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SUBMISSIVE MALE REQUIRED. You are between 30 and 50. You do not feel confident with women. You will be well cared for and live in a luxurious home with servants. You will receive a tax free allowance of $3000 per month. In return You agree to be corseted and in chastity 24/7 with no exceptions. You will service the mistress in whatever manner she demands. Either the mistress or the maid will check and tighten your corset twice a day. Any irregularity will be dealt with harshly. You will do whatever the mistress requires without complaint. You understand there will be severe punishment for any complaint, infraction or sexual arousal. The mistress can impose new corsets or other devices and disciplinary measures as she desires without notice or consultation. You are committed for one year, the contract enforced with liens, financial penalties and compromising photographs which make the contract effectively unbreakable. If after that you wish to continue, it will be for the rest of your life, the agreement enforced in the same manner. The ad intrigued me and I answered it. I was told to report to a certain address which turned out to be a large home in an upscale part of town. I was greeted by a very seductive looking maid, seated in a sort of home office and given a cup of coffee. She said, "I am Adele and mistress will be with you shortly." I could not help but notice the books on the shelves...books on corsetry and foundations of various sorts and eras. On the desk was a small figurine of a buxom woman laced into an Edwardian S Bend corset. Framed on the walls were vintage corset advertisements. A door opened and an imposing woman clad in a tight leather skirt entered. "I am Helene Betancourt." She was perhaps 45 with raven hair and a shapely, sensual body obviously kept in good physical shape and emphasized by her stylishly snug leather clothing. "So, you think you may want to take my offer..." The voice was husky but authoritative. I stammered, "Well, yes... But why..." "Let me make one thing clear. If you join me, you will ask no questions. But for now, I will explain." She sat down. As she did, the tight leather creased at her thighs and I was able to peer at her firm, ample bosom. A seductive,, intensely feminine scent wafted across the table. "I have...what is the English word...a fetish... I get great satisfaction from the control and power I exercise by keeping a man corseted and in chastity. I love it when they beg or whimper which they all do eventually. I am independently wealthy and can indulge my whims. If you join me you will live luxuriously, be well cared for and well treated. You will receive a generous allowance. You will have the opportunity to travel, to meet famous people. But you will be kept in a very severe corset twenty-four hours a day and also in chastity. There will be no exceptions and no excuses." I reacted with both fear and fascination. It must have showed in my expression. "There will be harsh punishments for any irregularity or even complaint." "Whipping?" I Asked. "No," she said, almost contemptuously. "I do not believe in physical punishment. But you eventually may wish that I did." "I prefer restraints and psychology. You will get to dread them much more than a whip and will try very hard to avoid them." "What happens if I change my mind?" She looked at me intensely, something like a cat eyeing a mouse. "You will be photographed in such a way that you will never want anyone to see the pictures. No one will so long as you follow my rules. If you should try to leave, you will be charged with rape and be arrested and convicted. My lawyers will see that you are imprisoned for at least twenty years. You also will sign for a huge loan, one so big that you never would be able to pay it, which will become due the day you rebel." "So I would be trapped?" "Very much so! There will be no turning back for one year and, after that, none at all. You have until this time tomorrow to decide." I did a lot of thinking. There were advantages, including the presence of a very sexy and dominant woman. The idea of being corseted by her was arousing. Yet the idea of being kept in chastity was intimidating. Surely she would relent and offer me relief, maybe even indulging in intercourse. She must have her physical desires as well and I would be under her roof. Or perhaps I could find some way of circumventing whatever sort of chastity device she imposed. Eventually I decided it would be a worthwhile experience. In any event, it was only for a year. I called her and was told to make whatever personal arrangements were necessary and to come the following week. The fateful day arrived. I reported to the mansion at 9am and was greeted by Adele. But this time I was taken to different room that resembled a gymnasium. I was told to strip and my wrists were handcuffed to a vertical pole. Lying on a table beside it were a fearsome, long, leather, back lacing corset and an intimidating steel and rubber helmet with what appeared to be a locking collar. Mistress Betancourt, in tight jeans and high leather boots, entered the room and gave a one word order to Adele: "Proceed." She took the heavy leather corset in both hands. It obviously was quite heavy. I could see that it had one inch boning at one inch intervals and a long busk with a steel cup at its bottom that resembled a jock strap. I was helpless with my hands hand cuffed to the pole as the heavy corset was wrapped around me. The leather and the metal felt cold and rigid as the ten clasps were snapped shut. A sort of hard rubber cone with an attached tube was placed on my penis before the steel cup was adjusted in place. "What is that?" I said in a voice that may have portrayed my doubts. Maybe this was not such a good idea after all. Adele replied, "The rules are that you are not to speak or make any sound while you are being laced. However we will not punish you this time. This device will allow you to urinate without having to open your corset." With that, she placed her knee in the small of my back and took hold of the dangling laces. The touch of her nylon clad leg against the back of the corset, the seductive odour of her hair and makeup and the reality that my genitals were now encased in rubber and steel and totally off limits was unbearable. I cried out, "Wait...wait...I've changed my mind... undo me." Madam Betancourt approached with a smile that was almost cruel. "You should have decided that before. It is too late now. So be quiet and accept your new lifestyle." She made a gesture to Adele who picked up the punishment helmet from the table and forced it over my head. I had begun to cry and plead. Adele, much younger and much more attractive than her mistress, hissed "You were told not to speak. This will ensure that you do not." With that, the hood was pulled the rest of the way, covering my tearful eyes. The collar was pulled tight and although I now could hear nothing, I felt the lock being snapped shut. Then the lacing resumed. Pull tug and tighten. Full breaths became increasingly difficult. Each time I exhaled, the corset was pulled tighter again, making the next breath more difficult. This went on for what seemed like an endless time. Then I sensed the laces being firmly knotted and the helmet mercifully was pulled off with a warning that if it had to be put back, it would be for hours, not minutes. Adele then took two straps, dangling from the upper edge of my corset .I had not noticed them before. They were thick seamed leather about two inches wide with metal hooks, eyelets and buckles. They were pulled forcefully over my shoulders, crossed in the middle of my back, yanked tight and secured to the back of my corset. I had already begun to think of it as mine. Adele pulled the straps severely through the locking buckles and secured them through the eyelets. They wrenched my shoulders back cruelly. She said, "Madame has generously allowed me to leave some slack so you can get used to them. But they will be tightened all the way tomorrow morning when I also will check and tighten your laces. God. What had I gotten myself into? I felt helplessly trussed, torso encased in rigid leather and steel, shoulders forcibly erect (with the fearsome prospect of even worse tomorrow) and the throbbing, insatiable, hopeless desire in my groin , cut off from any relief or satisfaction by unyielding steel and rubber. What had I done? Was there any possible relief or escape? That night was sleepless agony. Even though I knew I would be punished if I succeeded, I tried to reach and undo the knot or even the shoulder straps. But there was no way despite my struggle. As terrible as was my plight, it may have been just as well. The next morning Madame asked how the night had been and I told her. She smiled and said, "I expected as much. But if you had succeeded, your punishment would have been worse." "What?" I asked. "You will find out sooner or later. Now you may eat." With the intense pressure of the corset on my stomach, I had little appetite but managed to ingest a piece of toast. Lifting my coffee cup was difficult with the taut and unyielding shoulder straps. What would the punishment be I wondered, if I should spill it. Life settled into a regular routine. Twice a day either Adele or Mistress Betancourt would check my laces and tighten them. The rule was that the two edges of the corset beneath the laces must never be separated by more than a quarter inch. Somehow they always seemed to get my corset just a little tighter. It's doubtful that I could ever reach the knot so Madame did not lock my corset in place. Even if I succeeded in freeing myself, I knew I never could get it relaced as tightly or duplicate the intricate knot. But she also told me she liked the idea that my laces might be undone but that I knew I would face severe punishment if they were. "That means," she said, "that it is my will power and not a lock that keeps you laced." At first Adele would slacken the shoulder straps slightly at night but when Madame found out, she berated both her and me and put an end to this one small break I had been getting. My corset was undone three times a week for a brief shower but it was held to a maximum of twenty minutes and I was watched closely in case I attempted to masturbate while my organ was free of its steel and rubber prison. In summer, rather than make a concession to the heat, I was required to wear a rubber panty girdle beneath my corset to prevent perspiration stains on it. It made my chastity that much more complete and meant I had to limit myself to one bowel movement a day when I was checked and tightened. But it was not a problem because the terrible constant compression of my corset meant I could never eat very much. She made one concession. If it was very hot, I was allowed extra showers and thus extra brief periods of unlaced but supervised freedom. Despite the restriction, discomfort and enforced chastity, I found being laced a very stimulating experience as the corset closed tightly around my body, compressing my chest, my waist, my hips and my thighs and as the shoulder straps were buckled down tightly. I often became aroused and orgasmed. It was a very powerful sensation; the unyielding corset and the quick and total sexual release as well as knowing, even as it was happening, that I faced immediate punishment. When it happened, I was chastised, the lacing was completed and the isolation helmet immediately pulled onto my head and locked into place, often even as I was pleading or crying. And yet, even in the silent blackness, I savoured the memory of that moment of ecstasy. Fifteen seconds of rapture but eight hours or more gagged and hooded. I never was told how long it would be, anything from one hour to twenty-four. Sometimes it would be removed and as I enjoyed the great relief and comparative freedom, she would tell me I had fifteen minutes and then it would go back. Again, I was given no idea of how long. That constant uncertainty was a major part of the punishment, never knowing what to expect, good or bad. At breakfast, about a week after our arrangement started, Madame called Adele. I was sitting there, held rigid and erect in my inflexible corset. It was difficult yet somehow satisfying When Adele came in, Madame told her, "I think we should introduce him to his punishment corset. Please get it for me." I must have blanched. "Nobody said anything about a punishment corset." She looked at me disdainfully and replied "I find they are eventually necessary. You may be able to avoid it, but I doubt it." Adele entered carrying a long carton, obviously struggling under its weight. She opened it to reveal a fearsome yet intriguing new corset. She lifted it out of the box and, again with difficulty because of its obvious bulk and weight, held it up. A shudder of fear and anticipation went through me. The new garment was made of thick rubber with heavy boning moulded into it. There was a locking stainless steel collar about four inches wide. The black rubber corset had a rigid shape and appeared to be four or five feet long divided into two legs from crotch to knees. Rather than laces, there were heavy straps and locking buckles. "Now," Madame said in a stern voice, "this is what you will be put into if I feel you need correction. It will be up to you. However, I think you should know what to expect so Adele and I will put this on you now." "But I haven't done anything..." I said "Quiet!!! You have no choice and that outburst just earned you an extra hour in it." "But what about the corset I'm wearing now?" She gave me a cruel smile and said, "You didn't think for a moment that it would be removed, did you? And that question, by the way, just got you a third hour. Care to try for four?" I could see that complaint or resistance were pointless and would merely lengthen my punishment. I unwillingly stepped into the two legs of the intimidating, heavy corset and they pulled it snugly upward over my thighs. Deep under the unyielding metal and rubber barriers I felt hopeless sexual arousal as the heavy straps were pulled tight and the buckles snapped shut. Even though the shoulder straps on my corset already held me erect, a broad leather belt was still attached on the outside between the back of the steel collar and the waist of the horrible new punishment corset then pulled tight and secured. My head was now rigid, and forced back at an angle. Madame reached in the box which I had thought was now empty and retrieved a fearful looking helmet or mask with a sort of ball gag hanging from it on a strap somehow secured from the inside. It was a far more complicated and intimidating device than the helmet I had been put into that first day. "This is your isolation helmet. It locks onto the steel collar of the corset. There is no way you can remove it and you will not be able to see or hear anything while it is in place. Now put the ball in your mouth. Quick!!!" Trembling and not knowing what might happen if I resisted, I did as I was told. There were tears of fear and apprehension in my eyes. But they were ignored as the heavy leather and rubber hood was pulled roughly and tightly down over my face. I felt like screaming but the gag prevented any sound other than a muffled grunt as I tried to say "Please...." Being buried alive could not have been a more dreadful experience. I began to panic in my helpless condition. Then, miraculously, I felt the collar being unlocked and the ghastly device was pulled from my head. "Thank you...thank you," I said. "I'll do whatever I have to. Please don't put me in that horrible thing again." "How nice. But we're not through yet. I've just removed your helmet because I forgot to make an adjustment but it is going back. Right now." "But for how long? How long?" "Let's just say that question added another hour to your time. You will have to learn not to ask questions or else you will not be seeing or hearing very much at all." With that, she reached inside the hood to do something and then jammed the heavy hood back on my head and again roughly pulled it down tightly. I heard sound this time: her voice. "I forgot to activate the earphone. And the breathing tube. That's why it was taken off again but don't expect it to be removed anytime soon. The earphone will issue you orders. And the breathing valve means you must work to inhale. It's now set at 10% but can go as high as 75. Trust me, you will not enjoy that so do as you are told at all times." Despite my constraints, Madame and I developed a workable relationship. We sometimes discussed books. I would visit her friends with her and we sometimes went to the theatre. It was embarrassing when I was put on display for her friends and sometimes even their daughters. I learned that Madame had homes in other parts of the world and that at each one there was a man in a situation similar to or even worse than mine. I failed to see how that was possible but decided it was prudent not to inquire. She dropped a hint when she mentioned that her estate in France had a dungeon. We found a common interest in chess and discovered that we were evenly matched so the outcome of our games was never certain. However the stakes were high. If I won, I would be allowed four hours out of my corset and could masturbate without punishment. But if I lost, I would be gagged and hooded for as long as two days or put in an electrical chastity device that administered shocks of variable intensity to my penis if I started to get an erection. She also could use a remote zapper. So I had a strong incentive to play well. The arrangement had its benefits. We travelled extensively, If we stayed in one of her other homes, I never met or was told about her other victims. I found out later that they would be "loaned" to local friends. Chess continued while we were away but the reward or punishment sometimes was deferred until we were home. But going through airports was always difficult and embarrassing. My twenty pound corset with its many steel bones, clasps and buckles would set security alarms flashing and jangling. She usually made arrangements for a private security inspection which always proved humiliating, especially when it was done by a woman. One sympathetic inspector said, as she waved her detector around my rigidly corseted torso, "You poor man. How do you endure it?" However most security people were unsurprised and one told us that my situation was not at all unusual. But it could be far more difficult in some parts of the world. In Cairo, they insisted that my corset be removed and then watched with unconcealed interest as it was put back on me and relaced. In Hungary, I was humiliated by a macho inspector And even though we normally flew business class, being corseted on a long flight was still unendurable, On one occasion when we were forced to sit in economy, she refused to make any concessions and would not even slack off my shoulder straps. In fact, I was later punished just for asking, begging actually. A long flight in economy is uncomfortable under the best of circumstances. It is misery if you are rigidly corseted as I always am. About three months after my new life style had started, I was lying awake. It was so difficult to sleep now that my shoulder straps no longer were loosened at bedtime. The door opened. It was Adele "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Sssh... Stand up..." "What now? Some new ritualistic ordeal?" Adele said, "I think madam is too harsh with you. I am going to unlace you and get into bed with you." She unfastened the complex knot that she had tied under Madame's supervision just a few hours ago and spread the laces. There was immense relief as the tight leather corset and its many steel stays sprung and released its grip, leaving red pressure welts on my skin.. Then Adele unfastened the ten front clasps and the horrid busk and cup came loose from my crotch. I was hard and erect which often happened inside the barrier but now there was no restriction. We fell into bed, my now loose corset clattered to the floor, I grabbed her passionately and thrust my now liberated penis into her. It was unbelievable ecstasy as we thrust and pushed, groaned and cried and finally exploded in simultaneous orgasms. We lay together, panting, resting, savouring the explosive sex we had just experienced. "I'm afraid I must put your corset back," she said teasingly. "I know... I know... Just a few more minutes..." "No. Right now." I reluctantly stood. She picked up the heavy corset, fastened the long busk. Once more my genitals became imprisoned and untouchable. They stirred. My frustration soared. I said, "Please Adele... Let's do it again..." "No... We have taken too much of a chance already. Breathe out." And with that she began the long, wrenching job of pulling the laces tight again, tying the complex knot and buckling the horrible shoulder straps into place. I was again helpless. I knew that pleading or begging either Adele or Madam would do no good and might indeed result in punishment. And yet, laced and bound into my twenty pound corset, encased in leather and steel from my chest to my thighs, felt strangely satisfying. It had been a difficult year. Both the chastity corset and my new mistress were unrelenting. Even when I fell ill with the flu that February and begged her to at least loosen the unyielding corset, she laughed scornfully. "Please" I said. She replied "Don't you remember I told you I enjoy it when my subjects plead. However, since you are not well, I will not punish you this time." The year crept on. I came to both dread and enjoy my checks and tightening twice a day. If there was the slightest irregularity I would be punished with that fearful hood. Once a lace broke while it was being tightened and I was blamed for not reporting that it had become worn. That earned me 48 hours in the immobilizing punishment corset. Sometimes the experience of being relaced by the shapely Adele and thinking of the night she had come to my bed, I would get hard and sometimes come. There was no way to hide it or stop it. But I still was punished. A few days before the anniversary of my submission, I told Madame that I had decided to end the arrangement per our agreement. She smiled cunningly and said, "I don't think so." "You did not read section 6a of the agreement which states that ending the agreement must be a mutual decision and my decision is no. In any case, after a year in your corset, you would find there is no way you could manage without it." "But...But..." I stammered. She smiled again. "The new lifetime contract will take effect next Wednesday. It has new provisions. You will spend every second day in your punishment corset and will be hooded each day from eight in the evening until six the next morning. You will be transferred to the dungeon and be supervised by Mistress Stephanie rather than Adele." She beckoned and a formidable, unsmiling woman, who obviously was Mistress Stephanie, entered the room. She was middle aged with a stern and unforgiving manner. She said, "I'm sure we'll get along if you obey the rules." "Today is Saturday. I will be here to escort you to the basement and put you in your new corset Wednesday morning. Enjoy your time until then." "New corset?" I stammered. Madame gave her evil smile again. "Yes. This one is metal and will be welded closed. It will be a permanent thing. However I am not heartless and I realize this will be difficult for you. So on Tuesday you will be unlaced and given a free day. One last day with no corset and no chastity. I hope you appreciate my generosity. Enjoy it because the new regime begins Wednesday morning at 8 o'clock sharp!" Tuesday came too soon. As promised, I was unlaced by a teasing Adele Tuesday morning. What a wonderful feeling it was...unlaced and out of chastity for the first time in a year. But within a few minutes my back began to ache and I had difficulty standing. The year of brutally tight lacing had obviously weakened my muscles. I had planned to seek out Adele and, if necessary, pay her to have sex with me. Indeed I did seek her out but it was to ask her to lace me up again to relieve the ache and weakness. My day of freedom had proved to be a complete let down. I was firmly trussed again. What would the new restraint be like? I would know in less than twelve hours. I slept fitfully even though on this, his last night, Adele had slackened the shoulder straps slightly. I was awakened at seven, had the usual light breakfast. At precisely eight o'clock the stern and unsmiling Mistress Stephanie, dressed in a leather suit and brandishing a whip, entered the room. "You! Follow me and be quick about it." I rose, always something that had to be planned and done carefully while laced this way. We descended to a part of the basement I had not seen before. It was much like a prison with barred doors and harsh lights. There was a sort of gurney with two cylinders and a rack of tools behind it. Hanging by a chain was what looked like a long suit of steel body armour and an ominous looking metal mask. "We will begin as soon as Madame arrives. She will enjoy watching your ordeal." "But...but...I agreed to only a year," I stammered. Mistress Stephanie gestured to Adele who had been waiting beside the gurney. Now she also was dressed in tight leather. He thought longingly of the night of passion they had shared. She took a cage like metal device from a shelf and without a word placed it over my head. Built into it was a metal strip that Adele forced into my mouth and then screwed tight. "There. That will prevent any more of your whining." In the corner of my eye he saw a door open and Madame Betancourt enter the room, I could not speak and the cage like device kept my head from turning. I wanted to plead with her, to work out a new deal, anything to stop my relentless fate. She gestured and said just one word. "Proceed." Mistress Stephanie and Adele wrestled with the heavy metal armour. It was hinged in the back and closed in the front with ten nut and bolt arrangements. Inside it was a thick rubber inner corset that extended from bust to hips. It was pulled tight and what smelled like a rubber cement brushed over the now tightly closed seam.. "You may relax until the cement hardens." By now I was trembling with fear, unable to relax, My penis was forced into a steel tube. I started to get hard and immediately felt sharp pain. "The chastity tube has sharp points on the inside. If you want to avoid the pain, control your erections." How had I ever got into this situation? Was there any escape, any hope, any end? "All right Madame, the cement is hard" I heard Adele say. She gave me a look that could have been one of pity or maybe contempt. Even lying on my back, I was held down by the heavy weight of this tortuous metal shroud.. The ten bolts were closed loosely by hand. Then Adele used some sort of power driven wrench to drive them tightly closed. Whirrr..Whirrr...Whirr...The smooth metal and the rubber corset under it tightened relentlessly over my torso and hips. Despite the severity of his situation, I started to become aroused again. Once more there was the sharp pain of the metal protrusions pressing into the penis. Adele looked at me with sympathy. "You had better learn to control yourself or she will connect the electrodes." Mistress Stephanie moved the cylinder from behind the gurney. I saw now that it was part of a welding apparatus. She ignited it and proceeded to seal each of the ten bolts. I felt the heat slightly through the thick steel and rubber that encased me but it was just a brief moment on each of the bolts. But each one had been permanently fused. "Good...we?re finished!" I then was led to one of the cells where chains and shackles hung from the wall. "No...please...not any more punishment." But it was to no avail. The steel cuffs on the chain were closed and locked on my wrists and ankles. By now I was in tears and beginning to panic. But the heavy steel and rubber helmet was forced over my head, the ball gag jammed into my mouth and the wide collar locked. It was black, silent, pitiless and terrifying. I never had felt so helpless and alone. A small earphone crackled and I heard the voice of Madame. "You will remain like this until Mistress Stephanie decides to release you. I warn you it will not be soon. She may remove the helmet for an hour or two if she thinks you have earned it. Or she may close the valve that restricts your breathing. It?s up to you to please her but again I warn you that is not easy to do. "Now I must go upstairs and greet your replacement..."