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I don't know why it attracted me so much; I mean I had never even thought about it before. But now, it was the only thing on my mind. Maybe it was because I was single now. The divorce from my wife had been hard, but we both knew our marriage was over and we no longer loved each other. So now I was single and available to go after as many women as I wanted. Sex would not be something that was rationed to only when she felt like it. After the divorce was final, I had vowed to try new and exotic sex, since all I had known was vanilla, typical positions, and little if no fantasy or role-play. I had gone to bars looking to meet women, and then to online dating sites. I had met women both ways and even found a few to have sex with, but it still seemed vanilla, and I wasn't really looking for a relationship. Wanting something different, I began to surf the net and look at every possible variation. Bondage and discipline or dominance and submission were poplar now and seemingly popped up everywhere. It was certainly different and wild, but looking into it I didn't get the thrill I expected. I know it was unusual and I could see where it might accentuate sex, but it didn't seem what I was after, so I kept looking. Cross-dressing was a possibility; it seemed it was also very common, more than you might expect. Even with the explosion of trans and gender variation, most people still kept it a secret or at least private. I bought a pair of panties to see if would light me up. I did like the feel, but it wasn't the over the top explosion I wanted. I even considered gay sex. It was more accepted now too, but for a straight guy it still seemed pretty taboo. Problem was I didn't find guys attractive, not like a woman for sure. Maybe being forced to suck a guy or let him take your ass would be hot, but it wasn't ringing any bells for me. Then one night I came across a site that hit a nerve. I got hard immediately and the more I looked the hotter I got. I finally had to pull out my cock and masturbate. This was what I was looking for, something that would fire me up like the first time I had sex with a woman. Seeing what the scene was all about made me laugh, the irony of it really struck me, but it still made me hotter than anything else. So I did some research and order a few things online. When the package showed up, I was as thrilled as a kid on Christmas morning. I opened it and immediately tried it on. The thrill was more than I expected but I soon realized I had a problem. Back online I went, looked around for a solution and ordered more. Again the thrill was there when I opened the package, but despite my best efforts it just wouldn't work for me. I was totally bummed out; maybe this wasn't what I was looking for. Trying to ignore it, I kept looking for other thrills, but nothing matched it and I kept coming back to this variation as what I needed. Only it wouldn't work for me, or more specifically my cock. Because what sent me over the edge, was sexual chastity achieved by putting my cock in a metal device with a lock. The idea of locking my cock away, so my orgasms would not be under my control, made me so excited it was criminal. The only problem was I couldn't find a design that would work for me. Apparently, my cock and balls were so small when I was soft that there wasn't a chastity device that would stay on. I could use a belt, but for me a big part of the thrill of being in chastity was seeing my penis imprisoned. If it was behind a metal belt the thrill wasn't there. I mean maybe I could get my cock pierced but that was permanent and I had read too many horror stories about infections, tear outs, etc. About to give up, I started going to chastity sites and asking if others had this problem and how could I overcome it. The few replies I received didn't offer a real solution. Just when I was about to move on, I got a message from one of the sites that I had posted on. The email was brief, but to the point. The sender, Tight Fit Control, said they had developed an adjustable ring. It was made of small sections hooked together. Each section could be individually tightened so that you wound up with less of a circle but more of a wavy band that conformed exactly to the wearer's dimensions. There would be no way even small balls and cock could slip out. The rub was that to achieve the perfect control required a hands-on fitting, as the sections were adjusted using a unique wrench that the seller wasn't eager to provide to the general public. The good part was that there was no extra charge for the fitting, as long as you came to the seller's location. The photos and description looked exactly like what I wanted and the price was fair too. The email provided a contact phone number. I quickly recognized the area code as mine, which meant the seller, was nearby. I was hesitant but intrigued so I emailed them back with several questions. After several email exchanges, I got one that said if I was really interested to just call and make an appointment, otherwise move on to something else. The last line stated that they guaranteed satisfaction and I would get a full refund if they didn't provide complete control. I was now faced with my dilemma: could I allow someone else to handle my cock and lock it up? I had always been sensitive about my size, not so much my cock, but my balls were very small. My cock was tiny too, when soft, but when erect it stretched into the average size range. It had been good enough for my wife, and other girls I had sex with, but I knew I would be embarrassed by being exposed in front of the fitter. Finally I took the plunge and made the call. It was answered by a sweet feminine voice who cheerfully said she was Angela from Tight Fit. She asked all the right questions and told me the location which was in a nearby city about 15 miles away. I asked if she needed any measurements, but she assured me they had enough sizes to cover the whole range of possibilities. She gave me a couple of options about date and time and I hesitated. Finally I decided what the heck, satisfaction was guaranteed. So I picked the next opening, Thursday at 5 PM, just four days from now. She asked me for a reservation name, and whispered that it didn't need to be mine, as long as I paid in cash. I gave her a pseudonym I had used in chat rooms before, and I was about to hang up, when she asked one last question: I was smooth down there, correct? I mumbled out a negative response, to which she cheerily said they had an arrangement with a local salon that would do the waxing of that area discretely. What I needed was a typical Brazilian wax. They needed smooth skin to be sure that the fit was perfect. I almost called it off, but she assured me it was worth it, gave me the number and said to use the same name as the reservation. She would alert the salon that I would call. She finished by saying she looked forward to meeting me. When I hung up I was both anxious and excited. I had not been sure about this, but I would feel much better if a woman was doing my fitting. It took me a day to finally decide to go ahead and make the salon appointment. Again, a nice woman's voice answered, but this time it had an Asian accent. She took my reservation, gave me directions and I was set. The time for my appointment was only a few hours before my meeting with Tight Fit. The next few days went by as slow as if time was going backwards. But finally it was Thursday. I got my cash and dressed casually in jeans and a dress shirt. I decided to leave early and drove by the Tight Fit Control location first. It was a modest house off of a main street. The area was obviously transitioning from a residential to commercial zone and several houses were now occupied by businesses. The house at the address I was given looked like any other house, and other than a small sign on the front, TFC, Inc., there was no indication that it was a business establishment. I immediately felt better, as it was private enough but yet in a definite commercial location. Satisfied, I drove to the salon. It was in a small strip mall, with a sign out front advertising nail work and waxing. I parked to the side, and taking a minute to build up my courage, headed inside. I had to clear my throat but quietly told the receptionist that I had an appointment for Jordan Clark. She quickly looked at her computer screen, and obviously found my name. Smiling she looked to the back and told Nhu that her three o'clock was here. I was trying to be relaxed, but was starting to get nervous. Before I could change my mind, the technician came to the front. She was short in stature with delicate features, and dressed in a colorful coordinated pants and tops outfit, sort of like hospital scrubs. She smiled and motioned me to follow her. We went to a small room in back. It had only a bench and a small table with several supplies. Now that we were alone, I really began to get uncomfortable. She didn't seem to notice and sort of waved in my direction. Not sure what to do, I hesitated, so she spoke up, in broken English. "Clothes off, all clothes off, please, up on flat." When I started to unbutton my shirt, she smiled and nodded her head, pleased that I understood what she wanted. I quickly peeled out of my shirt, slipped off my shoes, and pulled down my pants. She had stood there looking at me the whole time and when I paused, she pointed at my briefs and repeated all, all, several times. I did as she asked and when I was nude, she waved me up on the bench. As I crawled up, she put a small pillow under my head and turned to get some items from the side table. I was totally embarrassed, both by her insensitivity to my undressing and how small my cock had shriveled up in the air conditioned room. But she didn't even look at my face when she turned back. She applied a gooey wax solution to the hair above my cock, spreading it with a wooden tongue depressor. This was quickly followed by a strip of cloth which she rubbed into the wax and hair. Once it had set and the wax hardened, she pulled off the cloth with a quick motion, hitting me with a wave of pain. I was prepared for it, however, and managed to only let out a light squeak of anguish. In any case, Nhu paid me no attention and worked steadily removing all the hair from above my cock and then off of it and my ball sack. I could see her making progress and was heartened by the knowledge she almost had it all removed. But just as I thought the process was over, Nhu started applying the wax to my thigh. Rising up on my elbows, I got her attention, motioning to my genital area with one hand. "What are you doing? I just need this area here. Not the legs. Just here." I wasn't sure if she understood, but she did stop and looked at me. "Do all. You for TFC, yes? TFC, do all." As she spoke, she motioned up and down my body and even lightly grabbed my chest hair. She obviously knew who I was getting waxed for and must have known what they required. The lady on the phone had mentioned a Brazilian wax, but maybe that was only part of it. So not sure what else, to do, I let Nhu proceed. The whole process took an hour and a half. She was very thorough, leaving me only my eyebrows and the hair on my head when she was done. I knew I was running short on time, so I dressed and paid using a credit card as the bill was more than I expected, but given how much she hair she had removed it seemed more than reasonable. Heading out the door, I quickly drove to the TFC location, inwardly glad that I had found it earlier. When I knocked on the door, it was already past 5 o'clock. There was no response to my first knock, so I looked around and found a small doorbell off to the side. Again, I waited and no one came. I was about to get worried when finally, the door opened. Standing there was a man about 6'2", average in build, with short hair and a full goatee, both in dark brown. He looked me up and down, as if he were totally puzzled by my appearance. He made no effort to speak, so I spoke up. "Hello, I'm Jordan Clark. I have an appointment at 5, perhaps it's with Angela. I spoke with her on the phone." "Angela works at the phone service that I use. I'm Bernard, the owner of TFC. So you're here to be fit with a chastity device?" He said it so matter of fact that it made me blush. Plus I was disappointed that it wasn't going to be Angela. I had fantasized how our meeting might go. "Yes, I saw your ad and we exchanged emails." "Okay, come on in. I wasn't sure you'd show up, especially since you were late. I get a lot of no-shows, once men think more about it." "Well it took me longer at the waxing salon than I expected. I didn't realize they were going to do so much." "So much, all we needed was to remove the hair around your genitals. You didn't by chance have a small Vietnamese lady?" "Err, yes." "Did she speak in broken English?" "Yes she did." He smiled at this point and laughed. "That must have been Nhu. She is fluent in English, in fact was born here. But she knows what the customers referred to her by TFC are getting. She has a habitat of sizing men up and if you seem submissive, which is often the case for guys into chastity play, she will go ahead and try to wax your whole body. She knows most won't object. If you don't argue enough, then she figures you deserve it. The broken English is just to make you less likely to try to reason with her. Nhu's smart enough to realize a whole body wax pays three times what she'd charge for a Brazilian wax. But don't worry; Nhu is typically very astute about these things. Well come on in and I'll get you fixed." I was feeling uneasy now, it was demoralizing to think I had been hoodwinked so easily. But I followed the man inside. I looked around quickly and was surprised at the interior. I had expected the layout of a house for sure, but expected it to be furnished like an office or a medical building. But the room we entered looked like a typical living room, with a couch, TV, and a couple of easy chairs. I could see a kitchen through a door at the rear of the room, and to the side was hall which looked like it led to a bathroom and likely some bedrooms. But the man headed toward a door next to the one to the kitchen. Opening it revealed a set of wooden stairs and he turned to indicate that was where I was to go. "Do you have your payment?" I fished out the cash and gave it to him. He quickly counted it and nodded his head that it was the correct amount. "Go on upstairs. Disrobe at the top, you can use the chair for that and hang your clothes on the hooks above the chair. Once you are undressed, just go on in the room to the left and wait for me. I'll be up shortly." I swallowed and hesitated briefly. This was not at all what I expected, but I quickly realized it was too late. Plus I was still excited about getting a device that fit. So I headed up the stairs. As I did so, he shut the door. At the top, I found the small wooden chair and hooks he had mentioned. I quickly shed my clothes, this time not hesitating at all in removing my underwear. I put everything on hooks, except my underwear which I laid on top of my shoes. The room to the left was open and it was almost as bleak as the room where I was waxed. In the middle was an odd looking bench, but I quickly recognized it as one that was used by a gynecologist, as it had two extensions at the front with metal stirrups at the end. There was also a couple of shelves holding cardboard boxes of various sizes and a small chair with wheels, like you would see at a doctor's office. I thought about getting on the table, but decided to wait until the man returned to be sure. After standing there a few minutes, I heard the door at the bottom of the stairs open followed by heavy footsteps. Soon the tall man with the goatee reappeared carrying a small wash basin. Entering the room, he looked me over quickly but said nothing. Motioning to the table, he broke into a grin. "Up, up, up on the flat." He laughed heartily, knowing I had heard that earlier from Nhu. My face flushed immediately, as embarrassment swept over me, but I compiled with his order and got on the bench. He looked at me as I settled in. "Slide down toward the edge and put your legs through the straps and into the stirrups." I moved forward, lifting my legs to put them first through a wide elastic band that went across the middle of each leg support and then wiggled my foot into each stirrup. Looking up at him, he motioned for me to come closer to the edge, so my butt was almost hanging off. He then reached down and lifted up each leg support, tightening the elastic band around my leg as he did so. "Go ahead and lean back. You don't have a problem with putting your arms above your head do you?" I shook my head no, that it wasn't a problem as I lay back on the bench. He proceeded to put an elastic band over my mid-section and had me slip my arms into a double band, one in each side, which was attached at the top of the bench. He then tightened each band. "This will keep you still while I fit your device. There are several delicate stages that can be messed up if you move around. I'll release your hands after the first stage, though." He said this with a smile, but I was feeling real uneasy now. He moved to the end of the bench and loosening a large nut, swung each leg support out to the side. I was now spread wide open, with my cock and balls hanging out slightly over the edge of the bench. He tightened the nut again to lock the supports in this spread position. At this point, he sat in the chair and rolled forward between my legs. While he did so, he put on a pair of black surgical gloves. Using a small cloth tape he took a couple of quick measurements, and examined my cock and ball sack. I had to stop watching him at this point, as my embarrassment was overtaking me. What had I been thinking? He continued to fondle me and then slipped an elastic band, about 2 inches wide, around the base of my cock. Pulling my balls and cock toward him, he tightened the band so they were separated from my body. Finishing his exam, he stood up and went to one of the shelves where he picked out a small box, which he put on a narrow shelf attached at the side of the bench. He continued over to the basin he had carried up from downstairs and picked out a white sack like object. He brought that over to me, placed it so it surrounded my cock and balls and then stretch a strap around each thigh so it remain pressed tightly against my crotch. I could feel the cold instantly, and a look of concern crossed my face. As he stood up, he saw my reaction. "This is one reason I restrained your hands. I need to shrink you to your smallest possible size to fit your device. Nothing works as well as a cold compress, but it can be a bit uncomfortable. So I need to make sure that you can't remove it while I'm gone. I'll be downstairs for a few minutes so just try to relax." With that he left the room, peeling off his gloves before shutting the door. A mild wave of panic swept over me as I realized how totally vulnerable I was. No one knew I was here. The answering service had no record of my real name and the ladies at the waxing salon only knew I was planning on coming, not that I was actually here now. My heart was racing and the cold was getting to be quite painful. I tried to remember if I had heard about damage on genitals from extreme cold. As my mind tumbled around, I tried to pull my arms free, without success. By now my cock and balls were numb. I could feel nothing but a throb or dull ache. Just as I was about to go critical, the door swung open and the man reappeared. He was putting another pair of latex gloves on, and smiled at me. "Starting to get worried? It seems longer than it really is, but I'm sure the cold has done the trick." He came over released my arms and sat back on his stool. Rolling close again, he removed the compress. I could only vaguely feel him touch me and his manipulation of my genitals was below my line of sight. I did feel him remove the band and slide something else around the base in its place. He was concentrating now, and I could feel him fiddling with the band, as if he were tightening small bolts. The work continued for several minutes; he was moving it around or pulling on me as he worked. The feeling had started to return to my cock and balls, making them burn a bit as they warmed up. Finally, I could feel him slip a cage over my cock as he maneuvered my cock head into the device. A soft click like the sound of a lock was followed by a couple more adjustments with this wrench. Finally he, pushed back on his stool and stood up. Coming to my side, he undid the waist restraint. "You can sit up now. I think I have a good start on it. Take a look if you want." I sat up and peered down between my outstretched legs still restrained in their stirrups. My cock was now imprisoned as I had dreamed of, an open cage holding it tight against the steel band behind my balls which were stretched taut between two metal rings. Of course, I had seen similar sights before only to have one of my small balls slip behind the ring, or if I had a very tight ring, then turn purple as the blood flow was cut to them. I couldn't help but smile though, as maybe this whole thing would be worth it. Seeing my smile, the man looked at me. "That's what you want isn't it? Well I think I have the cock band fine- tuned so everything will stay in place. The ability to adjust sections of the band lets me bring the left lower side up against your ball. That is probably where you've slipped out before. I've done enough of these now, that I can sort of eyeball how tight to make it without cutting off circulation, but we need to allow it to remain in place for a few minutes to be sure. Are you thirsty? I can bring you a soda or water while you wait?" "Yes, please, water would be nice. Your right, I've gotten it to this stage before, but somehow that left nut slips out no matter what. Have you got it locked, I don't see a padlock?" "Oh that's another special feature of this design; the lock is built into the band. When you slide the cage over the penis, the bottom nub fits in a slot and so does the top one. They lock automatically and are released when you insert and turn the key in the opening at the side. I think I saw what you are talking about with that left testicle, but I should have it secure as well, but let's give it some time. I'll be right back with your drink." He got off the stool and made his way out of the room. I could hear him going down the wooden stairs. I immediately grabbed the device now holding my cock. It felt secure and even after a couple of vigorous tugs, nothing slipped out. I was becoming more and more excited, not regretting any humiliation I had experienced so far. This might be my dream come true. I soon heard the steps again, and he came in the room, handing me a cool bottle of water. I took a couple of swigs, just now realizing how thirsty I really was. The man went over to one of the shelves and shuffled some items around. I continued to look at my cock in its new cage, my smile getting wider and wider. The man came back around in view, stepping to my side. I could see he had his black gloves on again. "Go ahead and take another drink if you need to, I think we can go ahead and do the last part. This is another delicate step, so I'm going to have to secure you again. But it will only be for a minute or two. I just about have you totally secure." I had no hesitation this time, finishing the water and handing him the bottle as I lay back down. He secured my waist band and arm restraints as before, then proceeded to the stool, taking his position between my legs. He took ahold of my cock and pulled it a little, rubbing the skin of my ball sack. Smiling he looked up at me. "Seems to be perfect, there is no color change and they're still warm. If blood isn't getting to them or getting in but not out again, then they will get red or even purple and cool off. But yours look fine, locked up for good. Now hold still I have to glue shut the wrench openings so they stay where we want them and then make one last addition." He shifted his focus from my eyes down to my cock. I could feel him turn and twist the cage, and imagined him squirting small amounts of glue into each opening. After a couple of minutes, he leaned back and I could see his left hand put something down on the side shelf and pick up a small metal tube. He held the tube up and peeled off a clear plastic sleeve. The tube was about 4 inches long, with a slight curve, and a small ball at the end. He held it up so I could see it. The tube also glistened, indicating it was pre-lubricated and ready for insertion. "This is the last piece to your device. It's a urethral tube that goes inside your penis. I use an extended length, more than most cock cages with this option. I find the length helps hold the cock in place. Plus it allows the wearer to urinate cleanly. You could even ejaculate through it if you could get erect anymore. The best part is it locks in place and can only be released by the key. So remain very still while I insert it in you." As he was describing the tube, my mind was panicking. I had seen such designs before but they seemed dangerous and somehow beyond where I was willing to go. Plus I had never seen such a long one. Remembering how I had been fooled by Nhu earlier, I spoke up. "Wait, there was no mention of that in the designs you sent me. I'm not really comfortable with that option, so let's skip it. Your design looks plenty secure to me." The man didn't respond at all, and I felt the metal tip poking around the end of penis, held in place by the cage. He soon found the opening he was searching and I felt it slide inside me. I repeated my disagreement to this, telling him no several times. But he never looked up even after I heard a soft click, which I took to mean the lock had been engaged to hold the tube in place. He continued to attach something to the end of the cage. I wasn't sure what it was but I heard a light ring like a little bell. When he looked up, he had a smile on his face that got wider as he peeled off his gloves. "All done, your cock is now fully locked. You're under Tight Fit Control completely now. I'll let you up so you can see what you look like in the mirror over there." He stood up at that point, undoing the restraining bands on my legs, waist and arms before going over to the shelf behind me. I wasted little time in getting the bands off me and then sliding off the bench. I looked down at the cage and could see the urethral tube firmly implanted inside my cock. I also saw two little bells hanging off each side of the ring at the end of the cage; they tinkled merrily as I handled the device. I stood up and moved over in front of the full length mirror. As I walked the bells rang softly with each step. My reflection shocked me, as I hadn't seen my image without all my body hair. The chastity cage sat comfortably between my thighs, my balls showing slightly but only offering glimpses of my cock. This was what I had dreamed of, and despite not wanting the urethral insert or having my hair removed, I was starting to get excited. I had realized that when I had the key to unlock it, I could just remove the insert and not use it in the future. So my joy as I thought I had managed to find the right way to lock up my cock was taking over my emotions. I almost didn't hear him, when he asked what my shoe size was. Puzzled, I told him a nine usually. Once I processed what he asked I turned my attention away from my image in the mirror toward him. He came around the back of the shelf carrying a white folded piece of cloth and a pair of thong sandals, with a slight wedge heel. "These should work, slip them on and well get you outfitted with the apron. I'm pretty sure the band is fit perfectly, but I like to be sure your control tube is functioning as designed before you leave. You'll need to drink another bottle of water probably, but you'll soon have to pee. At that point we can verify that the installation is satisfactory as I guaranteed. Since I'm a small business and I like to keep my prices low, I take advantage of this waiting period to have you do a little work for me. Because you are the last appointment of the day, I'd like you to get a broom and dustpan to sweep the hardwood floors and the tile areas. I'll have an old-fashioned carpet sweeper for you to do the area rugs. It should take you about 20 or 30 minutes, which is plenty of time usually for you to develop the urge to urinate. Also, because I don't relish the sight of naked men walking about my house, you'll wear this apron while you work. It will cover you but still allow your new little bells to ring. I like those because it makes it very easy to confirm you are still working and not lazing about." I was stunned by this, but processed it in my mind as the last step to getting my fantasy fulfilled. The sandals fit well enough and I slipped the apron over my head. It was a pinafore design, with a full skirt that reached to my knees, wide shoulder straps, a narrow center bib, and tied in the back with a waist sash. Once I had it on, he turned me around to tie it tight. I blushed as I saw my reflection in the mirror. My smooth legs in the sandals disappeared under the apron skirt to make it look almost like I was wearing a dress. It was even worse as I followed him downstairs to the kitchen. The two little bells chimed merrily as I walked making cute sounds with every step. Once in the kitchen he had me drain a whole bottle of water and then sent me back upstairs with a broom to sweep the upper floor. I wanted to say no, but I didn't think he'd listen anyway. It only took about 10 minutes to the upstairs; basically it was the room I was in and a bedroom, which I guessed was his master room as it had a big bed, and a closet full of male clothes. Downstairs, took a little longer because the rooms although smaller had a couple of area rugs. Bouncing back and forth between using the broom or carpet sweeper, I had just finished his living room and I began to fill an urge to pee. He was still in the kitchen, so I took the utensils back with me and got his attention. "I'm done with the sweeping and I'm also ready to go to the bathroom." Smiling he stood up. "You did a good job; I never heard your bells stop ringing. That's a good start. Follow me to the bathroom and we can finish up." I did as he said and he took me to the small bath down the hall. "Usually it would be best if you sit to pee from now on, but I need to see if it works okay. Lift up the toilet seat, straddle the bowl facing me, squat down, and hold your apron up out of the way. Your cock should be pointed in the right direction, but I'll hold it to be sure." I reluctantly followed his instructions, wincing as I felt his hand wrap around the outside of my cock cage. It was more than a little awkward to squat down, and even worse to have him hold my cock. I tried to focus on peeing, but nothing was happening. Looking up at me, he quizzed me. "What's the matter?" "I can't get it started." "Well if you have to wait longer, you can sweep off my front porch and walk until you're ready." "No, no, I can do it." This time I really focused and despite feeling totally embarrassed, I was able to begin. A light stream exited the hole at the end of the tube. Once it started, the stream increased in pressure and kept going and going, like it would never stop. The tube made an odd little vibration occasionally and the small bells chimed as well. It was like a nightmare, but finally the flow slowed down and then stopped. The man took a piece of tissue, dabbed the end of the tube before releasing my cage from his hand. "Perfect, you didn't seem to have any problems. I'd say that is satisfaction guaranteed." "Yes, I'm pleased with it for sure. Just give me the keys and tell me where you put my clothes and I'll get changed and be on my way." He snickered and shook his head, smiling at me. "Your clothes are in the trunk of your car and the only keys you'll get are the ones on your car key ring. It doesn't do much good to put you in a chastity device and then give you a key to take it off. I'll keep your key for a while, until I'm sure you deserve it. I expect you to come back here on Sunday night at 7. Wear your apron of course, but I can't have you going around naked underneath. So I want you to buy some pretty lingerie. Get a bra and a waist cincher with garters and some stockings. A pair of high heels, too; at least a 3 inch heel, preferably higher. Since Nhu did the favor of making you all smooth and soft looking, I think wearing some pretty little girl clothes will be just right. Just come around to the back door this time and I expect you to wearing your new required outfit when you enter from now on." "You can't do that. I paid for this and I want my key." "You only bought the device; nothing was mentioned about a key. Now if you behave, I will give you one as a reward. But if you want to do something about, call a lawyer or go to the police. I'm sure they will listen to your story about having your cock locked away. Of course you'll have to show them to prove you've been wronged." I couldn't believe my ears. This couldn't be happening, could it? I made one final effort. "But you guaranteed satisfaction. I'm not satisfied with this." "I never guaranteed your satisfaction; I'm the one who has to be satisfied. What I promised you was total control. When you get home, check your emails if you doubt me. But for now, you will do as I tell you if you want to have any hope of getting released. Now go on." With that, he handed me my car keys, walked away, and opened the front door. I wanted to cry, argue some more, or even fight him, but couldn't. Luckily it was dark by now, so my quick sprint to my car with only the apron to cover me didn't expose me too much. The whole ride home, I went back over and over what had happened to me. What was I going to do about it? Plus the feeling of the tube inside my cock was unnerving. I was never so happy to be home. Once inside, I took a thorough look at the device, twisting, turning, pulling it; trying anything to get one of my balls past the band. But nothing worked. Checking our email exchanges confirmed what he had said earlier. The next day, I continued to look at ways to get the device off, but with no success. He had promised total control and he had delivered. I resigned myself to my situation. I had no choice but to do as he said. The first thing I had to do was get the outfit he wanted. I knew I didn't want to go buy it in a store, so I shopped online. Measuring myself to be sure the items would fit, I ordered a bra, waist cincher, and matching thong panty. I remembered he wanted it to look good, so I had surfed till I found something different, but not too expensive. I figured if I was to wear the white apron, then an all-white look would be good. I found a bridal outfit in intricate lace that seemed to be what I needed. I also found a white pair of pumps and lace top stockings, both in white to complete my outfit. I had them shipped next-day express so I would have it in time. The next few days were tortuous. Not only was my dread of the next meeting building, but I was having to adjust my fantasy of chastity to the reality I was now living. When I fantasized about it, I was able to unlock and masturbate to relieve my desires. Now my need just grew and grew. My thoughts were on it constantly and I could escape my sexual wants only when I was asleep. At work, I worried that everyone could tell what I had on. I stopped drinking coffee after the first day, when I realized I would have to sit to pee in the office bathroom. I had to be careful about how I sat to avoid pinching my balls as they protruded out of the rings. I could no longer cross my legs without pain. I had to adjust myself constantly as I walked or moved. Even sleeping required putting a pillow between my legs to avoid squeezing my balls. Despite all the inconveniences and not being able to orgasm, being locked up made me as horny as when I went to bed the first time with a woman. Something about having the metal tight against my cock and the way the cage stretched my sack against my nuts made me focus on sex constantly. Plus having to adjust my life because of the device, signaled even more that I was no longer in control. Even having to pee using the insert, highlighted that loss of control, because it took twice as long since the stream could only go so fast through the narrow tube. When my purchases arrived, I tried them on to be sure the fit was okay. I realized I would have to be able to negotiate in the heels, so I wore them when I was at home until I felt comfortable walking, going up stairs, even driving. Finally it was time to go back to TFC, Inc. I dressed in my lingerie, tied my apron firmly around me, and slipped on my pumps. I used a big coat for coverage as I drove to his house. Arriving I was shocked by how many cars were in his driveway and parked on the street. I had to park a block from the house. Remembering his directions, I reluctantly shed my coat and began the quick walk to the back of his house. As I approached I saw another man, dressed in a suit, enter the rear door. It was clear to me now, that this was worse than I had ever imagined. That there would be other people there to witness my feminized form. Slowly I opened the rear door, hearing light conversation in the front room as I did. The door opened into the kitchen and as I entered I saw a couple of people. One was the man in the suit I had followed inside. He was in the process of removing his pants and then his underwear, revealing his cock which turns out was also locked in a TFC cock cage. Next to him was another man, nude except for a pair of low-heel women's sandals, a frilly tank top, a jeweled tiara nestled in his short hair, and another TFC cage. But it was also obvious that he had his body hair. Seeing both men in chastity made me feel a little better, although I was quite embarrassed by my feminized attire. As I shut the door behind me, the slim man with the tiara smiled at me. "Welcome. You must be the new member, Mr. Bernard was talking about. Glad to have you join our group. Especially, since you seem to be dressed so sweetly. They call me Princess, but hopefully now that you are here, that will change. Why don't you come into the living room, so you can meet the others?" I said hello, told him my name was Jordan and followed his lead into the next room. There were more people, standing around chatting or sitting. I saw Bernard talking to someone by the fireplace. I quickly determine that everyone was wearing a TFC cage, both because everyone in the room, was nude below the waist and from the ringing sounds coming from the bells attached to each cage. I was a bit surprised at this, because it seemed everyone had a slightly different look. A couple wore only dress shirts, socks and shoes, one with a tie. Another man had just a Hawaiian shirt with sandals, while two others were completely nude. It distressed me a little, that only Princess and I had a feminized look and Princess had not been waxed anywhere but his genitals. Although I should have been embarrassed about the chastity cage, what worried me was that I was the only one in real women's clothes. As we made our way into the room, the owner of TFC, Mr. Bernard spotted me. At first as I approached he had a friendly look on his face, but as I got next to him, led by Princess, he adopted a sterner countenance. "Hello Jordan, I'm glad you came. It would have a big mistake to skip this meeting. I see you have worn your apron, and it looks like you've also adopted the clothing style I requested for you. But it seems you may have not followed my instructions totally. Please lift up your apron skirt for me." I was more nervous now. I mean seeing the change in his expression worried me, but I tried to remain calm as I lifted my apron skirt. I brought it up high enough to show my garters and stocking tops, but he waved me higher. So I moved it up to reveal my thong and most of the waist cincher. His expression didn't change. "Jordan I was very explicit in my directions for your attire. Unfortunately, you didn't seem to want to do as I asked. So I guess I need to show there are consequences if you do not obey me precisely. Princess, go to the kitchen, get one of the large bowls. Fill it with ice and water and bring it here for me." Princess reacted as if he had been shot, he hurried to the kitchen and I could hear him rustling around, obviously following Mr. Bernard's orders. I stood there trembling a bit, still holding my apron at my waist, unwilling to lower it, as he had not told me to do so. At this point, I wasn't going to take any chances on disobeying him. Soon, Princess reappeared, slowly carrying the bowl to avoid spilling the water. I could see it was close to a fifty-fifty mix of ice and water. Mr. Bernard indicated for him to place the bowl on the coffee table next to the couch, and he did as directed. Looking at me, Mr. Bernard shook his head. "Jordan, I know you are new to chastity. But part of the idea of being locked up, is learning to obey and follow directions exactly. When I told you what to wear, I didn't tell you that you could wear a panty. That was intentional. As you can see, all of the men here are locked in one of my TFC devices and they all include the small bells. When I fit you, I told you I like hearing the bells ring as you move. It not only tells me what you're doing but it announces that you are a member of my group. You see you are now a member of a select group of men for whom, I am the key-holder. I put each of them into chastity, as I did you, and I will continue to be their key-holder until such time as they demonstrate to me the ability to select a replacement, earn release, or I have transferred that role to another person. This group is called the blue- bells; bells for the ringing adornment on each cage and blue for the way your balls will feel as you get further and further from your last orgasm. So when you decided on your own to wear panties, you violated the instructions I gave you. You must learn to never disobey or to take your own initiative, is that clear? If you ever hope to earn an orgasm again, you must do exactly as I instruct you at all times, no matter how humiliating, painful, or challenging. To make sure you remember that, you are going to show me how willing you are to follow my orders. So please straddle the table so that you are above the bowl. Then lower yourself to immerse your caged cock and its unapproved panty, into the water. You will remain there, until I feel you have learned your lesson." As he had lectured me, everyone in the room had stopped talking and turned to stare at me. I could hear an occasional snicker and could see most of them had a smirk or smile on their face. The embarrassment at being called out like this, had caused my face and chest to blaze red and I couldn't muster the courage to look Mr. Bernard in the eye. I had never intended to disobey him and only wore the panty because it was part of the lingerie set I bought and I was embarrassed at my cock being locked up by someone else. But I knew he was not interested in my excuses and I realized the only way to redeem myself was to do as I was told. I moved into place and with my legs on either side of the bowl, I squatted down. The bowl was a fairly substantial metal design, and as I lowered myself, my thighs met the rim. I could feel the cold already, but proceeded and began to dunk my caged cock in the freezing water. As it entered the shock washed over me and I could feel the water soaking into my panties. Goosebumps ran up my body immediately and I involuntarily gasped at the shock of the cold water. But I remained in place, determined to show him I could do as he expected. I understood that my next erection, let along orgasm, was totally dependent on him. I did not want to be seen as a troublemaker. As I settled in, I looked up at him. "Is this okay? Am I in the right position?" "Yes, very good Jordan. Now why don't you remain there, while the rest of the blue-bells introduce themselves? Gentlemen, please introduce your selves to our newest member. Please tell her, your name, how long you've been locked up, how long since your last orgasm and why you need someone to control your penis. Move in front of Jordan so she can see your face when you speak." For the next 15 minutes, each man moved in front of me and gave me their history so to speak. I was surprised and then worried at how long some of them had been members of the blue-bells. In particular, there were two guys who hadn't come in over six months. One seemed a bit surly, as if he truly resented how controlled he was. The other in contrast seemed proud that he had been deprived so long. In most cases, the men seemed to understand their situation and to admit being locked up was something they wanted and desired. By the time the last guy finished his speech, my crotch was totally numb. I couldn't feel anything between my legs, had goosebumps all over my body, my teeth were chattering slightly, and my legs were starting to cramp from remaining in the squatted position. Just as I felt like I was reaching my limit, Mr. Bernard came to me. "Well Jordan, have you learned your lesson?" "Oh yes, yes sir I have. I will never disobey you again or assume I know better than you. I promise to be a good blue-bell from now on." "Very good. I expect you will be respectable member of our group. Princess, please go into the kitchen and bring us some scissors and a towel. I think it's time we let Jordan take on her new role for the group. From now on, she will be our hostess. You can give her the tiara, as well as your title, Henry." Princess smiled broadly and followed his orders. He returned with the scissors and quickly cut the side strings of my thong and l stood up. With the towel, I dried my cage, thighs and crotch before moving away from the table. Henry removed the tiara from his head and put it on mine. I gathered up everything from the table and took the bowl to dump into the sink. As I walked, my little bells chimed as if signaling my surrender to Mr. Bernard and the others. The rest of the evening, I was required to carry snacks on a tray, refill drinks, and clear away any empties. I gladly did my new chores, as the feeling returned to my genitals. After several hours, people began to leave, until it was only Mr. Bernard and me. He had me clean-up, do dishes and put everything away. Finally he said I could go, but I would need to return two evenings a week to do housework for him. He told me once I got into a regular routine and I showed him I was trust worthy, we would discuss my future as a chastised male. By the time I left the house, I didn't even bother to try to hide my appearance as I was just glad to be able to go home. The next month I just tried to do everything he wanted, so he would see I had learned my lesson. The household chores were rather easy, as it was just him and a few customers, and it never got very dirty or messy. I learned that the TFC business was a side-line for him, that he made most of his living as an engineering consultant. Apparently, he just enjoyed having a harem of men under his control. I did get to meet his girlfriend, an attractive brunette who did not appear fazed by my appearance, as she obviously knew about his positon as a key-holder. By the time of the next meeting, I was quite at ease in my role as a feminized servant. He had required me to order a full corset, which I now wore when I was at his house. Because it took some adjusting to accept the tightness of the corset, I did wear it at home most days. I also bought a few more high-heel shoes and had my apron embroidered with the blue-bell name. When I was on my own, I followed his orders to wear panties when at work and more extensive female items at home. I knew there was little chance he would know whether I did as he asked or not, but after my dunking I did not want to take any risks. I served at the meeting, welcoming every one as they arrived. The highlight of the meeting was the presentation of a key to Tom, one of the men. Apparently he had regained control over his cock, and he was released from the blue-bells. Everyone seemed really happy for him, I think in part because it signaled that there was hope for each of us. The other notable event, was the announcement that two blue-bells had qualified for an orgasm. They went, one at a time, with Mr. Bernard upstairs. There they were given the opportunity to masturbate and orgasm. Henry told me, that Mr. Bernard put them on the bench, restrained except for one hand, where they could then manipulate their cock until they came. He told me, he had earned this reward twice since being a blue-bell. I shyly asked when he thought he would earn control of his cock. He snickered and answered that he wasn't looking for a key-holder and that he was happy having Mr. Bernard in that role. That surprised and worried me, as I realized I had no one lined up to be my key-holder and wasn't sure how long it take me to earn a release like Tom. That evening when I left, I was more subdued than at any time since my initial session with Mr. Bernard. The next few months everything remained the same, except for a return visit to see Nhu at the salon for another waxing. Mr. Bernard had also suggested I talk with her about increasing my feminine appearance. She agreed to show me some simple cosmetic applications and we set up regular appointments for manicures and pedicures. I didn't get polish on most visits, except for the visit before the monthly blue-bell meeting. She also trimmed my hair so I could comb and style it into a cute little pixie cut that complimented my role as Princess. I blushed whenever I visited her place now, as she had dropped the halting English and spoke to me fluently, without even an accent. It was a clear reminder that my path as a feminized man was based on her original reading of my body language and lack of fortitude in protesting her waxing my entire body. Now, my further transitions to more feminized state only reinforced how accurate her initial assessment had been. I was genuinely surprised at how much pleasure I was deriving from being feminized. I had been overly excited when I first examined cross-dressing, but somehow when combined with chastity, I was developing a serious addiction to women's wear. The process of preparing my body, accentuating it with cosmetics and sexy lingerie, all led to heightened sexual feelings. However, accepting my feminization did not remove my desire to come. That was always on my mind and my thoughts would turn to it at any moment of the day. I began to reminisce about my last orgasm, how the ejaculation had shot out. I also thought about the last time I fucked a woman. These thoughts took great effort to control, so I didn't get totally frustrated. Just when I had begun to settle into my role at the blue-bell meetings and sublimate my desires to orgasm, so I could continue to serve Mr. Bernard without any problems, he told me he had a special dinner where he needed me to serve. We talked about a meal for me to prepare, how I was to look and what he expected from me. I could tell a guest would be there, and sort of assumed it would be his girlfriend. Maybe this was another step in showing how I could be trusted to obey and would led to my release. I shopped and prepared everything I needed the next few days. The food, flowers and wine were easy to get. But what I decided to wear required a bit more effort. Because I could sense this was a bit more important than my monthly blue-bell meetings, I wanted to go all out. I surfed online until I found just the right corset, a velvety satin, over-bust style in a rich navy blue. It had six garters and a pushup bra top. I ordered it in a size slightly smaller than my last one, as I figured I might as well try to increase my feminine appearance. I also bought the matching panty. A lace tanga but with an open crotch. It would frame my caged cock and cover my ass, but still meet Mr. Bernard's requirements. I paired the lingerie with 5 inch heels in a cute ankle strap design in matching navy with sheer navy hose. I had previously found a sexy halter apron, sheer white lace that would allow my corset to show completely. I ordered it all overnight rush, so I would be ready for the dinner. All that was left was to get my body ready. I contacted Nhu and told her I needed a complete makeover and body wax. We arranged for a waxing the next day and to have my hair, nails and makeup done at her salon the day of my serving dinner. Although, I had my legs waxed since my first visit, this time I needed to redo my cock and balls. She assured me it would be possible, but I expected it to be a tad embarrassing because of my caged cock. I didn't realize how bad it would be until I got there. Apparently, Mr. Bernard had given her a key to my cage so that she could do my genitals as well as the rest of my body. She would only unlock me after she had handcuffed my hands together. Of course, as soon as she unlocked me I got an erection. I just had to close my eyes and endure the embarrassment. What really shocked me was when she had me all smooth, how she pinched the base of my ball sack to cause my hard-on to relax. Once she had me soft, my cock was put back in the cage and the handcuffs removed. She then finished by waxing my whole body. I had to admit that I loved the feeling of my totally smooth skin. It seemed so sexy and somehow appropriate for me now. I was a bit amazed at how quickly Mr. Bernard had conditioned me to enjoy my feminized appearance. In fact, I secretly was looking forward to the rest of my transformation. So when I returned the day of the dinner I was excited. She worked her magic, making my face look it's sexiest and did my hair so it had cute and flirty curls. I had purposely worn a skirt and blouse with my by now normal bra, panties, and heels. The short drive to TFC and my stroll up the street to Mr. Bernard's house reflected how far I had come. I was no longer embarrassed by my feminine appearance. I had grown to appreciate it and my only thoughts were how my service tonight might lead to some sort of release so I could orgasm. Any doubts about what he was doing to me were gone, as I realized only by agreeing to everything he wanted could I hope to control my own cock again. I slipped in the back of his house and began my preparations. I knew I had an hour or so to get the food ready before I needed to change into my serving outfit. I could hear Mr. Bernard upstairs, but as he had grown accustomed to me coming and going from his house as I did my domestic duties, I just did my work. I soon had the table decorated with flowers and two place settings. The food was slowly cooking and wine chilled. He had told me to be ready to serve drinks at six with dinner at seven. I slipped into the pantry and changed into my lovely blue outfit and cinched the lace apron around my waist. My face blushed as I saw my image in the mirror over the sink. Not because I was ashamed of how feminized I looked, but rather because I now felt I looked sexy this way. I especially loved how my two little bells that hung from my cock cage, peaked out below the edge of my lace apron. I was now proud of how well I had adjusted to my chastity and wanted Mr. Bernard's girlfriend to appreciate how fully I had acclimated to my role as Princess. As I heard him come down the stairs, the door chime rang. I knew he would open it to welcome his guest, so I stood ready to respond once he called for me. I overheard a quick conversational exchange and then Mr. Bernard rang the small bell that he used to request my presence. I strolled into the room, using the sexy walk I had grown accustomed to using when I wore heels. As I looked at Mr. Bernard and his guest, I almost tripped. His guest was a woman, but not his girlfriend. I had been fine with the notion of being shown off to someone I already knew, but this person was a stranger and I suddenly felt exposed knowing the soft tinkling chimes of my bells would draw her attention to my chastised cock. But I maintained my composure, as I knew Mr. Bernard would not excuse any mistakes on my part. I listened carefully as they both gave me their drink orders. Something about the way she talked clicked with me, but I didn't understand why. I could see the woman checking me out as they spoke, and for the first time in a while, my face flushed as I was embarrassed. I was puzzled as to why her gaze and voice caused me to react that way; perhaps I just wanted to know whether she thought I looked the part or maybe it was the buried masculine part of me that wanted her to find me desirable. I thought about that, as I was headed to the kitchen to make their drinks. I hadn't really been exposed to a woman since Mr. Bernard transformed me. So having a female stranger check out my feminized form was a first for me. Before I began this adventure, I had always prided myself on being attractive to women, but now the masculine part of me was repressed. Was it possible for me to be attractive to a woman, while dressed this way? I knew I found her attractive, as my cock swelled inside its tight prison. That was the first time I had reacted that way in a while. When I returned with the drinks, I almost dropped the tray I was carrying them on. She spoke to Bernard about me and it caused my cock to twitch even more. "What a graceful little creature you've created Bernie. She seems so sweet and demure and so feminine. Even her dainty little cock, serenading me with its soft chimes, seems to indicate that she has adjusted so well to this role. Have you been pleased with your new little princess?" "Mostly. She has had a few failures, but in general once I rang her up, so to speak, she has obeyed. I do like how she is very motivated and always seems to be busy. I know when she is here doing my chores, that her little bells seem to never stop ringing. That's one reason I wanted you to meet her." I was struck by how open the conversation was about me. Plus the way they talked about me as if I wasn't even there, indicated how far I had dropped in status. But what really got me was the idea that somehow I knew the woman visiting Mr. Bernard. I checked her out cautiously as they continued their conversation. She was very striking. Her very black hair was long and fashioned into a fishtail style braid decorated with gold hair clips. She wore makeup, but in such subtle colors that only highlighted her naturally porcelain smooth skin, full cheeks, and captivating eyes. Only her pouty lips, glistening with deep red lipstick, her matching red polished nails, and her long thick eyelashes stood out as being cosmetically enhanced. The clothes seemed to be painted onto her curvy body, but again very subtle in style. Her white blouse was semi-sheer, indicating a lacey camisole that cupped her breasts while her leather pants molded over her legs and ass ending in high-heel boots. My eyes glanced over her repeatedly, trying to find the link to tell me how I knew her. But I couldn't jog my memory to answer my question. The rest of the evening proceeded this way, as I brought them first anther drink, and then served dinner. My brain was tormenting me, as I felt I had some kind of connection to this beautiful creature. As I waited on them, it became apparent that she was a dominating personality and seemed to enjoy teasing me. She repeatedly both praised and questioned my appearance, service, and even my chastity. She had a lengthy conversation with Mr. Bernard about how to judge how long one of his blue-bells should be kept locked up and how did they earn a release, both sexual and emotional. He had required me to stand next to them, after my dinner chores were complete under the guise of being available to serve them. But it seemed more to me, that he wanted me on display and to be there to hear their chastity discussion. I still couldn't figure out how I knew her or exactly what this dinner was all about. It was clear that there wasn't a sexual connection between the mystery lady and Mr. Bernard. But how they were linked escaped me too. Finally as they finished their after dinner brandy, she called me over. "Princess, you seem to be very well adjusted to your new status. Have you always been a feminine creature?" I was unprepared for this and had to take a moment to clear my throat. Normally when I served Mr. Bernard or at the blue-bell meetings, I had to limit my conversation. So it took a second to respond. Somehow, I also felt I needed to show her respect, so as I spoke I kept my eyes focused downward. "No madam, I have only expressed my feminine side since I was put in chastity by Mr. Bernard." "Well you certainly seem suited for this role. Your skin is so soft and smooth looking and your body has such natural curves, that you seemed to be full of estrogen and not testosterone. Only the regular swelling of your little man-cock in its cage gives any indication that you still possess testosterone. I assume you like having your manhood locked away and under someone else's control?" Her assessment of me, again caught me off guard. I had never really thought about it that way. I knew I liked being in chastity, but had always rebelled mentally, about having Mr. Bernard keep my key. "I am very attracted to wearing a chastity cage, of course, it is what brought me to Mr. Bernard in the first place. But I just had to endure his control because I was locked up already. It wasn't something I sought out." "Well don't you think that there is little purpose to wearing a chastity device if you have the key? The whole concept of chastity is that you willingly surrender control of your own sexual desires. To fully release control and to make yourself a chaste person, you must have someone else hold your key. That is the essential element of any chastity relationship. I think you know that deep inside yourself, even if you are reluctant to admit it. I see that you have fully abandoned your masculinity as part of that surrender. You seem perfectly adjusted to presenting yourself as a woman, shaping your body like one, making your face up like one, wearing sexy clothes like one, and submissively acting like how you think a woman should be. Don't you think all these actions signal that you are more than willing to have someone else control your life and your cock?" My face flamed as she described me. But at the same time, my cock swelled, pressing its flesh against the hard metal of my cage and cock ring. Pressing so hard, that it caused my bells to chime lightly. It was hard to argue against her case. I had done just about everything Mr. Bernard had told me to do and done it in such a way as to show how willing I was. It would be silly to say I didn't agree to her positon. "Yes, I do see how your reach that conclusion. I have done what Mr. Bernard asks, because he holds the key to my cock and I guess my soul indirectly. To admit that I desired someone else to control me, is difficult because men are supposed to be strong and independent. I was drawn to the idea of chastity, but never knew why. Maybe your assessment tells me why." "Very good, Princess. Many men can't seem to admit that they don't fulfill the expected masculine role. But what they don't understand is that such a role is a false front for them. They need to be true to their inner selves and not try to be something that isn't real for them. So I applaud your honesty. In fact, that kind of man is what I have been looking for. You see I don't accept all of societies preconceived notions for how a woman should act. I have my own behaviors and desires that I accepted as my norm some time ago. Now I just need to find