To Me Chastity Is Bondage

man tied in bondage and leather

A story by DaltonOtt

When I hear the word chastity I automatically think about bondage. There are many ways to play with a chastity device. I have tried it solo, with a key holder, time locks, mailing myself the key, and leaving the key at home while I’m on a trip.

My keyholder is tall, stunningly beautiful, and strict. She is imaginative, mature, and very strong-willed. Her focus is on systematically controlling my level of sexual frustration. She mercilessly keeps me at the absolute peak of male sexual need and arousal. This includes daily edging games and mind fucks. She forces me to release my sperm without orgasm by milking my prostate one day per month. She forces me to endure endless bondage sessions and 24/7 nudity. I’m forced to supply oral-service and massages for her and her friends. I also do domestic work and suffer her strict discipline for my mistakes. She is bisexual and loves to tie me to a chair to watch her have sex with her hot women friends…………yeah this is about when I wake up and realize I’m dreaming.

Chastity device play can be a very lonely fetish. It seems to be building in popularity judging by the variety of devices on the market today. Articles about male chastity are in a few mainstream publications, depictions of chastity play are in films and television, I have overheard a few open discussions about the use of chastity in sex play. Not long ago anyone interested in a chastity device was considered to be an oddball even in BDSM circles. Today chastity devices are considered edgy and have become a bit of a fad.

I have been hard-wired for bondage for as long as I can remember. When chastity devices came along I viewed them as bondage gear for my cock and balls. I love bondage for my entire body so why not my cock and balls?

Cuckolding, eating another man’s cum or sucking his cock does not interest me in the slightest. Wearing dresses, make-up, high heels or a wig also doesn’t interest me. The effects of securely isolating my cock in a tube for weeks at a time to make it sensitive and the inability to ejaculate no matter how hard I try, now that is what interests me.

For some reason having my cock securely locked away while I’m at work or away from home is my idea of fun. Traveling across a continent or an ocean locked in plastic chastity is a real mind fuck. Thousands of miles and another plane ride from the chastity device key is a bit of a distraction in a business meeting.

The first time I was pulled out of line at airline security for a crotch check was a real rush. We fear this discovery but trust me it isn’t anything they haven’t seen before, just be helpful, cooperate fully and act happy to show them how it is locked on, and offer to answer any questions they may have. Make sure you don’t laugh when they swab it for explosives.

A kinky world traveler friend of mine travels with suitcases of the most bizarre electrical sex equipment, rubber clothing, gas masks, and bondage gear. I asked him how he gets through customs, he said to be helpful and friendly and be eager to explain what everything is and how it works. Most of the time they figure you are just some harmless pervert they just don’t want to know about. He said he did spend almost an hour in conversation when he ran into a fellow kinky inspector.

Like all bondage, it isn’t bondage until you want out and can’t. The quest of most male bondage lovers is to have a way to be in escape-proof bondage but also be safe. The best and safest way is with another person. They can completely apply the bondage, help you with the bondage or finish the bondage by fastening that last strap, zipper or lock, you know that one you just can’t reach on your own. Then they monitor you and make sure you are okay then let you out when it is time.

Another way is to trust a mechanism. This is a bit of a risk but some are as foolproof as possible because they will open when the ice melts or the power goes off. But beware they never completely foolproof and they can’t react to you if you have a problem.

Cock and ball bondage in a chastity device won’t kill you. If you can be in it for a day you can be in it for a month or six months or a year and so on. Hair grows, balls fill and your body changes to fit the device. An ingrown hair is just an irritation, balls swelling from neglect and not restriction is a good effect. What you thought was a tight fit will over time have you ordering a smaller size device. Your cock hasn’t shrunk, even though that is a popular fantasy, your body just adjusts to the device. Unleash the monster and a little rub with some oil and a nose full of pussy will bring it alive no matter how long it has been encased.

Being locked in a metal device that requires a piercing is the ultimate state of mind. The first time I was locked up away from the key I had to fight off panic. This is the real deal you can’t get out without painfully tearing your sensitive flesh or risking the use of power tools around your special parts.

The best way to play with a chastity device is with another person. They simply need to be willing to control the key. This can be for a set time, set by you or a time set by the key holder. If it is a time set by you it will probably be fantasy time, fantasy time is what your little head wants which is always about 25% more than you really want. If the time is set by the key holder a lot depends on their personality and mood. This is the risk you take giving control over to an unknown factor.

There can be interaction or not. With no interaction other than conversation, the conversation can include begging and whining or complete silence on the chastity subject. With physical interaction, it can include a wide range of possibilities. There can be simple periodic inspections with a daily pat on your swollen balls to daily edging sessions and oral service. This all depends on the interests and temperament of the key holder.

The mistake most chastity lovers make is assuming the other person has your exact fantasy. They will probably know about it but may not have a personal interest in it. I have found it is rare in any part of the BDSM world to have matching fantasies.

For example, I have little interest in acting like a dog, however, if my lover gets turned on by having me bark and fetch a bone I will do it for her because I honor her fantasy. I love the idea of being pegged by her strap-on but not keen on drinking her piss. However, if I can get a proper pegging I’ll drink all of the piss she wants me to drink. Over time I have begun to look forward to drinking it and she has grown an interest in pounding my ass with her strap on…win..win!

Frustration with a kinky partner is common if both parties don’t try to understand and facilitate their partners’ fantasy. As a male chastity device and bondage lover, it is easy fo me to be selfish in my fantasy. These two fantasies require caretaking by the other party, how boring. I seem to forget the needs of my partner. After years of satisfying women without relying on my cock skills, I have become skillful in the use of my mouth and tongue. I forget after a great set of orgasms she enjoys cuddling in her pajamas to watch a “chick” movie.

My chastity arousal level is still on the boil but I get dressed and sit with her through the whole movie. I rub her feet in a nonsexual way and make popcorn but I keep my needs quietly to myself. This is not my fantasy but it is how she recharges her batteries. She also knows that a special occasion for me is chaining me in the dark basement overnight.

Chastity is that sexual thing that never ends. The longer I’m locked up the crazier I get. The more I talk about it the less interested she gets. Imagine locking someone in a chastity device and then getting continuous updates on how they feel about it. After a while, it really gets old and draining. We have a rule absolutely no conversation about my chastity condition unless I am asked or there is a severe issue. If she wants to know she will ask. This eliminates all possibilities of manipulating her actions. This actually adds to the chastity experience for us both.

An example of her feeding my fantasy is a daily pat on the balls and acknowledging I am locked up and she has the key. This simple act is all I need to keep me feel connected and extremely happy. Without this small gesture, I can feel abandoned and alone in this difficult journey. The three AM erections, the pinching and adjustments, the grooming and cleaning and the building sexual frustration are well worth it with a few words, a touch, and a smile.

This is not the usual Literotica story, I write this to men with similar interests. I have been doing this a while and have made many mistakes. Most of these were while trying to navigate my sexual needs. As a young man, I was completely selfish. I was never mean or rude in fact I was willing to do anything for a woman to get what I needed.

My mistake was assuming she needed what I needed. Sex for sex is only a small part of the exchange. The typical male notion based on; she orgasmed four times before I did so I must be a gentleman. Women are fascinating creatures that at times make no sense to me. Over the years I have finally learned to cherish this fact.

Everything in a relationship is based on the exchange of energy. This can be everyday vanilla relationships or the most erotic kinky relationships. There is always some sort of an exchange. This can range from cleaning out the garage for a night in bondage or flowers, a night of dancing and conversation for an edging. However, it isn’t that simple. My suggestion is to forget about what you need or want I’m sure by now she knows your fantasies. Just love her, listen to her and be there for her. Yes go in without a plan and see what happens you may be pleasantly surprised.

I bought pots, soil, flowers, and tomato plants for our apartment patio. I worked my ass off and actually put up a bird feeder. I was showering when she poked her head in handed me my metal chastity device with a PA hook and pointed at my cock and balls and said be sure you shave, then closed the shower door. I stood there in amazement, shaves, and locked it on. I gave her the key, she pointed to the bed where there was a blindfold and cuffs. I put everything on locked my legs and arm, she then locked the free arm and straddled my face.

She had skipped her shower to give me a full dose of her sex. I was there for most of the evening. It is now a week later, I have spent countless hours serving her with my mouth and tongue, several nights as her footstool, and a few tied up for the night. Tonight I will be chained in the dark basement and tomorrow, next week, next month, who the hell knows what will happen. Is all of this because I bought tomato plants? This woman never ceases to amaze me……

Last Updated on 3 weeks by pseudonymous