I'd played with chastity before. When I was single, I had bought an assortment of cages, and lasted up to a week in some of them (hygiene and pinching were always issues). I'd somehow convinced my last girlfriend to incorporate chastity into our somewhat kinky sex life. The peak of this experience was being locked up for 4 weeks with her wearing the key around her neck (but under her work attire). It was a great fantasy come true. I did, however, cheat a bit using one of her vibrators in the third week. I wish I hadn't as the final release would have been 10 times more amazing, but I'd lost self control, and the climax was still great. Any crazy horny man would have found a way for release after 2 weeks, but now that I was single again, I was determined to find a stricter way to engage in my chastity fantasy.
This idea had consumed my thoughts and it was all I could focus on. On a Sunday morning, I was in a cafe sitting in the far corner, Googling chastity techniques as I sipped my coffee. There were sketches of full on belts, images of cages with PA piercings, and videos of cages where the keyhole was superglued shut. I still knew I'd eventually cave and just vibrate myself to climax. What I was after probably didn't even exist.
I heard a muffled giggle and looked up. there was a tall lady looking at me, only one table away. She was probably mid 40s but in tremendous shape. She had long, black hair and modest make up. Her all black attire was alluring - black top, black jeans and black boots. Her smile radiated an intimidating confidence.
"You know there's a mirror on the wall behind you, right? I can clearly see what you're browsing."
There was indeed a mirror. I blushed and started to apologise, but she interrupted.
"No it's fine," she said as she came over to sit next to me. "We actually share an interest! Let's see what you are looking at specifically."
I was frozen in disbelief as she scrolled through the search results as I held the phone. Luckily, the nearest people in the cafe was several tables away, and they had headphones on, so they weren't able to overhear the following conversation.
"Ooh, some interesting options there, hey? Any that interest you?"
I paused. Then, gathering all my confidence to look her in the eye, I responded, "I do like most of these ideas, but... after a week or two, I know I'll cave and just vibe myself to climax. I was seeing there were any options to prevent even that kind of self-pleasure. That's what I was researching, specifically."
She grinned, not breaking eye contact. "That's the problem with 'cages'.." She emphasised the word 'cages' and left the statement lingering.
"Do... do you know a better way?" I asked hesitantly but optimistically.
She turned a bit more serious. "Oh, I definitely do. I have a way of controlling men's orgasms entirely - with consent of course."
She leaned in, whispering, "Does total control interest you, Jake?"
My eyes widened slightly. "H... How did you know my name?"
She grinned again. "Does it matter? Or is the fact that I'm offering you the opportunity to experience total control enough?" She had a point.
"If that is enough, come to this address", she said as she scribbled on a napkin, "at 9pm. I promise nothing will be done without your consent, but if you do consent, I guarantee, not even in your wildest fantasies would you have thought the level of control I'll exert was possible."
She stood up and went to walk away, but before she did, she turned and said, "I'm Gabrielle, by the way. Hope to see you soon, Jake." And she walked away without looking back, her boots punctuating her departure.
I sat there, staring at the napkin. Had that actually just happened? And am I going to go meet this lady I'd just met? As my inner dialogue asked this question, my sub-conscious had already come to an answer.
***
At 8:56pm, I stood at the bottom of a long driveway which wound up to a two storey house. If you asked me, I would probably have told you I was debating whether this was a good idea, but the truth was I was trying to find a reason not to walk up the driveway. My final reasoning was that there was no reason to see what Gabrielle had planned. Hell, maybe she was full of shit, and had nothing planned. Either way, I had nothing to lose. And so I started my ascent.
I knocked on the door at 8:59pm. A few moments later, the door opened. Gabrielle was wearing a latex catsuit and insanely high heels. For some reason, she was holding a large glass of water. Her black lipstick covered smile sent a shiver down my spine.
"I am sooo glad you decided to come!" She said. "Firstly, drink this glass of water, then come inside and sit so we can chat".
I took the glass and drank about a third before stopping.
"No," she said, "the whole thing please. You'll see why soon enough." And so I complied.
She smiled and led me inside. We both sat down on a lounge, neither of us breaking eye contact. It was like she already had my under her spell.
"Some people think I'm a 'mistress' when I start talking about what I do for men. I am not. It is a relationship of sorts - an exchange. I give men the control they crave. I receive... well, I receive whatever they're willing to give."
She shuffled ever so slightly closer, never breaking eye contact. "I like.... I love to explore the power of complete denial with my partners. It changes their behaviour so acutely, they don't recognise themselves during the peak of the denial. After the period of denial, they have all said their climaxes have been beyond what they thought was possible."
Gabrielle leaned in. "This is what I can offer, Jake. Only with complete consent. I'll even need you to put that in writing, for both of our protection. But, I can't tell you the 'how', only the 'what'."
She leaned in even further, and put one hand on my lap. "Complete... and utter... control. What do you think?"
Again, I had already made up my mind and was searching for reasons to say no. I came to the same reasoning - I had nothing to lose.
I spoke my first words since entering the house. "Before I say yes - why me? Did we meet by chance? Or... or were you targeting me? This just all seems... unlikely to happen to me."
Gabrielle sighed. "As I said in the cafe - does it matter? Or is this opportunity the only thing that matters?"
I drew a deep breath, looked down, then reconnected eye contact. "Ok."
Gabrielle smiled again. "Great! Come with me."
She floated quickly down a flight of stairs and I followed, intrigued by what was to come. She'd set expectations so high, part of me thought she was full of it.
She led me into a large basement which must have spanned the entire footprint of the house. There was hardly any lighting, so I could hardly make out the shapes of the various instruments on the walls and of the objects in the room. The brightest light was a small, weak downlight which lit a tall glass cabinet. Inside stood a headless, anatomically correct silicone mannequin of a man. Next to the booth was a therapist type lounge/bed.
Gabrielle noticed my gaze. "Do you like the mannequin? It's based on you."
I wanted to ask how she had it made so quickly, and how she'd gotten the dimension so accurate (the mannequin's flaccid penis was visually identical to mine) but I figured it didn't matter.
Instead, I wanted to know what the hell it is we were doing. "Ok, enough. What are we going to do? What are you going to do to me? To be honest, I'm skeptical your device could deliver as you've described."
"Fair enough," she responded, "Like I said, I can offer full denial. However, I cannot reveal my methods until you sign a contract saying you consent to the denial for a fixed period of time, and that you shall not discuss my methods with anyone."
