Author: Anna

You need to see precisely how these chastity devices you buy can be abused in the hands of the wrong lady. How they can indeed be utilized to obliterate a man’s life. The particular case that destroyed my life is fundamentally designed after The Cock Trap. You have probably heard about The Cock Trap from another person already, though if you haven’t it is made of solid titanium. Lightweight, yet completely difficult to cut the material.

Let me introduce you to Sheila

Sheila is the sort of lady who ought to never have gotten her hands on that damn thing. I met her at work. We both had jobs at the same office complex and we both had gotten to know one another over the past six months or thereabouts. She was truly appealing and appeared to be pulled in to me, so I had regularly asked her out on a couple of dates. We had a great time, and inevitably wound up in the sack together a few times. However, after for a little while it was evident to me there was no potential for it to be over the long haul. She simply wasn’t exactly my sort – she was either on the verge of or excessively requesting and inclined to touchiness, if you catch my drift. I didn’t formally cancel it or anything, however I simply let things take their course and in the end quit calling her. Meanwhile, I had met a truly perfect chick named Martha who I was getting to be extremely inspired by.

Yet Sheila wouldn’t release it. She would call me and attempt to rev things up once more. She would stop me in the lobby at work and rub up against me, attempting to entice me to return. Her hand constantly discovered my groin in those experiences, and I would need to physically separate myself from her. What was more terrible, she began sending “presents” to me at home. They generally had some sexual implication, dependably toward the unusual side. Like a paddle, a couple of cuffs, or a butt plug, without any end in sight. There was always a note about how she needed to get together with me to play with these toys. I was nauseated that she wouldn’t stop. Instead of discarding the crap, I generally took care of her gifts and sent them back to her, trusting that would send her a message.

Then she sent me the The Cock Trap

Then she sent one more present. It was the The Cock Trap. I didn’t realize what the hellfire it was when I initially opened it. After I read the guidelines and made sense of what it was, I was more disturbed than any time in recent memory. I couldn’t accept the fact that any gentleman would really wear such a thing wilfully. At this point I saw the note from her. I don’t recollect the careful words she choose, yet this one was diverse in tone. Rather than her normal culpable welcome to come play with her and her toys, she appeared to at last recognize that things were over for us, and that this was her goodbye blessing. She was sending it to me in light of the fact that she thought each man ought to have one. “Don’t send it back” she said. On the off chance that I didn’t need it, I should discard it, however at any rate attempt to use it at least once just for the experience. I pushed it away and got prepared to go out with a few companions. It was Friday night.

So… I tried it on

I was all around inebriated when I returned home, and saw her little gift sitting on the table where I had abandoned it. I lifted it up, aiming to throw it. What got into me next I don’t know, yet it was the greatest oversight of my life. For some insane reason, I choose to place it on. It was probably because of the liquor, I figure, making me sufficiently inquisitive to perceive how it felt. Also, to check whether it truly worked the way it should. So I really put the damn thing on. I fitted the pieces together, placed my cock inside the bended tube and it brought me some completely unforeseen energy. At that point I thought “What the hell! I should get the full experience!” and without further thought got the little metal latch and bolted it on.

I wore it around the house for a little time, just to see how it felt on. No major ordeal, truly. It was well made and agreeable to wear. Also, it obviously performed its expected capacity. Whatever starting energy I had begun to die down. After around a half hour I wanted to place Sheila’s goodbye gift on top of a junk pile, and go to bed. I dumped the three lock keys out of the container and got one to open it.

The key didn’t work. It wouldn’t even go in the keyhole. I didn’t crack at first on the grounds that I figured it simply wasn’t manufactured properly, and I thought that one of the alternate keys would pop the lock open. Anyway, they didn’t work either. None of them would even go in.

I didn’t crack. I was certain I could get the thing off some other way. Yet to make a long story short, after an hour of taking a stab at all that I could consider, including pulling, extending, soaping, lubing and more. I acknowledged there was no chance in hell that this thing would come off of my cock, without getting the key to the lock. I began thinking about whether I would need to call the manufacturer, to get them to send me the right key.

I attempted all the keys once more. It was awful. At this point I took a look at them closely. They were indistinguishable to one another, yet they weren’t even the same brand as the lock. I could see how the wrong arrangement of keys may wind up with the wrong bolt at the lock manufacturing plant. Yet how the hell could keys from alternate manufacturers arrive in the one package. Unless somebody deliberately set me up.

Sheila set me up

In one of those stunning breakthrough moments, I abruptly knew precisely what had happened. Sheila had deliberately exchanged the keys, on the off chance that I would attempt to wear the chastity device and lock it. I was in disbelief. Sheila had the keys to the chastity device that now detained my penis. I didn’t realise in this moment she is my chastity keyholder.

This was a monstrosity. I spent one more hour wildly attempting to get the thing off, without success. At last, depleted, I went to bed. When I woke in the morning, it was like in penis jail where I couldn’t get an erection. I spent the entire day attempting to consider approaches to get it off. By late evening, I acknowledged I was going to need to do what I ridiculously loathed doing. Go request that Sheila let me out.

I went to Sheila’s house

She opened her doorway, radiating in happiness. I’m certain she had spotted me through her peephole. With fake blamelessness she asked, “Whatever brings you over, dear? Did you come to play with me?” I pushed pass her into her loft. “You know damn well why I’m here,” I said. As I passed by, her hand went to my groin and measured it. She quickly could tell what I wore under my jeans and she chuckled generously so everyone could hear. “At long last you choose to use one of my presents?” she asked and snickered. “I’m touched, dear, I truly am.”

“Hold on!” I snapped. “Give me the keys so I can escape from here.”

Sheila said “Well, that is barely the tone to use with somebody who holds the way to your future, if you catch my drift. Also, I guarantee you sweetheart, if that little lock ever does get opened, it will be by me and not by you.”

I frowned at her. “See, Sheila, you know it’s over between us. This was a clever little joke, and yes I succumbed to it, yet now it’s over. You’ve had your chuckle. Simply issue me the keys if you don’t mind?”

Sheila retorted “It’s no joke, and this is not over. This whole situation is on you, and I’m one who can take it off. Also, you should quiet down, in light of the fact that the keys aren’t even here. In case you’re a decent boy, I may go get them for you. Anyway we have a couple of things to do first. For one thing, I simply need to see how it looks on you. Take off your garments.”

I glared. What the fuck did she need? She was more troublesome than I anticipated. Be that as it may I understood that for the time being at any rate, she was on the high ground. I stripped and exposed myself before her. Anyhow it was totally mortifying to give her a chance to see me with that contraption on. She looked at me up and down. She grinned the whole time. At that point she stopped to analyse my cock. She fingered all the fittings, pulled it and pulled on my balls until she knew that it was on for good.

“I have a couple of errands,” she said. “Maybe I’ll have some room in my schedule to recover the keys, but maybe not. Meanwhile, I’ve got a couple of errands I need you to do while I’m out.” She took me to the kitchen. The sink was loaded with grimy dishes. “Apologies, the dishwasher’s broken. You’ll need to do it the way our forefathers would have done it. When you’re done, dust and vacuum the foyer and storeroom. I’ll require the washroom cleaned. The supplies are under the sink. That ought to be sufficient to keep you occupied until I get back.”

I tried to talk, she raised her hand to cut me off. “This is the only chance you have to get it off, sweetheart. I won’t consider letting you out if your jobs are not done when I get back.” Then she got together my garments, placed them in a little travel bag, and was out the entryway before I could do or say anything. She wanted me to do all the jobs naked. I was insulted at the way she was exploiting my situation, however there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. My brain simply kind of went on auto-pilot and I became acquainted with it. I had to submit to her dominaton.

I was completing my job in the washroom when I heard her arrival. I stayed where and continued to work. I wasn’t ready to see her. I could hear her moving around in the flat, most likely examining my work. She put her head in the washroom entryway. “Looks radiant, dear. When you’re set in here, return to my room.”

When I strolled through her room’s entryway, I discovered her nestled on the bed, grinning bashfully at me. “What the hell!” I thought. It’s accurate to say that she was going to need a goodbye fuck after she takes this thing off me? By then I was willing to do about anything to get this scene over with. Furthermore, I need to concede, she truly was dazzling and unbelievably attractive. I felt my cock attempting to become erect in the chastity device. “Alright Sheila, I’ve played your games to your amusement. Your loft’s cleaner than my home ever was. Where’s the keys?”

Sheila said “The keys? Gracious, I totally overlooked them. I’ll get them later.” As she was talking, she inclined back against the cushions heaped up against her headboard and spread her legs out wide. She pointed towards her pussy and said, “Do one more thing for me, sweetheart. After, we can discuss letting you out.”

We had intercourse multiple times, yet this was one little thing I had never performed on her. Damn it, she’s going to drain this for everything it is worth. I slithered up between her legs and went to take a shot at her. In spite of myself, I got turned on sexually by the entire scene, which made my cock strain relentlessly against the chastity device. It took a considerable measure of diligent work and quite a while to make her orgasm. Be that as it may I at last got her off.

She laid back with her eyes shut, murmuring cheerily. I began to lift my head up however her hands discovered the highest point of my head and pushed my face over into her pussy, making me flounder in her pussy. At that point she began stroking and tapping my head like I was her little pet. “Such a decent boy” she mumbled.

Finally, she swung her legs over my head and got up. She hurled my garments on the bed. “You can get dressed now, dear, and hurry along home. I have a few companions impending over for supper. I considered having you stay to cook for us, however I’ve chosen to spare that task for next time. Much obliged for the cleaning, however.”

I asked “Yet shouldn’t something be said about …?” She quickly responded “It’s not going to happen. Not today. You have to get used to wearing it. Be that as it may dear, if your execution today is any sign, you’re well on your approach to gaining a couple of minutes out of it at some point.”

Sheila wouldn’t give me the key to the chastity device!

Be that as it may what really mattered was that she declined to deliver the key, and there was nothing I could do about it. The following week I was damned. I needed to figure out how to live with a cock in chastity twenty-four hours a day. My morning wood, or what ought to have been erections, were fiercely painful. At work she would stop by my office, teasing me and asking me how her little detainee was doing. On Friday, she instructed me to come over on Saturday. It was the ideal time to perform some tasks once more. I went. She let me get dressed before her companions came over, however I needed to tend to them in every way under the sun through supper and drinks. I had to clean up afterwards in the kitchen.

It has been three months now, she still won’t let my penis out of the chastity device. Not even once. For three months, I’ve had no erections or climaxes. Not that my cock doesn’t strain and attempt to. I’ve never seen the key which could discharge me from my torment, and she has guaranteed me that I will never, ever, discover it. I’ve implored her to take that horrendous thing off of me. I’ve argued. I’ve attempted to dissuade her, to arrange it with her. I’ve offered to issue her anything she needs, to pay her any total of cash. I’ve asked her what issues she had with me, given her the privilege to answer them discretionarily and she continues to deny me of my masculinity. Nothing gets me anywhere. She is the most unflinching lady I have ever met once she makes the decision to something. She undauntedly declines to discharge me. She is totally inflexible in her will. “I adore seeing you like this, sweetheart. It’s a good time for me.” That’s all the clarification she will issue me.

For the time being, I have no decisions in the matter, and I realize that my desire to be discharged from this life of chastity lies in keeping her satisfied so I have learned how to be the perfect submissive in chastity. She’s made that unmistakable to me. She helps me to remember it regularly. So I serve her. I’ve kept on performing my obligations week by week at her home, both work tasks and sexual tasks. She cherishes to straddle me and ride my face to her climax, her fingers profoundly intertwined in my hair. She’s told her companions about me. Sometimes if I am lucky she changes me into a surgical stainless steel chastity device.

Last week, she shut down her condo and moved into my home with me. So now my subjugation is performed in my own home, where she has assumed responsibility of all family choices. She has ordered that we live as sweethearts, with the exception of the detained status of my masculinity. What’s more, I found out that she kept all the sex toys I had sent back to her. As a rule she spares those for weekend play sessions, however I know I may feel the sting of the paddle whenever my execution level tumbles off.

Every night I lick her out. We lay together and we caress and stroke one another as though we were genuine sweethearts. She likes to pet my balls as she nods off, and again when she wakes in the morning.

We’re getting hitched in two months. I don’t love her, however I need to concede I’ve built up an abnormal desiring for her being around and an odd overwhelming need to satisfy her. It’s strange on the grounds that I can remember when I had none of those affections for her. However at times the silliness and boldness of what she is doing to me just overpowers me inwardly. I’ve come to levels of disappointment so extreme that I’ve really cried.

In the event that I keep on being a decent kid, she’s guaranteed to consider letting me out incidentally on our wedding night. “I’ll be secured” she says. So that my little penis jail can go right back on later. Also, she isn’t promising a climax. It may just be a chance for my pee-pee to be out in the open for a long teasing session. She alludes to my penis as my “pee-pee” and demands that I do too. In light of the fact that, peeing is all that it does now.

I think about it here and there. The future alarms me. I sincerely don’t know to what extent I can persevere through the life that Sheila has picked for me. Yet, I must choose between limited options, other than to persevere. I take each day by itself thus far I have figured out how to survive. I serve her obediently and I appeal to God for any benevolence she wants to demonstrate to me. I can hardly wait for our wedding night. I’m trained to be her cuckold for life.