Forward: I was inspired to write this out by the thread "ultimate fantasy that will never come true" ... But the more I started writing, the more I realized I was writing a short story. I apologize if there's not as much substance as one would normally have, but it seemed to eclipse a single thread aftef a while. I've never written a short story before, but if you guys like this I would consider reformatting it to have more dialogue instead of being more of the memoir perspective it is in now. I could potentially also see continuing it into a saga if there is interest.
Heather and I had been dating since the end of freshman year. We both managed to get high marks on our entrance exams so we were some of the only freshmen in end level gened courses. In fact, for our core classes, there was one in specific that we were the *only* two freshmen in. That's got to be the only reason why she picked me over everyone else. Sure it was a small liberal arts school, but the engineering program, specifically for computer science, still is nationally ranked. It's not like Google and Amazon were fighting for graduates here, but it's not like you were going to get stuck writing the logic for the seventieth incarnation of a knock off tickle me elmo, either. (Please forgive me if I'm light on some of the specifics, as there is no way I could risk this spilling into our professional lives.)
Sorry, I digress. Actually, that's something we both do. Little quirks like that combined with similar interests probably also helped. Except for my height, I would say I'm average at best. Heather is a little over 5 and a half feet tall, has gorgeous long brown hair, and an hourglass figure from her Croatian and Columbian heritage that shines through. You wouldn't know it at first since it takes a special occasion to get her out of the house in anything other than a baggie hoodie & jeans, but still...being one of 6 females in our cohort....it was nice that she gravitated toward me to study with.
By the end of our freshman year, she already had a summer internship lined up with a local biotech company. I headed back home to help my uncle with his tech company since the money was always really good.
The last day I saw Heather when I was packing up for summer, we talked about all our plans. Her internship was incredible to say the least and she was far more interested than I would ever expect someone to be in the tech work I would be doing for the following months. As the conversation shifted back to her turn, she paused for a moment. Between the glassed over look in her eyes and the smile dissolving into a flat expression, it was almost as though she was replaying a traumatic event in her head. I asked her about it and she quickly suppressed it back into smiles and continued on talking. At this point in our friendship, we had progressed to greeting each other with hugs, sucker punches, and tackles on occasion. Saying goodbye for the summer though was the first time she ever hugged me so tightly. It was also the first time I ever saw her cry.
I asked her what was wrong. In a moment of vulnerability, she opened up and explained her fear of losing me. Being raised by a single mom, I never had emotion and vulnerability stamped out of me, so I started to cry too. To be honest, I knew I was developing feelings for her, but I'm also somewhat of a wallflower. I would never jeopardize our friendship for the chance of dating. When she pulled on my neck and kissed me though, I was exploding with happiness that she took the chance I was too scared to.
What was supposed to be a quick goodbye turned into opening up about our feelings for each other long into the evening. The drive home was almost 11 hours, so as we began to lose the battle against our sleep deprived bodies, I agreed to crash on the couch for the night.
When we woke up in the morning, we had a more factual conversation. We asked each other if we were really doing this, but it was not out of fear or a need to confirm. It was out of excitement for this new chapter in our lives.
We didn't get to see each other over that summer, but our similar interests made for some incredibly easy date nights playing games together and video chatting as well. It was always hard having to log off though, and about halfway through summer I realized that there was some amalgamation of jealousy and fear anytime I would mention my female friends back home and us hanging out. I tried reassuring her that I only had eyes for her. She voiced her appreciation for that but also told me I didn't have to worry about her and that I didn't have to give up my friends just because they're girls.
I could go on, but will suffice to say that we were a happy couple, albeit longing to see each other in person again.
When the start of the 2020 school year finally came to, it was like we were more interested in just spending time with each other than actually getting ready for the school year. I don't think I even bothered on packing a single thing until 2 days after getting back into her arms.
As time went on, I still saw that tinge of fear or jealousy whenever I would mention doing something with another girl. She even got us both promise rings. I took pride in never taking mine off, and I did like the humor in the engraving saying "property of Heather."
And as time went on, my own concern about our education grew as the pandemic threatened our ability to continue the school year. Evidently, Heather's biggest concern was our relationship. It got so bad that by the end of the first semester, we already knew that we were going to be sent home indefinitely. Heather was inconsolable. This wasn't just me being 11 hours away. This was us being an easy 20-hour drive from each other. Anything but flying would be unrealistic, and even that was going to become unrealistic with this damn pandemic.
I tried explaining that this changes nothing. I tried explaining that we will always be together. Even with everything going on pause and us having to both go back home where we would be days apart, that I would always be here for her. Once we were in person again, we could even move in together.
That seemed to help a little. It stopped the sobbing even if the tears continued. Eventually, Heather asked if she could give us both a present before the end of the semester. I agreed and she blocked off two weekends from then for our present.
Two weeks later and as she's revealing the surprise, Heather seemed to have an underlying nervous tone to her demeanor and voice. She had rented an Airbnb by the lake for the weekend. Our surprise was wanting us to experience a glimpse of what our life was supposed to be like together. What it would be together once we could come back.
The weekend started off normally and Heather even lightened up, tackling me a few times among other things. One particular time though, she fell on top of me in quite the suggested position, her legs on either side of mine pinning me down by my hips. As with all the other opportunities, she took that one to kiss me but then she asked if we could try something in bed.
My heart fluttered as I was still a virgin and we had not discussed sex yet. I kept asking her if she was sure she wanted to do this, making sure she didn't feel pressured. She assured me yes, and I became putty in her hands.
She led me to the bedroom and asked if she could try something a little kinky. She asked if she could tie me to the bed with some scarves she had brought. I just nodded yes. Between her love and the hypnotic trance I found myself in, she could have asked me to curl up on the flames of the crackling fire and I probably would have said yes too.
At this point she started to disrobe and I mirrored her actions. This was actually the first time I had ever seen her fully naked. It was the first time she ever saw me this way too. Like I said earlier, I knew she was beautiful but I didn't know just how beautiful until this moment, watching her hair flow over her breasts as she shifted her weight to one side with her hourglass hips slanted.
Without a single word exchanged, she gently led me over to the bed and I climbed up, still entranced at her beauty and her love.
As she was fastening my limbs to the corners of the bed, I remarked on how tight that was and how glad I was that she was using scarves and not rope. She just smiled and kept working., her sex brushing against my chest with each shift in focus to another limb.
Once she was done she took on her playful demeanor again, tickling me for what seems like ages but in reality was probably all of 30 seconds. At one point I pulled so hard but I yelled ow. At that point she stopped, kissed the rest that I had yanked at, and got up.
She told me not to go anywhere and walked out of the room. I called after her but she did not reply. I could tell she was still in the house. Every minute or two I could hear something being rustled. She simply would not acknowledge me though.
At this point I began to snap out of my trance of sorts. I was still overflowing with love and adoration in the world for heather, but I was left to my own thoughts. I began to wonder what was going on. If I made a mistake letting myself be tied up.
I started to realize that all the fears she had this past year seemed to have melted away, replaced by an eerie calmness compared to my incredibly nervous and sprawled out state. I may have been a v-Card trembling on the bed and yet here she was... As calm as could be, and for the first time in my memory, not even responding to me?
When she returned, I almost tried to jump at what I saw. She was wearing an ornate necklace and watch, a black leather corset, and black leather boots. In her left hand was a flogger, too. Nothing she had looked cheap, and if she was a ten before, she just just jumped off the scale in her current attire.
She still had that loving look in her eye, but she also had a certain confidence that I had not seen for quite some time, and with an intensity I'm not sure I've ever seen.
I asked her what was going on. She asked if I had ever heard of bondage and domination. If I had ever heard of Femdom. I turned bright red and nodded. She explained that she thinks it could be a solution to our problem.
I didn't understand what she meant, and where I wanted to form words I'm sure the puzzled look on my face was good enough, because she continued to explain her plan.
She explained that my safe word was my penis. That all I had to do was tell her whether I liked what she was doing or not. She explained that if I didn't like what she was doing, all I had to do was go soft and she would stop doing it.
I gave a slight nod, but I will admit that the more I thought about this the more fear crept into my mind. She slowly walked over to the bed and kneeled up onto it, swinging herself over on top of me quite similar to how she had bear tackled me all of an hour ago.
At this point, her sex was all of 2 inches from mine. I strained upward but she just smiled with an unbreaking gaze at me. She asked if I was sure I was ready and admonished that there's no going back once we do this.
I struggled, vigorously shaking my head yes as the one between my legs nodded and throbbed as well.
She bent down and kissed me, flattening my sex between our two pelvises and scratching me with her nails on the way back up.
She then proceeded to pull out a small tube of what looked like ointment and a condom from the top of her corset. As I tried to make out what that small tube was, she explained that it was orajel. A numbing agent to make me last a little longer. She didn't use a lot of it but she did place a dab inside the condom at the tip before placing it over my now leaking cock.
She continued scratching me kissing me for a few minutes while it sat. I begged her to let me inside of her and every time I did she would just softly shhh me.
After what felt like an eternity but again could have only been a few minutes, she slowly slid me into her. The look of ecstasy and confidence in her eyes as she told me I was hers now was as exhilarating and wonderful as it was terrifying.
As she started to push my member in and out of her, she told me that she wanted to make sure that I would never be with any other woman. She asked me if I knew what chastity belts were and if I would like to wear one for her.
I argued against it but the more she talked about it the harder I got. She told me that I clearly wanted it. All I had to do was go soft to tell her no. Her words in that moment just made me even harder as my body betrayed me.
Eventually she managed to orgasm, and as her walls clenched tightly onto me, she sent me over the edge too.
In an exceptionally cruel twist of fate that I did not even know was possible, she told me that this was my last chance to back out and that if I didn't want her to do it to stay hard so that she couldn't put me away..... Then she continued riding me with what I can only describe as what was agonizing post-orgasm torture. I finally fell out of her as I begged and screamed for her to stop in between the gutteral sounds my throat was making as I convulsed.
Eventually she did and just as she had planned, I was now soft.
She lifted up the condom and tied it off before walking out of the room with it. She had to have been gone for at least 10 minutes at that point, and despite continuing to try and struggle at my bonds, it was very clear that my fate was sealed.
When she came back, she was holding a very heavy looking chastity cage. It looked like it was all metal, with what I only could assume was an anodized aluminum black coating over one part at the top and bottom.
It had what looked like a short catheter for my urethra but it was far too short to be useful. I asked her what that was for. That is when I learned what a tetherspout was.
I was a bit horrified to learn that, as she put it, it the spout did not ever have to be removed and that we could continue to enjoy sex with it installed in me.
It took her a few minutes but she figured out the correct ring size and seemed to quite enjoy herself pulling on my torturously sensitized head with its new internal leash. It was as helpful as it was horrifying to hear her talk about how she never had to worry about me straying or falling for another female and her visions of what our future together and our family would be like.
As she uncoupled the pieces of the cage, I realized that parts that I thought were powder coated black metal might actually be some sort of plastic.
As she placed the ring around my sack and slid the cage over my penis, she coily thanked me for agreeing to let her claim me.
At this point, she told me the cage had some features that I needed to know about. While holding the tube and ring together, she pressed her thumb against the black plastic on top. I could hear something click, and I could feel a click on the metal end of the tetherspout.
She explained that the spout locked into the cage with a retainer clip within the tube so that I would not be able to pull myself out. Unlocking the cage would retrsct the clip. She also explained that the tube and ring had contact points on them that could be used to stimulate me, and that a buzzer sound would go off if the contacts to skin were broken and that it would "behave like a faster low battery mode" whatever that meant.
She explained that she has never loved someone as intensely as she loves me and that she saved up most of the money from her internship to have this cage made.
Warming back into the loving Heather that she has always been, she told me she hopes I like it and ask if I was ready to be released. I nodded yes and she crawled on top of me once more. Despite the tube providing and ironic shelter from the overstimulation, I couldn't help myself from getting hard again and being frustrated as her sex slip against the tube, inches away from mine but impossible to reach.
After she freed my legs and arms, she crawled off of me and I hugged her, pulling her in for a passionate cuddle. We fell asleep right there in each other's arms.
When I woke up, Heather had already slipped out of bed. It had to be Sunday morning, because sunlight was assaulting my eyes in addition to the smell of bacon happily assaulting my nose. It also seemed that I never fully lost my erection because my dick was mildly attempting to assault the cage too. The more I thought about it, the harder it pressed. I finally resorted to scrolling through my phone to take my mind off things.
Eventually I crawled out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. I didn't even think about the fact I was naked until I saw Heather, this time just wearing her underpants.
I came up to hug her from behind and could feel myself getting hard again. I tried to bury myself between her buttcheeks and even humped a little before she softly told me that it would only make it worse. I thanked and kissed her and helped finish making breakfast. Cleaned everything up too since I've always lived by the rule that whoever cooks doesn't have to clean.
As we sat at the table eating, I kept trying to adjust myself. She asked how it was and giggled cutting me off before correcting me that she was asking about the cage, not the food. I told her the cage was okay and that I'm sure I could handle it for the rest of the weekend. She just giggled again as we continued eating.
As the day went on, I asked when she was thinking of letting me out. After enough times pestering her, she finally said never. Once I realized she wasn't joking, I became afraid and a little angry. That's when her dominant side returned.
She explained that I could be released whenever I want to for sex but that it was a privilege which she could take away for bad behavior. In her words, I needed to learn that unless I was restrained, the belt would not be coming off.
I felt dizzy and sat back down as she explained in no uncertain terms that my sex was now her property and that this was a lifetime commitment for which there was no backing out of.
I frowned and told her that I could just cut it off. She laughed and pressed something on her watch which sent a searing pain through my shaft and balls. I curled up like a pill bug and if I had been running for my life I would have still curled up involuntarily from the searing pain I just experienced.
She asked if I needed another reminder that the belt has certain features. I squeaked out a no as I writhed around on the floor with my nails bent back trying to claw at the cage.
It was then she explained that besides providing punishment, it can provide pleasure including a forced orgasm.
As she continued explaining, I learned it was custom made and she did the electronics herself. She said it was running on a small Arduino and that the shocks I just felt were from a shock collar that was originally designed for large dogs. Still, she upgraded the transformer for to a higher power one. Apparently, even if I managed to get the plastic housing off, the batteries and shock modules themselves are underneath the metal, and the pain I just experienced was only at 20% thanks to the upgraded transformer.
Evidently, the lithium batteries have a thicker than usual mylar sheath too, which she took advantage of to effectively curve them and line the inside of the tube with them.
Opening up the plastic housings would apparently expose a sensor, I'm assuming a light sensing diode but she wouldn't say for sure... Anyway, it would expose a sensor that would hit me with 100% power until the batteries wore out. She also explained that with the incredibly generous size of battery all things considered, that it could last well over a week. She also explained that due to this generous capacity it would begin shocking me if the battery hit 50% and go to a continuous shock reaching 100% power if it dropped to 30%. By her calculations, that leaves more than enough power to burn the sensory nerves off from my genitals and it leaves more than enough power to start a lithium fire if I were to attempt cutting through the cage. Apparently there's also a sense wire in the ring that interface is to the cage where any similar attempt would result in the same thing.
She even mentioned that as a backup, she had an a couple ampoules made. They are glass vials which contain a chemical and you break them to open them. Pretty common in laboratory settings and it's the basic principle for glow sticks and those little "break to open" ammonia sniffers to wake people up.
Well, she had some made that contain sulfuric acid. She assured me that it would be impossible for the movement of my penis or a jolt of the cage hitting something to set them off, but if she explained it, they work similarly to those anti theft ink vials that destroy clothing if you try to remove them. Trying to cut the cage off would likely break one of them. Apparently one of them is also tensioned by the base ring in a way that cutting the ring would make the tensioner crush the ampoule. And trust me, you don't want to look up sulfuric acid burns on a penis. I have. It's horrifying.
"And jf you EVER fucking try to leave me, that condom is on ice. I have what amounts to a frozen sperm sample. It will be given to one of my friends. If you EVER, EVER try to get away, Ill have you hunted down for rape and you can spend time behind the governments prison bars instead of mine. Got it?!"
As reality hit me, I was shaking at the monstrosity that I realized would be on me for as long as she wished. Now I know why it took her so long to come back and why she's so carefully took that used condom with her. Cowering, I shook my head yes.
As she continued, apparently my cage also has a cellular connection. She can activate it remotely. She won't tell me what network it's on either. And apparently as one last failsafe, the same behavior as low battery mode with a slow ramp up to electrocution will occur if I'm outside of a coverage area for more than 24 hours. She said she loves me though, so she programmed it to take "about another day" for the shocks to reach the point of cooking my sex. The 24 hiur countdown just continually resets as long as I'm in a coverage area.
Then she asked if I would like a demonstration of the positive stimulation that can provide. I nodded yes, probably with the expression of a deer in the headlights, to which she gave me that loving smile and did something else with her wrist. All of a sudden I felt a pulsating sensation that was quite pleasant. I took a few minutes but before I knew it I was bucking my hips. I was right there on the edge when she stopped.
I cried out why and she said that was enough of an example. I told her that I wanted to have sex right now. She told me that my earlier behavior, the flippant remarks about cutting off the belt, earned me a week of a celibacy. She explained again under no uncertain terms that last night was the last orgasm I would have for at least a week.
As the weekend (and the semester) came to a close, we began to pack up and go back to our homes. With the insurmountable distance between hers and mine, I realized the other horror that we would be gone from here in a week. I asked her about this and she just giggled and said that's my problem.
I was still madly in love with her and clearly anyone devoted enough to go through all this trouble... Well, I'm at least willing to call it love.
The drive home was irritating to say the least. Every bump felt like a tease as my cock slid against its newfound prison. When I finally got home, I played it cool but after unloading the essentials for my car, I rushed into the bathroom to get a closer look at what Heather had done to me. "Property of Heather" was engraved quite noticeably at the top. I looked over it I promise ring and laughed.
The more I examined it, the more blown away I was by the craftsmanship. The more I realized that there was no evidence that anything she was mentioning about it was an embellishment. I still tried to pull at it almost out of instinct on occasion and to this day I still find myself doing it once in a blue moon. I can't say that's ever done anything other than remind me who I belong to now though.
A couple nights later we were playing our favorite MMO. As usual, I was doing better in the PVP arena than her. I nearly threw my controller across the room when a couple seconds later I felt my cage come to life. An incredibly intense surge of the pleasant vibrations flowed over my sex.
She asked if something got my attention while holding back laughter. Then it stopped, as did my winning streak. I begged her to continue but she told me I still had a week to go. I told her that I should only have 4 days lefth. She corrected me saying that I had seven. Admittedly, I got mad. She shocked the shit out of me again and apologized for telling me it was seven when she really meant 8 days. If it wasn't apparent from the beginning of the story, we're both pretty quick learners, so I quickly apologized. I asked if there was anything I could do to redeem myself. I could hear the satisfaction in her voice and she said that's better and told me to ask in a week
We finished up our game and fell asleep with our laptops next to each other on a Google meet. Right as I started to fall asleep, I felt the slightest of shocks in my cage. I looked over at her. She had that loving look her eyes with just a hint of playful mischievousness. The fear that I had seen so many times before appeared to be completely gone now. And for that I was truly happy. Still gazing at me, she blew me a kiss and said "good night my forever and for always" as we drifted off to sleep together.
Heather and I had been dating since the end of freshman year. We both managed to get high marks on our entrance exams so we were some of the only freshmen in end level gened courses. In fact, for our core classes, there was one in specific that we were the *only* two freshmen in. That's got to be the only reason why she picked me over everyone else. Sure it was a small liberal arts school, but the engineering program, specifically for computer science, still is nationally ranked. It's not like Google and Amazon were fighting for graduates here, but it's not like you were going to get stuck writing the logic for the seventieth incarnation of a knock off tickle me elmo, either. (Please forgive me if I'm light on some of the specifics, as there is no way I could risk this spilling into our professional lives.)
Sorry, I digress. Actually, that's something we both do. Little quirks like that combined with similar interests probably also helped. Except for my height, I would say I'm average at best. Heather is a little over 5 and a half feet tall, has gorgeous long brown hair, and an hourglass figure from her Croatian and Columbian heritage that shines through. You wouldn't know it at first since it takes a special occasion to get her out of the house in anything other than a baggie hoodie & jeans, but still...being one of 6 females in our cohort....it was nice that she gravitated toward me to study with.
By the end of our freshman year, she already had a summer internship lined up with a local biotech company. I headed back home to help my uncle with his tech company since the money was always really good.
The last day I saw Heather when I was packing up for summer, we talked about all our plans. Her internship was incredible to say the least and she was far more interested than I would ever expect someone to be in the tech work I would be doing for the following months. As the conversation shifted back to her turn, she paused for a moment. Between the glassed over look in her eyes and the smile dissolving into a flat expression, it was almost as though she was replaying a traumatic event in her head. I asked her about it and she quickly suppressed it back into smiles and continued on talking. At this point in our friendship, we had progressed to greeting each other with hugs, sucker punches, and tackles on occasion. Saying goodbye for the summer though was the first time she ever hugged me so tightly. It was also the first time I ever saw her cry.
I asked her what was wrong. In a moment of vulnerability, she opened up and explained her fear of losing me. Being raised by a single mom, I never had emotion and vulnerability stamped out of me, so I started to cry too. To be honest, I knew I was developing feelings for her, but I'm also somewhat of a wallflower. I would never jeopardize our friendship for the chance of dating. When she pulled on my neck and kissed me though, I was exploding with happiness that she took the chance I was too scared to.
What was supposed to be a quick goodbye turned into opening up about our feelings for each other long into the evening. The drive home was almost 11 hours, so as we began to lose the battle against our sleep deprived bodies, I agreed to crash on the couch for the night.
When we woke up in the morning, we had a more factual conversation. We asked each other if we were really doing this, but it was not out of fear or a need to confirm. It was out of excitement for this new chapter in our lives.
We didn't get to see each other over that summer, but our similar interests made for some incredibly easy date nights playing games together and video chatting as well. It was always hard having to log off though, and about halfway through summer I realized that there was some amalgamation of jealousy and fear anytime I would mention my female friends back home and us hanging out. I tried reassuring her that I only had eyes for her. She voiced her appreciation for that but also told me I didn't have to worry about her and that I didn't have to give up my friends just because they're girls.
I could go on, but will suffice to say that we were a happy couple, albeit longing to see each other in person again.
When the start of the 2020 school year finally came to, it was like we were more interested in just spending time with each other than actually getting ready for the school year. I don't think I even bothered on packing a single thing until 2 days after getting back into her arms.
As time went on, I still saw that tinge of fear or jealousy whenever I would mention doing something with another girl. She even got us both promise rings. I took pride in never taking mine off, and I did like the humor in the engraving saying "property of Heather."
And as time went on, my own concern about our education grew as the pandemic threatened our ability to continue the school year. Evidently, Heather's biggest concern was our relationship. It got so bad that by the end of the first semester, we already knew that we were going to be sent home indefinitely. Heather was inconsolable. This wasn't just me being 11 hours away. This was us being an easy 20-hour drive from each other. Anything but flying would be unrealistic, and even that was going to become unrealistic with this damn pandemic.
I tried explaining that this changes nothing. I tried explaining that we will always be together. Even with everything going on pause and us having to both go back home where we would be days apart, that I would always be here for her. Once we were in person again, we could even move in together.
That seemed to help a little. It stopped the sobbing even if the tears continued. Eventually, Heather asked if she could give us both a present before the end of the semester. I agreed and she blocked off two weekends from then for our present.
Two weeks later and as she's revealing the surprise, Heather seemed to have an underlying nervous tone to her demeanor and voice. She had rented an Airbnb by the lake for the weekend. Our surprise was wanting us to experience a glimpse of what our life was supposed to be like together. What it would be together once we could come back.
The weekend started off normally and Heather even lightened up, tackling me a few times among other things. One particular time though, she fell on top of me in quite the suggested position, her legs on either side of mine pinning me down by my hips. As with all the other opportunities, she took that one to kiss me but then she asked if we could try something in bed.
My heart fluttered as I was still a virgin and we had not discussed sex yet. I kept asking her if she was sure she wanted to do this, making sure she didn't feel pressured. She assured me yes, and I became putty in her hands.
She led me to the bedroom and asked if she could try something a little kinky. She asked if she could tie me to the bed with some scarves she had brought. I just nodded yes. Between her love and the hypnotic trance I found myself in, she could have asked me to curl up on the flames of the crackling fire and I probably would have said yes too.
At this point she started to disrobe and I mirrored her actions. This was actually the first time I had ever seen her fully naked. It was the first time she ever saw me this way too. Like I said earlier, I knew she was beautiful but I didn't know just how beautiful until this moment, watching her hair flow over her breasts as she shifted her weight to one side with her hourglass hips slanted.
Without a single word exchanged, she gently led me over to the bed and I climbed up, still entranced at her beauty and her love.
As she was fastening my limbs to the corners of the bed, I remarked on how tight that was and how glad I was that she was using scarves and not rope. She just smiled and kept working., her sex brushing against my chest with each shift in focus to another limb.
Once she was done she took on her playful demeanor again, tickling me for what seems like ages but in reality was probably all of 30 seconds. At one point I pulled so hard but I yelled ow. At that point she stopped, kissed the rest that I had yanked at, and got up.
She told me not to go anywhere and walked out of the room. I called after her but she did not reply. I could tell she was still in the house. Every minute or two I could hear something being rustled. She simply would not acknowledge me though.
At this point I began to snap out of my trance of sorts. I was still overflowing with love and adoration in the world for heather, but I was left to my own thoughts. I began to wonder what was going on. If I made a mistake letting myself be tied up.
I started to realize that all the fears she had this past year seemed to have melted away, replaced by an eerie calmness compared to my incredibly nervous and sprawled out state. I may have been a v-Card trembling on the bed and yet here she was... As calm as could be, and for the first time in my memory, not even responding to me?
When she returned, I almost tried to jump at what I saw. She was wearing an ornate necklace and watch, a black leather corset, and black leather boots. In her left hand was a flogger, too. Nothing she had looked cheap, and if she was a ten before, she just just jumped off the scale in her current attire.
She still had that loving look in her eye, but she also had a certain confidence that I had not seen for quite some time, and with an intensity I'm not sure I've ever seen.
I asked her what was going on. She asked if I had ever heard of bondage and domination. If I had ever heard of Femdom. I turned bright red and nodded. She explained that she thinks it could be a solution to our problem.
I didn't understand what she meant, and where I wanted to form words I'm sure the puzzled look on my face was good enough, because she continued to explain her plan.
She explained that my safe word was my penis. That all I had to do was tell her whether I liked what she was doing or not. She explained that if I didn't like what she was doing, all I had to do was go soft and she would stop doing it.
I gave a slight nod, but I will admit that the more I thought about this the more fear crept into my mind. She slowly walked over to the bed and kneeled up onto it, swinging herself over on top of me quite similar to how she had bear tackled me all of an hour ago.
At this point, her sex was all of 2 inches from mine. I strained upward but she just smiled with an unbreaking gaze at me. She asked if I was sure I was ready and admonished that there's no going back once we do this.
I struggled, vigorously shaking my head yes as the one between my legs nodded and throbbed as well.
She bent down and kissed me, flattening my sex between our two pelvises and scratching me with her nails on the way back up.
She then proceeded to pull out a small tube of what looked like ointment and a condom from the top of her corset. As I tried to make out what that small tube was, she explained that it was orajel. A numbing agent to make me last a little longer. She didn't use a lot of it but she did place a dab inside the condom at the tip before placing it over my now leaking cock.
She continued scratching me kissing me for a few minutes while it sat. I begged her to let me inside of her and every time I did she would just softly shhh me.
After what felt like an eternity but again could have only been a few minutes, she slowly slid me into her. The look of ecstasy and confidence in her eyes as she told me I was hers now was as exhilarating and wonderful as it was terrifying.
As she started to push my member in and out of her, she told me that she wanted to make sure that I would never be with any other woman. She asked me if I knew what chastity belts were and if I would like to wear one for her.
I argued against it but the more she talked about it the harder I got. She told me that I clearly wanted it. All I had to do was go soft to tell her no. Her words in that moment just made me even harder as my body betrayed me.
Eventually she managed to orgasm, and as her walls clenched tightly onto me, she sent me over the edge too.
In an exceptionally cruel twist of fate that I did not even know was possible, she told me that this was my last chance to back out and that if I didn't want her to do it to stay hard so that she couldn't put me away..... Then she continued riding me with what I can only describe as what was agonizing post-orgasm torture. I finally fell out of her as I begged and screamed for her to stop in between the gutteral sounds my throat was making as I convulsed.
Eventually she did and just as she had planned, I was now soft.
She lifted up the condom and tied it off before walking out of the room with it. She had to have been gone for at least 10 minutes at that point, and despite continuing to try and struggle at my bonds, it was very clear that my fate was sealed.
When she came back, she was holding a very heavy looking chastity cage. It looked like it was all metal, with what I only could assume was an anodized aluminum black coating over one part at the top and bottom.
It had what looked like a short catheter for my urethra but it was far too short to be useful. I asked her what that was for. That is when I learned what a tetherspout was.
I was a bit horrified to learn that, as she put it, it the spout did not ever have to be removed and that we could continue to enjoy sex with it installed in me.
It took her a few minutes but she figured out the correct ring size and seemed to quite enjoy herself pulling on my torturously sensitized head with its new internal leash. It was as helpful as it was horrifying to hear her talk about how she never had to worry about me straying or falling for another female and her visions of what our future together and our family would be like.
As she uncoupled the pieces of the cage, I realized that parts that I thought were powder coated black metal might actually be some sort of plastic.
As she placed the ring around my sack and slid the cage over my penis, she coily thanked me for agreeing to let her claim me.
At this point, she told me the cage had some features that I needed to know about. While holding the tube and ring together, she pressed her thumb against the black plastic on top. I could hear something click, and I could feel a click on the metal end of the tetherspout.
She explained that the spout locked into the cage with a retainer clip within the tube so that I would not be able to pull myself out. Unlocking the cage would retrsct the clip. She also explained that the tube and ring had contact points on them that could be used to stimulate me, and that a buzzer sound would go off if the contacts to skin were broken and that it would "behave like a faster low battery mode" whatever that meant.
She explained that she has never loved someone as intensely as she loves me and that she saved up most of the money from her internship to have this cage made.
Warming back into the loving Heather that she has always been, she told me she hopes I like it and ask if I was ready to be released. I nodded yes and she crawled on top of me once more. Despite the tube providing and ironic shelter from the overstimulation, I couldn't help myself from getting hard again and being frustrated as her sex slip against the tube, inches away from mine but impossible to reach.
After she freed my legs and arms, she crawled off of me and I hugged her, pulling her in for a passionate cuddle. We fell asleep right there in each other's arms.
When I woke up, Heather had already slipped out of bed. It had to be Sunday morning, because sunlight was assaulting my eyes in addition to the smell of bacon happily assaulting my nose. It also seemed that I never fully lost my erection because my dick was mildly attempting to assault the cage too. The more I thought about it, the harder it pressed. I finally resorted to scrolling through my phone to take my mind off things.
Eventually I crawled out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. I didn't even think about the fact I was naked until I saw Heather, this time just wearing her underpants.
I came up to hug her from behind and could feel myself getting hard again. I tried to bury myself between her buttcheeks and even humped a little before she softly told me that it would only make it worse. I thanked and kissed her and helped finish making breakfast. Cleaned everything up too since I've always lived by the rule that whoever cooks doesn't have to clean.
As we sat at the table eating, I kept trying to adjust myself. She asked how it was and giggled cutting me off before correcting me that she was asking about the cage, not the food. I told her the cage was okay and that I'm sure I could handle it for the rest of the weekend. She just giggled again as we continued eating.
As the day went on, I asked when she was thinking of letting me out. After enough times pestering her, she finally said never. Once I realized she wasn't joking, I became afraid and a little angry. That's when her dominant side returned.
She explained that I could be released whenever I want to for sex but that it was a privilege which she could take away for bad behavior. In her words, I needed to learn that unless I was restrained, the belt would not be coming off.
I felt dizzy and sat back down as she explained in no uncertain terms that my sex was now her property and that this was a lifetime commitment for which there was no backing out of.
I frowned and told her that I could just cut it off. She laughed and pressed something on her watch which sent a searing pain through my shaft and balls. I curled up like a pill bug and if I had been running for my life I would have still curled up involuntarily from the searing pain I just experienced.
She asked if I needed another reminder that the belt has certain features. I squeaked out a no as I writhed around on the floor with my nails bent back trying to claw at the cage.
It was then she explained that besides providing punishment, it can provide pleasure including a forced orgasm.
As she continued explaining, I learned it was custom made and she did the electronics herself. She said it was running on a small Arduino and that the shocks I just felt were from a shock collar that was originally designed for large dogs. Still, she upgraded the transformer for to a higher power one. Apparently, even if I managed to get the plastic housing off, the batteries and shock modules themselves are underneath the metal, and the pain I just experienced was only at 20% thanks to the upgraded transformer.
Evidently, the lithium batteries have a thicker than usual mylar sheath too, which she took advantage of to effectively curve them and line the inside of the tube with them.
Opening up the plastic housings would apparently expose a sensor, I'm assuming a light sensing diode but she wouldn't say for sure... Anyway, it would expose a sensor that would hit me with 100% power until the batteries wore out. She also explained that with the incredibly generous size of battery all things considered, that it could last well over a week. She also explained that due to this generous capacity it would begin shocking me if the battery hit 50% and go to a continuous shock reaching 100% power if it dropped to 30%. By her calculations, that leaves more than enough power to burn the sensory nerves off from my genitals and it leaves more than enough power to start a lithium fire if I were to attempt cutting through the cage. Apparently there's also a sense wire in the ring that interface is to the cage where any similar attempt would result in the same thing.
She even mentioned that as a backup, she had an a couple ampoules made. They are glass vials which contain a chemical and you break them to open them. Pretty common in laboratory settings and it's the basic principle for glow sticks and those little "break to open" ammonia sniffers to wake people up.
Well, she had some made that contain sulfuric acid. She assured me that it would be impossible for the movement of my penis or a jolt of the cage hitting something to set them off, but if she explained it, they work similarly to those anti theft ink vials that destroy clothing if you try to remove them. Trying to cut the cage off would likely break one of them. Apparently one of them is also tensioned by the base ring in a way that cutting the ring would make the tensioner crush the ampoule. And trust me, you don't want to look up sulfuric acid burns on a penis. I have. It's horrifying.
"And jf you EVER fucking try to leave me, that condom is on ice. I have what amounts to a frozen sperm sample. It will be given to one of my friends. If you EVER, EVER try to get away, Ill have you hunted down for rape and you can spend time behind the governments prison bars instead of mine. Got it?!"
As reality hit me, I was shaking at the monstrosity that I realized would be on me for as long as she wished. Now I know why it took her so long to come back and why she's so carefully took that used condom with her. Cowering, I shook my head yes.
As she continued, apparently my cage also has a cellular connection. She can activate it remotely. She won't tell me what network it's on either. And apparently as one last failsafe, the same behavior as low battery mode with a slow ramp up to electrocution will occur if I'm outside of a coverage area for more than 24 hours. She said she loves me though, so she programmed it to take "about another day" for the shocks to reach the point of cooking my sex. The 24 hiur countdown just continually resets as long as I'm in a coverage area.
Then she asked if I would like a demonstration of the positive stimulation that can provide. I nodded yes, probably with the expression of a deer in the headlights, to which she gave me that loving smile and did something else with her wrist. All of a sudden I felt a pulsating sensation that was quite pleasant. I took a few minutes but before I knew it I was bucking my hips. I was right there on the edge when she stopped.
I cried out why and she said that was enough of an example. I told her that I wanted to have sex right now. She told me that my earlier behavior, the flippant remarks about cutting off the belt, earned me a week of a celibacy. She explained again under no uncertain terms that last night was the last orgasm I would have for at least a week.
As the weekend (and the semester) came to a close, we began to pack up and go back to our homes. With the insurmountable distance between hers and mine, I realized the other horror that we would be gone from here in a week. I asked her about this and she just giggled and said that's my problem.
I was still madly in love with her and clearly anyone devoted enough to go through all this trouble... Well, I'm at least willing to call it love.
The drive home was irritating to say the least. Every bump felt like a tease as my cock slid against its newfound prison. When I finally got home, I played it cool but after unloading the essentials for my car, I rushed into the bathroom to get a closer look at what Heather had done to me. "Property of Heather" was engraved quite noticeably at the top. I looked over it I promise ring and laughed.
The more I examined it, the more blown away I was by the craftsmanship. The more I realized that there was no evidence that anything she was mentioning about it was an embellishment. I still tried to pull at it almost out of instinct on occasion and to this day I still find myself doing it once in a blue moon. I can't say that's ever done anything other than remind me who I belong to now though.
A couple nights later we were playing our favorite MMO. As usual, I was doing better in the PVP arena than her. I nearly threw my controller across the room when a couple seconds later I felt my cage come to life. An incredibly intense surge of the pleasant vibrations flowed over my sex.
She asked if something got my attention while holding back laughter. Then it stopped, as did my winning streak. I begged her to continue but she told me I still had a week to go. I told her that I should only have 4 days lefth. She corrected me saying that I had seven. Admittedly, I got mad. She shocked the shit out of me again and apologized for telling me it was seven when she really meant 8 days. If it wasn't apparent from the beginning of the story, we're both pretty quick learners, so I quickly apologized. I asked if there was anything I could do to redeem myself. I could hear the satisfaction in her voice and she said that's better and told me to ask in a week
We finished up our game and fell asleep with our laptops next to each other on a Google meet. Right as I started to fall asleep, I felt the slightest of shocks in my cage. I looked over at her. She had that loving look her eyes with just a hint of playful mischievousness. The fear that I had seen so many times before appeared to be completely gone now. And for that I was truly happy. Still gazing at me, she blew me a kiss and said "good night my forever and for always" as we drifted off to sleep together.
