After you went to bed last night, I lay in the living room pondering my morning off today. I thought about how thrilling it would be to have some time off to “myself” and I thought about some fantasies I might use to bring myself to completion (all involving you of course).

I imagined being teased by you. I imagined being touched by you. I imagined being tortured by you. But alas, you would not be here. What was I to do?

Now I don’t enjoy playing with our toys when you aren’t around. I don’t see much of a point in being restrained when the keys are within easy reach. Even if I go through the trouble of tying myself up, it would only last a moment since I’d become instantly horny, quickly untie myself, and do the deed in seconds. I knew that would disappoint you. What I needed to do here was to force myself to be compliant.

So what I did early this morning was to take the key from a padlock, and place it in a small container with a string hanging out of it. I filled it with water and put it in the freezer. I then hung a small hook from the bedroom ceiling, and went about my morning routine.

A few hours later, when I had the place to myself, I decided that the festivities could begin. All along I imagined that you were here with me, prodding me, instructing me, and taunting me as you caressed me with a light tickling touch.

To keep myself from being weak, I started with the chastity belt. Not the little plastic toy, but the real thing. I feared it. It had an air of permanence. It fit too snugly to get a saw blade at it. Without the key to the lock or a good locksmith, I was trapped and chaste for eternity. I shivered as I stepped into the cold metal band and pulled it up to my waist. I concentrated on not getting hard as I squeezed my erecting cock into the tube, and whimpered as I padlocked it closed. The frigid unyielding steel sent a shiver up my spine as it caressed me tightly and the empty keyhole laughed at my penis as it struggled to become erect. I almost stopped right there and unlocked myself but your whispers in my ear told me to stop being a chicken and to proceed.

I grabbed the butt plug. Not the little one, but the big one. I didn’t know how long I could tolerate it. I had only worn it for a few minutes before and I didn’t know how long my imprisonment would be. A “test chunk” of ice had taken 1 & ½ hours to melt this morning. Would I drive myself mad with horniness?

“Keep going,” you whispered. “Don’t stop now. Think how good it will feel when you finally get to cum.”

“But I’ve never worn it so long before. I won’t be able to stand…”

“Do it!” you yelled. And just like that, I lubed it, inserted it, and locked it inside me.

I could almost imagine you there with me. Your milky white breasts peeking out from under your blouse. Your high-heeled boots making your ass look like a million bucks. Your deep red lips giving me a devilish grin.

Those lips. I had to taste those lips. I ran into the bathroom and dug around in the drawer. I pulled the cap off the tube and held it to my nose. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it right. I was going to drive myself crazy. I carefully applied some of the crimson aphrodisiac to my own lips until the faint odor of black cherry radiated to my nostril. I closed my eyes and felt the creamy, sticky sensation on my mouth and imagined you teasing me as I lay helpless on the bed.

Back to reality. I had to move fast. The ice may take longer to melt than I planned and I had to be at work at 3. Time to get going. I ran into the bedroom and proceeded to lock one end of the long chain to the bed. On the other end lay a padlock. The key to it was frozen in a block of ice that I hung high above my head. I took our box of keys and brought it into the bathroom. I left it on the counter far out of my reach from my self imposed imprisonment in the other room.

I had to move faster. In a few minutes I would turn back. I wouldn’t be able to take it any longer. There were already eight tissues waiting on the dresser. I could do it right now. I had already worked myself into a frenzy. My cock was begging to be released. The empty keyhole of the padlock on my chastity belt had a partner in the bathroom, just a few steps away to freedom.

“Keep going,” you whispered. “Think how good it will feel. Don’t stop now. You’ll be disappointed.”

I put on the boots and carefully locked them on. Then the shackles went on top of them. Click. Click. One at a time that sound echoed in the room . The shiny steel bands and short length of chain that lay perfectly highlighted atop the shiny black patent leather had already started my journey to a happy suffering. The heavy iron collar came next and with a quick CLICK my journey continued. I could already hear the ice dripping into the metal bowl I had placed on the floor. I needed to hurry or this fantasy would end before it could get started.

The blindfold came next. I wanted my fantasy to be pure. I needed to cut out any external stimuli. I fastened the straps tight and ‘click’ went the small padlock. Such a small ‘click’ had big repercussions. I was blinded now. The heavy black leather and chrome buckles blocked out the light and heightened my other senses. Shut out from the world. Alone with my thoughts. An earplug went into each ear and my sensory deprivation sent me further into my own mind.

It was almost time now. I had reached the end. All that remained were the handcuffs. I felt them with my fingers. They were cold and unforgiving. Their unyielding strength almost made me cum in my belt. But I didn’t because I couldn’t. I said almost.

I locked the first cuff onto my right wrist with a sharp ratcheting echo that permeated my earplugs and then put my hands behind my back. I locked the second cuff on and immediately tested my bonds. Having my hands cuffed behind my back was new and scary and I felt helpless. Almost. The keys lay just a few steps away in the bathroom. I still needed one more step to make my bondage a reality. I felt on the floor for the padlock and chain and placed the lock over the chain of the handcuffs. It was a little tricky with my hands behind my back. I paused for a moment.

Did I really want to do this? Did I really want to render myself helpless. My bondage was inescapable. I knew it. It was enough. I could just stop now, whack off, and take a snooze before work. I didn’t need to go further.

At that moment, I smelt your lips next to mine. I felt the stickiness of the lipstick and knew you were there.

“Do it now!!!”

And I did. That final click brought me to convulsions of ecstasy and frustration. I couldn’t hear or see anything constituting reality and I was left trapped in my own imagination to be caressed and tortured by you and the unyielding steel of my bonds. My penis surged but it felt only cold metal. My hands pried at the chains for release but it was futile. You had done too good a job.

I was trapped for a near eternity. The dark hard leather kept me from seeing a clock. The earplugs held back the faint sounds of the dripping water. A year had passed, and then another. I was in agony. My penis was trying to squeeze through the drain hole of the chastity belt and I felt precum dripping down my leg. I yanked at the handcuffs in an effort to end this torture, pulling with all my might. I cursed myself for buying such quality restraints over the years. Our first pair of handcuffs would have opened in an instant and I’d be cumming in moments.

“Silly boy. You can’t get free like that. Only I can set you free.”

My mind was playing tricks on me. I heard you jingle the keys and laugh at me through your supple and shiny red lips. I twisted against the cuffs to try to peek under the blindfold. I needed to see a clock. I needed to get a grasp of reality far away from the psychosexual torture I was enduring at your hands. Once again, I was out of luck. My world remained as black as night. I lay there sweaty yet cold. I pried at the enormous intruder in my ass that was keeping me on the edge between pleasure and pain. It was all hopeless and I finally resigned myself to living in the dungeon that was my thoughts.

Another year passed, and then came the loud clang of a key hitting the metal bowl. I suffered through my exhaustion and struggled to unlock the padlock behind my back that held me to the bed. Fitting they key blindly into the lock took forever, and in my excitement, I dropped it twice. I then stumbled along in my journey to the bathroom and struggled yet again to unlock the handcuffs. The chastity belt came off next. The empty keyhole found her mate and my penis was resurrected back to life. I hobbled back to the bedroom, locked my handcuffs back on, grabbed my eight tissues, and entered you. I felt your moist cavern envelope me. It was a stark contrast to the cold steel of the belt. I came in moments, and collapsed exhausted. Still blind and deaf, I lay there relishing the moment, fighting sleep until it consumed me. My alarm went off at one o’clock and after 10 minutes of mating keys to locks, I was freed. My imprisonment had lasted 75 minutes. Maybe this weekend, it will last longer. Maybe this weekend, I can return the favor.