Total Chastity Toy

Chapter 2

I’d never lost the desire to have my genitals confined and so always wore at least one pair of firm control briefs under everything else, complete with a rigid cup that contained my genitals. Marianna had agreed to take control of that portion of my anatomy, and to enhance her control, I added a web of leather belts to most of my corsets and back braces. These were secured with small padlocks, with her being the holder of the keys and so this meant, of course, that the briefs and cup underneath were effectively locked on until she decided to release me. The next step came when I started using in-dwelling Foley catheters, and so could remain sexually confined all day and night, being released only for one hour in the morning for bathing and toilet needs. Marianna would also release me, very occasionally, for s*x, but as time passed, more often than not, that involved me pleasuring her while I remained fully locked up. It was a strange development, but I found that I derived tremendous satisfaction from this type of activity and it grew until I was achieving a form of orgasm I had never dreamed was possible, one without ejaculation or even an erection! The sensations were much more mental and emotional than physical and it was the most fantastic thing I had ever felt to that point.

Everything changed when I turned 32, when I had a heart attack and suffered total cardiac arrest eight times. The doctors didn’t think I’d survive, but I did, and surprisingly, was left with only minor heart damage, but continued to have arrhythmia problems. The doctors tried all the medications, but eventually had to implant an Automatic Implanted Cardiac Defibrillator (AICD) to ensure that my heart would continue its normal rhythm. It worked and still works well, but the doctors strongly recommended that I not return to work.

Marianna and I discussed this advice and the situation in general and decided that not only would I retire, but she would also, then we’d sell our home and move to the house on the 200 acres we’d purchased in the mountains, a couple of hundred miles north east of Los Angeles. We had enough saved and invested that neither of us would ever have to work again and we could begin working on what would make us truly happy, so we put our home on the market and soon were in escrow, preparing to move.

During my convalescence, I spent a lot of time surfing the internet and that was when I found ALTAIRBOY’s site. The steel chastity belts then available were a considerable revelation for me and one in particular became a ‘must have’... a Latowski. It was an incredible piece of German engineering excellence and would completely enclose me and be utterly inescapable. Of course, I showed Marianna the web site and pictures of it and she spent a lot of time studying them, then said that it certainly was a formidable control and security device and the implications of allowing it to be locked on one’s self were even more interesting. She asked if I was really sure that was what I wanted and I told her I was definitely intent on obtaining and wearing one, with her holding the keys. I thought I knew what I wanted and I know now, that she definitely wanted that to happen also. She had just been waiting for me to broach the subject.

CHAPTER 2

Conditions of My Contract

A couple of days later I finally got up the nerve to reveal to Marianna everything that was on my mind and started by telling her how much I wanted to be a ‘disabled’ woman, all the time. We discussed it for a couple of weeks and she eventually indicated that she didn’t have any problems with my desires, but asked intently if I really wanted to be a woman. I told her that I wasn’t completely sure yet, but yes, I wanted to have real breasts and at least try living full time as one. She at last replied that I’d better make up my mind, because it would be very difficult to live as a man with undisguisable breasts, and of course her point was a valid one. I told her then that I was now sure, and I did want to live as a woman from that point forward. She smiled happily and said that was fine with her, but she had some conditions, if that was going to happen. This surprised me, but she continued that from now on she would only refer to me by the feminine form of my first name, and too that I would henceforth answer only to ‘Charli’. That evening she presented me with a page that listed her conditions and I began to realize that she had done a lot of research and actually been planning this for some time. Her conditions were as follows:

I would have all of my body hair removed by laser surgery and keep it that way from then on. Continuing Laser treatments would follow to ensure complete and final removal.

I would be required to let my head hair grow and it would be cut in only a feminine style.

I would be required to let my nails grow and keep them at least ½” long, manicured at all times. Nail polish would be mandatory.

I would have my eyebrows laser removed and in their place they would be tattooed on, as would eye and lip liner. My lips were also to be permanently decorated with tattooed on ‘lipstick’.

I would have my larynx surgically tightened to give me a higher pitched voice.

I would be required to have 42-D cup-sized breast implants and to accept and undertake any other future surgical figure enhancement she required.

I would always be required to wear a tight bra and a true corset (not just an elastic girdle).

I would always wear support type stockings and they would be gartered to the corset and/or suspender belt.

I would wear back and leg braces at all times I was not bathing.

I would,from then on, wear only skirts and dresses. No trouser garments would be permitted.

I would be required to wear a custom made, remotely controlled, inescapable chastity belt and wear it at all times: 24/7/365.

She would possess the only key and release would be at her pleasure only, not mine.

The chastity belt would be used for either reward, training or punishment.

I would, from the signing of our ‘agreement’ always in the future, address her only as “Mistress” and never by her name.

This list really threw me a curve, needless to say!

There would be no going back and my comfort didn’t seem to be real high on her agenda, but I now knew that ‘inescapable’ male chastity belts really did exist and so her interest in the Latowski belt made a lot of sense. The idea of being kept locked in one was exciting, but also more than a little scary because once it was locked on, I’d be utterly unable to get out of it. And... what was this “Mistress” thing? Marianna let me study the page of her conditions for a long time, then informed me that none of them were in any way negotiable. I was stunned when she said that after I’d agreed to this first set, she had more, but didn’t want to throw too much at me at once. I had 24 hours to make up my mind.

That night I lay awake until the very early hours, thinking and fantasizing. The idea of being unable to go back was, really, my only reason to be hesitant, but the thought of living as a woman, and especially seeing and feeling real breasts on my chest, left me no real choice. Although the idea of her having the only key to a real and extremely secure chastity belt; one that I would be kept locked into all of the time, was relatively new, being kept like that was truly a thrilling concept and high on the list of pros while I went over her initial list. I managed to wait until we sat down for breakfast to tell her that my answer was definitely yes to every one of her conditions and she gave me a happy smile, then said she wanted to get on to the rest of my fetish dreams. I listened in shock when she said that the next set of conditions was far more stringent and if I didn’t unconditionally agree to all of them, the first 13 were void and our marriage would end. Her reason, she stated, was that if she agreed to my desire to live as a woman, it was only fair that the woman I was to become would live by her terms.

Marianna handed me another sheet of paper with the second set of conditions and when I read them, they had very little to do with my living as a woman, but definitively spelled out what was required of me, for in effect, I would become her slave in all respects. The list was as follows:

I would speak only when she gave permission.

I must instantly obey all of her orders, with no questions.

I would be dressed in any clothing she desired.

I must not request to be dressed in any clothing, device or apparatus not ordered by her.

I must not request that any clothing, device or apparatus ordered by her be removed.

I would not be permitted to object to her inserting any device or apparatus in any or all of my body orifices, present or future.

I must not suggest or request that my body be placed in, connected to, or attached to any device.

I must not suggest or request that any device or apparatus be placed in any of my body orifices.

I must not request that my body be disconnected or removed from any device or apparatus.

I must ingest, allow be forcing into any body orifice, or injecting with, any substance she wished.

I must not request that any substance be removed from any body orifice.

I must submit without question or argument to any and all medical procedures deemed necessary by her, at any time.

I must agree that my failure to follow any of the above rules would constitute a failure, on my part, to fulfil the contract.

I must agree that she had my permission to inflict any and all types of corrective punishment, at any time and in any manner that she deemed appropriate.

I must agree that I could be confined, restrained, bound or leashed in any manner she desired, for whatever reason, and for whatever duration she required, at any time she desired.

After I read then re-read this extended list several times, Marianna asked if I agreed and would sign the documents. Shaking, I asked what types of devices and apparatus she was referring to, but she wouldn’t tell me and her only response was that surprise would add to my anticipation. After being married to me for so long, she knew enough about my interests and desires to have my body confined and restricted to guarantee that my wildest dreams could be fulfilled. With shaking hands, I took the pen she offered and quickly signed both of the sheets of conditions while chills of both anticipation and burgeoning terror ran through me.

Marianna took the sheets from my trembling fingers and said that it was time for us to get to work, but before the week ended, the lists I had just signed would be made into a legally binding contract by her lawyer, then be duly signed, witnessed and notarized. She immediately called her solicitor and made arrangements to get the lists couriered to his office, and then we would come in to have them signed and registered at the end of the week. The next thing she did was to make an appointment with a doctor she’d selected. I would get a full physical as well as having some other things taken care of that she insisted I would be needing as a part of my coming transformation. Marianna also made arrangements to meet with the contractor so that the plans for alterations to our new home in the mountains could be finalized and I began to wonder at how deftly I’d been manoeuvred into a situation she’d been planning all along. There was no doubt that I had, but what she’d done was the answer to a lifetime of dreams and so I didn’t care... but I should have.