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A Woolly Story
Part 5
Setting the Scene: -
Once again, a big thank you to everyone that wrote to me with their positive comments regarding part 4 of my woolly story about the factious characters David and Jennifer. It’s clear that there is a lot of interest in my idea’s surrounding electronic bondage and enforced feminisation. I hope I manage to get most of everyone’s ideas into part five.
At the end of part 4, David had just learned of Jennifer’s great ideas about her new cell and electronic enforced bondage.
Part five now starts several months after part four. David and Jennifer had continued to play their little games and poor David was being forced into more and more enforced feminisation, not to mention more restrictive and prolonged bondage at the hands of his girlfriend, Jennifer.
A Woolly Story Part 5
The passed three months had been the best of both David’s and Jennifer’s life! They had continued to play and experiment more with enforced cross-dressing, bondage of all descriptions and another weekend had been spent at the old Victorian prison. Last weekend Jennifer had even approached the subject of David moving in with her. It was clear that David liked that idea but also loved the reality of having his own place to go back to his own masculine life at the end of their kinky sessions. Jennifer respected David decision and they agreed to explore again in another month or two. Jennifer’s new electronic cell was going to ready next weekend so David was looking forward to spending some time with his beloved Jennifer, exploring the possibilities of new bondage idea’s.
It was Sunday night and David had been locked in the basement cell for the passed four hours, like most of the past four or five weekends, he was standing against the wall, hands manacled above his head and wearing a long and very heavy wool sweaterdress, made of the most beautiful thick cashmere. Underneath his male figure was hidden using a very tight silk with steel boning corset. His legs were clad in the usual thick Lycra tights. Like most weekends his face was covered using the female latex mask. During the past three weeks or so, Jennifer hadn’t even bothered to put on the protective Lycra covering below the thick latex. She told David that he should get used the hot, sticky plastic. His feet had been encased in high healed knee high leather boots so after four hours, his feet were killing him! No point calling out, Jennifer had gagged him using a long black cashmere scarf with a knot tied in the middle and held tightly between his aching lips, tied tightly behind his blonde wig.
It was getting dark outside; it must have been after seven as spring now meant the nights were getting much longer in rural England. Finally I heard the footsteps of Jennifer coming down the stairs to the tiny cell block, the outer barred door opening and the cell door being unlocked. Jennifer was magnificent in her bright red wool catsuit covering all of her body, legs, arms, hands and high collar. Her legs were encased in the same knee high, black leather boots that I wore but her head was free of any covering, leaving her long blonde hair to cascade down her shoulders. “How are you feeling my dear,” questioned Jennifer? All I could do was mumble a muffled response about my aching jaw and aching feet. Jennifer just laughed and explained that she had a surprise for me. She left the cell temporarily for a few minutes with a box in here hands. “I think we’ll blindfold you first David,” explained Jennifer as she untied the scarf that was gagging me, undid the knot and then wrapped the wet cashmere rag around my face, cutting out all light. Then she hoisted up the long and very heavy cashmere dress until she was able to pull down my Lycra tights and silk panties. She massaged my aching prick, which had risen and fallen all afternoon with over four hours of nothing to do except fantasise about my current position. I then heard Jennifer fiddling with something in the box and few clicking noises. The next thing I felt was a thin layer of plastic around my waist and I knew immediately that she was fitting chastity belt. “NO,” I screamed, not a chastity belt!!! Jennifer just laughed and basically told me that if I wouldn’t move in with her, she wanted control of me during the week when I wasn’t with her. I screamed again as she washed my prick down with an ice cold cloth. It shrank immediately and Jennifer then fed my best friend into a long plastic tube that came from the front of the waist band and tucking him away underneath. The waist belt hung loosely as I guessed it hadn’t yet been locked in place. Jennifer then removed the cashmere scarf that blindfolded me so well. She explained that I should have to watch the final locking process. I looked down in horror as Jennifer fitted a plastic skin coloured blanking plate that curved my abdomen, effetely removing any sign of my shrunken man-hood, now held tightly place, tucked well out of the way. This is the best bit David as she produced a rectangle, very slim digital display. On the red LED, it displayed ZERO but on the reverse side Jennifer starting to set the timer. I then knew I was soon about to be set into the fucking chastity belt for a prescribed length of time. “Well David, I’m away at a conference next week so to add to your frustration, I’m going to set this to release on Sunday evening, in exactly one weeks time.” I watched as Jennifer set the time to seven days, no hours and no minutes. She then reached round behind me and with a sudden click, the timer locked in place closing the back of the chastity belt and firmly locking it closed. Because the buttons were on the reverse side of the plastic LED read-out, the time couldn’t be changed until the lock had opened, now seven days away or should I say, “Six days, twenty three hours and fifty nine minutes away!” Jennifer then pulled up my silk panties, followed by the thick Lycra tights and smoothed the cashmere dress back down. “That’s better,” she said with a massive grin on her face.
As she unlocked my hands from the iron manacles Jennifer explained that it would be fun, well maybe not for me. She explained that I could easily take a piss, have a shit but suggested I keep the belt clean for hygiene purposes but as it was plastic, I could easily shower or bath while wearing it. Jennifer then explained that I couldn’t cut it off. The belt was made from the latest Teflon material that her company made. She then picked up a spare piece and demonstrated the durability of the plastic. All I could do was just stand there and watch in horror. After we were both happy, well Jennifer only, we headed upstairs for our usual Sunday dinner. We sat and ate together for the first time this weekend and I have to admit that I soon forgot about the chastity belt locked around my waist. Before leaving Jennifer allowed me to dress in my own male cloths and leave her for the next seven days. She was going away to Düsseldorf with her company for a conference first thing on Monday morning and wouldn’t return until Saturday lunchtime.
A week off hell!
The next days were painful. I’m typically a very horny person but every time I got an erection I understood the full potential of my enforced imprisonment. Jennifer called several times and turned me on even more by explaining what she was going to let me do to her next weekend. The plastic tube that encased my man-hood was rigid and didn’t allow any option for masturbation. By the time Friday came round, I was frustrated beyond anything I had ever experienced before!
The weekend
I woke on Saturday morning around nine by the noise of the front door bell. I quickly pulled on a towelling robe and headed downstairs, it was the mail-man with a package, a jiffy bag. I thanked him and then headed to the kitchen to open my package. A front door key fell out, along with a letter from Jennifer:
Good morning my dear David,
If you’re reading this note on Saturday morning, my plan has worked. I actually came home from Germany last night; I couldn’t wait to try out my electronic cell. You should have a front door key to my house. Please keep it because it is now yours, I want my home to be your home.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, I’ve planned a short stay in my cell to understand its potential. You will find the keys to the basement cells on the step, kitchen side of the barred door which will be locked. Please use it to come and go as you please in the cell block area. You will not be able to gain access to the timer control unit on the wall outside the new cell; the timer has it locked until Sunday morning, eleven AM.
I’ve actually set quite a complicated first programme. The outer cell door will stay locked until seven tonight. You’ll then be able to enter the cell but not beyond the locked barred wall. You’ll be able to see me standing with my back to the wall, locked hand and foot to the shackles, which will not release me until nine tonight. I hope you enjoy the sight but remember, you’ll not be able to help yourself until seven PM on Sunday, when your chastity belt is automatically unlocked. I set the inner barred door not to open until ten on Sunday morning, along with the shutters on the barred window. If you feel any way sorry for me, you will bring me a Chinese and pass it through the bars after nine, when the shackles come off tonight.
I’ll be quite frustrated myself as I’ll have been locked here since nine this morning.
I picked up the front door key to Jennifer’s house and had some breakfast before showering and getting dressed to head over to her place.
I arrived at Jennifer’s around midday and couldn’t wait to head downstairs and gain access to her cell block. Sure enough the keys to the cells were lying ton the step as described in her letter and a peak through the iron cell door, I could hardly make out the wool covered figure of Jennifer shackled to the wall of the inner cell. I then decided to get dressed myself so I went upstairs to Jennifer’s spare room to locate something appropriate for me to wear for a day like today. First I found all the cloths that would turn my figure a little more feminine so I decided to wear the sexy school uniform that I’d worn to Jennifer’s school reunion several months ago. One slight change was a pair of thick white Lycra tights that provided a slightly different view of my legs below the short tartan skirt. A white blouse provided a slightly sluttish look when left open just above my black Lycra cleavage. A pair of low pumps would mean a fairly comfortable day in cross-dress heaven.
Not a lot to do until around seven tonight when the outer iron door to Jennifer’s cell would open and I could gain access and a good look at the beauty held securely within. I simply made myself some lunch and watched TV until around five. I would love to play with some of Jennifer’s toys but there was no point with my prick locked securely between my legs. Seven o’clock was a long time coming! I headed down to the cell block at around six thirty and that last half hour lasted forever. I paced up and down the short corridor, looked around each of the three empty cells reminiscing about good times locked within them, I went to take a piss until finally I heard a loud “BLEEP” and the sound of the outer iron door unlocking.
I ran in to see Jennifer hanging there wearing the thick red catsuit she wore last weekend when she locked me into the chastity belt. Her head was completely covered in the really, really thick wool hood that she forced me to wear on several occasions and held in place by a very thick cashmere wool scarf, tied very tightly around her neck. “Are you okay Jennifer,” I enquired behind the barred wall? “Yes,” replied Jennifer but it was clear that she was now very uncomfortable, standing there all day, gloved hands shackled above her head. She explained that the heat from her wool body covering was overwelllming but she was enjoying the restriction. She badly needed to take a piss but clearly didn’t want to mess herself or the cell. There wasn’t much I could do but sit on the floor between the outer iron door and the inner bars of Jennifer’s electronic cell.
The Chinese arrived at half eight and I’d completely forgotten about my female attire when I opened the door to the astonished delivery boy. I hadn’t bothered to cover my face today, rather lounging around in a very comfortable state of partial cross-dress, not even a wig! At about five to nine I headed downstairs with the tray of food and got there just in time for another loud BLEEP and Jennifer’s shackles to release her from the wall where she’d been held all day. First thing she did was untied the wool scarf, removed the thick wool hood and take a piss. When she had reset her composure Jennifer explained that she loved my outfit but wasn’t pleased about my male face. Jennifer then explained that she would be doing something to change that in the very near future. I slid the tray of food under the bars and we sat and chatted, while we ate our food on the floor of the new cell. Jennifer said that the timer was a massive success, as long as the final parts worked, the inner bars and the shutters, which should open tomorrow morning. After dinner I told Jennifer that I was going to leave her for the night to rest as she had a busy day tomorrow. I asked her what she wanted me to wear in the morning and she explained that I was to wear a read catsuit just like hers but to put on the tight corset and leather hood to hide my face. I would find a steel timer collar with a hood lying on her bed and I should set the timer on collar to seven tomorrow evening to unlock around the same time as the chastity belt. I smiled and left Jennifer to rest. Before leaving the cell area, I didn’t take any chances by locking the barred gate closed. I headed upstairs, checked all the doors were locked to Jennifer’s house and went up to Jennifer’s bedroom for a good nights sleep. I first removed al the cloths I’d worn today and checked her second spare room and sure enough all the cloths Jennifer expected me to wear were all lying on the bed waiting for me tomorrow morning. I had a close look at the stainless steel collar with the locking device on the rear. On the front was the inscription, “Property of Jennifer.” I went back to Jennifer’s bedroom climbed into bed and turned off the light hoping that sleep would come soon, followed by Sunday morning.
Sunday Morning:
I awoke around nine and was pleased that day break had been and I could get up, get showered and dressed before heading down to make breakfast for both Jennifer and I. Her shower was fantastic and woke me up fully while I fantasised about plans with Jennifer later today. My prick tried to rise but now on the seventh day, I still had to fight to hold back my composure at been locked into the fucking chastity belt. After a shower and a shave, I went into the second spare room and first picked up the leather corset, which was a struggle to pull on but never-the-less I managed to pull the lace tight enough to form a fairly reasonable hour-glass figure for a guy. I then pulled on the red wool catsuit, which covered my entire body, including my head, leaving only two eyeholes. I wondered why Jennifer was asking me to wear the leather mask, which also only had two eyeholes and a couple of small holes around the mouth for breathing purposes. I then thought about it for a minute. If I put on this hood and lock it, I will not be able to eat so before Jennifer was getting her breakfast, I was going to have my breakfast first! As Jennifer requested, I pulled on the knee high leather boots, zipped them closed before unzipping the top of the catsuit hood so that could pull my head out and enable myself to eat freely. I then went downstairs and ate and reasonable breakfast as it would be a long time to dinner. It was only then when I heard a loud bleep coming from the cell area. I looked at my watch and sure enough it was now ten o’clock and that meant Jennifer’s cell would now be bathed in sunlight and the barred door would be automatically unlocked. Ah, but I had the keys to the outer barred door so Jennifer wasn’t coming upstairs until I had unlocked it. I could hear Jennifer shouting from behind the locked bars, demanding that I let her out. Needless to say, I ignored her while I finished my breakfast.
Before going down to the basement to let Jennifer out, I headed back upstairs, brushed my teeth before pulling the hood of the catsuit back over my head and closing the zip on top. The leather hood was very heavy and limned inside. I pulled the mask over my head and eased the zip down to the base of my neck. Picking up the steel collar, I set the timer to eights hours and forty minutes, which should mean that it would unlocked, just in time to co-inside with my chastity belt. I then placed the steel band around my neck and pushed closed the locking device. With a click and then a loud BLEEP, I knew the collar wasn’t coming off until around seven tonight, along with the leather hood and catsuit. Time to go and get Jennifer, I thought. As I made my way down to the basement, Jennifer was standing with her hands holding on the bars like a frustrated prisoner, which of course she had been for the last day or so. “You look great David,” she complemented as I unlocked the bars. “Would you now like to try out my electronic cell,” she asked? How could I refuse as we headed towards the control panel, which was now open?
Jennifer then started to explain as she set up the programme, “Right, let’s have you shackled and manacled until five this afternoon.” Next she set the inner door until four-thirty and the outer door until three, around four hours away. The shutter was set until noon so I would experience complete darkness. I headed into the cell while Jennifer followed behind. She explained that I should slide my hands and feet into the shackles and manacles as soon as I heard the bleep. I had only three minutes to get ready and then the steel cuffs would automatically close over, setting themselves to fit my ankles and wrists tightly but not too tightly. Jennifer then left the cell, sliding closed he inner barred door and finally closing over the outer door. Sure enough I then heard a loud BLEEP and I quickly eased myself into position and within a few minutes (three to be precise). I heard another loud BLEEEP and the cuffs started to close around my wrists and ankles. Jennifer was right they were tight but not uncomfortable. Next another loud BLEEP and the inner barred door locked. Another loud BLEEP signalled that the outer door was now locked also. Finally a fourth BLEEP and shutters came down outside the barred windows and the cell fell into complete darkness. It took a few minutes for my eyes to become accustomed to the pitch black of the cell. Even when I got used to the darkness, I still could barely make out the features of the small room that I was now to be a prisoner of until later today.
The cell was very dark and I tried in vain to pull my arms and legs out of the tight steel bindings that fixed me to the wall so effectively. It was going to be a long afternoon.
I stood there in the same place, hour after hour until finally the first BLEEP and I heard the outer door unlock. Soon my beloved Jennifer had turned on the cell light, which took me a few moments to readjust my eyes. “Good afternoon my dear, I trust you are okay,” enquired Jennifer? I explained that I was dieing to take a leak and get out of this bondage. I’d been locked into the fucking chastity belt all week and I was dieing to gain some sort of release from a weeks pent-up frustration. Jennifer just laughed, “All in good time darling.” We chatted for ages until finally I heard the second BLEEP and that formidable sound of the inner bars unlocking. Jennifer was now free to slide open the bars and enter the tiny cell. For the final half hour Jennifer lay on the bunk, removed her cloths and taunted me, by using a vibrator inside her hot and by now (I’m sure) very wet pussey. “Oh David, oh David, I bet you wish you were in hear right now,” she screamed until an organism finally took over her concentration. Finally five o’clock arrived and the loud BLEEP told me to prepare to be released from my bonds. Sure enough the manacles and shackles automatically loosened off and I was able to slide out my hands and feet. As soon as I was free, I rushed over to a very naked Jennifer who started to rub my entire cashmere covered body. She continued to taunt me as I got no release from the plastic chastity belt or the suit that was locked firmly in place until seven o’clock.
After I took a well earned leak Jennifer and I played with each other inside the unlocked cell. I had an idea and left the cell for two minutes and set the inner barred door and outer doors for two hours allowing me to lock both Jennifer and I inside the cell until I was free for the hood, suit and the chastity belt. As soon as I entered the cell again I pulled over the outer door, followed by sliding the inner bars closed. A loud BLEEP, BLEEP told us both that we were locked inside until the programme had run its course. “How long did you set the timer for David,” Jennifer enquired? “Never you mind darling,” I replied and again we started fondling each other, Jennifer’s naked body and my soft wool covered body. I noticed Jennifer getting excited again as I rubbed the soft cashmere against her pale, sensitive skin.
BLEEP! YES I thought to myself, the chastity belt has unlocked itself but there was no way I could get it removed until the wool suit that covered my body was removed. Another BLEEP sounded and the collar around my neck released. I was now able to remove the leather hood, followed by the red cashmere body suit that I was encased within most of today. Next I slid the timer unit off the back of the chastity belt and removed the plastic belt itself. I was now free to fuck Jennifer and gain release from a week locked in the fucking awful thing.
We made love for the next hour or so. I came several times before collapsing beside Jennifer on the small prison cell bunk. Another two bleeps sounded, which meant we were now free to leave the cell. I gathered the wool cloths and headed out of the cell a few minutes behind Jennifer. The sneaky bitch had then turned and locked the barred door to the cell block area and suggested that I showered down here. She would be back in twenty minutes and we could prepare Sunday diner. I couldn’t really do much but agree to Jennifer’s demands and I headed for a long and very refreshing shower. When finished I exited the shower area and returned with the towel around my waist to the locked bars. It wasn’t long until Jennifer arrived on the other side of the bars. “David, go back to the electronic cell, set the shackles and manacles for ten minutes and lock yourself into them please?” I wondered what she was up to but as normal, I followed her demands and within a few minutes, I was once again locked hand and foot in the new electronic cell. It didn’t take me too long until I released Jennifer’s devious plans as she approached and fitted the plastic chastity belt around my penis and waist. I screamed at her to stop but she just laughed and set the belt to lock until Friday. We had agreed to take a week off work and spend a few days with each other and Jennifer wanted me free from the belt on Friday, another five days away, locked in within the fucking awful belt. Within a few minutes Jennifer was done and suggested when I was free, I should go up to her bedroom and put my male cloths back on.
Sure enough I was free in only a few minutes and dressed again on a Sunday evening, when I would leave this wonderful girl again for a week on my own. Now the whole idea of moving in with her sounded so tempting but that was not going to happen for some time yet. We finished the weekend as usual, kissed good bye and we went our separate ways but for a second week I was still, completely within Jennifer’s control.
End of part 5.
Ed Kilpatrick
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