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Slowly she introduced him to her world of captivity.
DESIRE
By: Bobbybig
I have been her "captive" for several years. In the beginning it was an on again, off again thing. I would spend a week in a chastity device, an occasional day or two locked in a steel cage in her bedroom, then nothing for several weeks. She very gradualy took control of me until I was craving more of the chastity and confinement. She began to realize her innate female power. She was blossoming allowing her dominance to come forth. She was increasing her influence over my mind, my feelings.
In the beginning she introduced me to the chastity belt and suggested I get one that could be worn more or less permanently, one made of stainless steel. It took a few months but eventually my body became used to being encased in steel. I told her how comfortable it had become and she asked if I would like to wear it all the time. That sounded like an interesting experiment so I gave her the keys to the belt for safe-keeping.
I was still spending several days at a time in her steel cage. She asked me what I thought about spending more time in the cage, perhaps living there all the time. I thought about it, most of all I would be with her, and it was fairly comfortable so I started living in the cage.
It was something of a turn-on to be locked away by a woman. To be her sex toy, kept for her erotic delight with my only purpose being to bring her to orgasm after orgasm. To be smothered by those soft labial lips. To have my head firmly locked between those strong smooth thighs, with her hips pumping and pumping, held until she was spent and satiated. I only wanted more, for it to never end.
Once I settled in to the cage she got a collar and asked if I would be comfortable wearing it for her. The collar looked to be an exciting addition. It is made of titanium, a metal much harder than steel. She bought the model called "Permanent." The lock is inset and spring loaded in such a way that when it is closed it cannot be opened. Once closed the collar will be totally smooth all around. When she showed me the mechanism and explained that if I was to put it on it could never be removed because titanium is the hardest of metals and very difficult to work with.
I put the collar around my neck without snapping it shut. It is one inch high and a quarter inch thick. Titanium is not heavy. The cool metal felt good around my neck. The smooth grey buffed finish looked elegant. It was snug but very comfortable.
This was another big turning point. She watched me as I moved around the room. I kept looking in the mirror, trying to decide, realizing once the two ends of the collar were joined it would forever be part of me. I looked at her. She was silent, just observing me. She knew this had to be my decision. I asked her how it looked, what she thought. She just looked at me with a faint smile. I realize now I was stalling. It was up to me. This was my final surrender.
I went over to her. I turned my back. She depressed the little spring plunger. The two parts of the collar were now one, permanently. Hearing the click sent a shiver through my body. I was now hers, totally.
A chain is attached to the D-Ring at the front of the collar, the other end is connected to a ring in the wall beside her bed. She can open the small trap door in the top of the cage and bring my head out through the opening to service her while she is reclining. She likes this to help her relax before going to sleep. It is very calming for both of us.
On shower days the lock at the wall ring is opened. I am led into the shower and the chain is locked to a ring in the wall of the shower. The shower is equipped with high velocity jets, designed to penetrate into, under, and around the chastity belt. The belt never comes off. It doesn't need to. The high pressure water penetrates inside the steel bands and penis tube. The same with the neck collar and ankle cuffs attached to a spreader bar that hobbles my legs.
When the shower is finished I am led into a blast of warm air from a giant heater-fan to dry. Then my chain is locked to the wall again and I am put into a canvas strait-jacket. It is strapped around my body, secured at my back, the leather straps going under my groin and my arms pulled tightly across my body and secured behind my back with the leather straps.
I am often kept in the strait-jacket on days when no other activities are planned. The strait-jacket was my idea, as was the spreader bar on my legs. I live in a steel cage barely big enough for me to curl up into a fetal position. Being confined I grew to enjoy the restriction. I sought further restraints for the time when I was not with her.
My Mistress brings me out to her bed to exercise my tongue for her pleasure. When she is satiated I am put back in the steel cage. Occasionaly she will have me strap on a dildo to please her. These events get me very excited and the more she achieves climax the more fulfilled I feel.
Keeping my body locked in a steel chastity belt allows me to experience and enjoy her orgasms instead of concentrating on getting myself off. Remaining locked and caged, with no other purpose in life but to bring her pleasure, I am thrilled, I am fulfilled. The constant presence of her scent keeps me in a perpetual state of semi arousal. She uses no perfume. Her natural female odor has me throbbing inside the chastity tube.
When she takes me out of the house for shopping or other chores, she unlocks the chain and I remain in the chastity belt. She attaches a leash to the collar. It makes me feel good, to be walking with her, attached to her. No matter the stares. I am her puppy, lover, captive on a leash, ready to worship and serve.
When she calls on her friends they are envious of her "catch." They want to know how she did it. How she was able to "tame" me, how she got me to "go along" with her lifestyle. Her quick answer is, "I just asked him."
They don't realize how much I receive from the arrangement. I am exhilarated to be part of her life. She executed a brilliant plan to lure me into her cage. Slowly, bit by bit, piece by piece, she brought me along. First a few dates, then she introduced chastity. When I was comfortable with that she showed me the cage and waited for me to suggest I enter it, "just for the day." Eventually I started staying in it on most weekends.
As the months went by she could see my mind became more in tune with hers. When she asked if I would like to live in the cage all the time, I was thinking the same thing. I didn't hesitate to say yes. By then I felt overwhelmed with desire to be with her, to please her, to bring her pleasure, to do anything she asked.
When she introduced the collar I eagerly embraced it. It meant I was totally hers, an inescapable part of her. The collar could be seen by everyone. With her leading me on the leash everyone can see I am hers. We are one. I don't feel like "a catch." I feel grateful to be hers. I am thankful to bring her pleasure.
All of my senses are aroused when I am with her. Her feminine scent, her soft skin and strong thighs around my head, the sight of her voluptious body, her screams of pleasure, and the wonderful taste of her. I am hers. May it never end.
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