A Gift in the Post

I had read about stuff like this on the internet. On the sites, I went to when no one was looking, late at night when I was sure I was alone.

I have had bondage fantasies since I was too young to be a dirty old pervert, and what I was looking at was the pinnacle of those fantasies.

I had just returned to my little flat and found the box waiting for me outside the door. Just a plain brown cardboard box with a delivery label with my name and address. Something from eBay I assumed. I was always buying junk and getting rid a month later.

I couldn't even remember what it was I'd bought this time. I popped it on my post table then found a knife, opened it and there I stood mouth wide open looking at what had been for me until now just images on a screen.

This was defiantly not a piece of junk, where it had come from I could not imagine. What I discovered as I parted the plain brown packing paper was a bright, highly polished stainless steel chastity belt. It was the thing of my wildest fantasies. I was, to say the least, a little surprised.

The only other item in the box was a padlock. There was no letter, no note, other than the courier's label that said "Strictly Private and Confidential. I was fascinated, how could I not be?

I removed the lock from its sealed packing and three keys fell onto the floor. I was in a complete quandary my brain saying steady boy let's have a good look at this and my dick screaming put it on put it on put it on.

Obviously, dick won the argument, but not until I had tested that the keys worked and I'd had a proper look. It was seemingly made entirely of what looked like stainless steel including the tube and when I had assembled the waist belt to the crotch belt I noticed a ring on the front. Pulling the ring caused dozens of tiny sharp spikes to peep out of their little holes in the tube, probably not enough to permanently damage its occupant but I would guess enough to draw a little blood when a good pull was applied to the ring, A lesser pull would still cause the wearer pain but less damage.

The phone rang, I ignored it, it was bound to be someone from a land far away wanting to explain to me why the phone package she was selling was much better than the one I had now.

I checked the key in the lock again, it worked, It took me a while to figure out that the lock slid into a pocket in the front plate of the belt and the two arms of the waist belt were pushed down simultaneously onto the hasp forcing the lock to snap shut and completely hiding the padlock from view. This just about made it totally tamper-proof.

Putting the key in the lock and giving the key a quarter turn released the locking mechanism. The arms jumped up about half an inch and could then be sprung out of the way releasing the victim. So far so good, the phone rang again, I cursed it and ignored it again.

My mind was spinning my dick was throbbing and the two thoughts in my head were where on earth had this evil little bit of kit come from and why when it was so obviously made for me had I not tried it on yet?

I needed to investigate further; I was a little worried about the tube and its spikes. The tube had a lining of what appeared to be a soft silicone rubber, there was no way the spikes would come out without a pull on the ring.

The tube was mounted on a slide that allowed it some limited movement. It was connected to the slide by two tee section head studs. These had to be at the end of the slide to disengage and come free of the tube. That was impossible while the belt was locked on.

This is a very solid piece of kit and would take considerable effort and expertise to take it off without the key. There were no other hitches as far as I could see so in for a penny.

I dropped my pants, and my y-fronts and took off my shirt for good measure. Holding the waist belt I stepped into it and pulled it up. But that was it, there was no way on God's green earth my dick was going into that tube.

Off I went to the freezer and a strategically placed bag of frozen peas had my dick back to its sleeping size. It hurt a bit but no pain no gain as they say.

I tried again, and failed again as soon as I tried to push my cock into the tube it hardened up and refused to go inside.

I remembered reading on a chastity belt website about the "sock trick". So I chilled my poor dick again and put a sock on it, pulled the belt up and threaded my dick into the tube, I brought the arms around and tried to push them into the lock to close it. The whole contraption pushed down hard on my cock and balls and hurt like hell.

Using a mirror I could see the tube was not moving all the way up its slide I would have to take it off and repeat the icing and sock detail again, or a little force may just do it. I managed to get my finger in behind it and the phone rang again. "Piss off" I hissed as I freed the slide which sprang to the end of its travel with a click. That allowed me to press the arms of the waist belt into the lock pocket and click It was locked.

The pain from the spikes as my dick swelled almost had me reaching for the key but with a deep breath or two I managed to gain a little self-control and with the aid of the spikes I felt my poor member recede.

The phone rang again, I picked it up. "About time," said a husky female voice I knew but could not place. "I suppose you have been playing with my toy?"

"What!" I answered.

"Ohh I'm hurt, you don't remember me, do you?"

"What!"

You bought me a drink at the last Battersea Fetish Market!"

"What," even I realised my answers were getting a little boring.

"Have you been playing with my belt she insisted?"

"Err no I replied."

"Oh well if you don't like it I will come round and collect it."

The phone went dead. Shit, I love the idea of this but I am not about to admit I am a world-ranking first-class weirdo to someone whose voice I cannot even remember.

I grabbed the keys and had a feel for the slot. To my abject horror, I could not get the key in, using the mirror I could see the slot was obscured by a small sliding stainless steel plate.

Rather ingeniously the slide arrangement on the tube was linked to this plate. To move the plate back the tube had to be slid back. To slide the tube back it had to be unlocked. To unlock it I had to slide the plate back. I was missing something here but for the life of me, I couldn't see what.

I tried to move the slide back, it moved about a millimetre, and so did the tube. After that slight movement, it was solid. As I saw it then the only way to take this off is to have it cut off.

At this point, my memory kicked in and in my mind's eye, I saw a woman about 50ish but very well presented nothing outlandish, well not by the Fetish Market standards anyway. We were sat in the bar having a drink. I had asked her on a date, and she didn't refuse but she didn't expect either. She gave me a number and I gave her my home and mobile numbers.

We talked about Fem Dom stuff, spanking, and forced cunnilingus and I had admitted to her I found the idea of male orgasm denial a huge turn-on and had often fantasised about buying myself a chastity belt.

I also told her of the one I had made, I didn't even tell my ex-wife about that. How it worked, successfully. How it nearly put me in the A&E of our local hospital. It caused skin abrasion that I ignored until, not keeping it as clean as I should have I ended up with an infection.

I had tried ringing her half a dozen times but the phone was never answered. She had said she was going on a trip but had been no more specific than that. She was defiantly my mystery voice.

Nothing much had been said but I thought she might be into some real kinky stuff. She had asked me if I ever wanted to play the role of a ponyboy but that was all.

Thinking about it I had said a lot about myself but had received very little information back. She had one small white wine and then said she had to go as she was travelling tomorrow.

I was allowed to walk her to her car, I got a good view of her lacy red knickers, suspenders and stocking tops as she climbed into her 5 ltr Supercharged Jaguar XF, Wow.

The intercom squealed, "Shit!" I exclaimed. I pulled my jeans on and a T-shirt and answered. "Hello, let me in, please." Despite the please, it was an order. She did not shout, it was not rude but an order never the less.

I wanted to give her a piece of my mind but my finger pressed the door release button. I heard her heels on the stairs as I opened my door. She walked into my little world as if she owned it.

She dropped a hold all onto the floor, unbuttoned and slipped off her full-length leather coat and handed it to me. I cried out in real pain as my dick instantly sprang to attention.

It felt as though every point in the tube had pierced my circumcised nob. The very understandable reaction from my best mate was provoked by the way she was dressed.

A cherry red leather corset that just covered the nipple line, the narrowest waist I had ever seen and ended in eight suspenders holding up black stockings and a pair of boots with thin shiny metal stiletto heels that had to be very near six inches. A pair of frilly black knickers that looked a little out of place but I felt it best not to comment.

I must have looked a little surprised as she pointed out that the sleeve of her toy was soft silicone and would allow me a little movement but the spikes would prevent any nonsense.

She asked me if I had any questions, and I said, "does this belt come off." Playing the game well she then changed tack and said, "I don't understand, what belt, you distinctly told me you had not touched it."

She held the silence for two or three minutes. Despite the obvious bulges in my jeans, I could not bring myself to admit I had locked myself into her chastity belt.

"Show me," she eventually said. I was frozen. "Strip!" She commanded in that undeniable voice of hers. I dropped my jeans. "And the rest." I took my T shit off and trainers followed. "That's better, yes it does, it needs a magnetic key and the knowledge of where to put it."

"I have the knowledge but as you distinctly told me you hadn't touched the belt I left the magnetic key in my safe at home. You wanted a date?"

"Err, yes".

"My name is Miranda, but you, you can call me Mistress, in fact, you will call me Mistress"

"Yes Mistress"

"I have invested a lot of money in you so I am very much hoping you won't let me down. If you tell me at any time you want to remove the belt, by saying I demand you remove this belt I will take you to wherever the key is, remove the belt and bring you back here.

Saying anything else will be treated as play and you will be punished.

After that, you will never see me again. I may change the conditions at any time, you will have one chance to agree otherwise we will part in the manner outlined. Do you agree?"

Unable to speak I handed her the three keys.

"Good, I'll take that as a yes. Next time I will have a proper answer or you will have a well-whipped arse. You don't need to give me much of a reason to do that. I will enjoy doing it much more than you will enjoy receiving it, be assured of that. Now, about that date, we are going to a party, and I need to dress you."

Picking up the bag she produced a pair of thumb cuffs. Just put your arms behind your back. I want to see if these work on you. Click, click.

Actually sweet, they always work but they don't scare a novice anywhere near as much as this does. She pulled out of her holdall a fearsome-looking armbinder. This suits a big strong lad like you much better than a kid skin or chamois.

She had me secured in it in seconds telling me I must let her know if I loose feeling in my arms. She was right. I was getting pretty scared. She seemed to sense it. I think I'll gag you before we go any further. Next from the holdall came a hood with a zipped mouth and eyepieces. I was just thinking this isn't much of a gag

Don't worry, I won't ask you to do anything you don't want to. Well, not anything you really don't want to. Well, actually I probably will. You can be sure you won't get hurt. She held my face in her hands so she was looking through my eyes into my mind. Kissed me on the lips and said well maybe a little bit as she squeezed my balls hard. As I opened my mouth to squeal she popped in a gag, and fastened it in place with the zipper.

"There is only one thing sexier than watching a big strong, tightly bound ponyboy helplessly dribbling on his chest. That's watching a big healthy tightly bound ponygirl helplessly dribbling on her tits."

Then she added a pair of clover clamps. I tried a pair before at a fetish show these hurt just as much. I made a complaint, which was answered by the removal of the frilly knickers revealing her totally bald damp cunt, she opened the zip. "Give me the ball she demanded." I did, she wrapped them around the ball. Then stuffed them and the ball back inside my mouth. Before they went in I could see her wetness glistening. Do you like the taste of my cunt? I hope you do, like it or not your going to be tasting and smelling an awful lot of it from now on. A nasty little crop appeared from the holdall and then twelve red stripes appeared on my backside.

She looked at me and said if you want that belt off nod your head my cock was in agony but I stood stock still. Then a dog lead appeared and was clipped to the ring on the chastity belt and I then understood how much control it gave her. I was hoping you would ask me to take it off. I wanted to see the look in your eye when I said no.

Finally, she produced a butt plug with a horsehair tail attached, I was asked if I had ever worn one and I shook my head. "Well now is the time to try, it's going to be in you more often than it's not." She led me to my kitchen table and bent me over it. And with the use of a fair amount of lube the plug was inserted and then locked in position. You will be grateful for that when we get there. Quite a few of my friends are gay she told me. I was not grateful for it then.

Another dozen stripes were added this time purely for her enjoyment. I was then forced to watch her finger herself to a noisy orgasm, she wiped her fingers under the nostril holes in my hood. My eye zips were closed and I was led unable to resist. I was to be lead, dressed like this through the communal arias of my block of flats to her car then driven to a party god knows where. My nipples were numb, my cock felt like it had one hundred needles piercing it the horsehair was tickling the back of my knees and my arse was on fire my senses were overpowered by her scent and taste. I was in heaven.

"Trott on boy and lift those knees." Thwack