Those of you who have not experienced forced chastity out there, listen to this. Imagine that you are locked into a steel chastity tube, the inside dimensions roughly the same as your flaccid state. You become aroused; your penis tries to respond; blood pumps in; the penis fills the space instantly, but it is only a shadow of the size of what it would be, had it been free of the steel that binds it. Oh, it is hard, but it cannot grow, the engorging blood is repulsed and it cannot become erect, and it may not and can not ejaculate. Imagine that torture and now I will tell you my story.
My wife Jade is a playful and firm young woman, imaginative in all things sexual. She was sitting on my lap facing me. We had just finished a wild and fulfilling sexual experience and my hands were still cuffed behind the chair. My juices were running out of her onto my thigh and I was becoming distinctly uncomfortable. I was gagged and could not complain, at least not verbally, although guttural whimpers escaped me.
"Not so fast my little stallion," she said, brushing my hair back from my sweat-stained face. Her leather corset squeaked in a leather way as she rocked on my thighs.
"Remember those measurements I made of your privates about three months ago?"
She did not wait for an answer, nor could I have given one. "The device has arrived and now it's time to try it on." I had no idea what she was talking about and implied this with my furrowed brow.
Jade flicked her long fingernails across my nipples and I started to get hard again. I was never able to resist her; her passion and domination are overpowering, a drug as powerful as coke, as sweet and smooth as Chardonnay. She noticed my penis twitching weakly and laughed. "That's what I'm waiting for," she said, and threw her head back slightly, laughing, as her hair cascaded backwards over her shoulders.
"I am going to lock a very, very uncomfortable and heavy steel collar on you now my dear, just to ensure that you do my bidding. Do you understand?"
I nodded, as I had no other alternative.
She left me then and walked from the room. The breeze of her exit fanned my wet thighs and I felt a brief shiver, partly from the cold, partly from the anticipation of something exciting and unknown. I watched her exit, her perfect body encased in the electrifying corset, the stiletto boots thudding on the bedroom carpet, then clacking on the slate of the hallway. I could not move as my legs were also cuffed to the chair legs, nor did I want to move. I had never been disappointed in one of her imaginings. Nonetheless this seemed a bit off; a heavy uncomfortable steel collar? To ensure her bidding? However, it was not fightable, so I waited.
Her arms were full with two boxes on her return, one of which she put on the bed, the other on my lap. It was heavy, very heavy; I estimated it at about two pounds.
"It's three pounds," she said as she removed what looked like a cast iron collar about four inches high from top to bottom, hinged at one side and a large padlock hanging from the clasp at the open end. She opened the collar and I choked in fright, as I began to struggle and attempt to say no. It was lined with spikes, not sharp ones mind you, but spikes nonetheless, and the bottom of the collar, the part that rested on the top of the shoulders, was similarly spiked.
She smiled. "Lift up your head my dear." It was the way she said it, so playful, and yet so firm and confident that I did not have anything alternative to do. She waited. And I complied.
First sensation, cold, very cold. Second, the loud clang as it shut at the front. Third, the prodding of the spikes as the fourth sensation hit my brain like a thunderbolt, the lock clicking shut. She let it go then and I felt the full weight of it hit my shoulders and I groaned through the gag.
"I'm going to hide the key to the collar my dear, and then I'm going to release you from the chair. Comfy collar isn't it? I tried it on earlier today. I still have red spots on my neck. See?" And she pushed her hair back to reveal what I had already seen but had not brought to her attention as I thought they had been zits of some sort and I did not want to spoil the mood earlier.
When she returned she did as she said. I was free of everything but the awful collar.
"Jesus Jade, this collar is horrible. What's all this about? You must have something pretty serious up your sleeve."
"Close your eyes," she said. I heard her opening the box on the bed, the swish of tissue paper and a faint but distinct clinking sound. "Now open them."
She had in her hand a stainless steel tube shockingly similar in dimensions to a penis and for a moment I thought that she was going to make me bend over and take a steel dildo in the rear, but then I noticed another steel ring at the end of it about two inches in diameter. The tube was locked to it with a silver padlock.
"What the hell is that?" I said as I reached out for it. This device was also cold and heavy.
"It's your chastity belt," she said matter of fact. You are going to put it on and lock it. After it is locked on, I will unlock the collar."
"Really? Are you serious? Where's the key?"
"Oh, that's hidden away. Don't worry, I know where it is. Lock it on lover-boy, and the collar comes off. I'll be in the kitchen with a nice glass of wine. When you are done, come see me." She left, still in her corset and heels, and I stared after her in disbelief.
Twenty minutes later when I figured out how the chastity device came apart and how to put it on, the pain from the collar was becoming intolerable. I made the decision that this had to be a simple mind game she was playing. Five minutes later I clicked the lock shut and stared at my predicament. The chastity device was also spiked in appropriate places to prevent removal and discourage engorgement of the penis. Removal of the device was impossible as the ring encircled both the penis and the testicles. I lifted the lock at the top and let it drop, hearing the clink sound and feeling the weight of the device as it dropped. The collar was killing me so I pulled on some boxer shorts and padded out to the kitchen.
"Jade, this collar is too much. Jesus, get this freaking thing off me!" I twisted my head in an attempt to be comfortable, "Ow, Ow...ow! Shit!"
Jade smiled and said nothing, simply approaching me and feeling the chastity device, checking the lock. Satisfied, she smiled again.
As I strained to find a comfort spot within the collar, she paced back and forth in front of me very slowly and said, "From now on I am going to control when, where, and how we have sex. You will no longer be able to initiate sex, you will no longer be able to masturbate, you will no longer be able to fool around..." she looked at me sharply. I looked down at the floor.
"Look, I told you she meant nothing to me. It was the circumstance, that's all."
Jade ignored me and said, "and best of all, you won't even be able to become erect unless I say so."
"Jade are you fucking serious? This is a joke right?" I attempted to lift the collar off my aching and pinched neck and shoulders.
"We need to go outside. Get dressed," she said, a statement seemingly out of context.
