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A professional job.
Fiction by Johnny Cumlately
Whenever you open a newspaper or watch the TV, there always seems to be
a scantily clad girl looking out at you. This is great! I think many
guys will focus on the assets above the waist. They will particularly
admire her breasts. The centre of my interest lies further down. I see
her smooth crotch and am conscious of how ugly I think my own bits are.
I am envious.
I was always interested in enforced chastity and made myself a variety
of devices over the years. My DIY skills are somewhat limited and they
were mostly made from bits of plastic and wire or chain. They were not
very secure but as I didn't have a key-holder that didn't matter too
much. Over time, the designs got more sophisticated and I used ideas
from details of professionally made devices I found on the internet. I
always wanted to hide my "bits" away as far as possible so preferred
Florentine style belts having a penis tube behind a front shield. My
ideal was to have a SheMale style of belt.
My interests led me to join a local BDSM club where I found several
kindred spirits and an environment where such things could be discussed
openly. That was where I first met Gill.
Gill was a regular and part-time "domme" who enjoyed playing with a
couple of the members. Unlike most dommes, she did not wear leather,
high heels and thigh boots. Nor did she have a whip. She chose to be
totally naked and carry only a small riding crop. She was about 25 with
a superb body. Long brown hair fell in waves over her shoulders. She had
bright blue eyes and a faultless complexion. Her breasts were firm but
modest in size. Her private parts were partly concealed by a triangular
bush of brown curly hair.
She made a point of chatting to new members and finding out what brought
them to the club. So it wasn't long before she had discovered my
interests and seemed fascinated that I was wearing a chastity belt.
"Come on. Don't be shy! Show me!"
One advantage of a Florentine style belt is that it still leaves you a
little modesty, which was just as well because I was aware of an
attempted erection in my belt. I duly stood up and dropped my trousers.
Gill carefully inspected the belt and congratulated me on the design
which had the lock at the back rather than the front. The ends of the
waist band came together with the back strap and were held by a small
padlock. I explained that this was to leave the front as smooth as
possible. When I needed to unlock, it had to be done entirely by feel as
I did not have a keyholder.
"I think I could improve on that," Gill said with a smile, "Next time
you come, bring the key and I'll show you."
That sounded promising and I readily agreed to meet her at the club the
following week, wondering just what she had in mind. The week dragged
by.
At the club, I had to wait patiently while she attended to her usual
clients and talked to several other members. Eventually, she came over
to where I was sitting. After a few pleasantries, she asked "Have you
brought the key?" I handed it over, very much aware that I had never
parted with it before and my spare key was hidden in my parents' house
100 miles away. Rather to my surprise, she had me stand up and turn my
back to her. She eased my trousers down just far enough for her to reach
the lock and I felt it being undone, and then relocked. She handed the
key and the lock to me.
"You won't need this key again, nor any other key."
I felt behind my waist and could tell that she had put in a different
lock. She had a wicked smile as she continued "Its a combination lock
and even if you knew the combination, you might find it very difficult
to open it because you can't see behind your back. And anyway, I'm not
about to tell you what the combination is."
"But....." I stammered as the realisation of what she had done hit home.
"No Buts! You've told me you always dreamed of having a key-holder. Now
you have one. I'm going to control all your sexual desires from now on."
She handed me a card with her private phone number on it and walked away
to talk to other club members.
I spent the next few days contemplating my new predicament and wondering
how Gill would react when I eventually summoned up the courage to phone
her. I could, of course, have cut the belt off. After all, I had made it
and could remake it. But I doubted whether I could have done that
without Gill finding out and I had no wish to lose what I had so long
wanted - a key-holder. It was therefore nearly a week before I finally
picked up the phone.
"Hi! It's Johnny here."
"I was wondering when you would get around to calling me. How are you
getting on? Why don't you invite me out for a nice meal somewhere, where
we can have a good long chat? I rather fancy a date with you!"
This was not at all what I had expected. "Er.. Yes. That would be nice."
"Tomorrow night, then? Book a table and call me back to make
arrangements."
I've already said that Gill had a figure to die for. The idea of a date
with her, even in my locked up state, was highly attractive. I booked a
table in a local bistro and called her back to confirm. She gave me her
address and I arranged to pick her up at 7pm. I spent a frustrating 24
hours in anticipation.
Exactly at 7, I was ringing her doorbell. She was dressed in a white
sleeveless top and tight jeans which set off her assets to perfection.
Almost better than when I had seen her naked.
At the bistro, we had a table in a secluded corner where we could talk
privately and made polite conversation until we had almost fished the
meal. Only then did she ask "Are you enjoying being in a belt with no
escape?"
"Yes. It's frustrating but its what I wanted and never really thought
would come true. And I could not have wished for a more beautiful key-
holder."
"Good. Because I like you and can keep you all to myself that way. We're
going to spend a lot of time together. But there is one other thing I'm
going to insist on. Tonight, we're going back to my flat and I'm going
to measure you for a proper professional shemale belt - one that will be
almost impossible for you to remove. One which will resist all but the
strongest cutting devices."
I could feel my cock trying desperately to get erect as she leant across
the table a planted a huge kiss on my lips. "Ready? Let's go."
I paid the bill and a few minutes later found myself climbing the stairs
to her first floor flat.
"OK. Strip off!" In a few moments I was standing in front of her naked
except for my belt which she proceeded to unlock. As it fell away, my
cock immediately rose to the occasion. "That's nice! You'd better go and
have a wash and then I'll get busy with the tape measure."
I had seen details of required measurements on several belt
manufacturers' web sites, so I knew what to expect. Gill was very
thorough, checking and rechecking. I had hoped to be allowed to stay
unbelted for a time but was doomed to disappointment. As soon as she was
satisfied with the measurements, she insisted on putting my belt back
on. In view of my erection, she needed some ice to achieve this!
"You can go home now. I'll do the ordering. I want you to have a belt
like your home made one which locks at the back and has an entirely
smooth front. It will be expensive, but luckily I can afford it. Just
remember the new belt will be mine, even if you will be wearing it.
Thanks for the meal. I enjoyed it and look forward to our next date."
She gave me another kiss as she ushered me out of her flat.
For the next few days, I had mixed emotions. I had a super new girl
friend as well as a key-holder. I was going to have a real
professionally made chastity belt. But was I going to get more than I
really wished for? She had given me no indication of when or if I might
be released. Could I cope with permanent chastity? No going back now!
It took about 2 months for the belt to arrive. During that time, I saw
Gill twice or three times a week, including club visits. To other
people, we must have seemed a typical courting couple, but Gill always
kept me locked in my home-made belt and released me only twice very
briefly to allow me to wash thoroughly. There was no question of having
sex with her, much as I might have wished it. Apart from seeing her
naked at the club, she often teased me pretending to strip off when in
her flat and then playing with my nipples. That certainly caused my cock
to try to get erect and it was frustrating that I could do nothing about
it. To this day, I shall always remember the way pressure would build up
in the penis tube as I would get more and more on edge but never quite
achieve the release I craved.
Finally, she announced that a parcel had arrived and that I would be
wearing my new belt from that night on. She told me that, although based
on an established she-male design, it had been made specially for me.
I couldn't concentrate all day at work and then went straight to Gill's
flat. As soon as I arrived, she had me strip off and unlocked my old
belt. "I'm going to give you a treat. It might be the last you'll get
for a long time."
To my surprise, she took me into her bedroom and for one moment, I
thought that she was going to let me make love to her. That thought was
soon dashed, however as she held out a pair of handcuffs.
"Turn around!" With my hands cuffed behind me, she gave me the best hand
job imaginable, keeping me on edge for a very long time before bringing
me to a huge climax.
"There. That will keep you soft for a few minutes," as she took the new
belt out of its box and quickly slipped my limp cock into the narrow
penis tube. My hands were still cuffed as she engaged the tube in a slot
in the front shield and drew the belt around my waist. I felt her pull
the back strap up and heard a couple of clicks. As promised the front
shield was totally smooth and the discreet lock at the rear was a flat 4
digit combination which would be impossible to me to undo. And the belt
itself was made of strong metal which would not yield to ordinary
cutting devices. Having an inescapable belt put on by a key-holder was a
new and awe inspiring experience.
"All done! It fits beautifully. I'll take the cuffs off now and you can
go and look in the mirror."
I could see how beautifully the belt had been made and could tell it was
already more comfortable than my old one. The front was indeed devoid of
any protrusion and was integral with the waist band which was about an
inch wide but edged with soft rubber. The shield seemed to disappear
between my legs and left no bulge at all where male bits usually show.
Gill held up a second mirror so that I could see the back. A flap of
rubber concealed the small lock. When Gill lifted the flap, the lock
appeared to be attached to one end of the waist band with the other end
and the back strap slotting into it. The numbers of the combination were
very small and I could not read them with the mirror Gill was holding.
It was a truly professional job.
"Job done! And don't forget that the belt AND ITS CONTENTS belong to me
to do whatever and whenever I like." She turned me round and gave me a
long deep kiss. "Now! I reckon you owe me a meal. After all, I've spent
a lot of money on the belt, so its your turn. Come on! You'd better get
dressed. Here! Put these on!"
She handed me a pack of plain white pantie briefs. "You won't be needing
Y fronts any longer. These will be more appropriate. I suggest you put a
liner in them just to look after any drips."
I did as I was told and put the rest of my clothes back on. We headed
off to our favourite bistro. Much as I enjoyed the meal, I was
continually conscious of the belt and Gill's implied threat of almost
permanent chastity.
I managed to wait until I got home before visiting the loo. I was used
to sitting but intrigued to find that this belt had a soft extension to
the penis tube which directed urine away from the body and needed only a
brief wipe. However, Gill's suggestion of a pantie liner seemed
sensible.
While the actual belt proved comfortable and not too different from my
old one, psychologically there was a huge difference. Previously, I
always knew that in extremis I could cut the belt off. Now I knew that
nothing short of a blow torch would cut through it. Yes, I was
definitely in it long term.
Life went on much as before, seeing Gill at least twice a week. In her
flat she regularly stripped off and teased my nipples. I would
immediately feel my member trying to get hard. The pressure would build
up until, as ever, it very effectively stopped me reaching any sort of
climax.
We may have been an odd couple, but I had fallen for Gill in a big way
and I rather hoped she felt that way about me.
One day, she surprised me by saying that she had bought me some new
jeans. Mine were getting pretty tatty anyway. I was surprised to find
that she had bought me women's pull-on jeans. They had a drawstring
waist and no fly opening. As I put them on, I was aware that the flat
front seemed fine over my panties. But ironically, Gill often wore
designer jeans which had a prominent fly opening.
"They will be a visible reminder that you have nothing to hide and you
can't use flies any more."
"I guess not. You'll be buying me a bra next!"
"Well, if you had anything to put in one, I certainly would. Do you
fancy having nice breasts then?"
"I hadn't really thought about it, but if they were as nice as yours, I
would love them."
What I had not expected happened a few nights later.
"Come on! Time to strip off!" I stripped down to my panties.
"Close your eyes and put your arms out in front."
I felt her put something over my arms and pull it back over my chest.
Then felt it being done up behind my back.
"OK. You can look now."
She had taken me at my word and I found I was wearing a bra with
inserts. They looked and felt very real! From the neck down, I certainly
looked female with boobs and no visible male bits.
Until then, I had never thought what it might be like to be a girl and
suddenly found it very emotional. I still can't explain why, but I just
broke down and shook while tears rolled down my face. Gill put her arm
around me and held me tight to comfort me. Neither of us spoke for some
time.
As I slowly gathered my composure, Gill said, "I always thought you had
another, female, side to you. Maybe that's why you always wanted to
pretend you didn't have any male bits and covered them with your
chastity belt. We should explore that further."
"What do you mean? Explore it further."
"Well, right now you are wearing a bra and panties. You've got boobs and
no visible cock and balls. All you need are a few clothes and a wig and
some make up and I've got a new girl friend. Would you like that? Let's
try it anyway."
I was too stunned to object as Gill rummaged through her wardrobe and
produced a lovely print dress which seemed to fit me perfectly. And a
few minutes later was wearing a blond wig and having my face made up. I
looked in the mirror and scarcely recognised the girl looking back at
me. Was that the girl who Gill said was my other self? Her new girl
friend? She looked really pretty.
"How do you feel?" Gill asked.
"Odd. Is this what it's like to be a girl? Because if so, I'll be fine!"
"How about coming out with me to the Bistro?"
"You can't be serious! Dressed like this?"
"Of course I'm serious. I dress like that often enough. Why not you as
my girl friend?"
There was no use arguing and soon I had sandals with modest heels and a
small make up bag as we made our way to our usual table. I noticed the
waiter, who knew us from previous visits, did a quick double take but he
was too polite to comment. Otherwise, I was relieved that no one seemed
to notice.
That night, for the first time, I stayed over with Gill and learned a
lot about lesbian sex! I learned things about female anatomy which I'd
no idea about previously. I had been so infatuated with Gill that I had
not realised that she was a lesbian. Maybe that's why she enjoyed being
a Domme at the club and normally kept male members at arms length. And
maybe that's why I believed she and I were now an "item". After all, I
effectively had no cock and she had realised that she could exploit my
female side. And I got nearer to having an orgasm than ever when she
used her tongue on one of my nipples, a hand on the other and I sensed,
rather than felt, her other hand caressing the front of my belt. Bliss!
Whenever I visited her in her flat from then on she insisted that I
dress up and I quickly became confident dressing female and learned the
basics of make up and dress sense. With Gill's help. I bought a small
collection of clothes. So I it's no surprise that I much prefer that to
being a drab male.
One evening when I went to see her, I found she had a friend with her.
"Hello! This is Debbie who is an old friend of mine. She'd like to see
you dressed up and particularly wants to see the belt."
Debbie clearly approved of the belt and then it took only a few minutes
for my transformation. I wore a short-sleeved print dress over the usual
bra and panties. With Gill's help with make up and wig, I looked pretty
and presentable. Debbie made polite comments but I sensed that she was a
bit upset by Gill's efforts. The three of us went out to eat and all
through the meal I sensed Debbie's hostility. Gill seemed to ignore it
and when we were back in flat, asked me if I was going to stay over and
suggested a three-some.
By now I had realised that Debbie was also a lesbian and that she and
Gill had a long term relationship. When it came to sex, I was inevitably
the odd "man" out, but Debbie suggested they could "help" in that
direction. I had no idea what she meant by that, so chose to ignore her
remark.
A couple of weeks later, however, Debbie was again with Gill when I
visited. Gill had cooked steaks and I had consumed several glasses of
red wine. Later, I had absolutely no recollection of going to bed and
think that they might have spiked my drink as I woke up the next morning
in Gill's spare room with a headache, but also feeling sore and very
painful in my crotch. I could not investigate the latter in view of my
belt but I mentioned it to Gill and she explained that Debbie was a
nurse and would give me some pills which she said would help. Over the
next few days the pain and soreness slowly wore off but Debbie insisted
that I continue to take the pills.
I thought no more about it until several weeks later I realised that my
nipples were more sensitive than usual and that there was a slight
swelling in my chest. As usual, Gill teased me by playing with my
nipples and I told her that her actions had become almost painful. "Ah!
You remember Debbie offering to "help" after our threesome. It seems her
efforts are starting to take effect."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you once told me you would love to have breasts like mine and it
looks as though your wish is coming true. Now that you no longer have
any balls, those pills you've been taking have been helping you on your
way."
"Whatever are you telling me?"
"You've been castrated, Darling, and the pills are oestrogen so there's
nothing to stop you becoming more feminine. I'll unlock your belt for a
few moments, so you can see for yourself." I could see immediately that
not only had my balls gone, but that my cock had noticeably shrunk.
Once again, I collapsed in tears. This time my emotions were rage.
Debbie was obviously responsible for what had been done to me and Gill
had gone along with it. But I was even more annoyed with myself. I had
kidded myself that Gill and I had become an item and now she had
betrayed me. She tried to comfort me and I pushed her away but hadn't
the strength just then to stop her putting the belt back on me and
clicking it shut. I walked out of her flat without another word. I also
stopped taking the pills, but they had already done some of their work
and now the absence of my balls would do more.
It was several weeks before I saw Gill again. I was, of course,
painfully aware that I was locked into the belt and that she was the
only person who knew the combination. Eventually, I phoned and asked if
I could come and see her. "Yes. Of course! I've been wondering when I
would hear from you. Come over this evening. I'll be alone."
That was fine as I had absolutely no wish to meet Debbie again and when
I arrived Gill immediately told me that she and Debbie had split up. She
was duly contrite about what they had done to me and asked to be
forgiven. I was wary. Nothing would put the clock back, however, and I
was now a eunuch - neither male nor female. I wasn't sure I followed her
logic when she said how much more appropriate that would be when I
dressed up and that she would love me even more. In spite of myself and
everything that had happened, I knew I was still in love with her and we
finished up in her bed.
A few days later, I moved in with her and we have been together for over
two years now. Gill still acts as domme at the club which I attend with
her and I am quite proud of my modest boobs. I can hide them easily
enough when I am in "Man" mode. My little cock is always safely locked
away. It is no longer responsive but I still love it when Gill teases my
now enlarged nipples.
So what does that make me? I am a castrated and chaste male and a
transvestite. A happy lesbian transvestite? Was this really what I
wanted when I dreamt of finding a key-holder?
Fiction by Johnny Cumlately
July 2013
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