Author's Note: Before consenting, always understand the contract.


My name is Tina. I found out about chastity belts from my former boyfriend, "Chad." His first chastity belts were plastic devices. Designed to fit behind his ball sack, they had a plastic penis shaped thing that he forced his penis in. The whole thing fit together like a puzzle device. It had a place to put a little lock through to hold it all together. The only problem was once his penis was tired out or cold, it would shrivel up and he could pull everything out, even when locked shut. So while it was fun to play with, it really did not work for long term chastity.

The next style we tried was steel. It came from China and was similar to his plastic toys in that it had a place to stick his penis. But this one also had a waist belt and another that fit between the legs. The whole thing had rubber covers that you'd put on after adjusting the belt for a tight fit. I helped my Chad put it on, then I inserted the screws and unlocked the belt. While he waited, I made the belt one set of screws tighter and covered everything up with the rubber covers. Then I put some super-glue everywhere where the covers tried to come off. This belt also had a steel butt plug I could insert into Chad. The plug could be taken out or put in while the belt was locked. It seemed like the perfect belt. That afternoon, I put some handcuffs on Chad and took him to a place in my apartment where we had installed a d-ring to hold a heavy plant. At least that is what we told my land-lord. In reality, it was a heavy enough ring that i could hang from it, or I could hang Chad from it. I took a lock, and locked Chad's hand-cuffed hands to it as he stood an a step stool.

By now, he was really excited. He thought I was planning to blow him, but instead, I got some ice and a towel. He did not like that at all, but I didn't care. I wanted him locked up and I did not want to blow him to do it. It only took a couple minutes of Chad's complaining before his penis had shrunk back down. While I waited, I stuck his belt around his waist and told him to blow his breath out. He did, and the belt fit. "It's too tight," Chad complained.

"No it isn't, the directions say to make it as tight as possible, but not so tight that circulation is cut off. Is your circulation getting cut off around your waist? No? I didn't think so. Now be quiet or I'll stick the plug up your ass too." Chad stopped talking. Instead, he playfully tried to kick me. I stopped that by threatening to topple the step-stool he was on. Hanging by handcuffs is very dangerous, and it hurts. Chad stopped kicking.

I put his penis into the special tube and fitted the urethral plug. He immediately squirted out urine onto my floor. I got a towel and cleaned it up and reinserted the plug. He squirmed, but did not complain too much. I then pulled the steel between his legs and attached the belt to the front of his chastity tube. It clicked into place, just like the instructions said it would. The last step was a little more difficult.

Because I had the entire belt one size smaller than when Chad had first worn it, it took some effort to pull it all together. Once I did, and Chad was truly locked up, that belt was not coming off until I unlocked it.

We started out slow. The first day, Chad wore that belt for three hours. We took it off and I checked his skin. In a few places, the belt needed to be adjusted. But within a few tries, we got that belt to be form fitting. Chad said it felt good to be locked up and I believed him. He enjoyed me teasing him and eventually, I decided to lock him up for good.

It was a Saturday night. He came over to my place and I fed him his favorite dinner. We had wine during dinner and I asked him how he liked his belt. "It's fine. I like knowing you have the keys and I can only have sex when you want it."

"Yeah, that's what I wanted to talk to you about." I fumbled over myself. How would he take it, I wondered.

"What? We're not breaking up, are we? Please tell me that's not what you're saying."

"No, of course not. No, I wanted to know how you'd feel if I made your belt permanent."

"Permanent? What do you mean, permanent. As in never being able to take it off permanent?"


"Well, sort of." I picked up a glass of wine and swallowed it all in one gulp. "Yes, that's what I meant. I want to lock your belt up with some welding compound I found. All I'd have to do is put it on the key and slide it into your belt lock and then snap the key off. It's a small key, so it would not be that hard to do. What do you think?"


"I think your crazy. I don't think that's a good idea at all. What the hell are you thinking? That's nuts! I am not going to be locked up forever in this belt. What if I need to see the doctor? What if I was in an accident? That's . . . Are you serious? You really want to lock this belt up forever?"

That last bit of wine did the trick. "Yes Chad. I want to lock your belt up forever. I want you to be my chastity boy forever. I want you to be unable to touch your dick, or to be able to stick it into anyone ever again. What is the problem with that?"

"What's the problem with that? I knew you had issues, but this is stupid. No, I'm not going to let you do that to me."

"Me do that to you? No, no. Chad, you got it backwards. You are going to do it to yourself. Here is the key for your belt. Here is the J-D Weld. Here is the mixing tray and the little spatula. You've got two choices. Put this shit on your key and insert it into that lock on the front of your waist belt and come up stairs to hang out with me for the half hour it takes to cure, or take this key and get the hell out of my house and never come back. I'm heading up stairs. I'm hoping you'll be joining me in a while. But if not, have the second key too. You can keep the belt or take it off and leave it. It's up to you."

"You don't mean this, do you?"

"Yes, I do." With that, I got up and went up to my bedroom. I sat on the bed and watched television.

Twenty minutes later, the door opened. Chad stood there with the belt in his hands. Sorry but I just can't do that. I hope you find what you are looking for. Bye." With that Chad turned and walked out. He left the belt on the kitchen table next to the welding compound.

I started looking for viable candidates to get locked up later that week. I tried Craigslist and Fetlife, Collarspace, and several other kinky websites before I narrowed the responses to those I was interested in meeting. The problem was that there were a lot of fakes on each site, and I had to slog through them all before I found an older guy named Pete.

Pete was different. According to his response, he was a self made man. He owned his own business and worked on his own. His wife had died a few years earlier of cancer and he was not interested in finding a new woman. He was interested in chastity belts and owned several himself. He did not have a key-holder. He used a K-Safe. The K-Safe was a box that had a countdown timer on it. There was no key, just a timer. There was also no safety, other than smashing the container open. When Pete saw my advertisement as a key-holder, he was intrigued. He asked a lot of questions, and then we met in person over coffee.

Yes, he wore his chastity belt to the coffee house. "I wear it all the time these days," Pete told me. We were sitting in the corner. The tables all had tablecloths that hung low enough that I was a able to check out what he was wearing. It was similar to Chads, only a lot sturdier. The key was a long stick like thing that fit into a self contained lock that fit into the belt itself. No, it was comfortable. Instead of a piece of steel between the legs, there was a steel cable. It all fit together very snugly. No, Pete had not been able to touch himself or get out of the belt when it was locked. "Yes, I'd love for you to be my key-holder," Pete said.

Pete came to my place and we looked over the contract we'd both be signing. Once a week, or whenever necessary, Pete would contact me about a cleaning. I'd let him use my shower and clean the belt. When he was done, I'd lock him back up and keep the key. If he ever came onto me, I was required to make the belt permanent. In return, he'd help me find my own heavy duty belt to wear. Eventually, he'd be my key-holder too, and I'd sign a similar contract to his. There would never be any sex between us. If there was, whomever instigated it, agreed to have their belt welded shut with a welding compound. That sealed the deal.

Two months later, Pete came to my home with a surprise. He found the perfect belt for me. But he played the mute when I asked him about it. All he told me was that it was more than just a belt. It was an entire chastity system. "You are gonna love it!"

But first, he need to measure me. He had the measuring instructions and he measured and double checked the measurements. A couple days later, he did the same thing. A third day to repeat all the measurements. They had to be perfect, he explained. I kept Pete locked up all the time now. His only time out of the belt was at my place, and in my shower. I also installed a plastic shower curtain and I watched him shower. He was not allowed to pleasure himself. Those were the rules and I made sure they were enforced. Any time he looked as though he was having too much fun, I told him I had the welding compound all ready to go. That was all I had to tell him. That was also in the contract. If I caught him cheating and touching himself, I could weld that belt lock shut. He was not about to risk it and he'd stop. Secretly, I wished he'd continue.

About six weeks later, Pete showed up at my door with several boxes. He hadn't called ahead of time, so I was not expecting him. He apologized and said, "It's here. Everything you need to keep you chaste. I'd love to put it on you and see how it looks."

I was shocked. He had said eight weeks, but here it is and Pete wanted to install everything on me right now! "Ah, okay. Lets do it. My period was last week, so this would be a good time." Pete didn't need any encouragement. He came right in and went to my end table and got out my handcuffs.

"Sorry, but you'll need to get undressed, everything please." I stripped right in front of Pete. He watched, but said nothing. Once naked, he handed me my handcuffs and I put them on in front of me. He then pulled out a steel collar. On the front was a D-Ring. He put it around my neck and stuck a lock through the back. It was a perfect fit. He pulled my hands up and locked them to my collar. I was now in a nightly prayer position as I watched him take out the chastity belt.

Oh my god, that looked solid! Instead of a belt like Pete's, this looked like a pair of shorts made of steel. They were hinged at the bottom like a clamshell and had loops built into it at the waist. I stepped into the clam and Pete pulled it up, forcing the belt over my hips and to my waist. Once there, he pushed the front and back halves together and then inserted a leather belt through the belt loops. "Leather? I thought it would be steel."

"Just wait. This is how it needs to go on. Then the belt comes off and everything will be fixed and locked. You're gonna love it!"

I watched Pete pull out what looked like a chest plate from a King Arthur movie. The only difference was that the plate had very large breasts. "You made a mistake. That chest bra is too big."

"Only from the outside, the inside is your size. This will make your tits look four sizes bigger." Pete explained with a big smile.

"Oh, okay," was the only thing I could think of saying. He unlocked my cuffs from my collar and fit the chest plate over my head. Like the chastity belt, it fit like a clam shell. He stuck another belt around the part that hung down to my waist. I could see it almost reached my chastity belt, but it was a little short. I thought I could have seen my belly button, but the breasts made it difficult to see anything, including my feet. For the first time, I thought I knew how Dolly Parton felt.

"Okay, now the cuffs. We've got matching cuffs for your feet and wrists too." They all went on pretty quick. Each had an internal lock and they all looked like high cost jewelry. "Now for the final piece. Hands up to your neck again please." Pete locked them there with a special clip. Pete pulled a special belt out of the last box. It was in two pieces, was made of steel, and had a set of hinges that ran the length of the belts. There were also special clips that fit the belt loops on my torso and on my chastity belt. I could feel Pete snapping them into place as he went around. Each snap made moving a little more difficult, but I could still move.

"Try bending at the waist." I did. I felt resistance, but it was manageable. "Well, what do you think? Like it?"

"I don't know. Let me look at myself in the mirror." Pete followed me into my master bedroom where I installed mirrors on the closet doors. For the first time, I could see myself. I looked like I was wearing a one-piece steel swimsuit from the 1950s. "Add a steel swim cap and I could go to the beach wearing this and no one would be the wiser."

"Funny you should mention a head cap. I can get that too. Of course, it would be more like a helmet and is designed to keep you from talking, but that's available too." Pete said, now very gleeful.

I tried moving again, and saw how the hinges allowed me go bend at the waist, while making sure I could not touch myself. "This is great. But how does it come off?"

"It doesn't. At least, you don't take it off. I've got the keys and the knowledge of how to get it off you. From now on, when I take it off you, you'll need to be blindfolded so you don't see how its done. Okay?"

"Sure, whatever you say, Peter. Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"What other parts do they have for this thing that you can order?"

Three months later Pete came to my house with more boxes. The head helmet was in there, but so were the arm and leg casts. Once fitted, I looked even more like a Knight from the Round Table. The helmet had a mouth guard that kept my mouth opened, presumably so I could give head. But it also allowed air and food and water to be given. The mouth guard could also be plugged and locked with the matching covers. However, even while locked, I could still breath through my nose and mouth. I discovered the mouth guard plug had a small hole to allow a straw, that I could use to drink. When the straw was not in place, I could breath through it too. I checked myself in the mirror. Wow! All I needed were silver boots and gloves and I'd be completed. Pete agreed and went over to my computer to search for them on eBay.

Things went great for almost a year. Whenever I wasn't at work, Pete locked me into my accessories. Weekends were especially fun. Eventually, I spent every weekend in the complete outfit and Pete spent more and more time at my place. We became thick as thieves. We started doing everything together and eventually, I asked Pete if he'd like to move into my apartment with me. He said he'd rather me come to his place. Believe it or not, I had never been there. I just figured he was embarrassed by it, or that he had another person living with him. It turned out neither was true.

The house was on a fifteen acre lot. It had several bedrooms, and office, and several out buildings. It turns out Pete was loaded. One of the problems had always been that women he met at the usual places knew he had money and that was all they were after. I was different, Pete said, because I was just into the kink. I never once tried to ask for anything or did anything to cause him to question our relationship. Did I want to live with him and to be in my chastity uniform all the time? "Sure!" I said, when I knew he was serious.

Professional movers moved my stuff from my condominium apartment into one of his buildings. They set the building up like a studio apartment. I volunteered to be his maid, and Pete agreed. But only if I wore the same uniform his former maids wore. He opened a closet and there were several black dresses and white aprons hung up according to size. This one should fit you. We might need to have the breast area let out a bit, or get you a bigger size and have it tailored, but this should work. I tried it on. It fit great once I tied the apron around my waist. Pete had the biggest smile I'd ever seen him have.

That's how we lived for the next year. I got rid of most of my clothes and Pete bought me more and more maid uniforms, all tailored to fit me perfectly. By now, I took care of everything in the house for Pete, and Peter let me. Occasionally, we went out to eat. On those occasions, I wore one of two sweater dresses that I had in my closet. They were the only things I had left, other than the maid uniforms, but I didn't care. Everything else had been donated to Goodwill. I was happy. In my mind, I was Pete's maid. When he had company, I called him Mr. Stevens. When we were alone, he called me by my first name. But then it happened. I started seeing Pete as more than just a friend. It started out slow. Little things, but I knew I had to do something to keep from screwing up what we had.

"Peter, I want you to make my chastity permanent. Do whatever you have to, make it so I cannot get this off. Please Peter, do it now!" I held out the welding compound for him.

"But why? How come? I thought you liked it the way it is." Pete said, looking at the welding compound I had in my hands.

"I . . . I think I'm falling in love with you. I don't want to mess this up. Please Pete, take this and make my chastity permanent. I know you don't look at me that way. I . . . ah. . ." I started crying. Pete came over and hugged me.

"Don't be silly. That's exactly how I feel about you. I love you. I don't want to make your chastity permanent. I want to fuck you and fuck you hard. Let me open your chastity up and make love to you."

It was like an electric shock! All at once I didn't know what I wanted. I still had the key to his belt. I told Pete, "Lets go down to your play room and have sex." We went down together, hand in hand. "Lay down on the stretching table." He did. I shackled his hands, and then pulled off his shoes and pants. Then I shackled his feet and turned the lever to stretch him out so he could not move. Then I walked over to Peter and asked, "Do you really want to fuck me? Do you want me to climb on top of you and ride you? Would you like that Peter?"

"Absolutely Tina! I've been dreaming of you since the first day we met."

"You meant the day I locked you into the belt and had we signed the contract stating if you ever came on too me, that I would be obligated to weld the key into your belt?" He nodded eagerly and smiled. The smile ended when I said, "Well here's the key." I held it up for him to see adding, "And here is the welding solution. I am very sorry Peter, but you brought this onto yourself. You should have made my belt permanent when I asked." He started to yell, but all I could say as my eyes wetted was, "I am sorry. I truly am sorry." I started to cry because I knew the truth about what must be done. "But a contract is a contract." Thirty minutes later his belt was permanently locked shut. As he laid on the bondage table yelling, I finished put the welding compound into my own chastity. "A contract really is a contact. I'm so sorry, Peter, but it has to be done."