Secret Fantasies Fulfilled & Then Some

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

New House Rules & Fitted With My Equipment

“Uh, OK,” I agreed warily. “Then what?”

“Well, dear, you’ll remain locked in your chastity belt, wearing a urinary catheter and those lovely neoprene rings until the next overnighter. Simple, really.” She smiled happily.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” I asked with a tendril of worry emerging at the back of my mind.

“Oh yeah!” she grinned at me. “I want you to be really hot and horny when you do the next session. And too, I want you to be totally desperate to get those rings off.”

“Then you’ll let me out of the belt and I won’t have to wear the rings?”

“No, not quite that easy, Alex! You’ll go right back into it and the full set-up until the following overnighter, whenever that may be. That’s the rule from now on, Alex, if you ever want me to help you again,” she stated, very quickly taking firm command.

“Uh, OK.” I agreed a little reluctantly, but also with some shivering anticipation, having always wanted to experience the feeling of being locked into an inescapable chastity belt, with someone else controlling the keys other than me. The Latowski was certainly that as I’d discovered soon after buying it and trying it on for the first time. However, until now, I’d always had the keys in my possession and could release myself any time it became too much to bear.

“Excellent!” Jessica smiled evilly and happily at me across the table. “Now, go and get all the keys for all of your other restraints before you put on your belt. When you come back with them, bring those neoprene rings. Once you’re wearing them and your belt is locked again, then you can head for the bedroom and get some more sleep. You still look pretty much done in.”

“OK. There are only two keys for the chastity belt and I’ll get them and all the others for you right now.” I rose from the table and went to my office drawer, then the laundry room and retrieved all of the potent pieces of metal and a couple of neoprene rings (I had a dozen and a half of them), then a moment later handed everything to her. I went up to our bedroom, surprised to see that she’d followed me and she stood in the doorway, watching while I took the belt from the closet.

“Oh! That’s excellent!” she grinned, then snapped a command. “Put those rings on right now!”

First though, I had to fit myself with the urinary catheter tube. Jessica watched carefully while I cleaned it with a soap and water solution, then oiled the exterior of the eight inch long, black rubber tube with the swaged brass fitting at its end. I injected some of the silicon oil into my urethra, then slowly and with gasps of sensation, pressed the end of the oiled tube all the way up into my body. It felt strange going deeper inside me, then there came some resistance but it soon became fully seated, deeply resident within my body. I slipped the extended end with the brass fitting into the external male catheter then rolled it onto my p***s so that its interior, self adhesive side stuck to my flesh, then took the first of the thick neoprene and stretched it wide and slid the central hole over myself and slowly let go when it rested against my abdominal wall. The ring attempted to resume its original size and immediately began gently strangling me. The sensation was certainly an interesting and arousing one, at first, and I felt myself begin to erect, then I looked over at Jessica.

“OK, Alex, put the other one on too!”

As is the best way, I stretched this one wide and slipped it down over my p***s until it was next to my belly and let it slowly close between the first ring I’d applied. This had the effect of doubling the feeling of strangulation and my p***s surged into an even more demanding erection! I shuddered, feeling the entire ensemble very intensely, but Jessica had no intention of allowing for any play time.

“OK, Alex. That’s to be the kind of inner chastity bondage you’ll be subject to from now on. Put on the rest of the belt, right now, if you please!”

Wordlessly, I grasped the covering, steel shields of the ‘belt itself, pulled them around my waist, then worked a little to fit the securing posts through their holes on the front waist portion of the belt, just forward of the tops of the curves of my pelvis. It was getting to be a struggle to do, as I had gained weight. Once I’d slipped the left side post through and closed the lock, the right side one was difficult, but at last it passed fully through its hole. This was the moment of truth. When that lock closed, I was going to be fully in chastity with no way of escaping it. Jessica looked at me then spoke sharply in a commanding voice, she’d never before used when speaking to me.

“Alex! Close that lock right now!”

I glanced at her unsmiling face, then slowly pressed the lock shackle down and heard it close with a soft ‘Click!’ that sounded like the crack of doom to me. I stood there for a moment feeling a little foolish and she came over to me.

“Hhhmmm!” she mumbled, walking around me and rapping on the shiny steel of the shields with her knuckles. “Now Mr. Happy is very demanding, isn’t he? Too bad he’s completely locked away so that you can’t touch him. Nice! With the belt as tight as it is, you can’t get out of it and you can’t touch any part of your genitals, right?”

“Yes, that’s the way it’s designed to fit,” I replied, yawning mightily, despite my throbbing but captive erection inside the chastity belt. “The damned thing is totally secure.”

“Better and better!” Jessica exclaimed. “What about these posts at the joints ... the ones with the holes in their ends? And, also, the D rings on the front and back covering plates?”

“They can all be used for restraint purposes,” I replied reluctantly, blushing with embarrassment.

“So ... you bought the whole enchilada?”

“Yes, I did.” I admitted sheepishly. “This version of the belt is the heavy duty one and even has a remotely-controlled shocker as well, for ... uh ... discipline and training.”

“Now that’s very interesting!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly. “So ... Is the shocker now installed and mounted under the steel covering so that you can’t get at it, or, better yet, turn it off? Is it fully charged and operational? Where’s the remote?”

“Correct on all your questions, dear. Yes, the shocker unit is installed in its holder in the silicon liner and there’s no way I can get at it. It has been fully charged and is definitely operational. Its range is about 500 metres and the charge will last for eight hours of full strength stimulation, or a lot longer if it’s only used occasionally,” I answered with some worry. “Here’s the remote control,” I said, handing her the key fob-sized, tear drop-shaped control, hanging on my car and house key ring. She removed it immediately.

“Show me how it works,” she demanded.

I explained its operation in a minute, then she dropped it into a pocket of her skirt, together with my belt’s keys and all the others. Another small shiver of worry climbed my spine.

“I assume that with the belt being made of stainless steel and the liner being silicon rubber, you can shower and bathe while wearing it? How about cleaning the family jewels?”

“Yes, the belt is designed so that it can be worn for literally months on end. As to cleaning ... there are ports on the side of the crotch cup that allow the injection of washing water, electrical contact gel or medication if it’s needed, so there are no worries there.”

“It’s a marvelous design, but how about urinating and bowel movements?”

“The inner pocket for my d**k has a hole at the end and the outer side has a ridge that slips into a matching hole in the steel cover. My insertable catheter works well for urination, and too, reminds me all the time that it is there inside me. The swaged brass fitting on the end is used to connect to an external urine catchment, and it also presses the catheter further up into my d**k when I don’t sit just right as an additional form of discipline. As you can see, at the back there’s a large opening to permit bowel movements, but I’ve devised a lockable cover plate for it, so that a hollow, electrifiable butt plug can be inserted and locked in. That way, enema’s can be used for colonic flushing and it’s also an additional area for discipline.”

“Those engineering arrangements are excellent!” she exclaimed. “OK. Into bed with you and try to enjoy a good sleep. I won’t chain you tonight, but you better get used to the idea that you’ll be spending a lot more time restrained, my dear, and you’re going to wear your chastity belt 24/7/365 from now on, unless I feel the need for sex.”

I should have realized that because she enjoyed my overnight session so much, she would follow through in a big way, but I had not expected it to happen so quickly! We kissed and I again slipped under the covers, but for the first time as her chastity-belted property. Sleep flooded over me while I tried to shift within the pervasive and inescapable grip of the belt around my waist, through my crotch and most of all inside, where my swollen and sensitive maleness was imprisoned in the isolating, silicon rubber. I shivered again with the (at that point) delicious thoughts of what I was going to experience as her ‘possession’. How much of Jessica’s possession I was soon to become, I had no idea.

The next day I showed her all of the restraints I used as well as all the machines in the play room and explained how they worked, then what they did to me at both low and high levels. She was most attentive, but made no move to use any of the equipment, leaving me to get used to being confined in my chastity belt 24 hours a day. For the first couple of hours of the previous night it was easily bearable and I reveled in the sensations and mental challenge of being locked into it, but then in the very early morning the thrill began to fade and I just wanted to be free of its constant, inescapable and deeply intimate confinement. Over the following days I more and more frequently felt my captive erection, but could only feel the encompassment of the liner and the constant, more and more oppressive strangulation of the neoprene rings. The superb design of the Latowski belt kept me from being able to touch myself in any way or to alleviate the sensations of the continual garroting and that alone soon had me frantic to escape. I dropped more than a few hints that I’d had enough, but Jessica pointedly ignored them. She’d hidden all the keys and I was more and more desperate to get out of the belt and particularly, get the rings off, but then the time came for my next over-nighter.

“OK, Alex, it’s time for another session in full rubber with the forced e-stim and vacuum therapy.” She smiled when I arrived home that evening. “Go downstairs and I’ll be along in a minute to release you from the belt then I’ll stay and watch you get yourself ready.”

That night was as intense as had been the first and once again I flamed out dramatically. She let me sleep the entire following night without being belted and I was too tired to attempt any sort of s****l activity at all. The next morning as soon as I came awake, she had me shower while she watched to make sure I didn’t attempt to masturbate, then once more made me lock myself into the Latowski and explain to her again how the remote control e-stim system worked. Being a quick study, Jessica easily mastered all of the details, but what surprised me was that she began using the remote control later in the evening. I was comfortably settled in my chair watching TV when I felt a sudden sharp series of pulses of electricity in my crotch, under the belt! I couldn’t help the surprised yelp I let out, turning to stare at where she sat curled up in her own chair, smiling happily at me.