So yes, I am saying I want to test you.So yes, I am saying I want to test you." "Uh, yeah, I see your point. But a whole year? I mean, admittedly the idea has intense fantasy potential, but ..." "Dear, it would also please me and excite me to know that I had you locked up." She gave me that sly smile that always sets butterflies swarming in my stomach. I think she knows it has that effect on me. "I'd enjoy," she drew out the word 'enjoy' deliciously, "I'd enjoy knowing just how frustrated you were getting. I'd love knowing all the time, even when we're apart, that you're my slave and that you're suffering for me." She was getting turned on talking about it, and, well, seeing her get turned on does things to me. "What if I can't take it?" I asked nervously. "And does the chastity belt really work like they say? I mean, is it really practical for wearing such a long time?" "I'll have the key, honey. If we absolutely have to take it off, we can. But I really want you to wear it the whole year." We talked like that off and on for a couple weeks. I reread all my old wanking material that mentioned male chastity devices. She made sure I knew how much the idea excited her. Eventually, trembling, I agreed. That night she locked the thing on me. It was a week after her birthday. It was deliciously exciting to have her lock me up, knowing that I couldn't free myself and knowing that the plan was for me to wear the harness and be deprived of my manhood for twelve long months. Fear mingled with excitement, my fantasies and my nervousness played tag, and with my heart all aflutter I stood there and let her tuck me into the device and lock it on my body. That night she played with me, and the frustration was spice added to our lovemaking. She was very gentle, stroking me here and there, and I made tender love to her with my hands and my tongue. It was frustrating not to be touched on my penis, not even to be able to get hard, but it was the kind of frustration that can be fun in bondage. "This isn't so bad," I thought, "This is kind of fun. A year is a long time, but at least I know the end date. |