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Ed Kilpatrick’s
Belted into Submission
This story is my latest (summer 2010) effort of fiction, born from idea’s gathered from the greatest chastity site on the web:
This story was written specifically for Alterboy’s website so please do not post this tale anywhere else, without my express permission?
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Belted into submission
Setting the scene:
Married life had become dull over the past months. Fran, my wife of ten years now had started spending more time at the gym or with her friends; drinking wine or generally passing the time without me (George), her husband. Yes, we still spend time together, have meals out and even holiday twice a year but our sex life has changed over the years from every night to once or twice every few months (if I’m lucky). Even then, Fran was always instrumental in kicking off any love making sessions we have. At all times she ensures I deliver multiple orgasms using my fingers or tongue, before handcuffing my hands (always behind my back), climbing on top and screwing me until I exploded. Of course, I love what we do but these infrequent passionate moments mean I continue to satisfy myself, well into my early forties.
All this changed one Friday night just over a year ago. I would never forget that single point in time that has now changed my life forever!
Friday - March 14th 2009:
My weekends had now become far too often, lonely affairs. Tonight was no different, because Fran was going out to our next door neighbour’s house. Elaine was in her late forties and separated from her husband around twelve months ago. Since Elaine and Pete split up, Fran has been spending even more time with Elaine; either round at her place or at the gym, pub or with other groups of likeminded females in the village where we live. Anyway back to tonight: Fran had told me that she was going to Elaine’s for the evening as she was hosting a party. I was told this would be like an Anne Summer’s party but the toys on display and therefore being sold were much more hard core than the mass-market outfits and sex toys on sale at Anne Summer’s. Anyway, Fran left at seven, dressed up for the occasion in a short black dress that I’m sure was designed to make me jealous of her trip out tonight. Before kissing me goodnight, Fran stood back and asked:
“George, how good do I look tonight sweetheart?”
“You look absolutely gorgeous tonight petal, “I replied. “ I wish it was you and I going out tonight with you wearing that dress!”
Fran stood back, lifted a long blue cashmere scarf from the coat-stand beside the front door and wrapped it twice around her slender neck, leaving to two ends dangling across her ample cleavage. She didn’t bother with a coat as the walk to Elaine’s would take only about 30 seconds so her short black mini dress was simply complemented by the knee-high (high heeled) leather boots that ended in black Lycra tights that clad her long legs.
“Well sweetie,” responded Fran. “If I get horny later, I’ll send you a text, giving you thirty minutes to prepare for my return!”
“What preparation do you mean,” I questioned?
Fran just smiled and kissed me goodnight before heading out into the winter night for the short walk in her high heeled leather ‘fuck-me’ boots.
I went back to my solitary evening, the TV and then some surfing for stories on the web that would get me excited and the self gratification that would no doubt follow.
I was getting into an excellent story, when my mobile phone bleeped, with an incoming SMS:
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Hey Sweetie, I have bought you a present, three presents actually! Will be home at 11 to give them to you. Please be naked with your hands out of reach? XOXO |
It was ten thirty now so I’d thirty minutes to wait but I couldn’t so I saved the story, logged off the PC and headed straight for our bedroom. Within a few minutes I was naked and holding several pairs of handcuffs in my right hand, trying to decide which pair to use tonight? It was now 22:40 and with twenty minutes to wait, I took the most risky strategy, picking a pair of my favourite hinged cuffs, locking then around my right wrist (with the keyhole pointing up). Placing my left arm behind my back, I took hold of the open cuff, slipped it around my left wrist and with a deep breath, I closed the cuff to the sound that I knew meant freedom was now out of my own reach due to my risky strategy of ensuring the keyholes were pointed up and out of way of my fingers. Even with access to a key, I was securely cuffed until Fran’s return. So All I had to do was wait for her.
How stupid was I? Eleven came and went and so did eleven-thirty! I should have waited to cuff myself at the sound of the front door opening but here I was in our bedroom with my hands cuffed behind my back and no way of escape without the help of my wife, who still had not come home.
Finally at a few minutes after twelve, the front door opened to the sound of:
“Hi Honey, I’m home!”
“I’m up here where you want me,” I yelled back!
With the sound of footsteps on the stairs, Fran entered the bedroom with a grin from ear to ear and her hands behind her back, clearing holding and hiding something from me.
“Are you handcuffed,” asked Fran?
“Yes my dear," I replied "and I have been for over an hour now waiting on your return,”.
“Why could you not have just unlocked your own hands George,” Fran continued her questioning, placing whatever was in her hands, on the floor and therefore out of my line of sight?
“Because I stupidly used the hinged cuffs dearest and I can’t get out of them, even with a key,” I sarcastically responded.
Fran then moved round to the other side of the room and rolled me onto my side so that she could inspect the security of my cuffing.
“Very good darling,” she laughed, pushing the cuffs to test there was no give in either of them and at the same time, tightening each cuff that little bit more.
Fran then opened the bottom drawer of my bedside cabinet. This is where we kept our sex toys, which quite frankly meant a myriad of handcuffs, leg-irons and bed restraints. Picking out two short chained leg-irons, I knew what was coming next! Fran then headed for the base of our marital bed and locked each ankle to opposite sides of our king sized bed, rendering me even more useless than before, forcing me to lie uncomfortably on my back and therefore on top of my handcuffed wrists.
“You’re going to love this,” teased Fran as she seductively unzipped each of her knee high leather boots, leaving me sight of her black Lycra clad legs.
Picking up something from the floor that she had dropped earlier, Fran then climbed onto the bed and straddled my naked and bound body, hiking up her the hem of her very short dress:
“I’m wearing that black crotchless bodysuit you bought me last year,” remarked Fran, pulling up the hem of her mini dress, and sliding onto my erect cock, which was already showing signs of pre-cum.
This was even better I thought! Fran loved the Lycra and PVC bodysuits and catsuits that I’d bought her over the years. I also loved the way they made her curves stand out and she obviously got off on the way it made me feel as I stroked her body, while in them! No stroking tonight because I was restrained with my hands locked behind my back and my ankles stretched to opposite side of our bed!
“Umm, that’s fantastic,” I cooed as Fran squirmed while impaled on my cock!
“Oh yes, I nearly forgot,” teased Fran as she stopped squirming for a second to pick up the first present.
My first present was a ball-gag, with massive red rubber ball and black strap with a buckle. Fran shoved it into my mouth and lifted my head to buckle the strap as tight as she could, rendering me speechless and my bondage now even more severe.
“That’s better sweetheart, teased Fran. “Now I can get fucked in complete silence!”
Fran then started to squirm again, driving me nuts. She then pulled off her black mini dress, leaving me the sight of her black Lycra bodysuit with her long brown hair cascading over her right shoulder:
“Do you like what you see George,” Fran teased even more?
All I could do was mumph an inaudible response back at my wife who was screwing me so effectively.
“I guess you do,” responded Fran before picking up the second present, a black silk hood. “We’ll see what we can now about that!”
With those words, Fran slid the silk hood over my head and pulled the draw string tight around my neck. My world was now pitch black and without speech as Fran squirmed even more, bringing us both to an orgasm only a minute or two apart.
As with normal practice after sex, Fran got off me and went off our ensuite bathroom to clean herself. This normally took only a few minutes but for whatever reason tonight, I lay restrained, dumb and in darkness for much longer than usual. I mumphed as loud as I could to try and gain some attention from Fran, who had left me in a very uncomfortable position. My arms ached from being forced behind my back and my wrists were in agony from the tightness of the hinged handcuffs that kept them locked behind my back!
“Calm down my dear,” explained Fran as I could feel her climbing back onto our bed.
Instead of releasing me, Fran sat beside me, wiping the mess from around my own crotch and what cum was left on my cock, which by now was relaxing from a long session of lovemaking. What happened next has not only changed my life but was a shock that I’ll never forget.
It didn’t take me long to realise what was happening, because I’d read hundreds of Chastity stories from Altarboy’s web pages. It was still a shock as Fran started fitting the ring around my balls, which would be attached and locked to my penis tube. I mumphed and squirmed as best I could but with my hands locked tightly behind my back and my legs attached to the corners of our bed, Fran had no problems finishing the job and pulling the silk hood from my head, after loosening the drawstring from around my neck.
“There you go George,” laughed Fran. “I’d like to introduce you to your third and final present of the night!”
I could only see a tiny bit of the horror that my wife had force me into but as soon as my ankles were free and I rolled my legs off the bed, I could clearly see that my wife of ten years had locked me into a shiny steel chastity tube that would no doubt drive me mad for as long as she forced me to wear it.
“I think I’ll leave you to get used to it,” laughed Fran as she pulled on her black mini dress and leather boots, before announcing to me that she was heading back to Elaine’s party.
I once again mumphed at her and tried to wave my hands from behind my back but Fran ignored my pleas for release and left me alone to contemplate what had just happened.
Friday night turned into Saturday morning and I lay on my side in quite a bit on discomfort and pain, waiting for Fran to return, which didn’t happen until well after 2Am.
“I can see you’re still there, laughed Fran as she slipped out of her boots, then dress. “We have a lot to talk about George so bare with me a few minutes and I’ll be right back?”
Once again Fran headed into our ensuite bathroom and after about five minutes she returned in her rather sexy black Lycra body suit:
“Right George, things are going to change around here,” Fran started. “I’ve been disappointed at the way you’ve treated me recently. You’ve shown me no love and therefore I’m going to turn the tables for the foreseeable future. From now on you’re going to be locked in your chastity tube 24x7. I will release you for sex but only after I’ve had ten orgasms myself. Of Course, while you’re unlocked from the belt, you will be handcuffed in the same way you are now so escape is will be imposible, do you understand?”
I just stared back at Fran in complete disbelief of my current situation. I wanted to plead with her but I was still gagged and after the hours that I’d been forced to wear the fucking ball-gag, my jaw ached! I therefore just nodded in response.
“Okay George,” Fran continued. “I’m going to remove your gag but you’ll remain cuffed for tonight so I’ll be assured of my security.”
As the gag came out and I stretched my jaw, I turned towards Fran and pleaded:
“Sweetheart, you have nothing to fear from me,” I tried my best to reason. “Please darling, remove these horrible handcuffs as I’ve been stuck in them for hours and hours now and you surly can’t expect to leave me in them all night?”
Fran just looked back at me, with anger in her eyes:
“One more complaint from you George and the gag goes back on, followed by the silk hood,” she explained in a demanding mono-toned voice!
I just looked back in disgust but Fran wasn’t pleased as she lifted the silk hood and pulled it over my head, tightening the drawstring around my neck:
“I don’t want to look at your moaning face tonight so enjoy your enforced darkness,” she shouted as I was now left to endure what was left of my Friday night.
Saturday - March 15th 2009:
After what was an extremely restless night, I did finally get some sleep even if it was broken due to the pain in my arms. I had no idea what time it was when Fran finally jabbed me in the ribs:
“Waky, waky sleepy head; it’s eleven o’clock and it’s time to get up,” Fran shouted!
“I’ve no concept of time, stuck in this fucking hood,” I sarcastically replied.
Fran then looked straight into my eyes as she pulled the silk hood from my head:
“It’s time to earn one point,” she explained. “I’m as horny as hell just looking at you lying there naked and handcuffed so get your tongue over here and start earning an orgasm!”
I’d no difficulty finding the hole at the crotch of Fran’s Lycra body-stocking but using my tongue with my hands still cuffed behind my back was another challenge. Soon Fran was squirming so more and after what seemed like only a few minutes, she exploded:
“That will do nicely thank you George,” she praised as the hood was once more pulled over my head. “Just wait there until I’ve had my shower. If you’re a good boy when I get back, I’ll remove the hood and the handcuffs but I must warn you that you’ll be getting very used to being handcuffed while in my company around this house in future!”
With that, Fran was gone (again) and I heard the shower running from the nearby ensuite.
It was at least another thirty or forty minutes before I finally got my release. Fran pulled the silk hood off my head and give me a massive hug, followed by an extremely passionate kiss, before unlocking my very sore wrists:
“I’ve learnt something new already George,” teased Fran. “I didn’t realise that you couldn’t escape these cuffs even with a key due to the keyholes pointing up but I see now that it does make sense! I suppose it is good news for me and not so good news for you.”
Fran helped me rub some circulation back into my sore wrists, which had now spent nearly twelve hours in restraint:
“Thank you sweetheart,” I responded, trying to recover some feeling in my arms. “I love you so much but I’ve no idea what has come over you?”
“I told you George,” replied Fran. “I feel that you’ve been taking me for granted and I want some love back in our marriage. I love you too so taking control of your cock ensures that you will make an effort to please me; in fact I know that I’m going to enjoy our new change in circumstances. Anyway, time for you to go and get cleaned up. I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re ready and you’re going to take me out for brunch.”
The shower was fantastic and it gave me an opportunity to check out my chastity tube, which was made of stainless steel and forced my cock between my legs so taking a piss from now on meant a seat for me but apart from that, it wasn’t uncomfortable except the tightness around my balls and the moments in time when my dick wanted to rise to any occasion that in the past would have given me an erection. Other than that I knew I’d survive the tube but I wasn’t sure if I’d survive the mental torture that it would bring as I was normally a once-a-day guy.
The rest of our Saturday went well. Fran and I had an early lunch and then I drove her into town for some retail therapy. This was a unique experience for me because this was the first time ever that Fran and I had gone shopping together. As she put it, I was there to simply carry her bags and ensure she was looked after.
That evening I cooked dinner for us both and at around nine, we relaxed in front of the TV after drinking a bottle of wine:
“I’ll be back in a minute,” said Fran as she headed out of the living room.
I thought she was just heading to the toilet, which was downstairs as in most modern British homes but Fran actually headed upstairs and I could hear her pacing around our bedroom, which was the room above. It was when she returned that I knew where this change in circumstance was leading:
“Darling, stand up and turn around,” asked Fran, holding the pair of hinged handcuffs that I’d worn for more than 12 hours last night.
“But sweetheart, you don’t need to keep my in handcuffs,” I replied, trying to get out of whatever she had in mind.
Now I should also tell you that I love bondage and most of all, I love having my hands handcuffed behind my back. It gives me a feeling of complete submission and therefore while I was slightly reluctant to give over any more power to Fran, I did secretly love that she was taking this interest in cuffing me:
“Well okay,” I replied, standing up and turning around, before placing my hands behind my back.
“Now how did this go,” teased Fran as she placed the first cuff around my right wrist. “The key hole should be pointing up!”
With the sound of the second cuff closing around my left wrist, I knew from then on that I was once again in Fran’s control until she decided on the time of my release.
“How long should I expect to be cuffed this time Fran,” I quizzed?
“That’s for me to know and you to experience,” she laughed in response. “You’ll be cuffed until I say so but as I said this morning; you’ll be spending a lot more time in those handcuffs!”
I shuddered at those words before being invited to sit down on the sofa beside my wife, who used her hands to rub my leg, teasing my cock, who was screaming for release from his stainless steel prison.
“Is that annoying you George,” asked Fran as I squirmed to her touch?
“No, not annoying sweetheart, I responded. “It’s driving me insane because my dick is trying to escape his prison and it’s therefore very uncomfortable."
“Aw, that’s such a pity my sweet little husband,” Fran continued to tease. “Is your little Willy sore in his restraint? HA, that’s the idea!”
Fran continued teasing me but after what seemed like an age, she once again disappeared up to our bedroom. I remained in the lounge, handcuffed and frustrated until I heard her calling:
“George darling, would you come up here please,” called Fran?
I then stood up with some difficulty but all you reading this who have had your hands cuffed behind your back, will know how difficult it is to reach a standing position, when your arms are pinned behind your back. Anyway, I got to my feet and headed for our bedroom. Once there, I saw Fran lying on her back in red leather corset, attached to bright red stockings:
“Darling, will you please come here and give me an orgasm,” demanded Fran? "Remember, if you succeed, it will mean two points and only eight to go until I give you some release.”
I couldn’t believe my ears! Twice in one day? This was going to be easy!
I then slid down onto the bed and used my tongue to bring Fran to an orgasm, which turned into two after I continued beyond the first and she rose to the occasion for a second time.
“Fucked me George, that was fantastic,” praised Fran for the second time today!
“That was a double Fran,” I tried my luck. “That should mean two points!”
Fran just looked straight at me:
“I’ll tell you what George,” she explained. “If you give me a double orgasm, you will get three points as an incentive so you’re already on four points with six to go until your release.”
I thanked Fran for her generosity and we headed back downstairs to watch the late movie. Fran stayed in her red underwear and me with my hands still cuffed.
“Fran, do I have to remain cuffed,” I asked, trying to get comfortable in front of a good movie?
“Are you enjoying the movie,” asked Fran?
“Yes,” I replied!
It was then I realised that Fran was in a strange mood because she left the living room once again and fetched the ball-gag and black silk hood. Soon I was silenced and in completely darkness again. Fran explained that I’d probably spend most nights in handcuffs because it meant I could do little but spend more time with her and any complaints would result in me experiencing more of the other two toys she’s bought at Elaine’s yesterday evening.
First Release:
I got the chance to satisfy Fran another time at the end of that movie last Saturday! After being taken up to our bedroom in total darkness, my hands were released, well one was released and the other was attached to the steel headboard before I used my free hand and fingers to prod Fran’s most delicate of areas into another orgasm. Only the single orgasm this time so I was now on five points after one day so things were certainly looking up.
Of course this didn’t last into the working week! Fran and I went our separate ways during the day. I stayed at home to work from my study and she left for the city and here high powered office job. I therefore had dinner on the table for her arrival home in the evening and after a warm bath (filled by me), I was handcuffed and hooded for the evening, which would arouse Fran enough to allow me to either lick her or prod her to an orgasm, taking me to ten points by Thursday night. Oh yes, I should point out that she had another double on Tuesday!
“Okay Dearest, that’s me on ten points,” I declared on Thursday at around ten o'clock, after a marathon session to bring Fran to climax.
“So you have sweetheart,” she responded, pulling the silk hood over my head, after using my tongue to satisfy herself.
“So when do I get an orgasm,” I questioned?
“Tomorrow night,” replied Fran. “When I get home from work and you have prepared me a fantastic meal. Only then will I give you what you’ve earned!”
Friday was a haze to me because I could think of nothing else! Since the age of 12, I don’t think I’d gone a day without an orgasm so after seven days I was going crazy. Fran arrived home, her bath had been run and the dinner was just about ready, bang on schedule. As my wife arrived downstairs after her bath wearing a towel wrapped around her chest, reaching to just above her knees but holding a pair of standard S&W handcuffs in her right hand:
“Take your shirt off George and come here,” demanded Fran?
As soon as my shirt was gone, Fran handcuffed my hands in front and led me upstairs towards our ensuite. Once there she helped me out of my jeans, boxers and socks before handcuffing my hands (using a second pair of handcuffs) to the railing above the shower. With her towel now gone, Fran climbed into the shower and we took our first shower in years together:
“You’ve been a great husband this week George,” praised Fran. “I want to reward you for your efforts this week and from now on, if you continue being so good, you will receive lots of attention, like you will receive tonight.”
At that point Fran started rubbing a type of foam all over my body, except my head. It was only after she washed it off, did I realise that I’d just lost all the body hair from my torso, legs and arms:
“What have you done to me Fran,” I asked?
“Calm down sweetie,” she replied. “You’ll enjoy even more what I’ve planned for you tonight,” she continued.
With my body as hair free as the day I was born, Fran left the shower first to retrieve the handcuff keys, before releasing me from the rail above our shower. With my hands still cuffed in front and another pair still hanging from the locked cuffs, I was led back into our bedroom:
“If I’m going to have to dress for dinner tonight George, so are you,” explained Sam!
With that I knew the horror that Fran had planned for tonight. I was ordered to stand still as my wife placed a black leather corset around my waist and started lacing it up until I nearly collapse under the pressure:
“Enough sweetie, please,” I begged as my stomach was nearly cut in two!
“Rubbish George, yelled Fran as she pulled even harder on the laces. “Tonight you’re going to appreciate what I’ve got to go through to look good for you!”
My first ever cross dressing experience had now started. After the corset was tied off and the rear zip locked in place, the opaque Lycra stockings followed. I have to say that they felt fantastic on my bare skin so once again my cock betrayed me by trying to escape from his stainless steel prison.
“How does that feel,” asked Fran, as she uncuffed my wrists, handing me a red minu dress to pull on over my head?
“Really weird thanks,” I sarcastically replied. “My legs feel great but I’m not sure about the dress Fran?”
“Well get used to it George,” replied Fran. “Elaine tells me that dressing my man as a woman will bring on his submissive side and heighten his desire to serve his partner.”
With those words, I experienced my first evening dressed as a girl. After dinner Fran and I talked a little more about how I was feeling and how she felt now that I was under her control. I should point out that Fran was wearing the same black mini dress she wore last weekend and with the same crotchless black Lycra body-stocking she wore last weekend. Tonight she wore a pair of high heels, instead of boots but it had the same effect on me as my cock fought hard to break free from the chastity tube.
“George, let’s go upstairs” announced Fran straight after coffee. “I can’t wait any longer!”
With those words, I followed my wife up to our bedroom to find myself having my dress removed and my hands immediately cuffed behind my back. As soon as my back hit the bed, my ankles were cuffed into the same short chained leg-irons that I’d been forced into last week. Fran then headed for our safe to retrieve the keys to my chastity tube.
“Do you know George, I think this new arrangement is going to work,” explained Fran as she knelt down on the bed to unlock the ring around my balls and slid the tube off my penis, which rose to the occasion of freedom for the first time in a week.
“What choice do I have Fran,” I replied as she wiped the head of my dick with sterile wipes?
“Very little I guess,” responded Fran as she started stroking my cock, which twitched betraying my wish to be angry with Fran.
It was then that Fran mounted me and we screwed until we both exploded:
“Fuck me Fran, it has never felt that good,” I screamed as I came down from the intense feeling of my first orgasm in a week!
“Well that’s the idea,” teased Fran. “You get your little man locked up for a period of time and the first time you cum after release, will be worth the wait.”
“Oh well only nine more points to earn,” I sarcastically responded!
“What do you mean nine,” replied Fran? “It’s ten!”
“So you didn’t get anything from your little romp,” I teased in response?
“You’re testing the limits my dear,” replied Fran, picking up the black silk hood and pulling it over my head, before pulling the drawstring tight around my neck.
“Hey, that’s not fair,” I screamed as my world fell into darkness once more!
“Life soemtimes isn’t fair George,” Fran quickly came back at me! “Well maybe not fair for you but absolutely, 100% fair for me,” she continued. “Anyway George, how do you like your first experience of being forced into a corset and stockings?”
From the darkness of my silk covered hood, I thought about my response to that question as Fran used baby wipes to clean my bits before sliding the steel tube over my dick, imprisoning him once again until I’d earned enough points.
“Umm, it’s actually quite a turn on,” I nervously responded. “The corset is cutting me in two but my legs feel great in these stockings,” I continued, rubbing my legs together as Fran unlocked my ankles from the two corners of the foot-rail.
“That’s nice to know George,” replied Fran. “I might start getting you to cross dress more often because I quite like you in the corset and stockings. Let’s get you up and into a dress for the rest of evening.
Once sitting up, Fran helped me to my feet. I was ordered to stand still as she unlocked my hands from behind but left the cuffs dangling from my left wrist. Next she helped me pull an extremely soft wool sweater dress over my head and pulled it down until it rested just above my knees. As soon as Fran was happy with the dress, my hands were cuffed once again before the silk hood was loosened and pulled from my head.
“Very fetching Fran,” I teased, checking out the black and white stripped sweater dress that I was now wearing over the leather corset and stockings.
“I bet it feels great though,” replied Fran as she pulled her black sweater dress over her black Lycra body suit.
“Do I have to remain handcuffed,” I asked, trying to show to my wife that my hands didn’t need to be restrained as they were. “You’ve cuffed me every night darling, why do you need this extra precaution when I’ve got no access to my wee man as he’s already locked up safe and sound in the chastity tube?”
Fran just looked at me, as she brushed her long brown hair:
“The reason I’m handcuffing you every night George, is simply because I love the way the look when your arms are forced behind your back,” replied Fran. “I also like the simple fact that it also makes you that little bit more vulnerable and you’re forced to spend more time with me. Remember George, that’s why we have this new arrangement after all; you stopped paying me attention and now you have no option but to spend more time with me and you are now also paying me a lot more attention!”
We continued talking downstairs while Fran drink a cup of tea and held a look warm cup of coffee to my mouth to allow me to at least have a drink.
“You know Fran, this would be a lot easier if you at least give me the odd ten of fifteen minutes freedom each night,” I pleaded, even more frustrated by the handcuffs these nights, forgetting about my cock who was continuously trying to strain against this stainless steel prison.
“Stop complaining George or I’ll start gagging you in the evenings as well,” Fran replied.
My new life in chastity takes a routine:
This is how my new life in chastity continued towards the summer of 2009. I remained locked in the stainless steel chastity tube 24x7 and every time I earned ten points, Fran would dress me in the black opaque stockings and a heavy leather corset before restraining me to the bed and fucking my brains out.
I worked at home most weeks, spending the odd day here and there at client meetings. The chastity tube really didn’t interfere with my life too much. In fact my clients started to see an improvement in my work as my time during the day surfing for bondage material reduced over the months due to the simple fact the chastity tube meant there was no point getting myself excited.
Fran was also delighted with the results of her change in circumstance. We actually started to spend more time together and our relationship grew stronger as we spent more quality time in each other’s company and of course, she enjoyed the fact that she had 100% control over my life and the constant wilingness from me to provide her with an endless supply of orgasms. After the first few weeks, this became more than just a means to an end and an orgasm for me but I really started to enjoy being able to satisfy my wife in a way that enriched our marriage.
The one area that I never got used to was the constant bondage every evening. Fran would come home from work around seven and I’d have dinner waiting for her. We would eat and enjoy each other’s company while discussing our day. On the odd occasion that I would be onsite with clients and home after Fran, she had no problems cooking for me and at the weekends, we took it in turns to cook for each other. After dinner Fran would go upstairs, while I cleared away the dinner dishes. Most evenings Fran would return with the dreaded hinged handcuffs and black silk hood. By now I was willingly giving up my freedom each evening as Fran handcuffed my hands behind my back in the hinged cuffs. This normally followed by some enforced time in the living room, listening to the TV because of the darkness brought on by the heavy silk hood that Fran first introduced me to back in March.
Fran would usually have a bath before calling me up to the bedroom to provide her with some sexual relief. I know that she enjoyed my discomfort as I made the blind walk to our upstairs bedroom but I became good at making my way there handcuffed and hooded. The hood would then be removed and I’d be given an opportunity to earn points by giving my wife the orgasm that she so desired.
The lowest point in this new relationship was a week in May when Fran had to go off to London for a week’s training course. While I was free of bondage that week, I was still forced to wear the stainless steel tube and suffer the fact that I’d lost the opportunity to earn points that week. For the first time since Fran forced me into the chastity tube, I went two weeks without and orgasm and it drove me nuts.
The worst day was a Saturday during the second bank holiday in May: The morning started promising enough when after the usual shit, shower and a shave, I arrived back in our bedroom to find that Fran had left out the leather corset, black stockings and black & white stripped sweater dress. After pulling on the stockings, which I’d become quite good at, Fran laced me into the corset and I was left to pull on the dress while Fran headed into the shower. As I finished preparing breakfast, Fran appeared wearing a multi coloured satin summer dress over thick black tights, which was all the rage these days. After some small talk over breakfast, I thought my chance to earn some extra points was in, when Fran handcuffed my hands behind my back using the hinged cuffs, with the keyholes pointing up as usual! Next she forced the large red ball gag into my mouth and strapped it rather tightly behind my head. The next thing was very odd but after being told by my wife that she didn’t like the look the ball gag gave me, she produced a massive fleece scarf and wrapped it around my lower face, tying in below my neck, leaving the tow ends dangling from my throat and the massive scarf bunched up covering my neck and lower face and nose. Fran then announced she was going shopping and left me alone from ten in the morning until six in the evening that awful Saturday. By the time Fran arrived home with bags of shopping, I was really pissed off with her and told her so as soon as the gag came off. This resulted in the gag being forced back into my mouth and the scarf retied so I was subjected to another two hours of bondage while being given a beauty parade of Fran in every new outfit she’d bought that day. Even after the Chinese was ordered and deliver, I remained handcuffed while Fran spent and enjoyed a long night of feeding me using chopsticks.
Summer vacation 2009 in chastity and much more:
It was now late June, when Fran came downstairs one Sunday lunch time, after spending three hours on the internet:
“George darling, I’ve booked us a holiday to France, announced Fran. “There is no way you’ll get through airport security in the chastity tube so we’re driving to the Dordogne, using the Chanel tunnel!”
Fran continued to tell me that she’d booked a perfect little gite for two weeks and the drive meant no airport security and therefore I’d remain in chastity during the trip.
"Fran, what do you mean a perfect little gite," I quizzed?
"Never you-mind darling," she replied. "Let's just say that it caters for our special needs, or my needs!"
I was intrigued but decided not to answer back as it was now costing me points if I gave Fran any cheek. This meant that my chastity was lasting much longer as I had to earn back points by giving Fran more orgasms than the ten she demanded when we started this one-sided game.
As usual, Fran did all the packing as I worked to clear down any outstanding business related actions before heading off. While the gite Fran had rented, had wifi access, she refused my requests to take a laptop, stating that I'd have no need for my laptop while on this holiday as she had plans that would keep me occupied during the two-week trip.
The trip to the Channel Tunnel and drive through France was quite relaxing, well for Fran it was! She demanded that I do all the driving while she sat back and listened to her iPod. We had several stops for a rest on route but by the Saturday evening, we had arrived at the very remote gite in the beautiful Dordogne countryside.
We were welcomed by a tall lady in her fifties:
"Hello, I'm Vanessa," she introduced shaking Fan's hand.
"Hi Vanessa," I'm George," I introduced myself, putting my hand out to shake Vanessa's but she ignored me.
"Is this your slave Fran," asked Vanessa, completely ignoring me.
Fran just laughed:
"It's a long story Vanessa. George isn't really my slave but I suppose we are heading in that direction, aren't we dearest," she continued looking at me?
"I feel like your slave these days," I responded, giving up on any interaction with this tall blonde who was wearing a bright summer dress.
Well if it brings your bags into the gite, I'll show you around Fran," announced Vanessa as I was dispatched to empty the car.
After only fifteen minutes, I'd dropped off Fran's bags in the large double bedroom and left other bits and pieces in the kitchen / dining area while Vanessa showed Fran around the gite and outdoor complex, which clearly had been a farm at one time.
I headed out to join the girls when Fran called me over:
"Darling, will you strip and show Vanessa your belt," demanded Fran?
A little embarrassed, I hesitated, which meant Fran started to count up from five, which was the number of points I'd gained since her last orgasm. Fran only got to seven when I was stripping fast to the tube that secured my cock.
"Oh, it's only a chastity tube Fran," laughed Vanessa.
"Yes Vanessa but very affective," replied Fran. "He's been locked in it since March and must earn ten points by giving me ten orgasms before he gains release and an orgasm himself. I still love George and I want him to remain my husband but I want him to respect me a lot more than he had been doing up to March, when he was first belted."
Vanessa then asked Fran and I to follow her towards an old barn. Once inside I got scared because this barn had been converted into a little prison with an open wooden cell door lying open:
"Put him in there," suggested Vanessa and with no hesitation, Fran led me into the small dark cell with a heavy wooden door, with a tiny grill with bars two-thirds of the way up the door.
Fran then slammed the cell door shut and pulled over the large middle bolt, followed by the two other bolts towards the top and the bottom of the cell door. I then paced round the tiny dark room, which was stone on all four walls, except for the heavy wooden door. There was a long chain hanging from a ring-bolt on one wall but as yet, non-one was attached the wall via the long chain. I then headed back to the cell door to try and listen to what was going on outside. I could hear some small-talk between Fran and Vanessa, including some loud laughter from Fran. As I heard the footsteps returning, I stood in front of the small barred grill and smiled at Fran as she slid back each of the three heavy bolts and opened the door.
"Come out here a second George," asked Fran with a Cheshire grin for a smile. "I've got some new toys for you to try!"
With some scepticism, I followed Fran outside and saw Vanessa holding some steel bangles in her hands. Remember that I was still naked except for the steel chastity tube that imprisoned my cock so with some embarrassment, I stood still while Vanessa handed Fran each of four bangles and padlocks so that she could lock each around both wrists and ankles.
"You see Fran," Vanessa explained. "Your slave is now ready to be restrained whenever you desire!"
"I see Vanessa," replied Fran. "I like this already and think that George might benefit from this added security at home."
Now that Fran had placed all four steel bangles around my four limbs, I was led into another cell where two chains hung from one wall and two smaller chains on the ground. As expected, I was led to each chain and one-by-one my four bangles were locked to each ring at the end of each chain so I was now spread eagle and attached the wall of this identical dark and dingy cell to the one I only spent a few minutes in previously.
"Isn't that better Fran," teased Vanessa?
"Umm, he is vulnerable like that, isn't he," replied Fran, "Now what's next?"
Both ladies now left the cell, Vanessa telling Fran not to bother locking it as I was quite safe attached to the wall and when they returned, I was now faced with two additions to my bondage. First of all, Vanessa unlocked what I had feared the most, an iron mask, just like the one used in the movie. Once the mask had opened on its' hinge, Vanessa lifted it up to my head and being chained so tightly to the wall, I'd nowhere to go and had therefore I had no option but to accept the hideous iron contraption that Vanessa closed and locked as soon as she placed it over my face and head.
"Now that does look good," laughed Fran!"
"Come on petal," I replied. "This is our holiday and you can't expect me to take this?"
"First of all, it is my holiday George but don't worry because you'll be getting lots of rest over the next two weeks," replied Fran is a mono tone that I hadn't heard since she belted me back in March.
Next Fran unlocked and removed my chastity tube:
"Don't get any ideas big boy," teased Fran as my cock betrayed me (as usual) and started to rise to the occasion.
Vanessa stood and starred at me:
"I can see why you let him out from time to time Fran, so would I with a piece of meat that size!"
"Oh yes Vanessa, George is able to please me," laughed Fran in reply.
It was then Vanessa approached and forced a bag of ice against my balls. I screamed in shock as my dick retreated, allowing Fran to place a chastity belt around my waist and slide my cock into a new chastity tube. With the two ends now meeting in front and two chains running up my arse, I knew this was going to be much more uncomfortable than the chastity tube.
"Now Fran," Vanessa explained. "If you place this shield over the front of the chastity belt and slide it into place, it will automatically lock and he is secured until we decide! It requires a very special key and therefore the belt is escape proof and so it should be for €400."
"It does look expensive," replied Fran, pulling my belt and trying to get her fingers under the crotch shield. "It even gives him a flatter crotch and would certainly improve the sissy look I love so much."
"That all sounds very interesting Fran but I've loads still to show you," laughed Vanessa. "Let's lock him in the cell and explore some more before I head home and leave you to enjoy your holiday?"
"Maybe we should unlock him from the wall," suggested Fran but Vanessa just laughed and both girls left my cell, closing and locking all three bolts on their way out.
So there I was on the first day on my French holiday in 2009; Naked except for a steel chastity belt and iron mask, while chained (spread eagle) to a wall of this dark dungeon cell in a French barn! I must have been there for hours and it was certainly no bed of roses! Because Fran had chained me tight, I was starting to get uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. My arms and legs ached and there was also the need to take a piss. I could always just do that here and now but what would Fran say when she returned to find a pissed stained concrete floor below where I stood, chained to the wall? Anyway, I hung on there for at least another hour, when I heard footsteps outside my cell and finally the sound of the three bolts being pulled back to open the heavy wooden door:
"Hello my sweet," greeted Fran as she entered the dark cell still wearing her flowery summer dress. "How are you this evening?"
"Tired, fed up, very sore and yes, I badly need to take a leak," I replied!
"Now, now darling," teased Fran as she approached, looking straight into my eyes, only a foot in front of my iron mask. "You love bondage so you are therefore going to love this holiday. I'm going to move you to another cell where you'll be a lot more comfortable. Okay, maybe just a little bit more comfortable but you'll not be chained to the wall and you'll have a bed to sleep on so work with me while I unlock these chains?"
Without saying a word, I stood there while Fran released each padlock, that attached my wrist cuffs to the chains but before she released my ankles, I was forced to bend to allow my wife to lock the cuffs behind my back.
"Now that's better, I'm safe now," laughed Fran and she went to work, unlocking my ankles.
With my hands now locked behind my back, Fran led me out of one dark dingy cell and into another. This one had a wooden bunk against one wall and long chain attached to the other wall. At least this cell had a toilet and simple wash-hand-basin so my relief would hopefully come soon. Fran then guided me over to the chain and used another padlock to attach it to one of my ankles.
"You're not going to leave me in here are you Fran," I asked.
"Yes I am, responded Fran." "Get used to it George because you need the rest after working so hard this year and you're now going to get the rest you so badly need."
"If you're going to lock me in here Fran," I continued; "Would you please remove this iron mask?"
"Not a chance," laughed Fran." I really like it and anyway, it looks even better with your new chastity belt. I'll be back in half-an-hour with something to eat."
And there I was, locked inside the dark stone-walled cell, chained to the wall via a long chain, which allowed me to reach the bed but not the heavy wooden cell door, which was now closed and bolted. I was at least able to take that well earned piss and as I'd done for many months now, I had little option but to sit down. The tube on this belt had a hole near my arse so I could easily sit down, which was a slow process but one I had no option but to get used to. Back on the bunk I'd little to do but sit and await Fran's return. When Fran did finally come back to me, she brought a tray with great food and beer but she didn't stop to chat. After releasing my hands, she simply left me alone to eat my dinner, which was a massive challenge due to the iron mask but even if it as a little messy, I did manage to finish the meal. This time I was left for an hour before Fran returned, wearing her black leather corset, attached to black stockings and extremely high heeled black leather strapped shoes;
"Okay my masked prisoner, are you prepared to earn some points," teased Fran as she approached, locking my wrists behind me back again?
"I've no idea how easy it will be wearing this hideous contraption but I'll give it a go," I replied in a sarcastic tone!
I then got onto the cold concrete floor on my bare knees and tried as best I could to use my tongue to please my wife:
"It's no use Fran, I can't get my tongue out beyond the mask," I explained, trying to give Fran some pleasure from my tongue. "If you remove the mask, I'll be able to pleasure you much easier!"
"Good try darling," laughed Fran! "Stand up and turn around because your fingers will do the same job!"
I stood up as requested by my demanding wife and turned around so that my cuffed writs could gain access to Fran's crotch, allowing my fingers to do the work needed to gain me extra points.
"Fuck me George, that's good, keeping going, harder, harder," she demanded!
I pushed two fingers inside Fran's cunt, using a third to stroke her Clit and it did the job because Fran panted and screamed as her orgasm built and built. When it did finally come, or should I say, when Fran finally came; it went on for ages and ages. By now I'd become very good at continuing my stimulation of Fran even after she exploded. In some cases, Fran's orgasm seemed to go and on and when this happened, I earned four points as a result. On this occasion, Fran finally screamed at me to stop and moved away, turning me to face her:
"Fuck that was good George," she praised.
"Was it a four-pointer," I quizzed and
Fran simply responded,
"Most defiantly my sweet! You've earned four points and with the points you've lost, you're now back on seven so only three to go until your next release."
We tried to kiss but the iron mask got in the way but this didn't stop Fran who was getting excited again:
"I love the mask George, I think I'll have to get you one when we get home," she teased forcing her tongue as far as she could, through the opening for my mouth.
"How long do I have to wear this one Fran," I asked, pleading for release from the heavy and annoying hood that covered my complete head in steel?
"Until I decide to let you out of it George," replied Fran. "If you complain, I'll leave you in it for the entire fortnight but Vanessa showed me how to make it worse for you wearing the mask. In her cupboard of toys, well my toys for the next two weeks, is a very thick wool balaclava. Vanessa tells me if I take off the iron mask and slip on the wool balaclava before replacing the iron mask, in this heat you'll be made very uncomfortable!"
"That's just cruel," I responded, looking straight into Fran's eyes. "I can't believe you're doing this to me during our holiday!"
"Okay then George, see you in the morning," responded Fran. "I'm not going to sit here and listen to you moaning all evening. This is my holiday and you need some rest so we can discuss more in the morning, have a nice night."
With that, Fran released my arms and left the cell, locking the heavy wooden door behind her. As she left the barn, the lights were turned off, leaving me in near darkness so there was little else I could do except go to bed for the night and await my fate tomorrow.
That first night in France was tough! It was hot in my dark and dingy cell and the iron mask made things a lot more difficult, not forgetting the new chastity belt and heavy chain that locked my ankle to the wall, four feet away. I tossed and turned for quite some time but sleep did finally take over at some point because I awoke to the sound of bird song outside. No sign of Fran and as I looked at my watch (0830), I knew that she'd be some time so I made the short trip to the toilet and then climbed back into my bunk to try and get some more rest but all this bondage was driving me mad and very, very horny at the same time. Not that I could do much about that! The steel chastity belt left no access to my cock so no matter what I did to get the fucking thing off, it was no use so I accepted that I was stuck in it until I gave Fran another three orgasms. It was 10AM when Fran finally arrived with a tray of food, wearing her short red silk nightgown that really left nothing to the imagination:
"Good morning darling, did you sleep well," Fran asked sarcastically?
"Not bad," I replied.
"That's great sweetie," Fran laughed placing the tray of food on the floor beside my bunk.
She said nothing else and simply left the cell, locking the door behind her:
"Is that it Fran," I'm to be left in this fucking cell again," I yelled!
Fran just came back to the cell door and stared through the tiny bars on the cell door:
"That's a point off for shouting at me George," explained Fran in a calm voice. "Any more complaints and you'll be punished."
'Shit,' I thought o myself. That's me back to six points now and I'm still locked in this cell, wearing the iron mask and chastity belt, not to mention still chained to the far wall. I tried to head over the door to apologise to Fran but not only had she gone by the time I stood up but the chain wouldn't allow me anywhere near the heavy wooden cell door.
Another hour past before Fran returned, wearing a very short pleated skirt and tight skimpy top:
"Right time for a shower George," she explained, demanding that I turn around to have my hands locked behind my back.
As soon as my hands were secure, Fran unlocked me from the chain and led me outside into the warm Dordogne morning.
"It's lovely outside this morning Fran," I tried to open some small talk on the short walk to the house.
"It is a beautiful morning George," replied Fran, directing me away from the house and towards another small single story cottage, next to the swimming pool.
Using another key, Fran unlocked the heavy iron door and led me inside. Before we went into the cottage, Fran had to unlock and internal mesh gate, which then led us both into a spacious cottage:
"This is your new holiday accommodation George," Fran explained. "You'll be a lot more comfortable in here and you even have access to some fresh air on your very own outside terrace. I'm going to unlock your iron mask and you can go for a shower. I'm going shopping in twenty minutes so I'll be back to lock it back on before I leave so enjoy your freedom."
Fran then used a large key to unlock the mask from behind and after placing it on the couch next to the mash gate, Fran exited, closing the gate behind her:
"What about my hands darling," I pleaded. "Surely you can't expect me to shower like this?"
"That's why this gate had been installed silly," laughed Fran. "If you reverse over to the gate, I'll unlock your wrists through this small serving hatch!"
"Vanessa has thought of everything," I said, while backing up to the mesh gate and allowing Fran to unlock my hands, allowing me the freedom to explore this small cottage and take a shower.
The shower was wonderful and I was so glad to lose the iron mask! After exiting the shower, I took a quick look around the small, single story cottage. It was basic with a living area, Sky TV, a bed and tiny kitchen with breakfast bar. I then headed for the outside terrace. To access this area, I opened another heavy iron door, which could clearly be locked. This morning it was open so I exited the house and entered a large caged area that faced the large 12m x8m swimming pool. The caged area had a table and chairs, plus and plastic pool lounger. There was little else to describe but I knew that there was a good chance this would be my home for the holiday in France. It was around then that Fran returned to the mesh gate area by the front door:
"Come here and allow me to cuff you George," demanded Fran?
"And if I refuse Fran," I teased?
Fran just stared at me:
"For just joking about it darling, you've lost another point but if you want to play that game, I'll get Vanessa and you'll regret it," explained Fran in a very serious voice.
"Okay sweetie," I replied. "Don't get your knickers in a twist, I was only joking!"
After allowing Fran to attach and lock my wrist cuffs behind my back, she unlocked the gate and entered the cottage:
"On your knees George," she then demanded before padlocking my ankles and attaching them to my cuffed wrists via a very short chain.
"You've not really taken to your holiday have you George," Fran told me, rather than asking!
"Well what do you expect Fran," I responded. "You've kept me bound, masked and chained up in a dark and dingy cell all night. You've now locked me in this cottage and I know you're about to lock the fucking iron mask back on my head!"
"Okay George, have it your way," explained Fran pulling a heavy wool balaclava over my head!
"No sweetie, please no, not this," I pleaded but it was too late.
Fran then produced a large black ball gag and after forcing it into my mouth, she buckled it behind my head and then pulled it in another notch before tightening the buckle. The iron mask was next and soon I was regretting getting on the wrong side of my wife this morning.
"You'll regret being so ungrateful," yelled Fran as she unlocked the small chain holding me in a lose hogtie and then using the two padlocks and short chain to connect my two ankles cuffs, leaving me hobbled, cuffed and hooded! "As I said George, I'm off to the supermarket and will be a while so enjoy your new surroundings!"
With those final words, Fran was gone, locking the mesh gate behind her and the outer steel door, leaving me to regret my actions for some time to come.
Not only did my mouth and jaw soon ache from the large black rubber ball gag but my entire face and head was sweating under the thick wool balaclava and iron mask. How would I survive this morning with my head encased in this hideous contraption and my hands and feet chained? To be quite frank, I'd no option!
The morning went very slowly! I tried to get comfortable but it was no use. I ventured outside at one point but that was worse! The cage was open to the elements and the bright summer sun, blasted into the pool area and that was much, much worse, especially as was wearing very little on my body except for the chastity belt and mask so I'd burn in minutes if I stayed in the cage. I did manage to sit down and watch some UK TV on the satellite but the gite wasn't air conditioned and the heat continued to build up around my face. At some point around lunch time the outer door to my cottage prison opened. I stood up with some difficultly but saw Vanessa instead of Fran:
"Of my, you have been a bad boy George," laughed Vanessa from the small caged air-lock area.
All I could do was mumph in response, which made Vanessa laugh even louder.
"Are you wearing the balaclava George," she quizzed?
Again I mumphed a response and nodded, which really got Vanessa started.
"You must be really uncomfortable you poor thing," Vanessa tried to sarcastically sympathise.
I shook my head this time:
"Wait there, I'll be back in a minute," teased Vanessa. "Oh I forgot, you can't actually go anywhere, can you?"
With the outer door now locked, Vanessa disappeared for a few minutes and came back holding a pile of material in her hand. She actually entered the cottage this time via the inner cage door and approached me with a smile on her face:
"You'll burn if you go outside like that George but I think you could do with some fresh air," Vanessa continued to tease.
She then lifted the pile the black material and started pulling it over my head. I tried to pull away but remember, my hands were cuffed behind my back and my ankles attached via a short chain so Vanessa wasn't long in puling what I realised was a thick black Afghani Burka over my head.
"I promise you'll not burn now Mr," explained Vanessa; "But I do recon that you'll probably boil so let's get you outside to the terrace cage!"
Vanessa then pushed me towards the door, leading to the outside (pool side) cage. As soon as I stumbled through, she slammed the door closed and locked it so I was now stuck outside in 37-degress heat. I have to state now, that it was unbearable in the Burka, not to mention the iron mask and wool balaclava!
I sat on a pool side recliner until Fran finally returned several hours later. I was barely conscious when she opened the outside door to the cage and approached my shrouded body:
"Oh fuck me," Fran screamed. "What happened to you, did Vanessa pop round this morning?"
I nodded a quite inaudible response from behind the gag and Fran tried to help me to my feet but I was weak by now.
"Come on George, let's get you inside," Fran said, trying to encourage me to move quickly, which was impossible due to me having boiled in a bag for the past few hours.
Once back in the cottage, Fran pulled off the now soaking wet Burka and started hunting for a key to remove the iron mask. Once that was gone, next went the gag and finally the wool balaclava.
"Oh thank you so much sweetheart," I whispered. "Can I please have a drink?"
I flopped on the sofa while Fran fetched me a drink of water:
"I assume Vanessa did this to you George," asked Fran?
"Yes," I replied. "She came round about lunch time and with her evil laugh, she forced me outside after pulling the fucking Burka over my body!"
"Well at least you wouldn't burn under it," replied Fran.
"Yes but there is several ways to cook Fran," I responded not believing what I was hearing! "You can cook by boiling Fran so I've basically just boiled under the mask and Burka for the past couple of hours!"
"Now, now George, there is no need to be nasty," replied Fran. "I'm sure Vanessa knew what she was doing when she put you outside!"
"She's fucking evil," I replied!
"I can be just as evil," Fran responded, which shocked me a little. "Do you want me to refit the balaclava, iron mask and Burka?"
"No, no sweetheart, please don't," I pleaded. "I'd like to spend the afternoon with you by the pool?"
Fran stopped and thought about that for a minute or two:
"I'm not sure George, give me a few minutes and I'll have a look at what I can do for you?"
"Can I take shower while you're gone Fran," I again pleaded for some release?
"No George, just wait there," Fran responded, heading out of the cottage.
When Fran returned, she explained that she had an idea but I'd remain bound as I was while out of the cottage but I tried to negotiate my bondage down, which Fran took offense to, slipping the iron mask back over my head, followed by the Burka:
"You can spend some more time in your cage beside the pool George," replied Fran. "And I can keep an eye on you but if you complain, the gag and balaclava go back on!"
With that Fran pushed me back outside and into the large cage, where I sat and boiled a little more, while I watched her bath in the Dordogne sunshine and take the odd plunge in the pool. I was so jealous and utterly fed-up: cuffed, masked and covered in a Burka while I sat by the table and stared into space. Fran did release my bonds that evening and fed me dinner through the port on the inner cage gate before leaving me for the night, stil wearing the iron mask and chastity belt.
That's how the first week or my 2009 French holiday continued. I was unmasked each morning and allowed to take a shower after breakfast. This was the only time during each day that I was free of the iron mask. When Fran returned for empty the breakfast tray, my hands were cuffed behind my back and a short chain locked to each of my ankle cuffs. When I asked to go outside into the sun, Fran covered me in the heavy black Burka, which protected me from the harmful rays, which meant I'd be getting no suntan this trip. During that first week, I earned another four points and then lost two. By Friday 10PM, I'd earned back the points I'd lost so after I'd done the deed, Fran led me out of the cottage and back towards the barn, where I'd spent my first evening at the gite. This was my first time out of the cottage since being locked in it on day-2 of the holiday (my first full day at the gite). I followed Fran very slowly due to the short chain that connected my ankles cuffs:
"Slow down Fran," I pleaded! "I can't move very fast in these chains!"
Fran just laughed and unlocked the door to the barn and the small dingy dark cell complex. She directed inside the cell where I was chained to the wall previously. Fran first of all unlocked my ankles and spread my legs until the padlock reached the end of each chain and my ankle cuffs met. After bending over to enable Fran to unlock my wrists, she then brought my right arm up and padlocked my wrist cuff to the chain. My left arm was next, followed by the slow process of unlocking and removing the belt. The steel came off slowly and I breathed freely for the first time in ages as the tight belt was finally removed from my waist and my cock sprang free:
"Umm, I think he's glad to be out," teased Fran as she ran her fingers along his growing shaft.
My dick was betraying me again as he rose to the occasion and the first seconds of freedom on such a long time. I'd no idea what Fran was planning? She had never given me a blowjob before as she said it was dirty and there was no way we were going to have sex with my standing, chained to the cell wall.
"I think he wants more attention," laughed Fran as my dick throbbed to Fran's touch.
It was then Fran used one of the keys to unlock my left wrist:
"Well enjoy yourself George," Fran laughed as headed for the cell door!
"What the fuck Fran," I yelled! "You're not going to fucking leave me to relieve myself you selfish bitch!"
That did it! Fran stormed back towards, me, grabbed my free arm and padlocked it to the other chain:
"You fucking ungrateful bastard," yelled Fran. "Well enjoy your night!"
With that she was gone and the heavy wooden door bolted behind her. I therefore stood, chained to the cell wall for the entire night, which was a terrible experience. At least my cock was free from the horrible chastity belt but I wasn't free to do anything about it! My arms and legs were stretched and chained to the dark and dingy cell wall. Sleeping wasn't an option as I couldn't get comfortable and anyway, if I relaxed, I then strained against the chains that bound me so therefore I remained in this position all night, which must have been the worst bondage experience I've ever had.
Fran did return at some point in the morning to release me:
"Good morning sweetie," were Fran's opening words as he entered my cell. "Did you have a good night?"
"No, not really," I replied in a low frustrated tone.
"I didn't think so," replied Fran as she picked up and refitted the heavy steel chastity belt.
I said nothing as she locked me back into the cock prison that would frustrate me continuously for some time to come. Next she unlocked my wrists and in a manoeuvre that I was now used to, Fran bent me over so that she could padlock my wrist cuffs together. Finally my ankles were free:
"Are you going to cooperate with me this morning," asked Fran?
"How many points am I on now," I asked?
"That's not the response I wanted," sarcastically responded Fran. "But for your outburst last night, you're back to zero."
"Well Fran, this has gone beyond fun so you can go and fuck yourself," I replied.
The next thing Fran did, shocked me the most through this whole experience; she punched me in the stomach, forcing me to ground:
"You ungrateful, selfish bastard," screamed Fran as she pulled me back to my feet using my right arm, which also screamed in pain due to the simple fact it was attached to my left arm behind my back.
Fran then dragged me to the cell that I spent the first night in and using the long chain, she locked me to the wall again:
"You can rot in here until you apologise," yelled Fran as she stormed out, locking the door behind her!
So there I was: hungry, chained to the wall, wearing the chastity belt and iron mask, with my hands still cuffed behind my back. Fran did return several hours later but to the small barred window two-thirds of the way up the wooden cell door:
"Well George, are you sorry," asked Fran but I sat on the cell bunk and ignored her. "Speak to me, you piece of shit!"
Fran took the hint and just left the barn, leaving me locked inside the cell for another few hours. The ignoring process was repeated several times through the day but I continued to ignore her. Yes, I was hungry and in great discomfort due to the heavy iron mask and the simple fact that my arms had been pinned behind my back for so long now. The hunger was also getting to me but pissing off Fran was worth it so here I stayed for the entire day and following night.
I could tell it was morning as what little light I got spilled through into my tiny cell. At some point I heard two sets of footsteps outside and as the cell door opened I saw Fran and Vanessa standing there:
"Are you going to cooperate this morning George," asked Fran?
I ignore her!
"George, you better start accepting your position in life," explained Vanessa.
I looked up at both woman and from behind the iron mask:
"Go fuck yourselves ladies," I said softly.
"Have it your way," replied Vanessa as both girls came over to me, forcing me to my knees on the cold hard concrete floor.
As Vanessa held me, Fran unlocked and removed the iron mask. As the mask came off, Fran picked up a small white face mask that you would see people wearing in China around the time of the SARS virus. She slipped the mask over my face and pulled the elastic over my head. I could smell some sweet chemicals, which told me that I'd soon be unconscious. As life was drained I looked straight into Fran's eyes:
"I love you Fran but you will never beat me."
With that I fell into s deep chemical in doused sleep.
When I finally came round, I'd no idea where I was at first. As my eyes finally began to focus I could see that I was laying the bed within the poolside cottage I'd spent the bulk of my holiday so far. What was wrong with me, I couldn't move my jaw; my arms were pinned painfully behind my back and what the fuck was so tight? As I started to come around even more, I could tell I was wearing some sort of mask but it wasn't steel, instead it was soft. I tried to sit up but my arms were pinned so tightly behind my back but not with steel cuffs but something else that seemed to imprison my entire arms behind my back. Next the tightness in my waist turned to pain as I realised that Fran had put me in some sort of corset but what sort I'd no idea so I had to get to the mirror in the ensuite bathroom. Once in the sitting position, standing was next but as soon as I stood up, I feel back onto the bed, flat on my back. Why couldn't I stand? I tried again and on the fourth attempt, I made the assumption that I was wearing some type of high healed boot. I'd never worn high heels before, even through our limited cross dressing sessions during ten-point sex. Fran had never gone this far so as I hobbled into the bathroom, I was completely shocked at what I saw standing in front of me:
So there I was, dressed up as a leather bound slave, still starving from having no food in over 24 hours and slowly boling in this heavy leather suit. I headed for the door to the pool cage but couldn't do much with my hands so badly trapped in the leather mono-glove. It was after some banding that I heard a faint bleep and the door seemed to unlock so that I could now simply push it open. I stumbled through into the cage to find Fran lying by the pool listening to her iPod. I tried to get her attention but she was either ignoring me or simply didn't hear me. In saying that, all I could do was mumph into the gag that seemed to fill my mouth. It was then I realised that I was now stuck out here in the French heat. I simply couldn't get back through the door to the poolside cottage.
It was then Fran noticed my struggles:
"Ah you're awake George," laughed Fran. "How do you like your leather suit?"
Again all I could do was mumph a response.
"Ah, has the cat got your tongue my dearest Georgie," teased Fran as she stood up and approached the cage.
I just stood on the inside of the cage and stared at my beautiful wife before returning to a chair beside the plastic table.
"So, you are still angry with me George," asked Fran but as with the past day, I continued ignoring her.
Fran went back to her recliner warning me that I'd have much worse to come if I didn't start treating her with the respect she deserved. That's is how I spent the entire day, in the cage sweating inside the heavy leather catsuit but I was determined to get my own back, even if it was starting to get sick due to lack of food and water. By early evening I was weak and Fran knew it. As the sun went down at around nine-thirty and after Fran had eaten in front of me, she got really angry:
"For fuck sake George, I am going to beat you," yelled Fran in complete frustration!
I kept it up and ignored her until she entered my cottage and pulled me inside. I was so weak by now, I couldn't fight her but this gave me an idea. I decided to play much weaker than I actually was, in the hope that I'd surprise Fran in a vain attempt to escape this hell that was my 2009 holiday. As Fran pulled me inside, I fell onto the floor:
"Come on George, get up," demanded Fran but I lay as still as I could, face down on the tiled floor of the poolside cottage, with my arms stil pinned behind my back.
I moaned into the gag and then went silent again:
"Are you okay George," asked Fran in a slightly more anxious voice?
Again I stayed still, pretending to be fading in and out of consciousness. By now Fran was getting frantic sp she tried to shake me but I stayed still:
"Come on sweet heart, please wake up," screamed Fran now in a panic!
I kept my nerve and played sick as Fran started the long process of getting me out of the leather suit. First she rolled me onto my side and unzipped the hood. As she pulled it off my sweat covered face, the large rubber gag fell out of my mouth:
"Water, please," I whispered. "Please Fran, get me water?"
"Okay darling," she replied heading off to the kitchen but I had to keep my nerve if I was escape and stil being bound as I was, there was no way to escape just yet!
As Fran returned, she held a glass to my mouth and I tried to sip the cold liquid as best I could, continue to play sick.
"Fran, I can't continue like this," I maintained the act.
My wife looked down at me and stroked my face with her hand:
"You'll be fine my sweet," Fran explained. "I'll get you out of the suit and we can make you better."
"Please Fran, get me out of this suit, I'm boiling in here," I continued to plead in a pathetic whisper?
Fran then started to unbuckle the arm-binder, which was held in place by a number of straps, zips and laces. This was my chance to pounce as soon as the arm-binder was off so all I had to do was wait and I'd soon be free and able to overpower Fran for the first time in ages. As the zip came down, I could feel Fran tugging on the leather, which was stuck to my body with sweat so I just lay there and allowed Fran to all the work, completely unaware that I was about to ruin her day.
"There you go George, the arm-binder is gone," explained Fran as I lay in shock, wondering why my arms were still pinned behind my back.
"Oh FUCK," I whispered into my breath.
I'd misunderstood Fran's resolve to keep me restrained at all costs. I hadn't even thought that under the arm binder, I'd still be cuffed! It was evident that Vanessa's leather suit was made for just this job. Just above the built in gloves were tiny zips, which pulled back and enabled the ring that was attached to each wrists cuff to be brought through the arm of the leather suit and therefore it could easily be padlocked to the corresponding ring on the opposite arm. Anyway, there was no way Fran could get the leather suit off me, with my hands cuffed behind my back so all I had to do was wait just a little longer. Once again, I misunderstood Fran's deviousness and her absolute resolve to keep me under her 100% complete control:
"Okay George," explained Fran as she showed me a black silk hood, just like the one she'd used on me many times at home. "This is no ordinary silk hood," Fran continued. "This is a triple layer silk hood and between the two layers of silk is a thin acetate layer. Yes George you guessed it, a thin layer of plastic that will suffocate you in the long term. Vanessa tells me that once I've secured it around your head, you'll have approximately three to four minutes of air before you suffocate and Vanessa tells me that this is a very powerful tool when I want to control you in a specific way. So here is the deal my love: I'm going to pop this hood over your head, draw in the string and work to remove the rest of your leather suit, which means unlocking and removing your handcuffs. I promise you, as soon as your hands are re-secured, I'll remove the hood."
I lay there is shock! Fran was now about to put my life at risk. I had to stop this before it got any worse for me. Fran (my wife) was going over the top with this game and I had to end it!
"Fran, you don't need to put my life at risk," I pleaded in a soft tone. "I will work with you so you don't need to hood me."
"Sorry my dear," replied Fran. "I'm keeping you under my control as long as we're in France so until Saturday when you drive me back to Calais, you'll be kept in my custody."
I therefore had to keep my nerve just a little bit longer so I worked with Fran as she sat me on the edge of the bed and pulled down the zip at the rear of the leather suit:
"Okay George, here goes," explained Fran as the black silk hood was pulled over my head and the draw string was pulled tight.
As soon as the hood was in place, I knew this was different. The hood began to billow out as I exhaled and it stuck to my face as I inhaled:
"Hurry up Fran," there is no way I have three minutes of air in here," I screamed as I realised Fran was serious about keeping me under her complete control.
As soon as the hood of death was on, Fran unlocked my wrists and started to pull the leather sleeves off each arm. Again I had to wait until both arms were free, before I could pounce.
"Please Fran, hurry up," I continued to plead as I realised I was in trouble as my oxygen was being depleted to dangerous levels with each breath I took.
One arm was now free and the other sleeve was coming off. If I was to overpower Fran, I had to get rid of the hood so as soon as my second arm was out of the leather sleeve, I swung blindly, planting a punch on Fran; knocking her across the room. I then used what strength I had left to get rid of the hood so I brought both hands to the drawstring as quickly as possible but I thumbed a little too long, trying to pick the knot that Fran had tied.
"No you fucking don't," screamed Fran as she now pounced me, knocking me to the floor on my stomach, where she could now grab both arms. "You want to do this the hard way, I just have to wait until there's no air in there and you pass out!"
It was clear I hadn't much air left at all! The silk hood was now permanently stuck to my face and there was no more air to inhale. I tried to scream at Fran that I gave up but I couldn't speak, trying to breath in air that no longer existed within my death hood. I'd lost again and I drifted off into unconsciousness for real this time.
When I finally came round, I was lying on the bed in the poolside cottage. My legs were chained to the two corners of the iron footboard and my arms were chained to the two corners of the headboard. My chastity belt was gone and for the first time in ages, I wasn't wearing a mask. I was still starving but there was no sign of Fran so I lay there, drifting in and out of sleep.
I was woken for the second time with Fran entering the cottage, slamming the inner cage door closed:
"Ah you're awake George," she greeted me carrying a tray of food and beer.
She was wearing a bikini top with flowers and a sarong so I expected the bikini bottoms were hidden behind the satin material that doubled as a mini skirt.
"Sort of Fran," I replied in a sarcastic tone.
"Well at least I didn't suffocate you then," Fran laughed in response!
"That's true," I continued the sarcasm.
Fran then set the tray on the table near to my bed and came over to the bed, sat down and kissed me, rubbing her fingers along the shaft of my cock, who was starting to betray me once again.
"Darling," she started a conversation. "I feel that I've taken this game a little too far and I therefore want to make it up to you."
"You can make it up to me Fran by freeing me and allowing me to enjoy what's left of this holiday," I responded in an angry tone!
"I'm afraid that's not going to happen honey," replied Fran. "I've worked hard to pay for this special gite so I'm going to enjoy it!"
"I'd like to enjoy this holiday with you pet," I started to plead pathetically. "Since getting here, I've been locked up, chained, masked and forced into chastity. I love the games we've being playing back home sweetheart but I'm not sure that I'm comfortable with this new level in our games."
Fran just looked at me and continued to stroke my dick:
"George, I'm enjoying this holiday and I'm sorry to hear that you're miserable but you brought this upon yourself so you'll have no option but to remain in bondage until the day we head home," Fran explained.
I lay there shocked while Fran helped me to sit up and using a key, she released my left arm.
"Come on George, you need to eat and if you finish your meal, I'll return you to 10 points and reward you," Fran continued, lifting the tray of food and beer onto the bed.
We sat and chatted, while I ate a wonderful chicken curry. This was the first time we'd chatted since coming on holiday:
"Fran, do you know what I'd like most," I asked?
"A fuck," answered Fran?
"Well not just a fuck," I replied. "I'd love to take a dip in the pool, rather than just watching you from inside the cage?"
Fran started to remove the tray and stared at me:
"I'll make you a deal George," Fran started. "If you continue with my game, I'll free you on the last day and we can spend a normal day with each other. Of course you'll be back in the chastity tube but apart from that, you'll have no more bondage until we get back to England!"
Umm, this was a change in circumstance and I had to consider my answer carefully. By now Fran had removed the sarong and bikini bottoms and was now working on the clip behind her bikini top.
"I'll tell you what Fran," I replied. "Yes, I'll go along game your but you release me on Thursday, not Friday."
Fran was now naked and she climbed on top of me and for the first time in ages, I could at least put one arm around her:
"Okay Darling, that's a deal," Fran replied. "If you make any attempt to escape, it will cost you your last two days of freedom."
I nodded in response and we started kissing. The kissing moved on to much more and within several minutes of petting, Fran was sliding up and down my rock hard shaft, screaming for release.
"Fuck me harder George," she screamed. "Fuck me harder!"
I smiled and did what I could with my legs chained spread out and one arm chained to the headboard. Soon Fran was screaming louder and fucking me harder until she exploded, followed by me, minutes later.
"It's good to have the old George back," whispered Fran into my ear as she collapsed on the bed beside me.
"It's good to be back darling," I replied kissing her once again.
We continued petting for another twenty minutes when Fran had an idea:
"George, let's take a shower together," she announced!
"Great idea sweetheart," I responded. "Just get me out of these chains and I'll be there with you."
"Not so fast big boy," Fran laughed. "Remember our deal, no freedom for you until Thursday morning so please let me get those hands of yours secured and out of the way?"
With both wrist cuffs now padlocked together, Fran released my ankles and I followed he into the shower. This was my first shower in two days and the first shower I'd had in months, without the fucking chastity tube or more recently the chastity belt. Fran washed and scrubbed me as I kissed her soaking wet naked body.
"I love you Fran," I said as I kissed her once more.
"I love you too George," replied Fran. "You do need to shave as your stubble is scratching my face!"
Under Fran's direction, I followed her out of the shower and she dried us both off.
"I think I need to get him locked up," laughed Fran as my dick started to rise again, poking my wife as she towelled me down.
"You could always take advantage of him darling," I teased, rubbing my naked body against hers.
"Okay sweetie," responded Fran, kissing me once again." I'll do you a deal: Go and shave shower while I change into something really sexy."
I agreed to Fran's plan as she unlocked my wrists after closing and locking the inside cage door.
"Don't go playing with yourself now," laughed Fran as she left the cottage for the main gite.
To be honest, there was no point playing with my cock right now because I was on a promise from my wife. When Fran returned, I couldn't believe what stood in front of me: Fran had changed into a PVC catsuit, not that different from the leather suit I'd worn earlier. Fran's entire body was also covered from head to toe and all I could see were her two brown eyes peering out from behind the built in mask:
"Fuck me, you look fantastic Fran," I complemented.
"Thank you George, now come here and allow me to cuff you," responded Fran?
Reversing up to the cage door, I allowed Fran to padlock my wrist cuffs together and she then entered the cottage. I stood facing her and tried to kiss her but the built in PVC mask only had twenty or thirty tiny perforations to enable Fran to breathe and therefore no mouth opening to kiss through. We then fell onto the bed and started trying to kiss even harder as Fran began playing with my cock for the second time today:
"George, do you know what would turn me on even more," asked Fran?
"I've no idea sweetheart," I replied.
"I'd like to put the iron mask on you," asked Fran?
I had little choice as Fran got up, fetched the hideous mask that I'd been forced to wear for most of the French holiday so far. However bad it was, the iron mask obviously did it was Fran and soon the crotch zip on her all encompassing catsuit was being pulled down and we began to fuck again.
"YES, YES, YES," my PVC covered alien screamed as she pounded up on down on my cock, causing great pleasure and pain at the same time.
My wrist were still cuffed behind my back so with every cycle of pumping, my arms took the pain, while my cock took the pleasure.
Again we both exploded but this time after cleaning herself off, Fran returned to clean my private parts, before refitting the chastity belt that came with this gite.
"There you go George," explained Fran who was now all business. "I'm going to head back to the gite and I'll see you in the morning.
"I do love you Fran," I responded. "Can I please lose the iron mask tonight sweetheart?"
"Okay darling," Fran answered, retrieving the key to unlock it. "After you get up in the morning, shower and shave, I'd like you to lock it back on yourself. The mask automatically locks when you close it so you should have no problems."
"You really like this mask Fran," I quizzed my PVC covered wife.
Fran just looked straight into my eyes:
"Yes George, I love it," replied Fran. "Vanessa has pointed me at the company in the UK who manufactures them so I plan to place an order as soon as we get home."
After locking the inside cage door and feeing my hands, Fran was gone and I had the run of the cottage, with unfettered access to food and drinks.
Back to zero points but without a doubt, one of the best sessions with my wife since she locked up my cock. I was happy and therefore (stupidly) I trusted her again! I had a great nights' sleep and I even did as I was asked the next morning so after showering and shaving, I locked the iron mask that I'd really begun to detest. Fran appeared around ten, long after I'd had my breakfast and was sitting watching the morning news from the BBC on Sky:
"Good morning my love," greeted Fran as she entered the caged area.
"Good morning my dearest wife," I replied. "I see you're in a good mood this fine morning?"
"And why not George," replied Fran. "I had the best nights' sex ever last night and I'm happy to be alive!"
"Well you could come right i now and I could started earning some points," I tried my luck?
To my surprise Fran accepted my invitation but as with current normal protocol, Fran instructed that I join her at the cage to have my hands cuffed behind my back. As soon as she was assured of her own safety, she unlocked and entered the cottage:
"Fran, I'm your husband and you're safe around me," I explained, placing my head on her shoulder, simply because I couldn't put my arms around her. "You don't have to handcuff me every time you come in the cottage."
"You're right I don't," replied Fran, placing her hands on my face and kissing me passionately. "George, my darling, this is just a holiday game and I'm enjoying treating you as my maximum security prisoner. I love you in that mask and I love it when your hands are secured behind your back. Your bondage turns me on constantly and every time I see you like that, I want to fuck your brains out!"
That was enough to persuade Fran onto the bed and to allow my fingers to pry in her most private of places. Within minutes of my fingers entering her pussy, she was squirming and moaning for the orgasm that she enjoyed so much. I prayed to hit the spot and gain two points or even more but as with all attempts to please my wife, it was very hit and miss and I only earned one point this morning.
My days continued in more comfort until Thursday, when Fran did finally release me from the mask and cottage. By Friday night, I'd earned back enough points to persuade Fran into bed but she announced my freedom and release would come on Thursday morning:
I didn't take the risk of pissing Fran off on Thursday morning so when she arrived in the cottage I was masked as required on previous mornings:
"You didn't need to put on the mask this morning my sweet," explained Fran.
"I wasn't 100% of the rules for release this morning pet," I replied. "I didn't want to risk losing my freedom today!"
"You're so sweet these days George," praised Fran. "I would like to cuff you for a little while this morning until after you get your reward so please come here and turn around."
Without a complaint, I allowed Fran to cuff me and we fucked like bunny rabbits for the next hour or so. After our session, Fran didn't replace the chastity belt; instead the stainless steel tube went back on and I was back to zero points with very little chance of earning ten back before we went home to England.
Thursday and Friday were two fantastic days, just like my holiday should have been. I was free of the iron mask, the wrist and ankle cuffs so I was free of bondage except for the chastity tube that would no doubt stay in place until I'd earned another ten points and that would mean we were back in England. During Thursday and Friday I did manage to earn another five points:
The journey home was uneventful. As with the trip down, I did all the driving while Fran relaxed. Life then fell back into the routine of me working from home most days, frustrated as hell and Fran coming home in the early evening to dinner ready and hopefully some opportunity for me to earn points.
The new belt arrives and much more
The summer came and went! For those of you reading this from the UK, you'll understand our lust for warmer weather so our UK summers are always far too sort and soon the fairer sex's are covering up again but this no longer meant much to me as I spent my time permanently locked in the chastity tube with the odd release for sex every time I'd picked up ten points, therefore Fran had picked up ten orgasms.
By November, I'd hit a problem. One of my clients needed me in the States for a month to help finish a project but there was no way I'd get through airport security with my cock locked in a steel tube so one wet Tuesday evening, when Fran had just sat down to dinner, I confronted her with the problem:
"Sweetheart, you know the way AGX want to finish that project I've been working on for the last six months," I started to explain?
"I sure do George," replied Fran. "You've been grumpy for weeks now and I was wondering when it would finish."
"Well Fran," I started to try and get my story right. "They've asked me to go to their Chicago HQ for a month to get the project finished as soon as possible."
"Ah sweetie, I see your problem," laughed Fran. "And you can't get through and airport while locked in the tube."
"That's right pet," I continued. "You've got the key to my freedom and I'd like to finish the project."
Fran sat silent, taking a few more mouthfuls of pasta and then she looked across at me:
"Actually George," Fran started to make a deal. "There are a few things I want to get done around here so having you out of the country for a month would really suit me. I'll make you a deal darling: The morning you leave for the airport, I'll unlock your tube and you're free to travel but you must accept that as soon as you get home, you're going back into chastity and you'll be on -100 points. Yes, that means you'll need to earn 110 points before your next release!"
I just looked at Fran in horror:
"You don't really mean that sweet, do you," I pleaded for some reduction in the penalty for being out of the country and out of the belt for a month?
"Yes I do George," responded Fran in a serious tone. "You'll be out of the tube for a month, with free and unfettered access to your cock for the entire time. Enjoy the freedom because when you get home, you'll have a long time to go without! Finally, every time you complain, I'm going to add a 5-point penalty to your sentence so it will take you even longer to earn the +10 points you need for an orgasm."
I had no choice but to accept Fran's deal and the following Sunday morning, Fran released me from my tube for the first time while not wearing handcuffs so I was free to travel to the States and masturbate as much as I wanted for the next four weeks. In the end, my trip last six weeks and a very unhappy Fran told me that I was now on -120 points from the minute I got home. We had a real big bust up that night on the phone and I stayed on in America for a further week to spend time with some friends. By the time I arrived back in London, it was a cold wet Tuesday morning and Fran was waiting for me at Heathrow:
"Hello sweetheart," I greeted my wife, throwing my arms around Fran.
"Oh are you actually talking to me George," responded Fran sarcastically?
"Of course," I replied in an equally sarcastic tone.
The journey home was frosty and I mean inside the car and not just outside. Fran was clearly very unhappy with me so I'd no idea what to expect. When we got into the house and I'd unpacked, I went for a long soak in the bath to clear my head from the overnight flight. I then got into bed and told Fran I s going to catch up on a few hours sleep but Fran insisted in bringing me up some coffee and toast:
"I thought you weren't talking to me Fran," I teased?
"I'm not really George," replied Fran. "I'll be much happier when I get you back into chastity and you start behaving yourself again!"
I looked at my wife as I finished the coffee and toast:
"There is no way you're putting that fucking tube back on me," I explained!
"I'm not sure you'll have a choice," laughed Fran."
"Of course I have a choice," I came straight back at her! "Anyway Fran, I'm, absolutely knackered and I would like a few hours kip so would you mind leaving me?"
"Yes my darling, you should be feeling really tired by now," explained Fran. "I've put enough drugs in your coffee to put you out for about four or five hours so enjoy your rest."
Fran was right, I was really struggling to stay awake and as hard as I tried, I could feel myself losing consciousness.
"Don't fight it darling," explained Fran as she wiped her hand across my cheek. "When you wake up you'll be locked in you new belt."
With those final words from my wife, my body betrayed me and the drugs sent me off to sleep.
When I finally started to come round, I was completely dazed and I'd no idea what was going on. I struggled to focus and couldn't move my arms to rub my eyes. As the shock took hold, I started come around much quicker and soon realised that I was naked except for tightness around my chest and waist and I was lying on my side, hogtied by handcuffs connected to ankle cuffs:
"Fran, what the fuck is going on," I screamed1
I heard her footsteps coming up the stairs:
"Ah you're awake George," greeted Fran as she entered our bedroom.
"Yes I'm awake," I replied in a panic. "What time is it and what the fuck have you done to me?"
Fran just sat on the bed and looked down on me:
"I've ensure my safety and ensured that your wee man is locked up," responded Fran. "Hold on a sec and I'll get a mirror."
When Fran came back with the mirror, the full horror of my situation hit me in the face. First Fran showed me my crotch, which was now hidden behind a brand new steel chastity belt that came high up my waist, squeezing it to ensure my waist was several sizes smaller than reality:
"Say hello to your new belt," explained Fran. "This cost me a fortune and ensures you have absolutely no access to your wee man. As you can see, this stainless steel belt gives you a completely flat crotch so no one will even realize you're a man under it. If we now take a look at your chest, I've added even more security. Say hello to your new chastity bra. Just like your new belt, this unbreakable bra gives you an excellent cleavage with no access to your nipples. You'll never be able to get out of it without the keys, which are now safely locked in our new wall safe, which only I know the combination to!"
I just looked up at Fran in complete shock:
"Why are you doing this to me Fran," I started to shed a tear?
"There, there honey," replied Fran. "You are so much a better husband when you're forced to submit to me so I'm just doing what makes you better and our marriage stronger."
Fran then explained that she had one last item to show me and she headed off for a few minutes. When she returned, I could see she'd bought a stainless steel mask that matched the chastity belt and bra:
"No, no, please Fran," I pleaded. "Please don't put that thing on me darling?"
"Relax George because you're in no position to argue right now, "Replied Fran as she started fitting the mask over my head.
This was very different because Fran stating putting tiny plugs in my ears before pulling the steel mask over my head and closing it shut until the two ends clicked closed:
"Fran, I can't hear anything," I panicked?
"You can now," replied Fran, turning on a tiny microphone that she now held in her right hand. "This mask cost me a lot and I mean a lot! You're now experiencing the built in Bluetooth headset so you can answer the phone in your new study and remain in the mask so get used to it because you will be wearing it nearly every day, all day!"
Fran then showed me the other accessories that came with this mask. She pulled out a massive rubber penis gag and screwed it into the mask after forcing it into my mouth. Next she produced two round disks and screwed then into the mask, over both eye holes so I was now blind, death and dumb.
"Relax and enjoy your new toys George," I'll be back in an hour and I'll show you're new room and study.
What the fuck was Fran on about but I had no choice but to wait as she turned off the microphone and left me in darkness with no way to communicate at all; forced to lay on my side with my feet and hands cuffed and the new chastity bra and belt squeezing parts of my body that I never knew could be squeezed so much.
I had to wait an hour or so for Fran to return and by the time she did I was about to piss myself. I mumphed into my gag, trying to get Fran's attention to the fact I was in pain. When she finally unscrewed the eye coverings and penis gag, and turned on her microphone I could once again communicate with my wife:
"Fran, I need to take a leak," I pleaded to be released from my hogtie.
"Okay, hold on a minute," replied Fran as she used her key to unlock the padlock that connected my leg irons and handcuffs.
Once free, Fran helped me to my feet and I hobbled into the ensuite and sat down, a manoeuvre I'd become really good at without the use of my arms. Once relieved, I came back into the bedroom:
"What's this about you showing me my new room Fran," I quizzed? "This is our bedroom so what are you on about?"
Fran instructed me to follow her out of our bedroom and across the landing to the spare room. The fact that she pulled the door open was strange because all internal doors in our house pushed open. I then realised that Fran had done some internal remodelling when I was in the States. The first thing I saw was barred gate, which Fran had to unlock to enter the spare bedroom. I didn't like where this was leading:
"Welcome to your new room George," greeted Fran as I followed her into the remodelled spare bedroom.
The room had only changed slightly as there was still a double bed in the middle of the room but a new bed with steel headboard and footboard and chains ending in handcuffs already attached and no doubt awaiting my limbs, attached to the four corners. Fran then led me into the Jack-and-Jill ensuite bathroom, which hadn't changed at all. As we then entered the second spare bedroom from the ensuite that separate the two bedrooms, I could see Fran had moved my study upstairs and added a wall-mounted TV and a two seat sofa:
"Welcome to your new accommodation George," Fran continued the tour. "You will live in here and come out only when I want, which will be for sex or housework. You work from home so here you will stay and don't think about anymore trips abroad!"
"Fran this is ridiculous," I screamed! "You can't keep me locked up in day in day out!"
"Yes I can sweetheart," Fran replied. "You have -150 points to earn before your next release so I can come in here and you can service me. I can bring you breakfast and dinner and when I'm at work, I'll leave you lunch but in this apartment, you will remain!"
Fran then headed back towards the bedroom again, pointing out that the door to my new study had been blocked off and the new mirrored security windows had been installed with bars on the inside to stop me escaping. When back at the barred gate, Fran slammed the gate closed, automatically engaging the lock and then suggested I turn around to have my leg irons and handcuffs removed.
"Can I get dressed Fran," I asked?
"Yes George, your drawers are fully stocked so you may dress in whatever you desire," replied Fran, heading off, closing the outer door behind her, leaving me in silence again.
I then headed over to the cupboard to get something to wear and that's when I hit my next problem: Fran had filled my cupboard and drawers with girl's cloths only. I went back to the door and yelled for Fran but she didn't appear. Instead the phone rang. Picked up the received and tried to hold it my ear but it didn't work. I couldn't hear a thing. I then heard Fran shouting up the stairs:
"Just hit the fucking answer button you idiot!!!"
When the phone rang again, I hit the answer button and my earphones then engaged:
"Hello," I said.
"Hello you thick piece of shit," greeted Fran! "I've told you that your iron mask has built in Bluetooth capability. When you want to answer the phone, just push the answer button. When you want to make a call, you just need to dial a number and hit the green button. Anyway, what the fuck do you want?"
"Well for you not to be so rood for a start," I responded!
"That's just cost you another two points George," replied Fran angrily.
"Okay, why is there only girls cloths in here," I asked.
I could hear Fran laughing on the other end of the phone:
"Because this is the next stage of your submission process," explained Fran. "From now on, you only wear female clothing and you will come to love it!"
"But Fran, this is ridiculous," I screamed!
"That's another two points you idiot," replied Fran. "You're now on minus 154 points and therefore need to earn 164 points before your next trip out of the chastity belt! I suggest you quit now or you'll not be having an orgasm before the New Year at this rate.
That was a scary thought because based on my current points total there was no way that I could earn enough points to have sex before 2010. Fran then hung up and I headed back to the drawers, picked out a pair of black opaque tights, a short skirt and a T-Shirt to wear. Fran has left me absolutely no trouser at all so I'd be getting used to wearing skirts dresses, stockings and tights. There were shoes but I was indoors and couldn't be bothered putting on shoes.
That late afternoon Fran returned with a tray of food:
"George, are you there," I could hear her calling in my head?"
I had been sitting on the sofa watching TV so I headed back to the bars to find Fran waiting with a tray in her hand:
"You look fantastic honey," greeted Fran.
"Thanks sweetheart," I replied. "I suppose it could be worse.
"That's the spirit George," responded Fran as she handed me the tray of food through the serving hatch in the bars.
I was then left along once again to enjoy my new prison. When Fran returned to collect the tray, she asked me to go and lie on the bed and lock my ankles and wrists into the cuffs on the bed. She headed back downstairs with the tray but when she returned, I was struggling to get the second wrist cuff on:
"Don't worry George, there is no way you'll manage that one alone," explained Fran as she unlocked the bars and entered my room. "Are you ready to start earning some points?"
I lay on the bed with both ankles attached to opposite corners of the footboard and my left hand locked in a cuff at the left corner of the head board. Fran came in a started undressing. My cock tried hard to break out of his prison but there was no escaping the chastity belt without a key and I couldn't get to the keys as they were locked in Fran's new combination safe. She climbed onto the bed and I fingered to a multiple orgasm, earning me my first 2 points (or so I thought).
"Fuck me that was fantastic George," praised Fran. "I'll tell you what; I'll give you a sporting chance to earn back extra points honey. If you give me a multiple; I'll award you five points so that gives you an extra incentive to perform!"
"Well that is very sporting of you," I sarcastically responded.
"Well if you don't want to earn those extra points, we'll continue as before honey," replied Fran. "I'm sure you would like to come before Christmas this year!"
I was now on -149 points so a very long way to go.
My first release from the new belt and change in circumstances.
This now brings us full circle and March 2010, where we started this tail and my new life in chastity, which started one year ago. I earned back those 149 points and the other 10 I needed for my first orgasm but it didn't come until last night: Friday 27th March 2010. Since being locked in my new apartment as I'd come to know the upstairs prison in my own home, I'd only been let out once or twice a week to satisfy Fran and even take her out for dinner. On the trips outside, I was taken out of the chastity bra and steel mask and even allowed to wear my own (male) cloths. At all other times, I remained masked and in chastity and dressed as a girl, which over the months had become normal for me and maybe even acceptable as Fran broke my will to fight back but last night (Fri-27-Mar-10) was a night to remember:
"Good evening sweetheart," greeted Fran as she came to the locked gate of my apartment with a tray of food.
I accepted the tray, exchanged pleasantries and as per our normal routine, Fran left me to eat alone. On her return to the gate I knew she was ready to give me the first release since November as she was dressed to impress in a black leather corset, black opaque stockings and a black leather mask with her long brown hair cascading from a hole on top. The leather mask had and open mouth and two eye holes so I guessed my wife was ready to put some fun back into my life:
"Do you like what you see George," asked Fran?
"Yes sweetheart, very much," I replied as I turned to allow Fran to lock my wrists into a pair of standard S&W handcuffs.
Now this was a turn-up because up until now, Fran had always used the hinged cuffs, which wouldn't allow me any release, even with the keys so if I could just get to the keys this time, I'd be free! Once safely in the cuffs, Fran unlocked and entered my apartment. We tried to kiss but the steel mask wouldn't offer much chance of me getting my tongue out of the mouth hole:
"I think we can get rid of the mask George," explained Fran as she pulled a key from the ring attached to her leather corset.
I was glad to be out of it for the second time today. As with our trip to France, Fran always allowed me out of the mask in the morning to shower and shave but I lived and slept in the hideous thing day and night for the last four and a bit months. Once the mask was gone, I could kiss my wife, through the open mouth of her leather mask, which offered much better access than the steel mask Fran had forced me to wear.
"George, I love in that dres," complemented Fran.
She obviously got off on my being dressed as a girl and today I was wearing satin pinafore dress over a light weight stretchy and very clingy, short sleeved shirt and a pair those thick black opaque tights I'd been wearing every day now since November.
"Do you like being dressed as a girl," asked Fran?
"I've just gotten used to it pet," I replied, kissing her again.
"I think you really do enjoy cross-dressing George," laughed Fran "and I really do think you love wearing those tights!"
I went red as Fran began to tease me even more about my state of attire but soon we were on the bed, kissing and making out with Fran doing most of the work due to the simple fact I was handcuffed.
"I think I'm going to have to remove your tights George to get access to your belt," teased Fran as she waved a set of keys to my belt in front of my nose.
I smiled and allowed Fran to go to work, removing my black tights and with some major effort, my steel chastity belt. I was desperate to be naked and free of the chastity bra but I knew I shouldn't complain as this was probably my only chance in a while to make love to my wife and gain release.
"I think we better clean him up," teased Fran as she headed off to the bathroom to fetch a wet cloth for my cock, who had been imprisoned for months now.
As Fran worked to clean my crotch and balls, my dick stayed rock hard as he had done since the second Fran removed the belt.
"Boy he is eager tonight," laughed Fran!
"What do you expect darling," I replied in a sarcastic tone. "He's been locked up since last year!"
Fran finally came back to bed and climbed onto my face, which required me to now get her wet and therefore prepared for sex. To be honest, Fran was already wet as she climbed onto my face so it wasn't long until she moved down the bed and mounted my throbbing cock. It was as she humped me that I noticed something plastic attached to the side of her corset. I couldn't believe my eyes because it was a tazer; an electric stun gun, which were illegal in the UK. I continued fucking Fran from below but always with one eye on how I could gain access to the stun gun and take my first advantage of escape since this whole experience began one year ago. My hands were cuffed behind my back so there was no way to gain access to the tazer from below Fran. I might be in luck because the harder she pumped me, the more the tazer looked like it could easily slip from the corset so I worked harder to ensure Fran pumped harder and as we both climaxed, my luck finally turned as the tazer fell to the bed. As with most sessions in the past, when Fran had my hands cuffed behind my back; my arms ached after sex and I normally moved to gain some relief from the pain as Fran headed to the bathroom to clean herself up. I used this opportunity to grab the tazer with my cuffed hands and plan how I could take control of Fran. I didn't have to wait long as I stood up with my wrists still handcuffed and my leather and Lycra clad, masked wife returned and kissed me:
"Fuck that was good George, wasn't it," Fran fished for complements?
"It was fantastic my love," I praised as I kissed her again, trying to get my wife back in the mood and relaxed enough so that she missed the fact she had dropped the tazer and I had it.
We started to kiss again and Fran pushed hard into me, to gain more tongue in her mouth:
"You need to earn another ten points to be fucked again," teased Fran!
"Is that right sweetheart," I teased as I continued to work her back into a frenzy.
It was then I took my one and only chance. I reached my fingers to the trigger and brining my arms round as far as I could; I pushed the tazer into Fran's thigh and pushed the button releasing the electricity straight into my wife, dropping her to the bed immediately. This was another stroke of luck because even with my hands cuffed behind my back, I was able to position my wife in such a way that enabled me to lock a cuff around her left ankle. She started to come around so I hit her with another shock and she slumped again! This allowed me to grab the keys from her corset and because I was locked in the S&W cuffs, I was easily able to unlock myself. I couldn't believe what was happening, adrenalin was now flowing fast through my veins and I had only a limited time to totally immobilise my wife. Fran did start to stir again as I locked her right ankle into the corresponding cuff on the footboard so I used the tazer to put her out for the third time. This allowed me ample time to lock her wrists into the cuffs on the headboard so I was now safe! I wanted to give her some of her own medicine so after I zapped her for the fourth time, I had the steel mask locked over her head and the leather mask below. Is was now time for me to get out of the dress and steel chastity bra so I took the keys and left the apartment, locking the gate behind me, leaving Fran spread-eagle, cuffed to my bed!
My luck was really in tonight as the keys to my belt and bra were on the same key-ring so with some effort, I was out of the steel bra and free to do as I pleased, even if I could hear my wife yelling and screaming from across the landing. I had to find the gag accessory for the steel mask so after some hunting, I found Fran's stash of toys and I returned to the gated apartment and stood in front of my wife, who was now in a rage:
"You fucking bastard George," let me out of here," she screamed!
"No chance," I replied forcing the rubber penis gag into her mouth and screwing it into place. "That should keep you quiet while I decide what to do with you!"
I picked up the tights and headed out of the room, closing and locking the barred gate behind me. Now you're all thinking, why the tights? Well, why not? I actually was enjoying the soft feeling of the dresses and tights that Fran had forced me to wear since last November and even the stockings, leather and PCV that I'd worn previously during our mild sessions before this game of Fran's got serious.
As I entered our bedroom, I saw something lying on our marital bed that I was wasn't expecting. I picked up what was defiantly a chastity belt but certainly not the one I'd been forced to wear since last November. This was made of steel, just like mine but the crotch strap had a bulb on it, which clearly must have been worn by Fran. I checked out the belt and it was lying unlocked. I then spent some time finding the key that locked and unlocked the belt, which gave me a great idea. I then pulled on the black opaque tights I'd been wearing today and then pulled the dress over my head. I then headed back to the apartment door, opened it, followed by the barred gate:
"Hello my sweet, look what I found," holding up the unlocked female chastity belt?
Fran bucked against her bonds and tried to scream into her gag but the rubber penis did its' job perfectly so I was able to approach Fran who was now secure in her bonds and I started pressing my fingers into her pussy. As my dick betrayed me during my months of enforced bondage, Fran became very wet, very quickly and soon she was pushing her pussy hard against my fingers, expecting a release that would never come; well not for a while! With Fran's pussy now well lubricated in her own juices, I pulled the steel belt over her waist and sliding the bulb into her soaking wet cunt, I brought the ends together and clicked the lock shut:
"That should keep you frustrated for a while," I laughed. "You're now on -50 points so only 60 more until your next release!"
Fran shook her steel covered head and cried into her gag but she knew I was serious as I left the apartment, locking the barred gate behind me.
I returned to Fran around eleven that evening and collected some more cloths before deciding what to do with my bound wife:
"Okay Fran, I'm going to get you out of the cuffs but you must agree to work with me," I instructed.
Fran nodded her head so I started to release her hands from the headboard, as she had done on many times for me:
"Okay my sweet, please put your hands behind your back," I asked holding a pair of hinged cuffs, trying not to make the mistake that cost Fran her freedom earlier today.
As soon as Fran's hands were cuffed behind her back, I unlocked her ankles so she was free to sit up on the bed for the first ie in hours. I then unscrewed and removed her rubbed gag:
"Please George, don't do this to me," pleaded Fran? "You can't keep me here, I have a job to go to on Monday morning so you can't keep me here!"
"Why should I show you any mercy Fran," I asked? You've kept me locked-up, handcuffed, masked for months now so why should I be nice to you?"
I explained to Fran that I would deal with her in the morning but for tonight, she would remain locked in the apartment, I'd been locked in since November. I headed back to the barred gate and in the manoeuvre that I'd been forced to endure for months now, I locked the gate and then unlocked Fran's cuffs, before wishing her a good night's sleep.
Back in my bedroom, I enjoyed my first self release in nearly a year. What a rush it was getting Fran into bondage and knowing she was now my prisoner that I pumped myself sore all night. By Sunday morning I was sore and knackered! My chastity belt was sitting there so after a fantastic shower, I slipped back into my own belt but with the keys now under my control, I locked it back on myself. I then slipped into a pair of black tights, black cashmere jersey and a red and black tartan mini skirt before heading over the apartment to come up with solution to our problem with Fran because she was right, I couldn't keep her locked up, the same way she had locked me up for the past year. Basically we needed to even things up a little.
"Good morning sleepy head," I greeted my wife who was now naked in bed, with just her chastity belt and iron mask so she must have removed the leather corset and black stockings.
"Good morning darling," Fran responded. "Why are you still dressed as a girl?"
"Because I like it Fran," I responded. "Anyway we have a lot to talk about so please come over here and I'll lock hands behind your back?"
With that Fran reversed over to the barred gate and I cuffed her hands behind her back with the hinged handcuffs and the key hole pointing up of course! I then entered the room and directed Fran towards the bed:
"Sit down sweetheart, we need to talk," I explained as I directed Fran towards the unmade bed.
"Darling, you can't keep me here," pleaded Fran in an extremely submissive tone.
"I know that I can't," I replied, pulling up my tartan mini skirt and taping on the steel chastity belt.
"You're locked up George," commented Fran in a surprised reply.
"Yes Fran, I'm locked up and cross dressed," I responded. "I love you darling, I really do but your game has gone far too far! I enjoy the chastity belt and cross-dressing and I love the way it turns you on. I also enjoy the bondage but not when you lock up in this room for months on end and you treat me like your prisoner. Things have to change around here or I'm going to leave you Fran."
My wife broke down in tears apologising for making me hate her so much.
"I don't hate you Fran," I comforted my wife, placing my arms around her. "I love you but I don't want to be your prisoner. It is very clear that we've entered a very inky phase in our marriage so I'd like to make you a deal."
Fran then stopped subbing and looked up at me:
"Hold on pet, I'm going to remove your mask," I offered. "I can't take you seriously when you're wearing that."
I leant over and unlocked the steel mask and then unlaced the leather mask, removing both from Fran's heading, exposing her beautiful face and long blonde hair, which were both in a mess after so many hours of bondage.
"Okay my sweet," I started to lay out my deal. "Until you earn back fifty points, you're going to remain belted and also you're going to wear the chastity bra. After those sixty days are up, we're even and on zero points each. I'm going to buy another safe and we are going to lock the keys to each other's belts in our own safes. That means we will control access to each other's chastity belt."
Fran started to smile for the first time in ages (I'm sure):
"You're going to remain belted and I'm going to have the keys to your belt George," confirmed Fran?
"That's right Fran," I replied. "And you're going to remain belted and I'm going to keep the keys to your belt."
Fran seemed to relax a little.
"I have also got one more demand Fran," I explained. "Until you earn back your sixty points, you will remain locked in here."
Fran started to panic, shaking her head:
"No, not all the time," I eased the pain. "I will let you out in the morning but when you come home from work, you will be going back inside until the next morning. When you have earned back the points and we're both on zero, then we're even and we go back to living as husband and wife on equal terms. We're so equal; we'll both be locked in chastity belts!"
"What if I don't agree to the deal George," asked Fran.
"That's quite simple Fran," I replied. "I will leave right now and I'll apply for a divorce!"
Fran started to cry again and I comforted her some more.
"I love you George and I don't want to lose you," sobbed Fran.
"If you accept my deal, you will be rather uncomfortable until you earn back those points," I continued "but at least you'll not have to experience the hell you put me through!"
Fran leaned over and placed her head on my shoulder. I kissed her on the head and then we fell back on the bed, kissing more passionately.
"George, I love you so much and I will of course accept your deal but will you dress like that every day," quizzed Fran?
I looked down at my wife and smiled:
"This deals brings us onto more equal terms so the deal is simple," I laughed. "If you dress in a nice outfit each morning, I'll dress in a nice outfit each morning but only if I haven't got a trip outside."
Fran just laughed and said that she loved the deal and wanted to earn back some points right now. I suggested she take a shower and we work on that later.
So with a deal in place I headed for a laptop and started to document the story that has brought my wife, Fran and I to where we are today. In effect, we're now both belted into submission and until she provides me with the next fifty orgasms, she will be less than equal but our new passion for chastity begins today.
Author: Ed Kilpatrick
E-mail: EdKBound@GMail.com
If you have any comments or ideas on how to continue this story, please do not hesitate to send me a mail.
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