Author's Note: Here is a story I promised one of my email friends.


Part One - The Fourth Present

"Happy Birthday Robert!" My Angie cried. How did a guy like me ever get an angel like her? I come home from work and find her waiting in my apartment with a surprise.

"You're wearing a dress." I needlessly pointed out, "Are we going out for dinner?" Most restaurants gave you a free dessert for your birthday and I would not be opposed to more cake.

"We'll be eating in." She answered with a strange look in her eye. "But first...Presents!!!"

I could live with that.

She spun around. "Unzip me!"

I could really live with that! As I pulled the long zipper down, I saw that her back was covered in black lace. She wriggled her shoulders free of her dress and modeled her 'Baby Doll' negligee.

It seemed sheer, but I was unable to see...well...the parts I wanted to see most!

"This is your first present. Do you like it?" I nodded as I appeared to have lost the ability to speak. "For your second gift, I want you naked!"

This day was getting better and better! I quickly stripped off my clothes and, after a glare from Angie, neatly folded them on a chair.

"Now, into the bathroom!"

Um....pardon? I have many fantasies, but not one of them involves porcelain. But when a lace-covered ass sways into the powder room...you follow!

She pointed to a black square beside the toilet.

"Very nice! I always wanted...one of those."

"It's a scale."

Damn. "Aw honey, you know those things are never accurate."

"This is the most accurate scale available! It took me over an hour to get it adjusted. ON!" She insisted.

I stood on it and waited for the bad news. After a few seconds I heard a soft "Ding."

"Where are the numbers? I asked.

"Where they belong." She motioned for me to sit on the toilet. From under the sink she pulled a razor, shaving crème and a towel.

I don't want my pubes shaved!

"Open those legs sweetie!" She commanded. She noticed my hesitation and added. "I don't want it to tickle my nose when I suck you off."

I want to be shaved, I REALLY do!

I watched in fascination as she shaved me. I never realized that I had hair on the bottom of my shaft. She pulled my balls tight as the razor glided over them.

It felt....odd. Not bad, but definitely odd.

Soon, she toweled away the leftover crème, leaving my naked skin red.

However, as my cock looked bigger, I wasn't going to complain.

Wordlessly, she led me into my bedroom. I sat on the end of the bed while she knelt on a pillow in front of me.

"Present number three!" She chirped as her painted lips slid down my cock.

I wish I had somehow filmed her. I can only remember bits of what she did. All I really know is; I have never had such a strong orgasm. She kept me on the edge for a lifetime before sliding a finger up my ass and making me explode. After, I flopped back on the bed as she relentlessly sucked me dry.

I lay on the bed, spent, unable and unwilling to move. I could feel her pressing and pulling on my junk. She was amazing in bed, but there was no chance she would be able to get me hard for an hour or two....or a week.

"And that is present number four!" She said, getting to her feet. "How does it feel?"

"That was wonderful!" I said, honestly. "The best birthday presents ever!" She slid next to me, cuddling against my naked body.

Her knee pressed my crotch and I felt something else there. I wormed my hand between us and felt my cock was covered in clear plastic.

I jumped out of bed, pulling at the device locked on me. "What is this?" I screeched.

"It is present number four." She said calmly from the floor.

I guess I had bounced her off the bed in my excitement. "But why? What does it do?"

"It makes sure you stick to your diet." She sat on the bed and patted next to her. "Sit, sit. I wanna make sure I put it on right."

In a daze, I sat next to her. "This is how it works.: She said and she happily played with my bound cock. "As long as you keep losing the right amount of weight, this little toy will stay in the drawer. But if you don't lose enough, on it goes."

"Who decides what's the right amount?"

She shook a pair of small keys. "I do."

"Well then why am I wearing it now?

"You came. That's an automatic two day penalty."

"You also get to make up the rules?"

She just grinned and bounced the keys in her hand. "Seriously Robert, you need to lose weight."

"I will, I promise!"

"You ALWAYS promise, but you never stick to it." He nails clicked on my clear plastic prison. "Now you have...a reminder. Which would you rather have: a candy bar or an orgasm? Now get dressed, I hear shrimp scampi calling me."

"I thought we were eating in!"

"I did."

"I can't go out in this!"

"You know, you're right. You better put on some pants." She smiled wickedly. "Oh yeah, there's one other little thing. Every morning I'm going to send you a picture of the underwear I'll be wearing." She shimmied out of her baby doll and picked up her bra. "This is just a sample." She fitted herself into a white bra that had three straps around her boob instead of cups. I had never seen a sexier bra.

I could feel my dick twitch into life. I knew I was doomed...until I saw the mistake she had made. She was more of a horn dog than I was. I would play her game, but tonight she would be craving my cock.

Her toy would wind up in the trash.

I pulled a pair of black silk briefs from the drawer and put them on. I knew she would not be able to keep her hands off me.

Wow, the smooth fabric felt strange on my hairless balls.

I turned to tease her with my package, but what she was wearing stopped me in my tracks. He panty had the same "Three strap" design as did her garter belt. As I silently watched, she worked a stocking up her leg, carefully positioned it, then hooked it to her belt using the three hanging tabs.

The damned tube was squeezing my cock unmercifully.

She glanced towards me. Her smirk told me that she knew what was going through my mind...and happening in my briefs.

"Oh my god, look at that!" She said, pointing to my crotch.

The chastity prevented my cock from growing out, so instead, I got a hard IN! I could feel myself harden inside my body. This forced the entire cage forward and drastically reduced the space for my balls.

The discomfort made me deflate and with a combination of pulling my balls one way and the chastity ring the other...I got some relief. All I had to do was not think of the incredible blow job I had just been gifted or the sexy underwear she was modeling.

Not a problem, I lied to myself.

I quickly dressed and helped her zip her dress. (Why do so many dresses need someone else to zip them?)

As we went to my car, I found myself walking with my legs apart.

Angie did not even try to hide her laughter.

It got worse.

When I sat in the car, my balls were pulled under my body. I glared at her as I adjusted my clothing.

We didn't talk much at first. I was getting used to many new sensations.

Not all of them were bad. I had a non-stop light squeeze on my cock. That felt really good until I tried for more.

And that ring behind my balls pushed them away from my body. That sucked for driving but made me seem bigger, made me feel bigger.

Soon enough we were chatting about her plans. She figured I would be inspired by the chastity to lose weight. The two days after sex were meant to enforce what would happen if I didn't lose fast enough.

I decided that I would decide when I lost weight, not her. All I had to do was get her really horny during dinner. Her lust would do the rest.

We ordered and ate. I actually had a salad. Not too bad with enough dressing.

Because we sat in a booth, I was able to slid my hand under her skirt, caressing her legs up to the tops of her stockings. But whenever I tried to go higher, she pushed my hand away.

Didn't matter...I knew I had won. I was surprised, most of the time I forgot I had it on.

MOST of the time. By driving her home, it was all I could think of.

By the time we got to her place, I was walking normally. It was a cute toy, I would miss it in some ways. I hoped Angie hadn't spent too much on it.

Maybe she could get a refund.

As soon as I was inside her home, she attacked me. Her arms and a leg wrapped around me, pulling me against her as we kissed. I inwardly smiled as she desperately pulled my clothes off.

This time they did not end up neatly folded on a chair.

Maybe I'll keep this toy around. It certainly has a delightful effect on Angie.

She dragged my naked body into her bedroom and pushed me onto a wooden chair.

My smile froze as she snapped cuffs around my wrists. I tried to pull free, but they were part of the chair.

She dropped to the floor and my ankles were immediately trapped as well/

She stood slowly, with a strange smile on her face. "I don't want you getting grabby...again."

Her smile widened as she reached over her should and pulled her zipper down. Then she reached behind her to fully open it.

"You have no idea how horny I am." She purred.

"Then unlock me and I'll solve that problem."

"No talking!" She snapped.

"I just want to..."

"HUSH!"

"I thought we could.."

"What did I ever see in you?" She said as the moved to her bedside table. She took a short pink dildo from a drawer. It had a leather base and straps.

"You like?" She asked as she shifted her panty to one side and slid the dildo into her.

She arched her back as she pumped the toy in and out of her pussy, her moans increasing with each stroke.

When her legs got too shaky, she fell on her bed, her hands never missing a stroke...and all I could do was watch.

And drool...definitely drool.

Her cries became squeals when she closed her legs and rocked.

Finally, she rolled forward.

"God, I needed that. Did you like?"

"Yeah!" I answered shakily.

"Want a taste?"

"Oh hell yeah!"

She popped the dildo free as she came to me. Her hips rolling with every step.

"Tongue!" She commanded.

It wasn't the taste I had in mind, but it would do for a start. She held the dildo over my extended tongue, letting her juices drip down. I closed my mouth to swallow a few times until she put the dildo on my tongue and rolled it around, letting me thoroughly clean it.

That was when she rammed it into my mouth and buckled it home.

"Remember?" She teased, "No talking."

I humphed my displeasure, which only made her smile more.

"Let's get this party started!" She said happily as she danced back to her side tables. The first toy was a vibrator with a clitoral stimulator, followed by a pair of handcuffs and a ball gag. "Can't be bothering the neighbors." Were her last words before gagging herself.

Her wet panties hit the floor and then she locked her hands in front of her.

She positioned herself on the bed so I had a perfect view of her throbbing pussy.

Captive Audience...yeah, I get it.

She teased herself, rubbing her glistening lips with the silent toy. She gave a small gasp of pleasure when she finally slipped it in, only to ease it out a second later.

I didn't see her turn it on, but the room filled with a soft, almost sexual hum. She pushed the vibe deeply into her and only pulled it out partway. Then she shoved it all the way in and held it there, her legs somehow spreading wider.

The stimulator was vibrating at an incredible speed, flicking droplets all around as it rubbed against her clit. I could tell Angie was fighting to delay her orgasm, Holding back her explosion.

Meanwhile, my cock was doing its best to burst free of its prison.

Her muffled cries told me she had lost her battle. Her legs slammed shut and she bounced and rolled on the bed. Eventually, she stopped and the hum was silenced.

Still cuffed, she reached behind her head and unbuckled her gag. Then used a tissue to remove the drool.

Her lipstick was still perfect. How did she do that?

"It's going to take a lot to better that one. I'm willing, are you?"

I nodded my head. What else could I do? I was on no position to argue.

Or move.

"Good, because I'll need your help." Picking up the key, she unlocked one cuff. Then she produced a bead-filled dildo. She turned in on and the damned thing squirmed in her hand. It twisted, bounced, shook and vibrated.

Science!

She clicked it off and tool the other toy, a string of anal beads, already shiny from lube.

No, no way. My butt is strictly a one way street. Nothing goes up!

However, when she returned to her bed, I realized I was allowed to remain a butt-virgin. One by one she popped them into her own ass, until a long string with a plastic ring were all that was left outside of her.

"What I need you to do is, wait for just the right moment to pull them out. You decide when and how quickly. But remember, I am not a lawn mower. Take Your Time!!!"

"Now this is the hard part." She picked up was a leather triangle with straps. She pressed the monstrous vibe against and twist until it clicked into place.

It sprung back to life, wildly moving as Angie let it slide into her, then she was the one twisting to secure it to her body.

"One last thing." She panted, as the device was already working its magic. She withdrew a black leather hood from the drawer. She showed me the attacked gag.

Suddenly, mine seemed more than reasonable.

She bent her head to mouth the gag home then pulled the hood over her head in one swift motion. She fiddled with the nose piece, making sure the grommets lined up with her nostrils before she yanked the zipper down, sealing her inside.

There had to be some sort of liner that prevented her from trapping her hair in that zipper. Frantically, she found the straps of the built-in collar and tightened it around her neck.

Blindly she walked towards me, stopping as she bumped into my leg. She felt around until she found my right hand, then turned and handed me the ring of her beads.

She bent, and walked a step away from me...and reached behind her back, cuffing her hands helplessly behind her

We were both trapped! Although she was having a hell of a lot more fun!

I was mesmerized by her ass. It swayed to an unheard rhythm. Her muffled grunts were increasing. In moments, she would be forced to cum.

I couldn't pull on the string, there was too much slack. I quickly wrapped the string around my hand until there was a taut line to her ass. When I saw her body jerk forward, I pulled out the first bead.

The force of pleasure forced her to her knees, which pulled out two more. She was yelling, screaming and fighting her bonds as the vibe, with a little help from me, imprisoned her in unending orgasms.

Later, she lay at my feet. All beads long removed. The vibe still going, but no longer having much effect. If it wasn't for her (Wonderfully) moving chest, I would have worried that she had died.

Wouldn't that make a fun headline, when, and if they found us?

She stirred and moved to me, nuzzling my legs, eventually she was able to sit on my lap with the leather-clad head resting on my chest.

She might not have felt any vibration, but my trapped cock did!

She allowed me to hump her for a few seconds before she hopped off.

Damn, I was getting close! I watched her bump into her bed and follow it to her night stand. With practiced ease, she freed her hands and unlocked/unzipped her helmet.

"That was better than I had hoped it would be! Did you like it?"

I cocked my head as if considering my answer, then briefly nodded.

"If it was that much fun with you chastised, just imagine how great it will be when you get to cum too!" She had removed and silenced her vibrator and returned to my lap.

"Hold still for a second, there!" She said as the gag was pulled free. I rotated my jaw as she wiped away the drool with another tissue?

Where do women keep all these tissues? I swear, we could go swimming and she would still have dry tissues at hand!

"Promise me you'll diet. Mr. No-No comes off in two days for cleaning and I would hate to have to put it on you again. I want your cock inside me."

"Then why bother with it? I'll lose some weight, but I don't see the need..."

"Are you horny right now?"

"Very!" I moaned.

"Yet you came a few hours ago. Usually, you are watching TV and ignoring me by this time."

"No I don't...often." I finished weakly.

Her look spoke volumes. She lightly bounced my trapped cock in her hand. "This little device will be a constant reminder of sex. You won't be able to NOT think of sex. And you also know....IF YOU LOSE WEIGHT...You'll have amazing, kinky sex in two days. Does that sound bad?"

"Noooo." I admitted, "But what if I don't want to wear it? What if I say no?"

"Then I say Bye-Bye. Robert, I trusted you today. I let you see what I really like. Your bondage, my bondage...I can't live without this. I want to share this with you for many years. But first, you have to be alive for those years. Frankly, your heart can't take some of the things I want to do to you."

She leaned in for a kiss. "Besides, I have a closet full of outfits that aren't your size...yet."

We kissed and cuddled for a bit. Then she freed me and I got dressed. We sat for a little while, drinking coffee.

Then, accepting that my cock was not going to be freed that night, I drove back to my apartment.

As I saw it, my choice was simple. Diet and occasionally have my dick in prison, or start looking for a saner girlfriend.

Crazy was actually kind of fun.

She won this round.

I was worried that the damn thing would prevent me from sleeping, but I dropped right off.

And woke an hour later in pain. Apparently, I get raging hard-ons in my sleep! My cock had pulled the cage far forward, squeezing my balls.

NOT a nice way to wake up!

I pulled my balls to a more comfortable position, hit the bathroom and quickly fell back to sleep.

Only to find out I get multiple hard-ons at night.

Well excuse me for being virile!

Other than that I slept well, and had no problem with my morning ablutions. At least, until Angie sent me her photo.

Her bra, panty and garter belt were all made of a white mesh. She was covered and yet totally exposed.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand my balls were crushed again.

I pulled everything back into place and drove to work.

The day was surprisingly mundane. No one screamed or pointed to my crotch. No one made jokes behind my back.

No one noticed a thing.

Okay, they noticed I didn't touch the leftover cake.

That night I face timed with Angie, watching her ride a dildo for half an hour. That was both wonderful and horrible. At her request, I stripped and weighed myself afterwords.

There was a thick line of pre-cum hanging from the pee hole.

"Oooh," Angie Teased. "I think your dickie likes his new home."

"Tomorrow it will be evicted."

How could I be this horny? I had sex a day earlier?

After she hung up, I was left with nothing to do. I had no interest in the game and there was no way I was going to surf for porn.

I made a far-too-small dinner for myself and read comic strips online until I was tired enough to sleep.

After another hard night, I woke, knowing I would be free in a few hours.

I had time, so I studied my cock keeper in the mirror. It forced my cock down while it lifted my balls up. The lock was a small thing, almost a toy. I could probably have twisted it off without using any tools.

How could such a small piece of brass hold me prisoner? Not thinking of anything in particular I played with the chastity.

The only thing I could move were the two guide posts. As they weren't locked in place, I was able to slide them free.

With them gone, the bottom of the chastity came off.

And then I could pull the tube off.

I was free.

With trembling hands, I was able to fit the device back together. I could take it off whenever I wanted.

Was this a test or just one hell of a design flaw.

The big question was.....what do I do next?


Chapter 2 (added: 2020/06/17)

I'm free!

I bounced the wonderful, poorly-designed plastic-prison in my hand. I had won and Angie would never know. All I had to do was slip into my cock cage whenever we were getting together. Other than that, I would be unbound!

As I was celebrating my amazing fortune, my phone beeped. It was Angie with today's lingerie.

She wore a black lace bra with an attached triangle of more lace that attached to her panty...made of black lace.

I wasn't sure how she got into it, but I was determined to learn how to get her out of it! My freed cock gave an enthusiastic thumbs up!

"Cant wait to see that in person." I typed.

"I'm not gonna wear be wearing this." She answered, "I'll have something much more fun!" The rest of the screen was filled with red blobs that probably were hearts.

I took a long shower, delighting in being able to clean everything, including my plastic pal who is fun to be with. I debated about using that line for Angie, but I doubt she'd get the reference.

After a sad, little breakfast, (The chastity might be gone, I still had to diet.) I drove to work with a song in my heart and a bulge in my pants.

It was at work that I discovered the flaw in my grand design. I noticed every female in the room and my body happily reacted! Yesterday I had been locked up, so my attention was...hidden. But today, I was free to grow.

I finally devised a pad out of toilet paper that hid most signs of my arousal. I suffered through a semi-embarrassing day and I rushed home to try a frozen diet meal.

No, not a meal, barely an appetizer.

No, not appetizer, appetite killer.

There wasn't much of it and it tasted of disappointment. I had been looking forward to this dinner for the last three hours and I was still looking forward to food.

Fortunately, I knew Angie would make all this dieting worthwhile.

I took another shower...can't be too clean when ya wanna do the dirty...and popped my chastity back on.

Except, it didn't fit. My cock was way too big to fit into the small tube. I turned on my computer and found an instructional video on how to put it on.

"Slide your flaccid penis into the tube..."

Not Helping!

The vid had mentioned using their special lubrication...which I didn't have. But I DID have good old petroleum jelly, and a no-longer-as-stiff cock.

I greased up and slid into the tube before my penis could regrow. All nicely locked up, I pulled on a pair of red silkies (So I have a lot of silk underwear...I deserve it) got dressed and drove to Angie's. She had a small sign attached to her front door; "Abandon hope all ye who enter here."

Well, good eve to you as well.

The door silently opened and I hurried through.

Angie floated into my arms, a vision in black leather and straps. Before I could kiss her, or even say how amazing she looked, she shoved a cock gag in my mouth. I choked for a second or two as the intruder got settled in my mouth. I could taste the sharp tang of Angie on the gag, telling me where it had been nestling earlier on the day.

In the few seconds I had spent adjusting to the gag, Angie had buckled a thick collar around my neck. As my right hand shifted it into a less-uncomfortable position, Angie pulled my left behind my back and into an attached cuff.

Then she trapped my right hand as well.

THEN she gave a sharp pull to the strap that connected my cuffs to my collar. My hands went up, my shoulders were pulled down and it all hurt like hell.

Then she stepped into front of me and tightly hugged me.

She had been silent up until now, and I saw why. She wore a skin-tight hood that covered everything except her eyes. I could see the outline of a ball trapped in her mouth and I could hear her breathe through a pair of small holes in the mask. Her hair flowed out a hole near the top/back in a tight pony tail. A wide collar covered the bottom of the hood.

I moved back to fully appreciate her ensemble. Along with the helmet, she wore a corset and gloves combo. They were attached together, but I had no idea how. A hobble skirt was wrapped around her narrowed waist which flared over her hips and ended at her ankles. Tall heels completed her look.

In this rig, she could only take small, mincing steps. But she was still able to move at a brisk pace.

My cock vainly attempted to show approval.

When she turned, I was able to see how everything had been cinched. Every piece was laced tightly together. The edges all met and the knots were under a wide belt that cinched her tummy.One strap she had no problem unbuckling was my belt. Then she unzipped my jeans and pulled everything to the floor. I almost fell when she pulled my shoes off.

My red silk underwear did not get a word...well...she didn't react in any way to it.

She did seem satisfied once I was naked from the waist down

She lifted a small chain from around her neck that had a silver key slip free of her cleavage. Obviously, the unnecessary key to my chastity. I tried to look desperately at it, hiding the fact that she had been bound tonight far longer than I had.

She made a big show of unlocking the brass lock and slowly sliding the tube off for a tiny bit, then pushing it back on.

She repeated this action...a little more off, not as fully back on...until I was completely free. Damn, that had felt very nice.

She was putting the tube down on a counter when something caught her eye. Frowning, she held the tube up to the light and looked inside of it. Then she ran a glove-covered finger inside and examined the residue she found.

Her eyes blazed as she threw down the tube and fumbled with the back of her hood for a second. Then with a grunt of frustration,She picked up her phone.

Her thumbs flew for a few second, then the phone was thrust in my face. WHY IS THERE PETROLEUM JELLY IN YOUR CHASTITY????

Shit! I was saved from having to explain by being gagged. I grunted a few nonsense sounds and wiggled my shoulders as I strained to create a believable lie.

Glowering, she spun me around and unbuckled my gag.I turned back to find her eyes glaring at me. Well, the best lies are 90% truth...here goes.

"I was playing with it in the shower this afternoon and it fell apart. I couldn't get it back on without lube."

She mimed something breaking up in her hands. I could hear her silent "Bullshit."

"Lock it back on me." I directed. She did, but without the love and gentleness of before.

"Pull out those white guide thingies." I continued. As she followed my instructions, the ring behind my balls fell off and the tube slowly dropped from my flaccid cock.

She picked up the pieces in disbelief. I wisely decided to stay silent. I was still cuffed, after all, shoulders were still on fire.

Moving to the kitchen table, she spent several minutes building and taking apart the chastity. She must have found an answer because she dropped the pieces on the table and rummaged about in a drawer until she found a small white tube.

She then cried so loudly I was able to hear it through her gag. She was bent over the table in pain and...no...not pain...pleasure!

She twisted in her chair and pounded ineffectually on her groin. Something was happening under that tight leather and it was either too much or too little for her. After a minute, she shook her head and gave the clock an appraising look and hurried back to her task.

She slipped the white rods into place on one of the curved pieces and added a drop of what-had-to-be glue on each end. She brought the pieces up to her mouth to blow on them, but had to settle for waving them around.

Then, setting the glued piece on a paper towel, she turned to me.

She picked up the cock gag she had used, bounced in her hand a few times, then tossed it aside. A large duffel bag that had been on a chair was hoisted to the table. She pulled several gags from the bag, rejecting each one until she was stopped by another spasm.

Instinctively, I moved to help her but a glare stopped me in my tracks. I stepped back to the door and waited. Her eyes were screwed shut as she endured whatever was happening. Her hips thrust forward, trying to get more of the sensation. A sharp snort signaled that calmness had returned.

I guessed that she had some sort of vibrator on a timer that she was powerless to control. That wasn't my problem. The gag she found was.

It looked far nicer than some of the things she had strapped into my mouth. Just a curved metal plate with a flat tongue. The cocks and balls she had used on me were more fearsome.

It was the satisfaction that glowed in her eyes that had me scared (Okay, terrified.) She was FAR too happy about what she had planned.

With one hand, she held the tip of the flat metal to my mouth. Her other hand drifted down until her fingers wrapped around my balls and gave a light squeeze.

My mouth opened in surprise and the gag entered my mouth. Her arms wrapped around me as she buckled it closed. Surprisingly, it wasn't bad. I could close my mouth almost completely. All it did was sit lightly on my tongue.

Then I tried to say something. Immediately I had to fight my gag reflex. I could almost handle this gag, unless I tried to speak. My lips pressed together as I focused on breathing through my nose. I took long, cleansing breaths and, after about a minute, relaxed.

Angie gave my balls another light squeeze. I glanced down, only to see that while I was adjusting to her new gag, she had locked the damn chastity back on me.

She clipped a leash to the chastity and led me deeper into her house.

Not that I needed leading. I would follow that ass anywhere.

She led me into what must have been her playroom. All it had was a bed, two nightstands and some oddly shaped wood attached to the closet door.

She unbuckled the collar thingie and the pain in my shoulders went from excruciating to mildly terrible.. As she freed my wrists, they fell to my side. My shoulders still hurt, just her taking off my shirt took extra time. I was grateful to be out of that torture device.

She backed me against the door and, as I expected, my body fit into the curved pieces.

She pressed my right wrist into a semicircle of wood at my side, then flipped the top piece closed with a snap. I tried to twist or pull my arm free....nothing. And as I fiddled with one wrist, she trapped the other.

I stood against the door, my arms hanging comfortably by my side. I just couldn't move them.

Why did this worry me?

Angie pushed my legs apart until the nestled in their cut-outs. Not being able to bend in her outfit, her legs nudged the tops until they closed around my ankles. Another set closed around my thighs.

Her dainty steps carried her to a nightstand where she picked up an empty two-liter bottle with a hose taped to the top.

More worry.

Using the hose, she lowered the bottle to the ground, then taped the other end of the hose to the pee-slot of my chastity.

I had seen those cartoons of men filling up large jugs with their cum.

Angie was about to be severely disappointed.

She buckled a wide strap around my waist, which pressed me against the door. With one hand, Angie eased my head back as the final restraint locked around my neck.

She made a second trip besides the bed where she locked leather cuffs on her wrists, dropping the keys on the nightstand and returned with a large padlock. It had several buttons on it and a view screen that read "8:00."

She took a few,staggering steps and flopped on the bed. Her vibes must be running again.

She shakily threaded the lock through D rings on her cuffs and a chain that ran over the far side of the bed. Staring at me, she closed the lock.

I could still read the glowing screen which now read "7:59."

Wait...was that HOURS????

In a few seconds, the glow faded but the lock remained closed. Was I trapped her for the rest of the night?

I looked to Angie for answers, but she had finally succumbed to her Duracell Demons. She was bouncing on the bed, enjoying an orgasm.

The first of many I supposed.

I was prevented from even achieving an erection.

The hours passed. She came, slept and came some more.

I was unable to sleep. I might have managed it, but I choked on the gag every time I started to nod off. After a while, I needed to pee...when a new worry hit me.

I had read stories of slaves forced to drink their own urine...or other peoples urine. That part didn't matter, I didn't want to drink pee!

Was she saving this for me, or just saving herself a clean up?

There weren't any clocks in the room, so I don't know how long I was able to hold back until the pressure grew too great.

As the pee splashed loudly in the bottle Angie turned and looked at me.

I'm so fucked.

After what felt like days, her padlock came to life and popped open. Frantically she pulled her cuffs free of the hasp. With a sharp pull, she unbuckled the wide belt around her waist, then she rolled on her stomach to work on the knot she had just revealed.

The laces hissed as they were pulled through the grommets. She spent a few seconds yanking on the laces, followed by a fruitless tug on the skirt and then rapidly returning to the laces.

I was wondering why she was in such a rush when she was able to loosen the skirt enough to pull her booted-feet free.

Running faster than the boots should have allowed, she flew to the bathroom.

Oh, so THAT was the reason

A minute or two later, she sauntered back towards me, unbuckling her collar and unlacing her helmet.

But it wasn't her head that caught my eye, it was her crotch.

Yeah, well...this time was different.

Unless I was mistaken, she was also locked into a chastity belt.

Most of it was hidden by her corset, but I could clearly see a golden triangle bend between her legs and follow the curve of her body.

A pair of wires followed the same curve.

Two wires....just how kinky was my girlfriend?

Also hanging from her corset were six garters that attached to smoky-black stockings. The stockings disappeared into stiletto knee-boots.

Hopefully, my night was about to get better.

"The gag stopped being fun around midnight." she said, dropping her sodden gag to the floor. "I had planned on setting the lock to free me in two hours," She continued, "But finding you had removed your chastity really pissed me off!"

I grunted a few things, as if I was protesting my innocence.

"You could have called!" She barked. "Because of you, I can't do all the nasty things I had planned for us. So you're not getting out of THAT!" She growled as she poked my chastity, "For another week!"

My night was not about to get better....

"It was going to be so fucking great!," She continued, "I have this amazing harness of all straps that I was going to wrap you in, then I'd try to get you off, without using my ass, pussy or mouth because they were all locked up!"

One hand kept playing with the front of her chastity as she ranted. "You get the picture? I could move, but all my holes are blocked. You can't move, yet your dick would be free?"

She began to hit the chastity in frustration. "Then, after two hours, I'd unlock my collar and get the hood and gag out and give you the most mind-blowing, fucking blow job you ever had!"

I don't think I had ever heard Angie swear before tonight.

"I am too fucking nice to you." She hissed as she tore the hose off my chastity.

I was dreading her next move. How was she going to force me to....

She stomped towards the bathroom.

I waiting, praying for the sound of...

YES! She flushed!

Returning, she grabbed the wooden restraint that held my right hand, did something and it popped open. As she moved to free my other hand, I tried to open the one trapping my neck.

With both hands free, I continue to prod the damn thing around my neck.

Finally, when all the rest had been opened, she unlocked the neck piece. I immediately unbuckled the gag.

She glared at me, hitting her chastity belt. "The keys to this fucking thing won't be available for hours. I suggest you get out of my sight before I test to see how big of a butt plug I need to calm down."

I was about to ask how she would use a butt plug while wearing the belt, when I realized it wasn't going in her butt.

Maybe I took out my gag too soon.....

In any case, I got dressed as fast as I could and left. Driving home, a line from PIPPIN occurred to me. "Sometimes I wonder if the fornicating I'm getting is worth the fornicating I'm getting."

I tapped the cock-lock as I debated cutting the damn thing off when I got home

and forgetting I ever knew Angie. Great sex is one thing, being tied to a door for the entire night is another.

Of course, that triggered another PIPPIN line; "And if I'm never tied to anything, I'll never be free!"

I soon had it simplified to a pair of lists.

PROS:

1. Great Sex.

2. Incredible Lingerie.

3. There is Nothing she won't try in bed.

CONS:

1. No Sex while I am locked up.

2. I would look silly in Incredible Lingerie.

3. There is NOTHING she won't try in bed!

But...I was losing weight. And although she was crazy....She was mine, and I guess I was hers.

I decided to try wearing this damned thing for a few more days....but we were going to have a talk about boundaries.

Once I was home, I saw that my alarm would go off in little more than two hours. I debated...should I even bother trying to get a couple of hours of sleep? I decided to lay down for a few minutes and see if I could drift off.

Seconds later, my alarm sounded.

Okay, it was two hours, but it felt like seconds.

(It is called the second hand because it was the second hand created for the clock. The minute hand was the first.)

When I get tired, REALLY tired, I start thinking of obscure and useless trivia.

(Jude the Obscure was Thomas Hardy's last completed novel.)

In the shower, I concentrated on cleaning my bound cock as best I could. If I really was going to be trapped for a week, I did not want to start stinking down there.

After making sure that the guide posts really were glued into place and I couldn't easily remove it, I began to wash my junk.

Problem was, my balls were semi-accessable, but my shaft was out of reach. I used my shower wand aim water in the tube, using the small pee-hole.

Very little got in.

(3,160 tons of water flow over Niagara Falls per second.)

I tried guiding the water in from the other side, so it would flow down my cock. This seemed to work better and I was able to pull some of my dick out of the tube.

I added more soap and continued to rinse, trying to get more of me out so I could clean it.

Unexpectedly, my cock popped out of the chastity. My balls were still trapped by the bent plastic, but Old-Reliable was hanging free and ready for attention.

(Houdini died October 31, 1926.)

I hope Angie hadn't paid much for this thing. It just didn't work.

I don't know it was from my lack of sleep or frustration, but I got pissed. I couldn't be mad at the chastity because it wasn't doing anything!

I stepped from my shower and grabbed my phone. I sent Angie a picture of my untrapped appendage. (First dick-pic I have ever taken) captioning it. "Glue won't fix it this time!"

Then I saw she had already sent me a message. It was a long letter. In it, she apologized for over-reacting to my escaping. She hoped I would come over tonight so she could free me.

Someone want to tell her?

She closed with a picture of her still wearing the outfit from overnight. She had left the keys to her chastity in her locker at work, so she would have to teach her early classes while still bound.

Just before I stepped back to finish washing, my phone buzzed.

"What did you do?" She demanded.

"Tell me this thing was on sale." I said, "I was washing myself and had no trouble getting out of it."

"Then just take it off!" She snapped.

"Can't." I snapped back. "My balls are still in it. I'll see if I can get my cock back inside, then see you tonight. Listen, I know you are only trying to help me lose weight, and I appreciate it, I do. But having to pretend that I am stuck kind of takes away any excitement."

"I know," She agreed, "I'm sorry."

"It was sort of fun," I admitted, "And I am losing weight."

"I'll see if I can come up with some other inspiration tonight." She said, "After all, Neither of us has to work tomorrow."

Did I just dig myself in deeper?

(The deepest man-made site is the Kola Superdeep Borehole.)