“Welcome baby to my dungeon. You are the first person to use this cell I hope you like it. Now you make yourself comfortable and I’ll go and fetch your dinner and a drink for you, don’t go away now,” she teased, He looked around and through the thick steel bars and knew he was going no where until she said so. This woman was a control freak he decided and at the moment she must have been in heaven for she had total control. He saw things scattered around the room that he recognised plus a few things he couldn’t imagine what they were for. The room he was in had been divided into two by the steel cage he as now standing in. The bars went right across the room, which gave him a fair amount of room to move about in. Three sides were solid concrete walls with no windows. The bars were at least an inch thick and the door he saw was locked using electric locks so no keys was needed. He couldn’t see the control panel so guessed it must be portable. He moved about the room and sat on the bed. It was not comfortable with a thin mattress and was bolted to the floor. At each corner he saw a steel shackle connected through a corner post of the frame and guessed how he would be spending the night. Anna returned with a tray full of food. “Now then baby, stay back where you are and I’ll slide this through the floor slot like this. Good boy, now you enjoy your food and I’ve put a straw in the cup so you can drink OK. I’ll be back later on and perhaps we will talk a little,” she said. “Please can you take off these handcuffs so I can eat? After all I am hardly going to cause you any problems locked in this cage am I?” he said with rather more sarcasm than he had wanted to show. “The cuffs can stay and no you don’t pose a threat and that is the way it will stay. For that rudeness you’ll be punished. You can eat on your knees using your mouth, it shouldn’t be too difficult,” she said and began to walk off. Paul made his way over to the food and dropped to his knees as she watched and began to lap it up as if he was an animal. “There I told you it was easy, you enjoy then take a rest and I’ll be back soon,” she said. The food tasted good and the drink was most welcome. Unable to clean all the food off his face he went over to the bed and lay down on his side. His arms ached a little as did his shoulders from the cuffs but he reminded himself that his first aim had to be to get the belt off and ease the frustration he was feeling. It was a long while before the door opened and Anna entered the dungeon. He was sitting on the toilet when she came in and could help but blush as she watched him sitting there. He saw her smile and knew she as enjoying every second of his humiliation. “You have no idea how much this turns me on, seeing you have to perform the most basic of human needs right in front of me. I love control but this is so much more. Do you realise just what your position is?” she said. “How do you mean?” he asked. “Let me ask you a question. Tell me are you scared?” she asked. “A little I suppose, more just uncomfortable and frustrated really,” he said. “Then I can only surmise that you have not given your present position as much thought as you should have done. You have toilet facilities, a wash basin, room to move about in, all you need to exist really. Do you realise that I really have no reason to ever open this door again, life would go on?” she asked looking far more serious than she had ever done before. A huge ball of pure fear formed in his stomach, fear of the like he had never felt before. She was right and what was worse no one even knew he was there. There was his computer than eventually someone may check and find some leads to her but that is all. He saw she was looking at him, no it was as if she was looking into him and seeing that fears he now felt and glowing at every tremble he made. “I could clear your house, well the computer or anything else that may lead to me and no one would know where you are. There would be no connection between us. No baby, you are in one serious load of trouble,” she said. Tears started to run down his cheeks, he dropped to his knees and started to babble pleas to be released. “Oh Anna you are so bad, making your new toy cry like a baby,” she chided herself. “However that is not my intention, well not this time anyway. You will be my guest for the weekend as agreed. On Monday morning providing you have behaved I will let you go back home,” she said smiling as she played a roller-coaster game with his emotions. “Please, please stop this, I can’t take all this. The chastity belt, these handcuffs or being locked in this cage, please let me go now I beg you,” he cried still on his knees. “I think you need something to take your mind of your present problem with the cuffs and cage. I know just how we will do that. I intend to make you more comfortable and providing you behave that will happen. You try anything and you’ll feel pain like you have never felt before,” she said. She had an orgasm there and then just watching his reaction to her little speech. This was going to be so much fun she though to herself. Her panties were soaking wet from her juices but before she was done tonight she was sure they would be ever wetter. “Come here I am going to lock your hood on you and you will follow my instructions,” she said. She locked the hood in place then had him step away from the bars and kneel down facing the far wall. She used the controller to open the door of the cell and walked inside. “Nose to the floor and bottom up as high as you can for me,” she demanded. He did that quickly; she used some lube to lubricate his anus and a large butt plug that she had in her hand. “I am going to fill your bottom with this plug, it is not the one that normally goes with the belt but I have a good reason for that. Now relax and it will be much easier on you,” she said. It hurt like hell, he thought he would split in two at one stage then when over the widest part of the plug the aching muscle were allowed to return to a more reasonable shape. Inside the hood sweat was running off his face, he felt exhausted by it all. “Good, now stand and I am going to help you lie on the bed. First I need to secure your ankles before I remove the cuffs. Now be a good boy and don’t even think of doing anything silly or you will get hurt,” she said. Paul thought about trying to attack her and get the keys off her but he realised this was not the right time, there would be better times to try something like that if she refused to remove the belt. Paul felt a steel collar going round his neck and heard the lock snap into place. Then he was led over to the bed on very shaky legs and found that sitting was not a good idea with the plug in place. Anna carefully positioned him as she wanted then locked a steel cuff round each ankle. The cuffs were about an inch wide but well padded and comfortable. Then at last the handcuffs were unlocked and he was able to bring his hand round to the front again. The ache in his shoulders eased but didn’t go away totally. “Now lay back baby and we’ll soon get you comfortable and ready for a nice sleep,” she said. Paul felt her take his right wrist and in seconds it was locked to the top corner secure in the cuff, seconds later his other wrist received the same treatment. “Good, well done baby. I am so glad you were a good boy I really didn’t want to use that shock collar you are wearing and I hope I never do,” she said. Paul had heard of them and knew that the pain they delivered was disabling and awful, he didn’t have any desire to feel it. The hood was removed leaving him to blink away the sweat in the bright light. Anna went to each corner adjust the length of chin to each limb, he had quite a bit of movement but not enough to get off the bed. “Right then baby, this is the plan for tonight, I am going to start a vibrator in your bottom before I leave and it will be running all night. It will be at just the right level, you won’t cum, but you will be thinking of little else long before I return in the morning. By then you will know what it means to feel horny and be unable to do anything about easing that pent up frustration. Now you have a good night, shout and scream all you want as no one can hear you, this place is totally sealed off and soundproofed. If I want a little entertainment I may tune in and have a listen or watch you on the monitor. Have a good night baby, enjoy,” she said Paul felt the vibrator burst into life, at first he thought there was enough to make him have that much needed orgasm, soon he was to discover that was not the case. It was going to be a long, long night. Just what had he got himself into here he wondered.
Paul squirmed, wriggled and struggled against the restraints and in desperation trying to have an orgasm or relief in any way at all but deep down he knew it was never going to happen. The restraints that held him firmly flat on the bed and the steel belt was inescapable without Anna’s help. The batteries in the toy she had locked in his anus were all but exhausted now; they had taken about five hours to wind down. Paul’s shoulders ached as did his arms and leg from being spread , it was all so unfair he thought to himself. His face was wet with tears, the frustration he felt was beyond description and he knew he would do anything when Anna finally set his arms and legs free to even have the chance of an orgasm. Sleep had just not happened that night, he had managed to doze a little once the device had died but lying in a pool of pre-cum was very uncomfortable. His penis and blue testicles ached, every slight movement he managed only made it worse. How he hated this belt and the woman who had the keys. Anna also had not slept well, she had been so excited she couldn’t help but switch the CCTV screen on and watch her toy as it struggled. Her hand had spent most of the night massaging between her legs; she too had finally fallen to sleep exhausted. Her exhaustion however was caused by being satisfied like never before. Anna finally woke up, her bedding was damp from the night’s activities. She felt alive like never before and was excited thinking of her plans for the day ahead. “Good morning slave, I trust you slept well,” she said smiling. Paul’s first thoughts were to throw a whole lot of abuse at her but quickly he realised that it would not be wise to do this to the one woman who had such control over him at this time. “It was an eventful night Mistress,” he said blinking away more tears that stung his eyes. “Well slave I am about ready for my bath and you are going to be rewarded by being allowed to bathe me,” she said. Paul could not prevent the soft groan as he thought of washing his naked Mistress after the night he had just had and still locked in the chastity belt. He knew however that this was not a request, it was an instruction and he would have to do it and do it well to have any chance of having the belt unlocked this weekend. One by one the chains were unlocked and at last he was able to move his arms and legs. As he sat up he felt aches in the whole of his body. “On your hands and knees slave, follow me to the bathroom,” she said clipping a lead onto a steel collar she had locked round his neck. Once in the bathroom he put the stopper in the bath and turned on the taps. Anna watched and waited. “Good now you may undress me slave,” she said. Paul removed the robe she wore, this revealing a long silk white nightdress that he could see was stained by the night’s activities. His hands shook as he removed the nightdress and saw her beautiful naked body for the first time. His penis tried to erect immediately but was thwarted by the cruel tube and guard. Oh how he would have loved to have thrown her on her bed and emptied the hot cum from his blue bursting balls into her. His hands went down to the shield, feeling the steel and he gasped in pain as another attempted erection was squashed. “What’s wrong slave, anyone would think you do not like your reward?” she said giggling. “It’s the pain Mistress, this chastity belt allows me nothing but pain,” he said sobbing. “Good that means it is doing the job it is supposed to do. Now using just your tongue pleasure me,” she demanded. Still on his knees he crawled over to between her legs and started using his tongue to play with her special place. He heard her moan softly, he continued to work as his penis tried to erect once again. It hurt so badly he wanted to tear this cruel thing off but he knew he couldn’t. Paul continued until with his hair now firmly in her grasp she pulled him even harder into her until he was having trouble breathing, then she came. Her juice flooding over his face, running down and dripping onto his chest as he knelt trying to regain his breath again. Her taste was in his mouth, so sweet, if only he could get his penis free for just a few seconds. Anna let go of his hair as she came back down again, she smiled a very contented smile as she climbed into the bath and sat down. Paul crawled to the bath and using a bar of soap and her washcloth he began to lather it up. Her juices dripped from his face, he licked all he could before they fell into the water, he liked her taste. The soaped cloth went to her breasts as he gently washed them. He could feel the warmth of her breast and longed to be allowed to suck her nipples. More pain from the belt, would it never end? For the next thirty minutes he washed every inch of her flawless skin, it brought his frustration level to a point he never knew existed. Anna climbed out of the bath and waited as Paul towelled her dry, she pointed to the bottle of body lotion. Paul knew what she wanted, no words were said as he took handful after handful of the lotion and massaged it gently into her skin. “Now just a sprinkle of powder and you may dress me slave,” she said. Anna had selected her outfit carefully, she wanted it to give Paul as many problems as was possible. Today he was going to learn what real denial and frustration was. Carefully Paul dressed Anna, first her white silk blouse, then some satin panties. Black silk stockings held up by a suspender belt. Paul felt more pre-cum drip from his belt and land on his leg. Next her boots, laced up to her knees, black and shiny with the four inch heel. The black leather skirt, just long enough to be decent but so very provocative. “Thank you slave, now I am going to put my make upon and you will use the water in the bath for your wash and don’t take any longer than five minutes. I am hungry and you need to make my breakfast before I have finished this task,” she said. The water was cold, he plunged in and it felt good. For the first time in ages his penis relaxed a little in the cool water. He washed himself as fast as he could, used the toilet and dried himself on the same towels he had used for Anna. Having put them in the hamper to be washed he emptied the bath and cleaned everything up. He knew he was late as he ran down stairs to the kitchen to start breakfast. By the time he had cooked her meal Anna was sitting at the table and not looking happy. “Slave I have been waiting now for five minutes,” she said angrily. “I’m sorry Mistress but I had so little time,” he said. “I do not take excuses slave, you will be punished in the most fitting way possible. I’ll keep you waiting before I unlock your belt, perhaps that will teach you to move yourself a bit quicker. Shall we say a further week?” she said smiling sweetly. “No Mistress, please no not a week,” he said falling to his knees begging her. “Ok then let’s make it two weeks.... Care to go for three slave?” she said smiling. “No Mistress, your slave apologises for his slackness,” he said hating himself for having to grovel this way. As Anna ate her breakfast Paul knelt by her side anxious to pass her anything she wanted. His stomach growled wanting food but he knew better than to ask. “Thank you slave, I have eaten enough, you will finish what is on my plate after you have poured my coffee,” she said. The plate was put on the floor; Paul crawled over on his knees to pour the coffee the crawl back again. “Turn round and put your hands behind you slave,” she said. Paul felt the chill of steel as she locked the handcuffs round his wrists, eating was not going to be made easy. “Thank you slave, you may eat now,” she said. It looked cold and he didn’t want it but to refuse would annoy her and he had quickly learnt that was not a good idea. Without hands he was forced to plunge his face into the food, he ate quickly and as he bent to eat off the floor so the waistband of the belt cut in. This was not going to be a good weekend and he briefly wondered just how many more there would be before she gave him the key to his freedom. Once the plate was licked clean Anna clipped the lead onto his collar and led him back down to the cellar and to her cell. She removed the lead the locked the door of the small cell. “I don’t need you for an hour or so and don’t want you getting in my way as I have a visitor coming. I was speaking to him yesterday in a chatroom slave, he wants to buy a chastity belt from me,” she said and burst out laughing. “This one isn’t local like you are and has travelled over 150 miles.” Paul stood there stunned, he couldn’t think of what to say as she left the room locking the cellar door behind her. With his hands still chained behind him and his face splattered with fried food that was drying and itching he could do nothing but wait in discomfort until her return. As he waited he thought about the poor unsuspecting fool that would soon be locked in a belt like his and at her mercy. Try as hard as he could Paul couldn’t understand what she really wanted out of all this. Ok the fun and games would be just that but eventually she would get fed up...he hoped. Then what? He was lying on the bed trying to make up for some of the sleep he lost last night when the cellar door opened and Anna walked in. “So how is my slave then?” she asked. “Tired and very frustrated Mistress. My arms and shoulders ache from the cuffs and my face itches but I can’t clean it up,” he said feeling very sorry for himself. “Oh poor diddums, well I think we can help you a little slave. I have a pile of sand that needs shifting from the front to the back yard. It shouldn’t take you long and the fresh air will do you good. First though we must get you ready as I can’t send you out naked except the belt can I?” she said. “No Mistress,” The cell door was unlocked and Anna walked in. She locked a pair of ankle cuffs on him that no more than fifteen inches of strong chain connecting them. She clipped the lead to his collar and pulled. “Come slave, work to be done,” she said. Paul looked down at his nakedness and hesitated, Anna stopped and glared angrily at him. “Defy me again and I’ll fill those locks with cement,” she said. Paul moved quickly, well as fast as the ankle restraints would allow. They reached the front door where she stopped. “Wait I have to do something first or you will never make it through the doorway,” she said smiling. Paul saw her go into another room, he waited helpless for her to return. When she did she was carrying some clothes that she threw onto the floor. “You will wear these slave but don’t get any stupid ideas about absconding before I say so as I have reset your field as far as the gate. Try to go beyond that and the shock collar will hurt you,” she said. Anna bent down and unlocked the cuffs round his ankles, then those on his wrists. Paul brought his hands back and rubbed his sore wrists with each hand. The clothes consisted of a pair of pink satin shorts, a pink T-shirt, and a pair of black ankle boots with three inch heels. It all fitted him much to his surprise, looking down at himself there was no way he would go too far dressed like this. Anna clipped on his lead and they went through the front doorway to the side of the house. There was a huge pile of sand, a wheelbarrow and shovel. “Now slave, you will fill the barrow, wheel it round the back of the house to the far bottom right of the garden and tip it on the concrete base I have for it. It will all be done before dinner so you had better get started as soon as I lock your ankle cuffs on,” she said. Once again the steel cuffs went round his ankles over the leather of the boots and were double locked to prevent them tightening any more. Anna stood up and smiled, she put an arm round him and kissed him gently on the cheek. “Tonight I have a lovely surprise for you darling, you will really enjoy it providing you don’t mess up before then,” she said in a soft seductive voice. Paul felt his penis being constricted by the steel tube as she spoke and he could smell her perfume, he knew then he had to finish this task. It was a long and tiring job but he worked without rest. The cuffs slowed him down and he did get the chain tangled a few times and fall over. He was tired and the sweat was running off him as he scraped the last of the sand into the barrow. He was about to move off when Anna appeared at the door holding a broom and dustpan. “Sweep the area and put your things away as soon as you are done,” she said. Paul walked into the kitchen at the back of the house, his hands sore, his back aching and worn out. “You have made me happy slave, I am pleased with you,” she said smiling. “Thank you Mistress,” he said. “Now go up and take a shower but be quick as I have dinner almost done and you may not like it cold,” she said. Paul removed the boots with difficulty, as he had to slide the cuffs off the leather. He ran as fast as the cuffs would allow up the stairs and to the bathroom. The shower did freshen him up but did little to ease the ache in his back. With no fresh clothes to wear except the wet shorts Paul went back downstairs in the shorts, cuffs, collar and chastity belt. “Good, now turn round slave,” she said. Paul felt the handcuffs circle round his wrists and knew that dinner was not going to be made easy for his to eat. The lead was clipped on his collar and Anna started towards the cellar. Once inside his cell and the door locked Anna removed the lead and went to fetch the meal. This she slid through the hatch by the floor on a tray. “Now you enjoy slave then take a rest and I’ll be back later on for a little fun before bedtime,” she said. Paul watched as she left the cellar before dropping to his knees to eat his meal. It was some time before she returned and Paul was lying on the bed trying to get as comfortable as his restraints would l allow. As soon as he saw her he slid off the bed and onto his knees. Anna seemed pleased with his actions as she unlocked the cell door. “Come slave I need a cock, a good hard cock,” she said giggling. With the lead on his collar Paul followed as fast as he could up the stairs and to Anna’s bedroom. Anna removed the ankle cuffs at last, there was red rings left where they had been cutting into him. Then the damp shorts were also removed. “I hope you are ready to give me pleasure slave,” she said. “Yes Mistress, I can’t wait, I will do all I can to last long enough to give you lasting pleasure,” he said. “Oh I know you will slave,” she said laughing. Anna went to a cupboard and returned with a large strap-on penis attachment. “This will ensure you retain control and give me pleasure slave,” she said as she strapped it in place over his chastity belt. “But..but.. I thought...” he stammered. “You never thought I was going to unlock you did you slave? Even you can’t be that stupid,” she said laughing. Tears ran down his cheeks as he looked down at the strap-on now attached to his chastity belt. “You did didn’t you? You thought you were going to unload your nuts in me didn’t you slave? Well you have a lot to learn about me and your present status, an awful lot,” she said wiping away the wetness from his face. Anna unlocked the cuffs then lay on the bed naked. “Ok slave, I want to cum like never before and if I don’t you will pay for it during the rest of the night so think on,” she said. Paul employed every little trick he knew with his mouth, fingers and strap-on. He lost count how many times she came, all were very noisy, messy and each one broke his heart as he saw what he was being denied. After several hours Anna had clearly had enough. “You may remove the strap-on and put it in the basin over there,” she said. Paul stood by the bed, his penis aching, as were his balls. “Fetch me that harness slave,” she said. The harness consisted of two straps and a lead. She took the straps and fastened them round her thighs fairly tightly, Anna looked up and smiled as she saw Paul realise what may be about to happen. “As a reward for your hard work slave you are going to be permitted to share my bed with me tonight,” she said. “Now turn round so I can locks these cuffs in place.” Knowing it would only make it worse if he hesitated Paul turned round and once again felt the hard steel as it encircled each wrist. “Good now let me lock those cuffs on your ankles and then we can get comfortable,” she said. Anna lay of the black satin sheet, her legs apart naked but for the two straps. “Right now up you get slave and lay face down between my legs,” she said. Once in position she clipped his collar to each of the thigh straps, pulled the lead and closed her thighs trapping his head between his legs. “Good now let me just join your two sets of cuffs so your legs don’t stick out of the bed and get cold,” she said. Now hog-tied, with his face pressed into her sex for the night and her thighs clamping his head tightly so she rolled over onto her side taking him with her and went to sleep. Paul lay there not daring to move in case he woke her and that would only be bad news for him. Sleep didn’t come easy in his highly sexed state, he would feel, smell and even taste her sex and yet do nothing to relieve his ever-increasing frustration. It was early morning and Anna was at last waking up, Paul was still attached between her legs, his penis painfully throbbing behind its shield of steel. Anna felt for the lead and gave it a sharp tug. “Wake up slave, time for you to have your breakfast and don’t rush it we have plenty of time,” she said. Paul knew what she meant and immediately adjusted his cramped position and working in the darkness of the duvet he began to use his tongue. For the next hour or so he licked, sucked and even gently nibbled Anna to four or five orgasms while all the time his frustration rose to new peaks. Suddenly the duvet was thrown to one side, he blinked in the sunlight as his eyes struggled to become accustomed to it. Anna unclipped her thigh bands and got out of bed. Looking at Paul she giggled and shook her head. “I think you enjoyed that didn’t you slave? You certainly have a very messy face to show for it. Well I need a quick shower then we’ll see about you,” she said. Totally beaten, Paul lay on the bed still chained in the hog-tie that he had been in for many hours. He listened as she sung happily in the shower, it would seem completely oblivious to his needs. Surely she would let him have one orgasm after all she had put him through, he was certain he wouldn’t be able to last another week without one. Anna walked back intro her bedroom naked; she sat on the bed giggling happily. “Poor baby, I guess you would like to stretch yourself and get cleaned up a little,” she said reaching over picking up some keys. As she reached over her firm breast pressed against Paul’s face, he gave a soft groan as his penis tried to react accordingly. Once unlocked, the cuffs removed, Anna still naked took hold of his lead and helped him stand. Paul was stiff and ached as he did so but he managed to stand and walk to the shower. Anna unclipped the lead and he was left alone to shower. Breakfast was served in the cage as usual and while Anna prepared for the day ahead so Paul slumped on the bed desperate for the frustration to be eased enough so he could sleep. Anna entered the cellar; she was wearing a leather corset, small leather panties, long gloves and the same boots from the previous day. She looked every inch a true dominatrix. “Stand and move away from that door slave,” she demanded. Paul stood, his hands still chained together behind him and walked as far from the door as he could then faced the wall. The door opened and Anna walked in, seconds later she had his ankles in steel cuffs and a leather hood locked on his head. “Come, follow,” she said as she pulled the lead. Paul was taken upstairs, he went from room to room until he had lost all sense of direction. “Stop and stand still slave,” she said. Legs apart as far as you can,” she said. Paul felt further chains being locked to the cuffs and pulled out sideways, now he couldn’t move his feet at all. Next a rope or chain was fastened to his collar and he felt the collar pull upwards until he was on his toes then it was relaxed a little. “I’m going to remove your cuffs now slave and put some leather ones on you that will be far more comfortable.” She said. The hated steel cuffs were unlocked and Paul felt a wide leather strap being buckled round each wrist, chains were clipped on and his arms pulled upwards and outwards so he ended up standing spread with little movement at all. “Tell me slave, how does that feel? Comfortable?” she asked. “Yes Mistress,” he said knowing any other reply could mean big trouble stretched the way he was. “Good, now I know you have only been locked in that belt for a very short time and it is going to take time to get used to wearing it, however I feel I have a duty to ensure that it isn’t causing any serious problems down there. I am therefore going to remove it from you and we’ll take a look and see,” she said. Paul heard her walk away, he was on his own and tested his restraints. They were totally effective in that he could not even move let alone work his way into a position to over power her while he was unlocked. Once again he cursed his own stupidity that had done this to him. “Is the belt still comfortable slave?” she asked. “Mistress please I am desperate to have an orgasm, just one Mistress please,” he begged. “That does not answer my question slave,” she said sharply. “The belt itself is wearable Mistress, steel can never be comfortable,” he said. “No I guess not, now let us see if my keys works,” she said giggling. Paul felt the key go into the lock then seconds later it turned a few times as it unscrewed. The lock came off easily in Anna’s hand, she put it on the floor with the key then pushed the joining pins free at the waistband. The belt was slid down his legs, his penis had to be helped out of the tiny tube until the belt lay on the floor at his feet. Paul still in darkness of the hood could only feel as Anna stroked her hands around the marks the belt had caused. “A pretty pattern slave, still no undue pressure marks at all. This belt could well have been made just for you,” she said. Paul’s penis was standing out proud, as hard as the steel that had enclosed it. He was sure that just one touch would be enough to shoot several huge loads of cum out of his congested balls. “Well you are a randy sod slave, I think I’ll use a pair of latex gloves over my leather ones to touch that thing,” she said. Paul gave a cry of shock more than anything else as a large bag of ice was pushed against his cock and balls and held in place. “I think we need to get that down in size a little to take a look,” she said. Five minutes later, tears running down his cheeks Paul’s penis had shrivelled up and as blue as his balls were. “Excellent, now let me take a look,” said Anna. She took his penis, checked for any bruising underneath, around his balls, then pulled back his foreskin and checked there too. It all looked fine, she was happy she could relock him again for another week. First though she would have a little fun she thought to herself. “Well slave you will be delighted to know that everything looks fine down there before I lock you back up again I am going to give you a good wash and clean up,” she said. For the next two or three hours Anna washed, oiled, powdered, and teased his penis so many times she lost count. Between his feet she saw a puddle of pre-cum, she congratulated herself that her skill had prevented the loss of even one tiny drop of cum. She was feeling tired and a little hungry so decided it was time to finish up here and press on with the day. Paul stood in his chains, he penis once again steel hard and twitching, he was thrusting into the air in a pathetic, desperate attempt to cum. So hard was he concentrating on what he was doing he had no idea what was about to happen. The large bag of ice was pushed cruelly hard against his throbbing penis and balls. He gave a howl of disbelief and pain as the coldness of the ice started to reduce his proud erection to nothing. “It never stops surprising me just how effective a bag of ice is at taking a man down to his proper size again, so much fun,” said Anna. Paul sobbed as the ice was taken away, he felt a lubricant being sprayed onto his penis then her fingers took his penis and fed it into that hated tube again. Holding onto to that she pulled the belt back up latching the tube into the front shield before engaging the pins at the back. Paul struggled in a vain attempt to prevent her from doing it but it caused her no trouble at all. The click of the lock sounded like a gun shot to Paul under that hood as it was pressed into place and the lock screwed down tight with the special key. “Good that is all done then,” she said as if she had just given a baby a bath. It was really of no consequence to her at all. Anna left the sobbing figure to lock the key away in her safe that was hidden in another room. She was happy with the way everything had gone and satisfied that she could leave her new slave for a week without anything nasty happening to him that was caused by the belt. The keys locked away she returned to her slave and started to remove his restraints. It was early afternoon; Anna had a visitor due just after five o’clock and had no further use for Paul at present. She thought about locking him away in the cellar in case she required his services later on but then thought it may be better to take him back home so he could try and rest. Anna found his clothes and took then down to the cellar where he was in the cell. He was lying on the bed, she watched as he tried to get even a finger under the shield to touch his penis. “It can’t be done slave, many have tried it and none had succeeded and you will not be the first I can assure you. Here are you clothes, get dressed and I am going to take you home,” she said. Paul picked the clothes up off the floor and put them on, he wondered if he should try and force her to give him the key but then remembered the shock collar and decided it wasn’t a good idea. Once he was dressed Anna unlocked the cell door and together they left the cellar. “Hold on slave, I need to disable the force field before we go outside. If however you are getting any stupid ideas I would suggest you don’t, I can still hurt you through the collar with just one press of my finger on this button,” she said. Anna threw Paul the car keys and told him to get in and drive. They reached his house almost in silence, as he pulled up outside the house Anna reached over and gently kissed his cheek. “It’s been fun this weekend slave, you will come and serve me again next weekend. I’ll expect you the same time on Friday. I have already returned your car as you can see while you were in my cell,” she said. “Please Mistress will I be able to have an orgasm next week, I have never felt so frustrated,” he said “I don’t know slave, perhaps but then I always find a slave with choked up balls is far better behaved. I think it is a case of being afraid what they may lose rather than being grateful for what they have just received,” she said. “But Mistress I have to cum soon,” he begged. “Enough, now let me remove your collar and you are to go without saying any more or I’ll make sure you don’t cum before Christmas,” she said. The steel collar was removed and Paul got out of the car and slowly walked back into his house a tired and desperate man. Anna giggled happily as she watched then slid over into the driving seat and off she went. She was happy he would soon be ready for the next part of her plan. Paul sat at home feeling depressed and wondering what he was going to do to get himself out of this mess he was in. Using force was not the answer, he had no idea where the keys were and he knew she would never tell him. However he couldn’t stand many more weekends like that so something had to be done. He stripped off and went upstairs and lay down on the bed. At first he just thought about what had happened and how reality was so different from his fantasy had been. His hand went down to the chastity belt and felt the hard steel baring his way. He hit it hard with his fist, it hurt his hand but he felt nothing else. He turned on his side and eventually he cried himself to sleep. Monday morning came and with it the inevitable morning erection. Pain and more pain came as his imprisoned penis tried to erect behind the steel. He phoned in sick to work, something had to be done as he showered he wasn’t sure what but he couldn’t go on like this. He washed and considered his option. As he ate his breakfast, it felt good to sit and eat and not have his hands chained together and have to eat off the floor. Paul wrote a list of ways he might be able to get the belt removed. With five ideas on the list he then set about crossing off those he thought were impossible or unlikely to succeed. Three lines went through three items leaving him just two. Both would be humiliating, but both could if things worked in his favour set him free. The first was a visit to a locksmith and see if the lock was all Anna had claimed it to be. He couldn’t go to a local one so he would drive out into the city. The other option was to go to the police and make a complaint against Anna and get them to force her to give him the key. He didn’t like the idea of going to the police so he picked up the telephone book and searched out a locksmith. “Hello, I was wondering if you could help me. Now this may seem a bit of a strange story and I am embarrassed to have to tell you but I do need your help. My girlfriend and I have been playing with a chastity belt, she has this locked on me right now. However when she got home last night her boss had called and she had to fly out first thing this morning to a conference for two weeks and had taken the keys with her. If I come to see you do you think you could remove this for me?” he asked. The sweat was running down his face, he was burning up he was so embarrassed as the guy listened in silence to his tale. “Well I don’t know, never been asked to open a chastity belt that’s for sure. I suppose you could come in and I’ll try. Leave it until about one o’clock when I close for dinner and I can then work and give you a bit of privacy,” he said. “Ok thanks, I do appreciate it. This thing is driving me nuts and I can’t stay in it until she gets back,” Paul said. “Well I’ll do my best see you soon,” he said and put the phone down. The locksmith shook his head in disbelief as he looked at the steel belt that Paul was wearing. “Wow fella, she likes things secure that’s for sure. I have never seen anything like that, whatever does it feel like to wear?” he said. “Uncomfortable and extremely frustrating,” said Paul. “I bet, you wouldn’t catch me in one of them not for any girl. Well let’s take a look at the business end of this thing,” he said. Paul stood holding his shirt up with his pants round his ankles as the locksmith sat on a chair and stared at the lock. “My word I haven’t seen a lock like this before. I think there must be about twenty pins there,” he said. “She said 16 but she could be wrong. Do you think you can undo it for me?” he asked. “I doubt very much if anyone could without the keys mate. I’ll give it a go but I honestly think I’ll be wasting my time,” he said. “Please do try, you are my last hope to get this thing off,” said Paul. “Ok I’ll try, hold still,” said the locksmith. The clock had moved round to two o’clock and Paul was still standing with his pants round his ankles and still the locksmith tried to undo the lock. He sat back and sighed deeply. “It’s no good fella, there ain’t no way you are going to undo that lock without the right keys,” he said shaking his head sadly. “Please keep on trying, please,” begged Paul. “No sorry fella, I am as good as most locksmiths and I know when I am beaten. The only other way of getting out is to try and cut the metal and that I would say is very dangerous,” he said. “She says it can’t be cut, she had the belt made specially for us to play with. It cost her a small fortune,” said Paul. “I can imagine, well if it can’t be cut then I guess you are stuck in that thing until she unlocks you and I only hope she don’t lose the keys while she is away,” he said putting the chair away. Paul got dressed and paid the locksmith his fee, thanked him for trying and left. Well she was telling the truth, I should never have doubted her he thought to himself as he walked along the footpath. That leaves me with just one option and that is the police. He walked around the town centre for an hour or so trying to pluck up the courage to go in and talk to them. His stomach churned, he nerves felt so on edge they could snap at any time, he had to do something. Sitting in a room he looked at the policeman sitting opposite to him as he made notes. Paul had told him everything about how he had bought the device from her and how she had not given him the keys to remove it. How he had just spent the whole weekend at her mercy and he begged him to go and get the key for him. The policeman asked to see the device, he smiled and shook his head wondering why anybody would allow themself to get locked in it. Paul explained about the locksmith and why in desperation he had been forced to seek the help of the police. The policeman left the room to consult with another officer as Paul got his clothes back on again. A short while later on he returned and said he was going to visit Anna and would hear her side of the story and while he was gone Paul was to stay at the station and someone would be by soon with a cup of tea for him. “Thank you very much officer, I don’t know how to thank you,” Paul said. “Well don’t thank me yet, I haven’t got the keys and I am only going to see what the lady has to say. It will depend on that whether I return with the keys or not. Anna was looking out of her window as the police car pulled up; she wondered what they wanted. She hurried to the front door to let them in. “Excuse me Miss, we have had a complaint from a gentleman regarding the sale of a chastity belt and was wondering if we could come in and talk to you about it,” the officer said. Anna smiled and stood aside. “Come in officer, through to the lounge and take a seat. Would you care for a drink?” she asked. “No thank you ma’am, I would like to get this sorted out quickly if I can,” he said. “Yes certainly and I’ll do all I can to assist. Now what is it you want to know?” she said smiling. The idea that Paul had been so desperate as to go to these lengths amused Anna immensely. The officer outlined what Paul had said then waited for her to reply. “Well officer what he says is certainly mainly true. I did sell him a chastity belt, however I never forced him to put it on, he asked me to put it on him. Also I never claimed that I was selling him the keys to remove it, it was up to him to make sure he had the right keys before he locked it on himself. As for this weekend, again yes he did spend it with me and certainly most people would think that I was cruel and unkind to him but this is the problem. You see officer he asked if he could visit me to play games, I agreed and told him to come on Friday and be prepared to stay the weekend. Never at any time did he offer a “stop word” or do anything other than play out the scene. His mouth was free almost all the time and he only had to say that he wanted the game to stop and it would. So you see officer I was only doing exactly as he had asked me to do. I also have this receipt signed and dated by him and if you care to read it then you can see it clearly verifies what I have said,” she said. “I see so what about this key that you have of his to unlock this thing?” asked the officer. “That is my key, I never offered that for sale. The key he bought enables him to lock the device on, whether he did or not was entirely up to him. As I said it was up to him to check he had everything before buying, and then locking the belt in place. It was not my place to point out that I retained the only key to undo it. I did however tell him when he bought the belt that I was retaining a key and that one was not for sale. I would have thought that would have aroused suspicion enough to check the belt and key properly before buying and wearing it. After all officer what would you have done?” she asked. Anna smiled as the policeman blushed slightly, he seemed uneasy in her presence as he wriggled on the chair. “Well yes I can see you do make everything very clear in this receipt, I trust he has a copy of it.” Anna nodded her head. “So from that and from what you say, it would seem he has just made one mistake after another and no criminal offence has taken place. I’ll be going now Ma’am, I’ll get back and break the bad news to the gentleman,” he said. “Thank you officer, perhaps you would tell him if he likes to visit me next Friday as arranged we could talk about him buying the key,” she said smiling. “I’ll do that and I am sure he’ll be very interesting in buying it,” he said. “Yes, I wonder if he can afford it though,” she said giggling happily. The policeman left and drove back to the station and broke the news to Paul. He was devastated that the officer couldn’t help him, now he was totally at her mercy and knew he would pay dearly for this stunt. The news of what was written in the receipt he ha dsigned shocked him, he needed to read it through properly. The fact key may be for sale cheered him up and he hurried out of the police station and back home. Once home he set to work doing anything to take his mind off the chastity belt and his pent up frustration. He had no idea how he managed to get through the week; he was ready to climb up walls by the time Friday evening came round. He didn’t know how but he knew he had to find enough money to buy that key and get himself out of this belt once and for all. Paul drove out to Anna’s house and parked by the side. His knees were knocking with fear as he walked round to the front door and rang the bell. A stern looking Anna answered the door; Paul shook under her gaze. “In and strip, we have business to take care of I think,” she said. Paul hurried in and stripped off his clothes and knelt on the floor. Anna picked up her handcuffs and fastened them on his wrist behind his back. The she locked the collar on and pressed the shock button. Paul screamed in pain like he had never felt before. “I owed you that one for the embarrassment you cause me last Monday,” she said angrily. “I’m sorry Mistress but I am desperate, I had to try anything to get this belt off me,” he sobbed. “Well in that case I may have some good news for you, come follow me to the cellar,” she said. They reached the cellar where she locked him in the cell. Anna sat down and looked at Paul still on his knees the other side of the steel bars. “So slave you had better tell me exactly what happened last Monday from the time you got up until you left the police station,” she said. Paul explained about the locksmith, this made her laugh as she heard about his embarrassment and then the humiliation of having to tell his tale to the policeman. She found the fact he had to drop his pants to show the officer very funny and by the time he had finished his tale tears were running from her eyes she was laughing so much. “Well slave you have cheered me up and I will not give you the thrashing you deserve. Now I understand you are prepared to buy my key from me is that true?” she asked. “Yes Mistress gladly,” he said. “Well I may be prepared to sell it but I don’t think you could afford it, you see I am rather attached to it,” she said. “How much do you want for it?” he asked. “Well let us say I would consider an offer of £500,000,” she said smiling. “But I don’t have that sort of money, how can you say the key is worth that much?” he said angrily. “I sold you the belt cheaply as I didn’t want it but I knew you did. Now however I have the key and I do want to keep that and play some more for years to come and that is how much I value the entertainment I will lose,” she said. “But Mistress I can’t pay you anything like that, even if I sold my house I still couldn’t get that much money,” he said. “No slave I know it is a problem for you. Let me see, ok look I have another idea how about I buy the belt back off you with the promise I’ll remove it from you as soon as you agree,” she said. “Really you would do that Mistress, buy the belt back and remove it then let me go from here a free man?” he asked. “Yes slave I would do that, however you must realise that I am not keen to have back a belt I have just sold so I won’t be paying much for it,” she said. “Yes Mistress I understand, how much did you think would be a fair price?” he asked. “One penny slave, that is my offer,” she said firmly. “But Mistress I paid you £500 for it just two weeks ago, it must be worth more than that,” he said. “Ok then slave keep the belt, you have heard my offer so either accept it right now or it will be withdrawn for ever,” she said. “Sorry Mistress I didn’t seem to sound ungrateful, of coarse I’ll be happy to accept your generous offer of one penny,” he said. “Ok I thought you may see it my way, they all do,” she said undoing the door of the cell. Anna unlocked the steel cuffs then the belt and removed it totally. Paul was free of it for the first time in two weeks and his penis stood hard and firm before him. Anna threw his clothes at him and told him to get dressed while she fetched his money. He thought about masturbating right away but then fear hit him and he wanted to get out of this place before she changed her mind. He was still wearing the collar. When she returned she gave him a penny and had him sign a receipt to say he was happy to sell the belt for that amount. “Right then slave follow me,” she said. They reached the front door before she unlocked the collar then pushed him out of the door. “Excellent another £499.99 profit this week, this is turning into a very profitable business. With three belts that means I get almost £1000 every month and when that next belt is delivered I’ll be able to double that. Life is so sweet, so many fools out there who have fantasies that turn into nightmares, I wonder if they would pay more than £500 for the belt?” She said aloud. Anna went into her office and switched on her computer then logged into a chat room. “Hello I’m Anna I wonder if we could talk as I may have something that will interest you,” she typed. This is a story written by 'vickie'