Sheila Set My Cock Trap!

Adult Chastity Story

You need to see precisely how these chastity devices you buy can be abused in the hands of the wrong lady. How they can indeed be utilized to obliterate a man’s life. The particular case that destroyed my life is fundamentally designed after The Cock Trap. You have probably heard about The Cock Trap from another person already, though if you haven’t it is made of solid titanium. Lightweight, yet completely difficult to cut the material.

Let me introduce you to Sheila

Sheila is the sort of lady who ought to never have gotten her hands on that damn thing. I met her at work. We both had jobs at the same office complex and we both had gotten to know one another over the past six months or thereabouts. She was truly appealing and appeared to be pulled in to me, so I had regularly asked her out on a couple of dates. We had a great time, and inevitably wound up in the sack together a few times. However, after for a little while it was evident to me there was no potential for it to be over the long haul. She simply wasn’t exactly my sort – she was either on the verge of or excessively requesting and inclined to touchiness, if you catch my drift. I didn’t formally cancel it or anything, however I simply let things take their course and in the end quit calling her. Meanwhile, I had met a truly perfect chick named Martha who I was getting to be extremely inspired by.

FemDom Sheila
Hot Mistress Sheila

Yet Sheila wouldn’t release it. She would call me and attempt to rev things up once more. She would stop me in the lobby at work and rub up against me, attempting to entice me to return. Her hand constantly discovered my groin in those experiences, and I would need to physically separate myself from her. What was more terrible, she began sending “presents” to me at home. They generally had some sexual implication, dependably toward the unusual side. Like a paddle, a couple of cuffs, or a butt plug, without any end in sight. There was always a note about how she needed to get together with me to play with these toys. I was nauseated that she wouldn’t stop. Instead of discarding the crap, I generally took care of her gifts and sent them back to her, trusting that would send her a message.

Then she sent me the The Cock Trap

Then she sent one more present. It was the The Cock Trap. I didn’t realize what the hellfire it was when I initially opened it. After I read the guidelines and made sense of what it was, I was more disturbed than any time in recent memory. I couldn’t accept the fact that any gentleman would really wear such a thing willfully. At this point I saw the note from her. I don’t recollect the careful words she choose, yet this one was diverse in tone. Rather than her normal culpable welcome to come play with her and her toys, she appeared to at last recognize that things were over for us, and that this was her goodbye blessing. She was sending it to me in light of the fact that she thought each man ought to have one. “Don’t send it back” she said. On the off chance that I didn’t need it, I should discard it, however at any rate attempt to use it at least once just for the experience. I pushed it away and got prepared to go out with a few companions. It was Friday night.

So… I tried it on

I was all around inebriated when I returned home, and saw her little gift sitting on the table where I had abandoned it. I lifted it up, aiming to throw it. What got into me next I don’t know, yet it was the greatest oversight of my life. For some insane reason, I choose to place it on. It was probably because of the liquor, I figure, making me sufficiently inquisitive to perceive how it felt. Also, to check whether it truly worked the way it should. So I really put the damn thing on. I fitted the pieces together, placed my cock inside the bended tube and it brought me some completely unforeseen energy. At that point I thought “What the hell! I should get the full experience!” and without further thought got the little metal latch and bolted it on.

I wore it around the house for a little time, just to see how it felt on. No major ordeal, truly. It was well made and agreeable to wear. Also, it obviously performed its expected capacity. Whatever starting energy I had begun to die down. After around a half hour I wanted to place Sheila’s goodbye gift on top of a junk pile, and go to bed. I dumped the three lock keys out of the container and got one to open it.

The key didn’t work. It wouldn’t even go in the keyhole. I didn’t crack at first on the grounds that I figured it simply wasn’t manufactured properly, and I thought that one of the alternate keys would pop the lock open. Anyway, they didn’t work either. None of them would even go in.

I didn’t crack. I was certain I could get the thing off some other way. Yet to make a long story short, after an hour of taking a stab at all that I could consider, including pulling, extending, soaping, lubing and more. I acknowledged there was no chance in hell that this thing would come off of my cock, without getting the key to the lock. I began thinking about whether I would need to call the manufacturer, to get them to send me the right key.

I attempted all the keys once more. It was awful. At this point I took a look at them closely. They were indistinguishable to one another, yet they weren’t even the same brand as the lock. I could see how the wrong arrangement of keys may wind up with the wrong bolt at the lock manufacturing plant. Yet how the hell could keys from alternate manufacturers arrive in the one package. Unless somebody deliberately set me up.

Sheila set me up

In one of those stunning breakthrough moments, I abruptly knew precisely what had happened. Sheila had deliberately exchanged the keys, on the off chance that I would attempt to wear the chastity device and lock it. I was in disbelief. Sheila had the keys to the chastity device that now detained my penis. I didn’t realise in this moment she is my chastity keyholder.

This was a monstrosity. I spent one more hour wildly attempting to get the thing off, without success. At last, depleted, I went to bed. When I woke in the morning, it was like in penis jail where I couldn’t get an erection. I spent the entire day attempting to consider approaches to get it off. By late evening, I acknowledged I was going to need to do what I ridiculously loathed doing. Go request that Sheila let me out.

I went to Sheila’s house

She opened her doorway, radiating in happiness. I’m certain she had spotted me through her peephole. With fake blamelessness she asked, “Whatever brings you over, dear? Did you come to play with me?” I pushed pass her into her loft. “You know damn well why I’m here,” I said. As I passed by, her hand went to my groin and measured it. She quickly could tell what I wore under my jeans and she chuckled generously so everyone could hear. “At long last you choose to use one of my presents?” she asked and snickered. “I’m touched, dear, I truly am.”

“Hold on!” I snapped. “Give me the keys so I can escape from here.”

Sheila said “Well, that is barely the tone to use with somebody who holds the way to your future, if you catch my drift. Also, I guarantee you sweetheart, if that little lock ever does get opened, it will be by me and not by you.”

I frowned at her. “See, Sheila, you know it’s over between us. This was a clever little joke, and yes I succumbed to it, yet now it’s over. You’ve had your chuckle. Simply issue me the keys if you don’t mind?”

Sheila retorted “It’s no joke, and this is not over. This whole situation is on you, and I’m one who can take it off. Also, you should quiet down, in light of the fact that the keys aren’t even here. In case you’re a decent boy, I may go get them for you. Anyway we have a couple of things to do first. For one thing, I simply need to see how it looks on you. Take off your garments.”

I glared. What the fuck did she need? She was more troublesome than I anticipated. Be that as it may I understood that for the time being at any rate, she was on the high ground. I stripped and exposed myself before her. Anyhow it was totally mortifying to give her a chance to see me with that contraption on. She looked at me up and down. She grinned the whole time. At that point she stopped to analyse my cock. She fingered all the fittings, pulled it and pulled on my balls until she knew that it was on for good.

“I have a couple of errands,” she said. “Maybe I’ll have some room in my schedule to recover the keys, but maybe not. Meanwhile, I’ve got a couple of errands I need you to do while I’m out.” She took me to the kitchen. The sink was loaded with grimy dishes. “Apologies, the dishwasher’s broken. You’ll need to do it the way our forefathers would have done it. When you’re done, dust and vacuum the foyer and storeroom. I’ll require the washroom cleaned. The supplies are under the sink. That ought to be sufficient to keep you occupied until I get back.”

I tried to talk, she raised her hand to cut me off. “This is the only chance you have to get it off, sweetheart. I won’t consider letting you out if your jobs are not done when I get back.” Then she got together my garments, placed them in a little travel bag, and was out the entryway before I could do or say anything. She wanted me to do all the jobs naked. I was insulted at the way she was exploiting my situation, however there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. My brain simply kind of went on auto-pilot and I became acquainted with it. I had to submit to her domination.

I was completing my job in the washroom when I heard her arrival. I stayed where and continued to work. I wasn’t ready to see her. I could hear her moving around in the flat, most likely examining my work. She put her head in the washroom entryway. “Looks radiant, dear. When you’re set in here, return to my room.”

When I strolled through her room’s entryway, I discovered her nestled on the bed, grinning bashfully at me. “What the hell!” I thought. It’s accurate to say that she was going to need a goodbye fuck after she takes this thing off me? By then I was willing to do about anything to get this scene over with. Furthermore, I need to concede, she truly was dazzling and unbelievably attractive. I felt my cock attempting to become erect in the chastity device. “Alright Sheila, I’ve played your games to your amusement. Your loft’s cleaner than my home ever was. Where’s the keys?”

Sheila said “The keys? Gracious, I totally overlooked them. I’ll get them later.” As she was talking, she inclined back against the cushions heaped up against her headboard and spread her legs out wide. She pointed towards her pussy and said, “Do one more thing for me, sweetheart. After, we can discuss letting you out.”

We had intercourse multiple times, yet this was one little thing I had never performed on her. Damn it, she’s going to drain this for everything it is worth. I slithered up between her legs and went to take a shot at her. In spite of myself, I got turned on sexually by the entire scene, which made my cock strain relentlessly against the chastity device. It took a considerable measure of diligent work and quite a while to make her orgasm. Be that as it may I at last got her off.

She laid back with her eyes shut, murmuring cheerily. I began to lift my head up however her hands discovered the highest point of my head and pushed my face over into her pussy, making me flounder in her pussy. At that point she began stroking and tapping my head like I was her little pet. “Such a decent boy” she mumbled.

Finally, she swung her legs over my head and got up. She hurled my garments on the bed. “You can get dressed now, dear, and hurry along home. I have a few companions impending over for supper. I considered having you stay to cook for us, however I’ve chosen to spare that task for next time. Much obliged for the cleaning, however.”

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I asked “Yet shouldn’t something be said about …?” She quickly responded “It’s not going to happen. Not today. You have to get used to wearing it. Be that as it may dear, if your execution today is any sign, you’re well on your approach to gaining a couple of minutes out of it at some point.”

Sheila wouldn’t give me the key to the chastity device!

What really mattered was that she declined to deliver the key, and there was nothing I could do about it. The following week I was damned. I needed to figure out how to live with a cock in chastity twenty-four hours a day. My morning wood, or what ought to have been erections, were fiercely painful. At work she would stop by my office, teasing me and asking me how her little detainee was doing. On Friday, she instructed me to come over on Saturday. It was the ideal time to perform some tasks once more. I went. She let me get dressed before her companions came over, however I needed to tend to them in every way under the sun through supper and drinks. I had to clean up afterwards in the kitchen.

It has been three months now, she still won’t let my penis out of the chastity device. Not even once. For three months, I’ve had no erections or climaxes. Not that my cock doesn’t strain and attempt to. I’ve never seen the key which could discharge me from my torment, and she has guaranteed me that I will never, ever, discover it. I’ve implored her to take that horrendous thing off of me. I’ve argued. I’ve attempted to dissuade her, to arrange it with her. I’ve offered to issue her anything she needs, to pay her any total of cash. I’ve asked her what issues she had with me, given her the privilege to answer them discretionarily and she continues to deny me of my masculinity. Nothing gets me anywhere. She is the most unflinching lady I have ever met once she makes the decision to something. She undauntedly declines to discharge me. She is totally inflexible in her will. “I adore seeing you like this, sweetheart. It’s a good time for me.” That’s all the clarification she will issue me.

For the time being, I have no decisions in the matter, and I realize that my desire to be discharged from this life of chastity lies in keeping her satisfied so I have learned how to be the perfect submissive in chastity. She’s made that unmistakable to me. She helps me to remember it regularly. So I serve her. I’ve kept on performing my obligations week by week at her home, both work tasks and sexual tasks. She cherishes to straddle me and ride my face to her climax, her fingers profoundly intertwined in my hair. She’s told her companions about me. Sometimes if I am lucky she changes me into a surgical stainless steel chastity device.

Last week, she shut down her condo and moved into my home with me. So now my subjugation is performed in my own home, where she has assumed responsibility of all family choices. She has ordered that we live as sweethearts, with the exception of the detained status of my masculinity. What’s more, I found out that she kept all the sex toys I had sent back to her. As a rule she spares those for weekend play sessions, however I know I may feel the sting of the paddle whenever my execution level tumbles off.

Every night I lick her out. We lay together and we caress and stroke one another as though we were genuine sweethearts. She likes to pet my balls as she nods off, and again when she wakes in the morning.

We’re getting hitched in two months. I don’t love her, however I need to concede I’ve built up an abnormal desiring for her being around and an odd overwhelming need to satisfy her. It’s strange on the grounds that I can remember when I had none of those affections for her. However at times the silliness and boldness of what she is doing to me just overpowers me inwardly. I’ve come to levels of disappointment so extreme that I’ve really cried.

In the event that I keep on being a decent kid, she’s guaranteed to consider letting me out incidentally on our wedding night.

“I’ll be secured” she says.

So that my little penis jail can go right back in later. Also, she isn’t promising a climax. It may just be a chance for my pee-pee to be out in the open for a long teasing session. She alludes to my penis as my “pee-pee” and demands that I do too. In light of the fact that, peeing is all that it does now.

I think about it here and there. The future alarms me. I sincerely don’t know to what extent I can persevere through the life that Sheila has picked for me. Yet, I must choose between limited options, other than to persevere. I take each day by itself thus far I have figured out how to survive. I serve her obediently and I appeal to God for any benevolence she wants to demonstrate to me. I can hardly wait for our wedding night. I’m trained to be her cuckold for life.

A Male Chastity Story

Keyholder Games

A True Males Chastity Story:-

In part I was asked to write this as an assignment for my wife that I love dearly– as she had wanted to know the story of my chastity. In part, I’ve written this with the idea of sharing it to others who may undertake the same journey that I have taken in order to make sure that the journey is a little easier. Chastity is not something that’s spoken about a lot in person, the majority of my knowledge that I started out with was through online sources. I guess, in hindsight that the reason that not a lot of people talk about it in person is the idea that you’re caging up your dick. In a sense, you’re taking away what makes you a man. That’s how some people look at it, but it’s not how I looked at it.

Today, I am in the wonderful position of having a beautiful wife who loves me in chastity, and who enthusiastically and joyfully holds the key to my chastity cage. She has the control to unlock me whenever she chooses, and she relishes the idea of not only keeping me on edge, but she enjoys the changes that have occurred in my behavior and in our relationship. It wasn’t always like this though, when I first started considering the idea of chastity, I didn’t quite know how to bring it up with my wife, and so I hid it. In hindsight, this probably wasn’t the best of moves but in my defense I wasn’t certain that it was going to be something that I enjoyed and I wanted to try it out by myself first so that I could then confidently bring it up.

Saying to your wife,

‘Hey This Is Something I Like Do You Mind If We Give It A Go’

Is A Very Different Thing To Saying

‘Hey, I Was Thinking About Trying This I Don’t Know If I’d Like It Or Not’.

 

It may not sound like much of a difference, but the difference to me was about confidence, and I always assumed that I was a confident person in life. I was unsure of sharing a fetish that I may or may not be into; what if we tried it and I didn’t like it and she started thinking about all the other weird things in the world that I may or may not like. It’s a whole different kettle of fish.

 

 

It began one night when my wife was asleep and I was surfing the internet for porn. I was re-watching some of my favorite porn where there was a mistress and a male slave, and as I would usually get really turned on by this idea. Watching the guys squirm under their ‘wives’ was something that was completely different to anything else that I’d watched. After going through a few videos and I must admit to lubing up and masturbating myself, I stumbled upon one where he was locked in a chastity cage. I was a little confused by this one and I momentarily lost my mojo, but I was hooked on watching it.

It was a strange fascination. She told him that he might be released if he pleased her, and there this guy was, his dick locked away in a cage, as he pleasured his mistress. Confusion turned to arousal and before long I was immensely turned on. Unlike other videos it was all centered on her, on her pleasure, and this I found to be fascinating, and alluring and all things hot. Before I knew it I was stroking to this video watching this woman orgasm again and again as a result of her man. After a few times, she appeared satisfied and I was eager to see him unleashed and to start having sex. But, she walked away and the video ended.

I completely lost it. I was so turned on by this. After that I started looking up chastity cages, why people did it, what their enjoyment was, and what kinds there were. I went through forums, and websites and guides and all sorts of things. The more I searched, the more I thought that this could be something that I was into.

It took a few weeks of research, remembering that I was hiding it from my wife and there were only certain times that I could be sure that I was surfing the internet in privacy. When I first started trying things with chastity cages,I was all alone. I eventually ordered a very simple steel cage from this site, and eagerly waited for it to arrive.

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Cock Cage

 

I must admit that it was confusing when I first started out though. Not only was I trying to do it without anyone noticing, but there simply were a huge mix of ring size, lengths, and so on and so forth to look over and it was simply difficult and confusing – but I persevered. The first couple of rings I got were far too generous and way too big. I didn’t know that I could measure myself up and I did it primarily by sight. Big mistake. I didn’t know at the time! I had it delivered to work so that my wife didn’t find out.

Thankfully, I worked in a small office, so I knew that my parcel would be safe. When my first one arrived I was so excited. I went to the bathroom at work and tried to put it on. I couldn’t even wait until I got home! Unfortunately though, id stuffed up and ordered the wrong ring size. I was so disappointed. In hindsight, because I’d used cock rings before id ordered a similar ring size, but what I didn’t take into account was the my cock rings were made of a stretchy material, and this being steel didn’t stretch and thus was a little too small.

Annoyed at myself because I knew I couldn’t return it I immediately went online and tried to buy another one. I was embarrassed that i’d stuffed up and so I ordered from another website. This one told me that I need to measure up, and I chastised myself for letting something so simple escape my attention. Once the new device had arrived (this one turned out to be a lot better), the time had come to truly attempt to see what chastity and not being able to masturbate was about!

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Man in Cock Cage

 

When I initially began trying to wear a chastity cage, I was all alone. I found a lot of enjoyment through the act of being bolted up in my chastity device, and to be honest, I also found that there was an immense amount of erotic pleasure in hiding that from my wife. I found it difficult at times, trying to maintain that balance as to when, where and how I could wear it, because at this stage I didn’t want to get caught out. I’d start by wearing it when she wasn’t around for small periods of time at home, and then taking it off before she got back. I found this incredibly helpful in building up my confidence and mastering my self-control, instead of eagerly jerking off while she was out, I’d be stuck in my cock cage until she came back.

The rush of trying to get it off before she came in the door was always exhilarating, and interestingly I found a renewed sense of passion in the sense that I would usually attack her the minute that she walked into the door. It wasn’t always fun and games though, and while I was building up my confidence and getting more emboldened there was more that I was missing out on. It was difficult, very difficult, because I always knew which spot the keys where and it was only a simple matter of getting them and letting myself out at whatever point I felt like it. However, that defeated the purpose of it and every time I did, I’d feel guilty and shit. I’d really trained myself well on this I think.

Over the first few weeks I was always experimenting and over time I gradually became more accustomed to the feeling of the chastity cage. I’d started off with perhaps a few hours at home, so that I could get a feel of it. I’d read in some of the forums that you should gradually work your way into it, just to ensure that it was a comfortable fit and that there wasn’t any dramas in the feeling. I began wearing it out of the house for little bits at once until I felt safe – it’s quite erotic to think about the fact that no-one else knows that you’re wearing something underneath! It’s also quite scary. When I first started venturing out of the house with my device, I’d be thinking that everyone would discover my secret.

It took some logistics and cleverness to rearrange my pants, or satisfy an itch in public when wearing a chastity device. That was the key in venturing outside, it was an active effort in building up my confidence, I had to change my mentality and learn to realize that no-one was staring at me because I was wearing a chastity cage, nor could they magically see it. The frown on their face wasn’t them judging me at all, maybe they were simply having a bad day, or were deep in concentration. It’s amazing the things you notice on people’s faces when you think that the whole world is against you. It really was all in my head. The idea was confusing because I found it both arousing and scary to have my limits and boundaries stretched. But again, that nagging feeling came back in the sense that I was missing out on something. That I could take this a step further. The safety of always knowing where the key was, was comforting. But as I grew more confident, knowing where the key was became a hindrance.

So, I took it further in the only way that I knew how. With my new found confidence I began keeping myself in chastity for longer periods of time, in part to test my limits, and in part to continue pushing my levels of comfort, to continually seek that buzz. I wasn’t all that confident at first, I’d always keep a spare key in my sock in the unlikely event of an emergency. Knowing that I could feel it under my foot was both a blessing and a curse, and I alternated between keeping it in my pocket and my shoe.

In my shoe, I could feel it there and since I could feel it, I knew that I had the power to undo it at any point in time throughout the day. You can’t feel the key in your pocket, and the first few times you go out because the key is so small you feel that you’ve lost it and you freak yourself out. Eventually I started getting enough courage to take it to work. Which at first was quite distracting, but over time I’d learnt to just ignore the fact that it was there. It was actually kind of thrilling to have something there that my co-workers knew nothing about – which was strangely erotic.

My whole attitude was beginning to change. Even my wife had noticed that I was happier and more content, and we were making love like never before. Over time, with more courage and comfort I began to leave the keys at home. It began at first just for some small trips to the store, getting the groceries, at work and eventually for out of town trips – the first trip was a nightmare. But I managed it, survived and here I am! Eventually though – it became a little boring and I really wanted the sensation and feeling of not having any access to the keys at all!

Then one day, I slipped up. I had left the chastity device in my side table and she had gone through my drawer looking for a spare charger. She comes back out holding it in her hand, and she asks what it is. I’m not going to go into all the details, as there was some serious conversation, but in short I opened up. I told her that I had seen a video, that it looked like fun and that I was turned on by it. She seemed a bit shocked at first, but after telling her some of the benefits that I’d been having and the ways in which my attitude had changed, I think she calmed down.

She took it to heart in the beginning and she was a little confused and upset. She didn’t quite understand the idea of locking up someone in a cage and what this meant. I offered to talk things through with her but she gently refused, saying that she was a little upset and confused about why Ididn’t tell her before. In hindsight, I was freaking out about the idea that she didn’t like chastity and the discussion was centered on this. As such, I was missing her point where she felt upset because I didn’t tell her, and instead she had to find out herself.

She took a few days to calm down, I’d given her a few websites that she could look up and asked her to go an adult shop, which she did, and then one day she just came along and said

‘I’d Like You To Wear This Now’

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Chastity Couples

 

And I did. I don’t know where the keys are, I don’t think I ever will. But there is an enormous relief in her accepting this. We had some discussions about it, and the rules (she had really done her research), and I told her that I liked the idea of being dominated and from there it just, blossomed. She enjoyed it. I could tell that she was enjoying it. It was like, overnight, our relationship had changed, that we were closer and that we were more together. I think the hardest thing from this point that I had to deal with, and I’m not going to sugar coat it – but sleeping with chastity devices was both hard and painful and it took a long time for me to get used to them.

Most people have no idea just how often they get erections at night and there were numerous times when I just couldn’t take it anymore and I begged to be let out. But i wasn’t. I never was. She felt bad at first, i could tell that she did. But over time that response hardened, and grew and the guilt went away. This was the hardest part about wearing them, and getting used to this took the longest.

It’s now been several months since we started chastity together as a couple. As I’m writing this, it’s been twenty four days since my last sexual release, though my wife has enjoyed her orgasm on three separate occasions this week alone. I’m now wearing my chastity full time and I can tell that my wife is loving it, and honestly, I am too.