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POSTING ON THE NET by "C.C." I married Lena knowing she was into kinky sex games and rather turned on by the idea. For her part, I think Lena was attracted by my rather docile (for a guy) and adventurous nature, and the fact that I sometimes (but not always!) agreed to let her to feminize me. Over the three years of our marriage, she's introduced me to some marvelously kinky pleasures, and I think I've shown her some myself, but we never had any problems with our wild sex -- until lately. I make a lot of money as a softwear wizard for a large company, and they decided to train us all on some advanced procedures and policy at a week-long seminar several hours away. And it was just about this time that Lena and I were reading on-line about chastity devices for men! After a lot of giggling and teasing, Lena convinced me to wear one while I was away--a locking stainless steel one!. We even found a Chastity Website to post on, and I made my first post: "I will be away from my wife for several days and she thought it this would be amusing: I have been ordered to lock on this metal chastity thing and leave the keys at home. I will be away from the 'net but will post back when I return next week." Then Lena told me to add this: "I will not be allowed to unlock myself until you kind folks at this site give me permission." Just as a joke--she said! The morning I left, Lena double-checked my c-belt, to make sure it was tight and unremoveable, then she smiled at me oddly and said, "While you're away, Darling, I want you to leave your wedding ring here!" I must have looked at her stupidly, because she went on, "You know I take mine off when I'm out with the girls, and since there's no danger of you straying while you're away, I think you'll be fine without it! Who knows--" she giggled "--you might get lucky!" Well, it was an "interesting" week. And on the Friday before I was to come home, Lena called and reminded me that before she unlocked my chastity device I had to get permission! That's when I remembered what she had jokingly (I thought!) had me post at that website! Then she gave me the password to access the internet on my laptop and allowed me to post: "I'll get home from my trip Sun night or Mon AM and thought I'd ask permission in advance to unlock this thing when I get home because I am SO-ooo horny!" The response was almost immediate: "No release for you until you tell us about your week--and maybe not then!" I quickly replied: "You're kidding!?! I'm so horny now all I can think of is getting off, and I have a constant dull ache down there that disrupts my sleep. Now come ON! The trip itself had some interesting moments & I'll tell you all about them once I get some relief, but I'd really like to save myself some time by having advance clearance while I'm on my way. So hurry up & gimme permission!" The responses were quick again. But this time they were obviously laughing at me! "What'samatter hornyboy? Can'tget it out?" "Aww, poor thing, doesums wanna play with ums little pee-pee?" and "Now be a good boy and tell all of us all about your week, and then we'll decide whether to let you out--or not!" I replied: "I had no idea you'd do this to me. I won't be able to spend any real time at the board till late Saturday. That means I probably won't get your permission till Sunday Morning.... if you decide to give it! Now c'mon guys, lemme out!" There was no answer the rest of the day. Just before I left for home on Saturday morning, I posted: "HELLO? I'm still out here waiting for someone to give me permission to get out of this thing! Come ON guys, I'm really horny now!" But again, no answer. I reached home late Saturday night, exhausted from the drive and aching with frustration. Lena greeted me with a sexy smile, but when I insisted she release me, she said she'd have to explain things the next day! Tired as I was, I all but collapsed on the bed and fell into a troubled sleep. The next morning, Lena woke me by stroking my nipples. I immediately felt a surge of desire, and just as quickly, an agonizing ache in my privates as my captive penis tried to erect--and to my growing concern, Lena seemed to find this very sexy! "Mmmm," she purred, "I can't believe how turned on I am, having you back... like this!" She squirmed her nude body over mine, increasing my frustrated torment, then straddled me, slowly inching her puss up my chest towards my face. Bending over me, her ripe breasts dangling inches from my lips, she propped pillows under my head till I was at what she judged the right angle, then proceeded to settle her moist womanhood comfortably over my face! Desperately hungry for her, I set about pleasuring Lena like a woman, kissing, licking, sucking. And three times I felt her squeeze her thighs and gasp in pleasure. Finally, she raised herself up a bit, and I thought she was through--only to have her turn and settle her ripe ass firmly over my face while she slowly rode me to a fourth climax! How long she sat atop me like that, I couldn't say. My entire body ached and tingled with the prospect of quick release and even quicker penetration into my sexy wife. But when she finally rose, it was to turn and smile down at me. "Better get cleaned up after that long trip, Sweets!" she said, "And be sure to get those traces of masculine hair off your body! I want my little male lesbian girlfriend looking nice while we fill each other in about this last week!" My pleas for release were answered only by Lena's sexy giggle, and at last I hauled myself out of bed and into the shower, where I took extra time to get my body smooth and silky for my sexy wife. Then it was time for breakfast. And that's when Lena told me she'd given the keys to a man I'll call Keyholder! Keyholder is an old friend of mine from College, but we have kind of a history. Back in those more repressive days, Keyholder and I were roommates, and he was just discovering he was gay, while I was developing my interest in other kinky diversions. I also found out about that time that guys just don't turn me on! Keyholder never quite believed me, but we were good friends by that time, and tolerant of each other's feelings--though Keyholder always said I was a terrible tease. And now he had the keys to my chastity belt! "It was the only way to hold you to your promise, Sweet," Lena purred as I sat there, reeling under the news, "I knew I'd never be able to keep my hands off your little love-stick, and you did say you wouldn't get out till the nice folks at that web site gave you permission... wasn't that silly of you? So I guess you'd better do as they say!" So I quickly posted: Okay, I'm starting a report of my trip in hopes it will move someone to let me get my keys and get out of this thing! This was a week-long seminar to introduce us to some new softwear, punctuated by what they call team-building exercises. It was only a couple hours away by air, but since I wanted to try this kinky week or so in the belt (with the keys left back in my home town) I was worried about security and all, so I opted for an 8-hour drive instead and left a couple days early to visit some relatives I haven't seen in years. The device was a bit uncomfortable during the long drive, but I expected that and took frequent breaks. What is it about being locked up that makes a guy so horny? It seemed like for the whole drive I had a pleasant tingle in my privates and I was sensuously aware of my shirt stroking across my nipples! I should add here that at my wife's insistence I keep my body shaved and grow my hair long, which she says adds to the sensuous feel. Visiting relatives was outwardly rather bland, but it got my mind off my situation for a while... that is until the last night before I left when my cousin decided to watch an old movie and pulled out CHICAGO--the riot of sensuous, scantily-clad women kept me up and uncomfortable all night! So Monday started the training week, and concentrating on mastering the new softwear kept my mind off "things". For a while anyway. During the days. But I was always aware of a constant tingle that was gradually growing into an ache down there. Nights were something else. And that's what I'll write about tomorrow, but can I have my keys now? The response (there was only one!) said that this was a good start, but I was supposed to report on the whole week. And besides, it said, I wasn't "humble" enough! That really rankled. I mean, I'm a wealthy, successful guy, with a wide and fulfilling sex life (till lately!) and the idea of acting "humble" kind of got to me. But I meekly posted: Okay, the days were busy enough to distract me, somewhat, from the presence of my chastity belt, and the predicament of being locked in it without access to the keys, but the nights were another thing entirely. I didn't want to just stay in my hotel room thinking about things, so I went out after class for dinner and a few drinks (non-alcohol in my case) with others in the seminar I had got to know in class. As we sat around a quiet bar, there was one woman in particular (I'll call her Lila) who really got to me. She was in her late 30s I think, and not bad looking, but what drew me was this aura she projected of ready, good- humored sexuality. As if she'd be glad to come to my room or have me in hers... and I mean HAVE me! Of course, she seemed this way to all the guys there, so I probably wasn't being singled out, but the constant nearness of her was like a prolonged tease... particularly as it seemed she was always touching me, brushing up against me... in my frustrated state it was agony! I wasn't wearing my wedding ring, but I tried to get across with body language that I was unavailable without offending her, but I think I inadvertently ticked her off a bit. At least she concentrated on the other guys in the group and left me somewhat in peace... if you can call it that! Wednesday we had a half day off and I foolishly messaged my wife about it. She decided to have me do something crazy, which I'll try to tell about tomorrow... but in the meantime, guys, this is really no joke: LEMME HAVE THOSE KEYS! NOW! Please! Lena read this and smiled, "So you were flirting a bit, were you, Sweet??" When I protested I wasn't, she just cooed, "Poor thing, out there with your cute little package all locked up! Well, I can't blame you too much; I did a bit of flirting myself while you were gone!" I asked what she meant, but she just smiled again and said, "Reading this has got me hot. Come in here and take care of me... Girlie!" So I spent a long while as Lena's male-lesbian lover! Thrilled by my de- masculinized state, she stripped me nude (except for the c-belt of course!) put makeup on my face and had me simper and coo like a girl as we embraced, kissed, fondled and finally made love (after a fashion) with my feminized face between her legs. Hours later, exhausted and frustrated, I dragged myself back to the computer while Lena slept peacefully contented. I checked the site immediately and found a post: "Not nearly submissive enough! Before you earn the right to access your own penis, you must be properly subservient to your masters! Now tell us about the rest of your weekend!" I felt like kicking this pompous twit in the butt--or anywhere else I could reach! But I quietly began posting: Okay, Wednesday afternoon we had a half-day off, so Lena ordered me to do something she's had me try before on occasion, closer to home. I checked out area maps and found a nearby park with a large woods. It was a perfect day for it: warm and sunny, and I walked back on the trail for quite a ways into the woods, looking for what I knew I'd find eventually: a trail off the path, probably used by deer and other wildlife. As I turned down it and started walking further away from where I was likely to see anyone (or be seen!) I felt myself growing more excited till it was actually painful, and I had to stop and make myself calm down! Finally, I came out in a small clearing at the edge of a clear, deep stream. Perfect! I stood very still for a moment, looking and listening for anyone around, but this spot was well-secluded. Quickly, I stripped off my clothes: slipped out of my shoes and socks, hung my shirt and T- shirt on a tree limb, then skimmed out of my pants and tightie-whitie underpants and folded them neatly under a bush. I was nude now, except for the one thing: I couldn't take off--that damn-belt! I dipped a toe into the water: Ooo! Cold! But on a hot day like this, with me so painfully excited, it was perfect. I made myself ease into the water for a skinny-dip and swam around in the chest-deep water till I was cooled off. But once out of the water I realized I hadn't brought a towel and I had no way to dry off. So I decided to explore the woods a bit dressed just as I was....which was hardly dressed at all! It was wild, sneaking through the woods like that. I said before, Lena keeps me sort of femme-looking, and with my smooth hairless skin and longish hair, I felt like some shy wood-nymph! I crossed one arm over my chest to give the illusion of breasts and cupped the other hand down over my c-belt for modesty as I tiptoed about in the woods. I came to a walking path, and looking carefully about, decided to risk it. This was much easier on my bare feet, and I decided to follow it (carefully) to the path I came in on and then around to the deer trail that would take me back to my clothes. But I didn't realize I'd become disoriented. After about 10 minutes of tiptoeing along the path, I realized I was lost! It hit me all at once: hundreds of miles from home, no money, no clothes, no cell phone, no keys, lost in the woods nude in a chastity- belt! But even as I shivered in fear, I felt myself get painfully hard! Well, I won't tell you how long I had to search before I found my way back to the stream and my clothes, but it was a terribly nervous time! I did finally make it, though, and the next day I was back in class. And the next night was another unsettling experience. But please now. Won't you let me get my key back? Please! Exhausted, I stumbled to bed and restless, dream-filled sleep. The next day, I checked the site for replies. There were none. But on my e-mail was a note from Keyholder: "Looks like you're having a bit of trouble there, fella! Maybe if you tell everyone how meek and submissive you'll be to me, they'll let me unlock you!" As you can expect, this got me even madder! Especially after Lena saw it and purred, "Awww, and I was so looking forward to some cock tonight! I never dreamed he'd be such a martinet, dear, but maybe if you asked him real nice? No? Well, I'm going out for a bit, and meanwhile, maybe you can post something that will convince them to release you!" As Lena strolled out to her car, I noticed she still wasn't wearing her wedding ring. And I realized she hadn't given me back mine! Miserable, I reined in my anger and posted: Thursday it was back to the seminar after a truly restless night in which I kept dreaming of myself, totally feminine, lost naked in the woods. The class work was getting pretty familiar by this time and not as much help getting my mind off the growing (and growing... and growing...) ache in my confined privates. It seemed every woman I looked at was sexually intriguing, and I had to consciously keep myself from staring at the women in the room. That night we went back out to the quiet bar, the one I mentioned earlier, where the woman Lila seemed to be coming on to me (and most of the other guys there!) Only it seemed that when I discouraged her advances, Lila must have concluded I was gay, and she'd been talking about me to one of her gay co-workers! This guy was entirely too attentive to me all night, starting out with an arm across my shoulder, brushing a hand over my thigh, even stroking my neck... Now I have no problem with gays, but guys' bodies just don't turn me on. By now, though, I was so horny that the touch of this guy's hands on my body was another erotic torture! I have never felt myself aroused in such a situation before, but every time he touched me, I felt another agonizing surge inside my confining c-belt! I begged off before he got more serious, but that night I barely slept at all. Well, that brings us up to Friday when the seminar broke up, I drove home and began begging you to let me get the keys back and free myself. This has been more than two weeks now of growing frustration. Is there anything I can do to get the keys back? The reply was swift and short: "Yes! Quit pestering us! We'll give you permission when WE feel like it! Now don't bother us for a while!" and there were a couple of other comments about how I should serve Keyholder for a certain amount of time and let HIM tell everyone how sweet and subservient I had become! I was still stewing a couple hours later when Lena came back home, tired and flushed with excitement over something. But instead of talking with me, she just gave me a quick kiss (what was the perfume I smelled on her? Almost like a man's after-shave!) and went straight to the bathroom for a long hot shower, then bed and sound sleep. I wondered what sort of night out she'd had!? The next day, she seemed amused and distracted as I ranted about the situation, and when I finally wound down, she kissed me sweetly and giggled, "Well, Hon, you're the one who wanted to try this!" (I asn't! But I was too cowed and dependent upon her now to object.) "And it was you who posted on the site that you wouldn't unlock till they gave you permission. So just who do you have to blame for all this, hmmm?" "But Honey," I whined, 'I've got to get out of this! All I can think of anymore is you and your body and how good it would feel to--Urrgh!" I moaned as my swelling organ squeezed painfully inside the confining c- belt. "Poor Sweetie!" Lena cooed mockingly, standing close to me as I sat at the table, her full breasts close to my face, and mussed my hair playfully, "With your little thingie all locked up and--" She stopped suddenly as her cell phone chimed. "Hello?" she trilled, "Oh hi, Rod! No, nothing much. I.. What? Yes, it was very nice! No I can't. Really. Not today. Call you back? 'Bye now!" For the rest of the day I wondered about that call, but Lena wouldn't talk about it. Instead, she suggested I call Keyholder and ask about getting out of this. I did, and a few hours later I posted: I'm the one who locked myself up in a c-belt for a 10-day trip and reported on it when I got back, thinking you'd give me permission to get my keys and release myself. Okay I have waited as long as I can, mindful of your warning not to keep pestering you for release. My key holder was very amused when I told him of your comments (he says he doesn't monitor this site, and that's fine with me!) about things I might have to do to get my keys back-- but I won't get the key till you ok it and Lena tells him it's posted here. So come ON guys, How about it? All I can think about anymore is getting out of this damn thing! Why was ever foolish enough to put it on in the first place? Enough's enough, now let me have those keys! The replies started coming in a half hour later and continued into the next day. And you could almost hear the laughter and see the smirks there on the computer screen as they teased me about my predicament, chided me for not being submissive enough,.., and made lewd suggestions of ways in which Keyholder could take advantage of my helplessness! I emailed these to Keyholder who read them with pleasure, then sent me an e-mail, which arrived just as Lena came home, looking rather out of breath and excited once more. Once again I smelled that strong after- shave on her as she leaned over my shoulder and read Keyholder's message: Too bad they won't let you out... too bad for you, anyway! I find it kind of funny, particularly when I remember how you used to tease me in college! But don't despair, Sweetie. If they don't give me the word to let you out, perhaps I'll think of something interesting to give you a chance for release... maybe on Halloween? "My, my," Leaning over my shoulder, her full breasts rubbing the back of my neck, Lena chuckled, "This is really some mess you've gotten yourself into, Sweet! I'm just glad I can still get my goodies! And that reminds me--" she swung my swivel chair around and planted one knee between my legs. "--Get yourself femmed up, Sweetie; I feel like a session with my girlfriend tonight!" Lena was more exacting than usual that evening. While she showered, I put on makeup, styled my hair and dressed in the strapless pink silk nightie I sometimes wear. But she insisted I re-do my makeup into something sluttier, and replace my nightie with a maid's cap and apron! And in these servile scraps of apparel I had to tongue her for hours, bringing her to orgasm so many times I lost count. The intimate nearness of her was so thrilling, exciting--and painfully frustrating!--I actually felt myself falling into the role of her submissive lesbian lover! And as I drifted into exhausted, frustrated sleep, I could still taste her. Odd, though: somehow she tasted different! I spent the next morning still in that apron and cap, cheerfully cleaning up the place, cooking meals, serving Lena like a meek little maid, and enjoying the nearness of her as she lounged over breakfast in bed, or dawdled in the bath, letting me wash her back and shampoo her hair. She even insisted on calling Keyholder, and reported back to me that he was delighted with what she called my "changed attitude!" So much so that he wanted me to start cleaning HIS apartment--dressed as I was now! He still wasn't giving the key back yet, but he had some ideas about giving me a chance at Halloween! Lena reported all this in a post at the chastity site, but when I saw the responses, I waited till she was gone and made my own entry: This is really scary, guys. I mean, I got into this thing in late September, thinking I'd see what it was like to be in forced chastity for a week or so, and now it's been nearly a month and everyone is talking about personality changes and long-term denial! And my wife finds it all so amusing that I can't get permission to get the key back! Some of the suggestions on this board have really alarmed me, as much as they've intrigued my Keyholder. There's been some suggestions about embarrassing and humiliating things I might have to do just to get a chance of unlocking myself, and none of them sound very pleasant... not to ME, anyway! Halloween is coming up and I've been promised my keyholder will "think of something..." I'm not asking for my key now. I promise I won't ask again till next week. I just want you to know this is shaping up as a really scary Halloween! A week later, someone at the site asked for more details about how I was getting along, and, hoping to curry favor, I quickly replied: Sirs, I humbly thank you all for your interest in my situation, and I hope you may give some consideration to my previous requests for relief. You asked about how I'm dealing with this. Well I HATE it! Hate it !Hate it !Hate it! At work I find I can make myself concentrate on the computer work, and this provides me with some relief. The more I concentrate on work, the less I suffer and the more I get done. Boss has complimented me on my increased performance. But elsewhere it's awful! Seems like every girl I see is flaunting herself and taunting me. Nights in bed with my wife are sweet torture, Even the blank stare of a passing woman seems to me like a cruel tease. I can't watch television. Even the most ordinary shows offer some woman in a low-cut dress or just a sexy smile that causes a surge of pain! Consequently, my time away from work is spent in general dull pain that all too often turns into frustrating agony. Keyholder and my wife find all this very amusing. I may have mentioned before that although my wife got me into feminization, I'm not gay: Guys' bodies just don't turn me on. Well Keyholder IS gay, and he's had a lot of laughs lately at my predicament! When I started this, He agreed to keep the keys till I got permission from the Board to unlock myself. He has now decided that as payment for this service, I should clean his apartment once a week. Last Saturday morning found me at his place, body shaved, hair styled, face made-up, wearing nothing but high heels and that damn c-belt, doing dishes (sometimes a whole week's worth!) cleaning the bathrooms, dusting, sweeping, scrubbing while he watched... Since he knows Lena got me into feminization, Keyholder orders me to move and act in a very feminine manner, and whenever my work allows I have to keep one arm across my chest and the other hand down over my crotch, like an embarrassed girl! It's humiliating, having to act this way under his amused stare, but I have no choice. Scampering around his apartment like this, mincing at his command as he "supervises" with sly pinches and painful spanks on my bare butt--- it's humiliating! And his obvious glee and arousal at my predicament doesn't help! I said before I'm really worried about the upcoming Halloween. A lot of Keyholder's friends are throwing parties, and he's hinted about bringing me along. He's also mentioned some opportunity I'll have to get the key from him! And yesterday he was talking about some new kind of shots that would swell my smooth chest into very real-looking boobs! I don't know what he has planned, but if you tell him to give me the key, maybe he won't go through with it. So come on guys, How about it? Almost at once the board was filled with suggestions about what plans Keyholder might have for me, most of them ranging from embarrassing to downright humiliation! Then someone suggested they rank them in order of preference, and someone else asked "whose preference?" and someone else replied, Certainly not mine: "he has no right to an opinion." I fired right back: NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE AN OPINION?!?! When I think of how casually I got into this thing (I was just curious to see what it might be like to be locked up for a while!) and how it's turned out, I could kick myself--if I weren't being punished enough already! And a day later I posted: Keyholder has outlined what He's got planned for this weekend, and it seems like he's determined to trick me out someplace looking ultra- feminine and nude, in a situation where I'll have to decide between getting the key to my c-belt or getting my clothes back. He has specified that Lena must not help me, and (no surprise!) she agreed. I think she just wanted to go along with him though, and help get me out of this thing. Ultimately, I think Keyholder wants to have me BEG him to take me to a party and show me off to all his friends. I think I can out-smart him though, with a key to my car hidden someplace close and extra clothes stashed away, I won't even need Lena's help. He doesn't read these pages unless I show them to him, so I can tell you safely that I think I see an end to this. I'll let you know. The response on the board was along the lines of "We'll wait and see" with a smattering of "Don't get over-confident." A few days went by--days in which I grew increasingly horny and frustrated, and nights when I had to orally pleasure Lena over and over again while she seemed to get more and more turned on by my predicament. A few days later I was able to post: Keyholder has set up His plans for tonight, and I thought I'd fill you in on what's going to happen. I'll get off work at Noon today (Friday) and go back to my apartment, where an experienced friend of Keyholder's (this guy works in special FX makeup) will give me shots to swell out my chest chest and bottom into breasts and a shapely butt, then style my hair and make up my face. About 4PM I'll put on some baggy clothes to hide my new figure (if anyone sees me they'll just think I'm made up for Halloween) and then drive to a woods I showed Keyholder the other day. It's a secluded area where Lena sometimes liked to have me sneak about naked, like I told you about in an earlier post. Once there, I'm supposed to strip nude, hang my clothes on a limb, then hurry through the woods to a spot where Keyholder has hidden the key to this awful c-belt! If I get back before Keyholder arrives and takes my clothes, then I'm home free! Keyholder has joked about what will happen if I can't find the key, or what I might do if he takes my clothes, keys, wallet, cel-phone and leaves me out there nude and feminized. He offered me a chance to back out and just go to a Halloween party as his date, but I can't pass up this chance to get out of this. I've got one of those magnetic key boxes I can clip under my car, and figure I can leave out clothes for Keyholder to find, but keep an extra set (along with all my other stuff) locked in the car. Lena read over Keyholder's instructions, giggling and obviously trying not to laugh out loud at the thought of me sneaking through the woods nude and feminized. But she looked very interested when I told her my plan! Maybe tonight I'll finally be free of this thing! But my next post was: Sirs, I most humbly beg your pardon for not posting sooner, but I truly have had no time or access. I have been ordered to post a full account of what has happened since Friday afternoon, but I may be called away before I finish. If so, I humbly beg your pardon again, and I will finish as soon as I can, Sirs. Friday afternoon Keyholder's talented friend came to my apartment and gave me the shots that, over the next few hours, swelled my smooth chest into small but well-shaped breasts and my bottom into sexy roundness! What a strange feeling! Every time my new hooters moved, they seemed to caress my nipples, causing very intense (and unwanted!) arousal. After this, Keyholder's friend applied makeup to my face, giving me big, red lips, arched eyebrows, l-o-n-g lashes, shadowed lids and bright pink cheeks. I looked ultra-feminine and a bit silly, especially when he moussed my hair, pulled it up tight, then gathered it on top in a tight pink ribbon, giving me a bizarre top knot like some Dr Suess character! Lena looked on approvingly. I said before she's into feminizing me, but I'd never looked anything like the bizarre creature I saw in the mirror after Keyholder's friend finished with me! Smooth skin, big titties, almost a caricature of a female face, and that punk hair-do. And between my legs the humiliating tiny c-belt that caused all my problems. Seeing myself like this sent a fresh wave of arousal through me, and I groaned in pain as I thought of myself sneaking through the woods like this. As soon as Keyholder's friend left, I dressed in baggy old clothes, and with Lena cheering me on, got from my apartment to my car without any neighbors seeing me. By now it was after 4PM and as I drove through traffic, if anyone noticed my look they probably thought I was made up for Halloween. I got to the woods, parked. I'm being called away. PLEASE forgive me Sirs, and I'll be back as soon as I can. The reason for that interruption was Lena calling me to her bedroom just to giggle at my new appearance and get another "love session" from her "lesbian slave"--me! But finally, after repeated orgasms, she tired, fell asleep and I was able to get back to the wesbsite: Sirs, Once again I humbly beg your pardon for being so long getting back, but my loving wife Lena needed me and Keyholder, besides ordering me to post this, has kept me really busy. I arrived at the parking lot near the woods as arranged with Keyholder. As I said before, I was wearing loose clothing to hide my feminized figure, but I had another change of clothes in the car, along with my wallet, keys, cell phone etc. and I had a spare car key in a magnetic box clipped inside the wheel well. Keyholder had not arrived at the site yet (or at least I didn't see Him!) and I had hopes of perhaps retrieving the key before He arrived. I walked a short distance into the woods, then stripped nude, as per instructions and left my clothes hanging on a tree limb, right out in plain view. Then I headed deeper into the woods for the spot where my key was. Ooo! I told you Lena has had me sneak naked through the woods before for a kinky thrill, but never like THIS! My new breasts kept swaying and jiggling, and the cool breeze tickled my nipples, causing waves of agonizing arousal. Knowing I looked so bizarrely ultra-feminine was another bizarre thrill, and added to that was the anticipation of getting the key back and relieving myself at last. So you can imagine how painfully excited I was as I carefully crept through the chilly woods, fearful of being seen but incredibly excited as well. Finally I reached the tree where my key was supposed to be hidden. There was an envelope I opened eagerly with my red-nailed fingers (did I forget to mention the false nails, Sirs?) and inside was just a note: THE KEY WAS HIDDEN IN YOUR CLUTTERED GLOVE BOX THE DAY YOU LEFT Damn! All this time I could have unlocked myself, if only I'd known! Lena must have hidden it in my car even before I went on the trip that started all this, just in case I ran into trouble! But then why did she tell me Keyholder had it? No time to worry about that now. I quickly, carefully snuck back towards my car. Along the way, I passed the tree where I'd hung my clothes, and another shiver went through me as I saw they were gone! I hugged myself for warmth (and to keep those damn breasts from jiggling!) as I snuck even more carefully now towards the parking lot. What if it WASN'T Keyholder who took my clothes--if there was someone else there?! I quivered at the thought even as another wave of painful excitement went through me. Sirs, can you imagine my feelings when I finally got to the parking lot- -and my car was gone! I just crouched there, petrified, staring at the empty space. Car gone! Clothes gone! Wallet, ID and plastic gone! And the precious key to my c- belt! The awfulness of my fix got me dizzy just thinking about it! I was stuck out here, nude, feminized and locked up! Sirs, I must humbly beg you to forgive me, but Keyholder has called me away again. I will try to post more tomorrow, Sirs. THE NEXT POST. TWO DAYS LATER: Sirs, Keyholder has told me once again to apologize for being so slow getting this out. He also said I should have put more detail into the last post. He says I should have told how the chilly air felt on my smooth, naked skin, how the leaves and bushes stroked across my shapely new boobs, tickling my nipples..., the constant ache in my trapped privates, the hot embarrassment of looking like I did--and the sick, dizzy feeling in the pit of my tummy when I found my car gone! Keyholder also says I should tell everyone how lucky I am to have such a thoughtful Keyholder, who hid the key to my c-belt where I could get it in an emergency, but didn't tell me where it was. And who saw that my car might be stolen in that parking lot and was nice enough to have a friend drive it to a safe place. "As soon as I picked up the clothes you left hanging, and saw there were no key in them ,I knew you'd done something stupid, like leaving your car key 'hidden' where anyone could find it! Wasn't it sweet of me to look after all your things for you while you're all naked and femmish?" It turned out Keyholder hid my cel-phone under some leaves, which I discovered when he called me. I first demanded he return my car, or I'd charge him with theft, but he pointed out I had no proof and said how sweet I'd look sitting in a Police Station like this and filling out forms--before they locked me up! Then I told Keyholder he had to bring me some clothes. It was getting late, and cooling off. "It's cold out and I-I'm naked!" I squeaked. Keyholder laughed at this so long that finally I was begging him to get me out of this and promising to do anything he wanted if only he'd be good and kind enough to help me. It was only after I swore to be his sweet and obedient little date at the Halloween Party--dressed as Eve!--that Keyholder agreed to come and get me. That party was the most nerve-wracking, humiliating event of my life, even though Keyholder's friends were nice folks and probably thought I looked like this because I wanted to. Keyholder sticky-glued fig-leaves over my nipples and crotch ansd struck some flowers in my hair. Then he ordered me to mince about with exaggerated feminine mannerisms, keep one arm across my breasts and a hand down over my privates in a coy "modest" pose, and tell everyone how wonderful Keyholder is, how much I love him, and how sweet he is to let me be with him like this! I was too cowed, too frightened to disobey, so I obediently simpered about, nude and feminized, smiling all the time. The folks there had different reactions. Some simply weren't interested in a feminized guy and ignored me. Others were fascinated by my appearance and kept stroking my smooth, bare skin, jiggling my titties (Oh! The awful arousal that caused in my trapped privates!) and fondling my tiny c-belt. There were two lesbians there who thought I was cute, and a couple of dykes who took my appearance as a personal insult to womanhood. After we'd been there a couple hours, a guy who'd come dressed in a long black robe asked me if I wanted something to wear. I looked at his robe enviously, and said yes. Someone brought out a pale blue garter, an old white silk mini-half-slip that didn't even cover my bottom, and applied new makeup to my face. One of the nice lesbians stepped out of her high heels and loaned them to me. Then they told Keyholder I was ready. He smiled at my new appearance as I asked what they meant. "Don't you get it?" He asked. "Something old, something new, something borrowed..." Sirs, I just got a message from Keyholder telling me to stop this here so he can check it. Sirs, please accept my humble apologies for not finishing, and I will try very hard next time, Sirs THE NEXT POST: Sirs, Keyholder said I should thank you all for your kind responses and suggestions. He also faulted me again for a lack of detail in my last post. There were some things people did to me at the party I didn't mention because I was just too embarrassed. Keyholder specifically said I should have told you that the pale blue lace-trimmed elastic garter they gave me went around BOTH my legs, just above the knees, hobbling me into a mincing, hip-swishing gait. He also said he wished I could convey the look of helpless shock on my face when I learned I was dressed like this for my wedding! And the next shock at seeing my wife Lena looking on, grinning with amusement! She put an apple in my mouth and made me bite down on it, effectively ball-gagging me as I was led to the makeshift altar, stood (or rather half-crouched, covering myself with my arms!) next to Keyholder and asked if I swore to love, pleasure and obey. I nodded helplessly. Then Keyholder swore to rule, command and control me. Everyone cheered as he took my mostly-naked femmed-up body in his arms and kissed me passionately. Despite the fact that I still insist I'm not gay, the feel of his arms around me gave me the most painful attempted hard-on yet, and I squirmed my nude body in his embrace, feeling his manly clothed arms on my bare flesh After that, I was stripped of my wedding finery and naked once more (except for the c-belt!) we formed a receiving line. Only I had to stand bent over with my back to everyone and while they hugged and congratulated Keyholder, they took delight in slapping my helpless bare bottom! By this time I was begging Keyholder to get me out of there, and he very kindly took me back to his apartment, where I spent the weekend as his new bride, pleasing and pleasuring Keyholder in every way he could think of. By that time I was willing to do anything just to get out of that feminine get-up and get some clothes back, so I made sure I was a very eager and pleasing "bride" for my new "husband." Sunday night I was at last returned to my own apartment where I was at last able to remove my makeup, un-style my hair, and cover my femmish body and new breasts...and provide more feminine love-making to my real wife Lena, who seemed equally amused and aroused by my feminized predicament! Yes, the chastity belt stayed on. Lena still thinks it's really funny and Keyholder now says he's not sure if he'll ever take it off me; He says it depends on how our "married life" goes! Sirs, I don't know if it will convince him or not, but if enough of you suggest it very strongly, perhaps my new husband will consent to release me at last. Please, Sirs? a loving wife now, crayle THE NEXT POST - two weeks later Sirs, My darling husband ordered me not to bother anyone at this site until I further notice, but just today he said I may tell you about this recent weekend. I spent Friday Night to Sunday night once again as Keyholder's eager bride,with my face made up, hair styled, and still sporting the shapely breasts and bottom--kept nude (except for the c-belt and a pair of high heels) feminized and forced to scamper about with my arms in that "shy- maiden" pose whenever I wasn't cleaning, cooking, serving or pleasuring my "Husband." Friday and Saturday night we had friends over, and Keyholder ordered me to show off all the new tricks he's taught me. It was humiliating how everyone laughed and whistled! Even worse, Sunday one of the guests came back with a "surprise." It was an even smaller c-belt! I had to soak in ice-cold water to get my equipment shrunken down to fit in this thing, and now my package is shamefully tiny! I don't need special orders now to keep one hand down over my crotch because I hate for anyone to see how small I am down there now! While I served coffee, my Husband and his friend discussed how I might be made to look more feminine. Keyholder doesn't want to give me hormone treatments since that would decrease my sex drive, but he's thinking about more shots to swell out my breasts and bottom. His ultimate objective, he says, is for the two of us to vacation at a nude beach, with me passing for female! Sirs, Keyholder still says he'll think about releasing me if enough posters suggest it, so how about it guys? Otherwise, it seems I'll be spending more and more time in feminized frustration as Keyholder's "bride!" THE NEXT POST - three weeks later Sirs, Keyholder ordered me apologize if my postings here have caused anyone any inconvenience or annoyance. I must also thank everyone for your kind interest and thoughtful suggestions. He also ordered me to ask you very humbly for any more suggestions you might have. He says this weekend I can expect to go out with him at a bar where I will act very loving with Him and discuss my tiny useless equipment with strangers there. Keyholder says as long as people like you are "entertained" by my predicament, I can expect it to continue, but He will have to keep finding new ideas to keep it "entertaining." I also humbly thank you for reminding me how I foolishly got myself into this in the first place, and how it has gone from an interesting experiment to a new way of life for me. Some of you asked about the "new tricks", Keyholder taught me. They are mostly things I can do with my lips and tongue to increase my "husband's" pleasure, and a way of rolling my hips when he takes me from behind. Keyholder says He may have me show this off for His friends and mine. There is one other thing and that involves an organic menthol body lotion which I rub over His body with a huge sponge held in my mouth. As some of you indicated, my mindset is becoming very submissive. It is second nature to me now to walk around with the shy pose and exaggerated feminine mannerisms that amuse Him. The only problem I have is when I see an attractive woman (which seems like about a hundred times a day!) and I remember how once I would have come on to her as a man. A feeling of total, trapped, humiliating helplessness sweeps over me at these times! Lena seems to be spending more and more time with other men (or women!) and when she sees me now, it seems she can barely keep from laughing, and she keeps wondering if the feminine thing I am could really have been her husband--and I shiver at the way she says it in the Past Tense! Keyholder has promised me that this weekend I will be showing off my new belt to several friends and total strangers, and I will obey your thoughtful order to offer them the same services I give to my loving "husband." Thank you all very humbly, Crayle THE NEXT POST - three days later Sirs, Keyholder has ordered me to give you a report on the weekend. As usual, Keyholder had me come over Friday right after work. I had to strip down outside his apartment, fold my clothes in a neat pile held straight out, and then ring the bell, standing there wearing nothing but my (embarrassingly tiny!)c-belt. It seemed like ages till he opened the door, and then he simply took the clothes from my outstretched arms and closed the door in my face! You can imagine how helpless I felt standing out there in the hall, trying not to make any noise, hoping no one would come along, and how grateful I was when Keyholder finally let me in. Once inside, I was once again Keyholder's "wife" for the weekend. I won't go into the details of my appearance except to say my "husband" is making me look increasingly feminine and keeping me nude except for the c-belt. In this state I had to fix dinner, then clean up, then retire to the bedroom for more lessons in pleasing my "husband." Saturday I spent the morning cleaning the apartment so it would look nice when Keyholder's buddies came by to watch the game. When I complained of how messy the place got in just a week, Keyholder suggested that I might stay over one or two nights a week to keep the place looking nice--and keep Him happy! When the Guys came over, I spent the afternoon and early evening serving them, still nude and trying to cover myself with my hands. I obeyed Mr. Throne's instructions and told them all I would be willing to do anything for them as I do for my Husband, but fortunately for me, they respect Keyholder's wish for an exclusive relationship, and all I only had to endure gropes and fondlings on my mostly-naked body. They seemed especially amused by the small size of my c-belt, holding my trapped privates between their fingers and telling me I was better off having a tiny thing like this locked up where I couldn't use it. I'm so horny that even though I'm not gay, the touch of their hands on my body got me painfully aroused! Of course they noticed my frustration and it only increased their amusement! After the game, someone suggested we go out to a bar, and to my vast relief Keyholder allowed me to get dressed. I will tell about the rest of the weekend tomorrow, Sirs, but meanwhile won't someone tell Keyholder to let me out of this thing? Please, I'm so horny!!! Your obedient servant, crayle THE NEXT POST--ONE DAY LATER: Sirs, Everyone decided we should go out to a bar, and Keyholder kindly allowed me to wear jeans, loafers and a baggy sweatshirt. There was some talk of hitting a well-known leather bar, but to my vast relief we went to a more sedate gay-themed place. Once there, we sat at a table near the bar, and one of Keyholder's buddies, Throne, noticed a woman standing at the bar. She seemed a bit out of place, but Throne said her name was Carol and she came sometimes to see her brother play in the band, a quiet jazz ensemble. Then Throne said that since I always told everyone I was straight, I should prove it by going up and hitting on her! Everyone laughed at the notion, and Keyholder ordered me to do it and added, "But any question she asks, you must answer truthfully." When I approached the bar and asked Carol if I could buy her a drink, she looked a bit surprised (I guess she didn't expect to get hit on at a place like this!) and when she looked closer and saw that I was still wearing the makeup and hairstyle Keyholder makes me assume as His "wife" she seemed intrigued and let me buy her a drink. Not knowing what else to do, I told Carol I found her very attractive. She seemed amused by this and asked if I was trying to "straighten out." When I told her I AM straight, she asked if I was here on a bet or something, or trying to make fun of the others here and their life- style. Remembering Keyholder's order, I blushingly told Carol that I was straight, but had experimented with a chastity belt and got myself stuck like this at the command of Keyholder, who had made me his "wife." Carol said "That explains the makeup and hair, but I still don't believe you're straight." and she insisted I take her over to our table, where she said Hi to Keyholder and Throne and was introduced around. Then Keyholder told Carol more about me, and she said she'd like to see my c- belt! To my utter shame, Keyholder ordered me to lower my trousers, then take them off completely so Carol could see the tiny chastity device I was locked up in. Carol tried to hold it and inspect it closer, but my baggy sweatshirt got in the way, and Keyholder told me to take that off as well! I was standing there in a gay bar, nude except for that embarrassingly tiny c-belt! And to emphasize my shame, Keyholder made me assume that "shy maiden" pose, with one arm across my chest and a hand down at my crotch. Once she got a look at my feminized appearance, Carol laughed outright. "You said you were a straight guy," she said, fondling my tiny lock-up, "But I'm not sure you're a guy at all! How could any real guy fit inside this little thing? And no straight guy would let another man do this to him!" "But I am!" I insisted, standing there almost nude, locked up and looking incredibly un-masculine, "I'm a guy, I tell you! A straight guy! I AM!" This brought roars of laughter from the table, but then the owner came over and said I was creating a disturbance and I was Dressed inappropriately. I looked around for my clothes, but Throne or someone had hid them! The owner said I had to leave unless I put something on, and Throne suggested I could wait out in the parking lot till they finished their drinks! I begged Keyholder not to make me do this, and he said he'd get me something to wear. Which is how I finished the night in an apron serving at tables! It was galling: me, a successful professional man, smiling and serving and obliging anyone who asked to see my c-belt. I got sick of constantly hearing how small it is--I KNOW how small it is!! And I know how frustrating it is, and how helpless it makes me feel! I have to spend two evenings a week at Keyholder's apartment now, as well as all weekend. He has allowed me to move a few clothes into his closet, but I don't get to wear them while in his apartment, where he still treats me as his "bride." But now I have one last chance to get free!!! Keyholder and Lena said that if I posted my story on Fictionmania, and if enough of you kind people suggested it, they will consider removing this awful c-belt! But they warn me that if not enough of you tell him to let me out--or if you suggest some other things!--I may regret this offer. But I must take the chance. It seems to be the only way of stopping my awful slide down this rabbit hole of feminine frustration and servitude Please Sirs, won't someone tell Keyholder to let me out of this?