collar made for me. They were all steel
and matched the style of my belt and thigh hobbles. Each cuff and
collar was secured with another brass padlock. At that point I was
lugging around nine padlocks; two wrist, two ankle, one neck, one
chastity belt and three on the thigh hobbles.

I had hoped that as I became more feminized Carla would relent and let
me stop wearing the chastity belt but she explained to me that even if I
had been a real girl she would have fitted me with a chastity belt. It
was all about control and power for her.

You must wonder why I put up with it. Why I let her take control and
feminize me. I often ask myself the same question. I guess somehow in
addition to me fulfilling her needs, she is fulfilling my masochistic
need to submit and be controlled. We are complimentary. She completes
me and hopefully I complete her. I don't mind being a girl. It's nice
not to have to compete in the labor market; to be a stay at home
housewife. Carla's career is taking off while when I worked I was in a
dead end job with no future. I would rather be a rich woman's wife than
a poor girl's husband. I'm happy; Carla is happy; nothing else really
matters.