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I guess it was somewhat of a fluke. A combination of my situation and the internet. At least that's how I explained it to myself. My interest only occurred after eight years of marriage. Well more accurately, after my wife and I stopped having sex after six years of marriage. I know that seems unusual, perhaps even a fatal flaw that should have signaled our marriage was over. But the truth is, we were both happy that way. Donna had never been a highly sexual person. She hadn't dated a lot and although I never asked, I felt like I was the only man she had ever had sex with. Even when we first married, we only had sex once, twice, or at most three times a week. She seemed content to be with me, to share experiences, and build our domestic life together. We agreed it was too soon for a family. I know she felt a little self-conscious about it, because she once confessed that she had a special view of sex. I guess it just wasn't high on her list of favorite activities. We did cuddle, but usually when we watched movies. But she never once, seemed dissatisfied with our life together or even with my performances in bed. As far as myself, I wasn't a woman killer for sure. I hadn't started dating until the last couple of months in my senior year of high school. I guess you'd call those dates; we just went to a movie, ate pizza and then I maybe got a goodnight kiss at the end. Never had a second date with any of the girls. In college, I dated more and even had my first sexual encounter during second year. By my senior year, when I met Donna, I felt comfortable in bed with a woman. Not a Romeo for sure, but I wasn't anxious. I met her in a class. We clicked, flirting right away, and by the fifth date we had sex. Soon we were a steady couple. We married in her home town, right after we both graduated. The past five years we worked at a large manufacturing company, bought a small house, and generally set up shop together. We both liked movies, going to three or four a week. We also walked around the neighborhood together. A chance to talk about our day and do something to stay healthy. Vacations were at the beach, or an occasional trip back home to see our families. We never did anything wild or unusual, but it never felt routine to us. Like I said, we were very comfortable together. Like most guys, I guess, I masturbated in between sex with my wife, even when we first married. With the internet, images and stories were plentiful. It was easy to find things that got me excited, mostly images of nude women, short clips of sexual activity, or various erotic fantasy stories. None of it seemed strange, but I did check out a range of action. I was clearly not excited by multiple partners, bondage, discipline, dressing up, and especially not things pushing the border of acceptable behaviors. I just saw it as a way to release my sexual tensions, if Donna wasn't interested in sex that night. I did like watching clips of oral sex and began to try it on Donna. She let me go down on her a few times, usually as foreplay. I even brought her to orgasm once that way. But with her, once she came she lost all interest in more action. So that meant nothing for me. From that point on, I kept it to foreplay, before gradually dropping it. Donna seemed fine with that. She did reciprocate once or twice for me. I felt she did a good job, as she was able to take me all the way into her mouth. But it didn't seem pleasurable for her, so I never pushed it. I was content with my weekly fuck, and wanking to meet my other needs. After our fifth anniversary, however, our sexual trysts began to diminish. The frequency slowed, going to once every two weeks, then once a month or longer. It wasn't like she said no, but her body language and reactions let me know she wasn't eager for it. Of course, she never initiated sex, so it was always my desire that drove our sex play. Since I truly loved her, I wasn't about to end our happy marriage over something strictly physical, like a little sexual issue. We still kissed, when we left for work and returned home. We held each other closely, cuddling, with me occasionally fondling her. This was more like soft foreplay, but it never led to sexual intercourse. For me, I still came as often, but it was now by myself. Looking back, I can't even remember the last time we fucked. Somehow, we just stopped, but life went on. I did continue to look at porn and sexual sites, and had seen such things many times before. But it struck me once when I saw a couple do it in a role play video. Then I read a few stories about couples using it. It clicked for some reason. I looked for more such images, video clips, and stories. I was amazed at how common it really was. I mean it seemed counterintuitive as a sexual act. For me however, now it made me excited. Chastity play was not something that I would have ever put on a list of potential sexual experiences I wanted to try. But it seemed so exciting to watch or better to read about. The idea that a woman, either wife or girlfriend, would lock up her spouse's cock. Put it in a cage or tube or harness, locked tight, so he couldn't come without her permission, made me really horny. There was also a bit of role play to it as well. It seemed that the man was submitting to the woman, by letting her have control of his cock. The stories often played into how much more attentive it made the man, he was more concerned about pleasing his partner first than himself. It made men better husbands, and let wives know they were the most important part of his life. I loved reading stories about it, whether they were real experiences or wild fantasies. Videos always emphasized the moment the lock was clicked shut and the woman flaunted the key in front of her partner. I never failed to come when watching or reading about it. So I decided what the heck, I could experiment with it. Once I made the decision to get a chastity device for myself, I spent hours looking at designs, styles, and options. I quickly ruled out anything requiring piercings, too painful and extreme. Similarly, plastic or rubber designs didn't seem realistic enough, as they could be easily removed. I needed a middle ground, so I looked at metal designs, preferably inexpensive, non-custom models. A majority were built around the idea of a ring pressed tight against the body, with the cock and balls inside of it. A cage was then fitted over the cock and locked to the ring. The balls were usually left outside, the sack stretched taut, between the ring and cage. The wearer could not remove the cage without painfully hurting his balls. The designs seemed to take advantage of their extreme sensitivity. Reading about them, however, made it clear that a properly fitting one, was critical. So I did more research. I also knew any design had to be big enough to contain my cock without being too large as to allow it get hard. But the key dimension was the fit of the ring and the resulting gap for the balls. I must have measured myself, soft of course, hundreds of times. I had enough to give me a good idea of my size at rest. There didn't seem to be any point in measuring myself when I was hard. I more or less knew I was average in size that way. Once I had my profile, I began to look for an ideal fit. That took a while. I had zeroed in on one type of cage. It featured a lock built into the ring. The cage was very short, sometimes only with an inch or so of inside space. Although it seemed like it might be tight, the small size fit with my need to be inconspicuous. If I was to wear one, I didn't want Donna to be able to tell. I wasn't sure what she would think. Maybe if I found one that fit well, and I did like being that way, I could see if she would be interested. But not before. There was also the fact that the small size played into my developing desire to emphasize my smaller size while soft. It seemed to be a nice attribute to have if I was going to be locked up. Once I had decided on a style, sized it to what I think would fit, I ordered one. I was pretty confident about the cage, but based on feedback from other users, I knew the ring dimensions were most critical. So I opted for cage with a set of three rings. They spanned a range of diameters that I felt covered all my potential needs. Of course, I couldn't have it shipped to my home, so I rented a PO Box for delivery. The wait seemed like forever. The seller only gave a vague 2 week delivery window. Of course, I went by every day to check. Finally after three weeks it was there. A small, plain padded envelope, which hardly seemed big enough to hold it. I had to see it right away, so I parked on a side street and opened it. I was surprised by the weight. It was heavier than I expected. It also looked more compact and smaller too. I immediately worried about getting into it. Disposing of the envelope before I got home, I waited until late that night to try it on. Donna always went to bed a couple of hours before me. So after watching a movie on a pay channel, she went to bed and I went into the den where my laptop was. Nervously, I waited a full hour to be sure she was asleep. Then I went into the downstairs bath. I quickly pulled down my pants and briefs. My hands were actually trembling as I picked the medium-sized ring. I first tried to put my cock through the ring and then my balls, but that was so tight that it painfully squeezed them. So, I reversed the order. By putting each ball through one at a time and then compressing my cock, I could wiggle it through the ring. I had to wait a few minutes after I had all my junk through the ring, as I started to get erect from excitement. Once I cooled down, I was able to resume. Lining up the cage, inserting the pegs into holes in the ring, and aligning the clasps so the lock would engage, I closed it, removed the key, and the experiment was on. The first sensation was the weight. It tugged slightly on my genitals, but not painfully. I loved how it looked in the mirror and after a few minutes watching to be sure nothing was turning blue, I put on my briefs and pants again. The psychological impact of knowing you are fully restrained and unable to perform as a man, was such a rush. A rush, I couldn't even explain, since I still had a key, and really had no immediate prospects for sex with my wife. Still it was a rush. I sat down at my computer and quickly began to surf my preferred sites for chastity action. Early on, when I made a decision to get my own device, I joined a male chastity forum. It became my favorite site, as it had photos, stories, and comments posted from other chastity devotees. I also liked it because it was a regional forum, meaning most of the guys on it could actually be local to me. The majority of guys also posted on Twitter, as we each followed one another. I had become fascinated when someone posted a photo of themselves, locked up. I would tweet them with comments and questions. We also posted online comments that were visible to every member. It seemed like a real community, close and interested in each other. One of the things I wanted to do most, was post a photo of me, in my new chastity. That first night, I stayed up two more hours. Finally, I had to look at myself again. So I unbuckled my pants, pulling them and the briefs down so I could see, remaining in my chair. I was disappointed immediately. One of my balls had somehow worked its way past the ring. When I stood up, the whole device just slid away from me. Obviously, I needed the smallest ring. That meant I was down to one more choice. Given the late hour, I put everything away in a spot I suspected Donna wouldn't look and went to bed. It took me over an hour to fall asleep, as I was still excited about my prospects to be under lock and key. The next day, Donna and I went about our business as usual, including a walk around the neighborhood after dinner. By the time she went to bed, I was dying to get on with my experimenting with my device. I felt silly. Once again, I got it out, selected the tightest ring this time and got it fitted. I used the same approach of putting my balls through first, but I could tell the ring was much smaller, as it was more difficult. I wanted to post tonight, so I quickly took the first photo of myself under chastity control. After signing on to the forum, I made my post and looked at what else was new. I spent the next hour and a half, reading erotic fantasies about men being controlled by their wives and girlfriends while being teased and denied in their chastity cage. But even while I read the stories, doubts surfaced, slowly at first. Finally I had to go check out how it looked. This time I got up and went to the bathroom. I noticed my cock and sack seemed redder, dark sort of looking. Of course, I panicked and immediately unlocked my device, massaging myself once I was free. After fifteen minutes or so, all looked okay. But I decided to just leave it off and try again tomorrow. That began a pattern I followed for the next week. I never could get past an hour or so in my experiment, without developing concern about damaging myself. I got some feedback from a couple of forum friends, and read tweets from others facing the same situation. Basically, they agreed the smallest ring I had was too tight. I needed to order one, slightly bigger. I went back to the same online seller, found the two ring sizes between the ones I had, and ordered them. The wait now seemed to take forever. But finally a small padded envelope arrived in my PO Box. I took it home, stashed it and waited for Donna to go to sleep. The first ring, I tried was only one mm larger in diameter than the last ring I used. It seemed to fit, but after an hour, my cock and balls seemed to be darker. I tried to convince myself, that it was just because I was looking at them so much, but after another hour of wear I took it off and went to bed. The next few days, I tried it again. I eventually would keep myself locked up for as long as 4 hours, but I could never go a full day and certainly not overnight. Several guys, longtime chastity wearers, said they had similar problems when they first started. The next step scared me the most. I was going to try the other ring I had bought. It represented my last chance, as I now owned all the sizes that would be available commercially. Anything else would be a custom fit, and that was something I didn't want to do. So with reluctance, I put on my last hope. It was slightly easier to put on, but my worries remained. As with the other sizes, I checked it after an hour or so. To my relief, I didn't seem to be noticeably redder or dark nor did one of balls slip out. That first night I wore it for a full three hours. Later in bed, my emotions were at a peak. I could see me wearing it full time soon. The process did take a while, but I gradually built up confidence in the safety of this ring size. I was going all day in it on weekends, and usually put it on first thing when we got home from work. The overall size also seemed perfect, as it didn't produce a noticeable bulge in jeans or slacks. The small cage size, did tend to leave an impression on my cock head. I had darker marks, like bruises after the first few days. But these disappeared as I adapted to it. Finally after three weeks of short-term experiments like this, I decided to just plunge ahead. So one Saturday morning, I locked myself in it. We went about our normal weekend routines. Donna cleaned the house, while I paid bills. We finishing by going to an afternoon movie and eating dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. That night, instead of removing it, I went to bed still locked up. I had started wearing pajamas at some point when I had decided to experiment with chastity in anticipation of this night. Donna commented the first time she saw me in the morning, but soon adjusted to me being in bed with my PJ-bottoms. Despite my determination, it took several hours before I could drift off to sleep. The next morning I awoke with a jolt. There was pain in my groin area. Fearing the worst, I got up and headed to our attached bathroom. Relief swept over me when I pulled down the bottoms. I had a morning erection that was painfully pushing against the cage. That was something I had thought about early on, as I had woken up that way for as long as I could remember. A quick splash of cool water, and I went soft. Everything looked okay and I sat down to pee. That was one of the first adjustments I had to make to wear a chastity cage. I no longer could stand to pee like a man, but sat every time. I wore the cage until late Sunday night, being locked up for over 30 hours straight. I tweeted out all kinds of thoughts during that first weekend. Later I summarized them, added a photo and posted it on the forum. The congratulations and comments really reinforced my decision that this was what was right for me. From that moment on, I worked toward extending my time in my chastity device. Each milestone was cause for a celebratory post on the forum, always with a new photo. I easily made it a week, although I did have one close call, when Donna snuggled up next to me in bed one morning. I was able to grab her hand and hold it, lightly kissing it, just as she was sliding toward my crotch. I decided a weekly schedule would be right to develop my self-control. Once that time frame had become routine, I could look to extend it. Having a defined process made me feel that my experiment with chastity play would give me a true answer about the seriousness of my desires. Although, I truly loved the feeling that being locked up gave me, it did create problems. Foremost, was the delay and reduction of my orgasms. Big surprise, you idiot. I had dismissed this issue going into my sex play, as I was so focused on the fantasy that I never considered the day to day reality. That first week was easiest, as I seemed to be driven. But after that I had to face how much it really impacted my sexual satisfaction. Once Donna and I stopped having sex, I had fallen into a pattern of masturbating four or five times a week, at a minimum. Now I had to wait until late Sunday night - once a week. It was true that my orgasm seemed explosive, the tension having built up all week. But the craving to come would hit me about mid-week, and it started to mess with my head having to delay it. My forum friends told me that was the next part to conquer. I had beaten the physical adjustment, now I needed to adjust mentally. Knowing how far I had come, I decided I could do this too. The next biggest problem was now contact with Donna. Maybe I hadn't noticed, but despite our lack of sexual intercourse, she still like to feel my body. Cuddling close to me when watching movies, pressing her breasts into my back, spooning in bed when waking up, or just a soft touch with her hand, all of these now put me on guard to be sure she somehow didn't feel the hard metal wrapped around my cock. Slipping in and out of the shower, getting dressed for work, or putting on our workout gear for a walk, every chance opportunity, I had to be aware of her location. That was another mental hurdle to get over. In some ways, I felt like I was creating more separation from her, but I started to doing other things in our life to compensate. One notion had always appealed to me about chastity. That once I was fully trained, I would seek ways to please my keyholder, who I hoped to be Donna. In my fantasies that would be long periods of oral sex for her, with an occasional eruptive bout of fucking for me. But it also included me assuming more of her routine chores, a sort of dowry I would give to her to be sure my keyholder was happy. To that end, I sort of started doing things that had been her responsibilities. For example, even though I knew how to do laundry and had done my own when I was in college, Donna normally did it. So I slowly began to run a load or two. Maybe towels, or plain whites, something easy. The first time she said nothing, but the next time, she approached me. First thanking me, but with an inquisitive look. Donna asked if she wasn't doing it the way I wanted. I had to laugh. I told her that she did it perfect, but I just wanted to do more stuff, you know to help around the house. Her reaction was so positive, moving to hug me, it took a quick move of my lower body to keep her from pressing against my cage. From then on, she was quite observant and appreciative of any effort I made to do a new chore. I even went as far as to ask her for tips, on certain things, to be sure I was doing as she wanted. I think the most flabbergasted she got, was when I asked about how to hand wash some of her delicate laundry items. I knew she always hand washed her hosiery, and if she wasn't too busy, other lingerie like bras and panties. After a month or so, I had assumed all the laundry duties. It didn't take her long to start separating out her delicate items, including such things as a special blouse or sweater, for my detailed attention. I could tell this was something she had never imagined I would do for her. I liked to make a special deal about it. Often bringing her a glass of wine, so she could read and relax while I tended to her specials, as she called them. When I did such things, my cock would invariably swell up inside its cage, as the whole act seemed to represent everything I wanted to achieve with my chastity. During this time, I not only became quite comfortable in my chastity device, but I actually experimented with a special feature it had, a urethral insert. This was a long tube that went inside of the penis, then screwed into the tip of the cage. It was supposed to function like a catheter, and in fact was quite efficient. Without it, piss would get all over the end of the cage when I went to the bathroom. Even wiping with a lot of tissue, left some behind. But with the insert, the piss came out the hole at the end, leaving me much cleaner. The first time I pissed through it, seemed like I had made a big leap toward being a fully chastised male. At first, I couldn't keep it in for long, but like the cage, I slowly began extended my time with it inserted. It just seemed to complete my imprisonment. Of course, these steps were all documented with photos for my twitter followers and to post on the forum, just like you would for any experiment. It didn't surprise me that I had lots of comments on what I shared. It was just how our community reacted to each other. Many positive ones, some questions, and maybe just an occasional one, poking fun, with emoji's. I had grown to enjoy my interaction with the other chastity devotees. I learned almost all the screen names and could recognize them by avatars even. So I was kind of caught off guard, when I received a fairly long comment with a lot of compliments. I had seen similar sentiments in other messages, but I had never seen this name. He wasn't a twitter follower and as far as I could remember he hadn't posted on the forum before. A quick search confirmed my suspicions. I was more than a little intrigued as to why this poster chose to comment so much on my post. Maybe he was new? So I searched twitter and saw the same name. Assuming it was my poster, I sent him a tweet to thank her, him, or them. I got a response pretty quick. Not stalker quick, but within ten minutes. Anyone who had read my posts, knew quite a bit about me. You could see I was male, white, approaching middle age, but still trim and in shape. From my posts, you knew I wanted badly to be a full-time chastity wearer, serious about it. For example, once I reached where I could comfortable take a week in the device, I followed the pattern of most chastity wearers and shaved my cock, balls and body at the base of my cock. It made the presentation much more appealing and visible. But I knew nothing about this person, except they liked my effort. So my first response, was a general inquiry. Friendly I hoped, but I felt at a disadvantage knowing nothing about them. "Thanks for the nice words. I like that about our community. Everyone seems to understand." "Well, I enjoyed reading your posts and seeing your photos. An interesting progression from beginner to someone who seems really committed to the control offered by a chastity device. Many posters here only wear for short periods. They seem more for show than for real. But you're different and I like that." "I just do what I feel is right for me. But again I appreciate your compliments. I haven't seen you post here before, are you new?" "True I haven't posted. But I have been visiting the forum for a long time. The idea of chastity control is something that always intrigued me. Seems like it takes a special person to commit to that. I guess, after reading about all your experimenting, I felt you needed to know others see your efforts for all they really mean. They tell me a lot about you. Hope it was alright to comment?" "Oh yes, that's one thing that is a base for the forum. We almost expect our community to say something about our posts. So are you trying out chastity too?" "No, not yet. I've looked at many aspects of it, but not immersed myself in the culture yet. You're the first person I've contacted. I was hoping maybe I could bounce some questions off of you. Would that be okay, you know, privately? I thought it might be a better conversation if it were one on one. Do you mind?" I smiled at his candor. I felt I knew him better now, because I had felt the same way at first. In some ways, it is difficult to admit you wish to be locked up. So I could totally understand him wanting a private conversation. I was also a little proud, how he felt my journey was the kind he might wish to do as well. "Sure we can speak privately. Do you want to do Twitter or email? I use both. Call me Ted." "If you don't mind, let's stick with messaging on twitter first. Then if you feel comfortable, we might go to email for longer exchanges. I'm Foster." I have to admit this was quite exciting. So far I'd made a few good friends, but no one had approached me as someone more experienced in the realm of chastity. So this felt good. Once we connected, he began to quiz me. "I noticed from your photos that you've chosen a really compact cage. It seems like in most pictures on the form, guys choose larger cages. Cages that show more of their cock. Even if they aren't big enough most of the time to fill it out. However, yours seems real snug. Was it difficult to adjust to a small cage like that?" Even though this was not a face to face conversation, I blushed anyway. I had chosen a really small cage. In fact it was among the smallest available. I felt it was more appropriate, as I was quite small when soft, even though when erect I was average in size. Still, it gave a different impression of my cock size, something every man was sensitive about. "It did take some time to become accustomed to this design, but I felt it was the best choice for me. First, I am always smaller when soft despite my larger size when erect. I too have noticed how some men opt for a big cage. It seemed to me, that a fit like that for my circumstances would be too loose. You know it might encourage my penis to try to get erect more often if it had some room to grow. With the design I picked, it is fully contained always." "So what happens if you start to get hard? Does it get painful?" "Not painful, but you do feel the pressure of the cage. The first few times I got a morning wood, I had to manipulate my cock so it felt better. But now, it seems adjusted to the tight confinement. I guess I have fewer spontaneous erections now because the feedback of the tight cage discourages it." "I also noticed you are one of the few, maybe the only one, who posts regularly on the forum that uses a urethral insert for extended periods. What is the longest you kept it in?" Again, I had to smile. He seemed to really know my profile and I could sense the same types of interests that I had when I began. It would have been nice if one of the forum users had my level of experience when I had these questions. "I've made it a week. I probably could go longer, as you adjust to it being there, the longer you use it. I know it's more a psychological part than the cage, but using the insert makes the chastity device seem far more controlling." "I totally agree. When I've seen pictures of someone with one, it just seems that it is a complete arrangement, sort of a total surrender to being controlled, inside and out. But I also noticed that the wearer can remove it whenever they wish, far different from the cage or tube. That bothered me, as I wanted my interaction with chastity to be totally controllable. That is another reason I liked your experience. I wanted to offer you something. Would you be interested?" The simple answer was yes. I admit I am obsessed with the whole act of chastity. If there is more, I'm in. But I wasn't sure what he meant. "What exactly are you offering? I'm not sure I follow." "Well I like to experiment and modify designs of all kinds of gadgets. When I began to think about chastity in a serious way, I looked at what designs were available to see if I could improve them. The cages seem pretty well made, particularly those with an integrated lock. But the issue of how to control urethral inserts was not addressed. Most of the chastity designs use a screw in type tip for attaching the insert to the cage. Yours is that way. So I played with a few designs and I have developed a small adjustment to make the whole insert lockable. It's pretty simple. All you have to do is replace the screw-in tip with my modified one. Let me send you a photo, so you can see what I'm talking about." A few seconds later, an image appeared in our conversation. It was a close up of the modification he was talking about. As I looked at it, his message resumed. "It has an adjustable screw on the side that presses the tip against the end bars of the cage. Once it is adjusted it can't be removed without loosening that screw. The screw isn't a usual type, like a Philips head, but has a fairly rare pattern. You have to use the special key. That's the thing in the photo which looks like an Allen wrench. It adjusts the side screw. It's not quite as secure as a lock and key, but pretty darn close. That way you have complete control of the entire chastity device. What do you think?" "It sounds like a real improvement, if I'm following your explanation. I can see how tightening the screw would be like an additional lock. That would complete the whole cage. Nice idea." "Thanks, I think it works pretty well. So, when I saw your posts and how serious you were, I thought about how my modification might be good for you. If you want to try it, I can send you the tip and two of the locking tools. I'll give them to you for free. All you'd have to do, is switch tips on your plastic urethral tube. I'd love to hear from someone who's serious about chastity to see if performs as well in real life as it does on a test bench. Do you have a PO Box? I can send it that way anonymously." This was such a surprise. I never expected to be so interactive with someone from the forum. I thought it over, trying to decide if there was some risk to my privacy in doing this. Could he get my name from the PO Box? I thought it was pretty protected. The idea of being completely locked up, was very enticing. So I decided, if I had been willing to have a chastity device sent to me, how would this item be more risky? He already knew I lived in the region, so even knowing my city wouldn't be that identifiable. I quickly typed out my box address. "Here this should work. Thanks for the offer, I can't wait to try it out." "Me too, I've been dying to get some feedback on this. I'll just address it to resident, as the post office delivers anything to a PO Box, as long as the address is right." We chatted a bit longer and ended with a promise from me that I'd get back to him, once I tried out the lockable tip. I was on edge the next few days, waiting for it to arrive. When I had ordered the chastity device, it was weeks before it came. But this time, two days after our talk, there was a plain letter in the box. I saw it had a PO Box for a return address, but no name. The city with his PO Box address was only about 40 miles from me. I quickly opened it. The tip and tools were exactly like the photo. Later that evening, I switched it onto the tube from my device. I could see how easily it tightened to lock in. After my shower the next morning, I put on my chastity device, slid in the insert, and soon was fully locked up. It felt no different physically, but mentally it was an exciting change. After a few days of use, during which I unscrewed it and replaced it several times, I was sold. I wanted to give my new friend a report, so I took a few photos that showed the screw-in tip in place in my cage. I sent those, along with a glowing report, to him early the next day. Later that night, he contacted me again. We chatted a bit, and I answered all his questions. He seemed pleased. I thanked him again for the gift. Just as I was about to go, he wanted to know one more thing. "Ted, can I make a suggestion? I can see you shave the area around your cage, you know basically the cock and balls. I get it that most users, feel it looks better that way, and I guess is more hygienic. But it seems odd you know, to stop at that point. For example, in you photos, you're smooth there, but right above you have a thick bush of pubic hair, totally untrimmed. I think it would look much neater, sexier too, if you extended your shaving up that far. I don't mean remove it all, but give it some shape and trim it so it isn't so long and wooly looking. You don't need to do something as small as a landing strip type design, but I think given your cage size, that a small triangle of hair would look much more in balance. So, think about it. Thanks again, for all your help and advice." Foster signed off before I could respond. I found it odd that he would make that suggestion, but when I changed that night to get ready for bed, I looked at my caged cock more closely. I could see what he meant. In fact, the contrast between my shaved area and the rest of my hairy body, did look out of balance. The next morning, after thinking about it more in bed, I went ahead and did as he suggested. I emerged from the shower with only a very small triangle of hair above my cage. I had shaved the area up to my navel, so that from the front I was smooth almost everywhere near my cage. I also trimmed the remaining hair, so it was short. I immediately loved the new look. I took a quick photo and sent it to Foster. Somehow, it wasn't just the fact that his suggestion was a good idea. It seemed like he was a little more in control. First the lockable insert, now grooming tips. In both cases, my positive response was affected by how he directed me, although quite innocently on his part. One of the key reasons I liked chastity, was the implication that I would be turning control over to someone else. I would have loved for that someone to be Donna. But since I wasn't quite ready to go that far yet, having an online substitute, even if it was more a mental fabrication for myself, was a pleasant replacement. When Foster responded positively to my new look, it just reinforced those feelings. His next question was in the same vein as his earlier suggestions. "Ted, I haven't asked about how you dress day to day with your chastity. What do you wear over it? Boxers, briefs, or something else? Panties maybe? I mean given how smooth you look now, I think something sheer would look great. So what is it?" "Oh normally just regular white briefs. I was never comfortable in boxers. Panties aren't something that I ever thought about. Why would you think I might wear girls' underwear? Even if I wanted that, it'd be too difficult to buy." "It's just that panties seem logical given your willingness to keep your cock under lock and key. Not to mention shaving such a cute little design for your pubes. True, a landing strip would be even more feminine, but that shaped triangle does give the same impression. Personally, I kind of expect most chastity devotees to be receptive to that look as well. Maybe you should try it. Tell you what, let me buy you a pair. Something that would accentuate your look. I'll send them to your PO Box and you can try it to see how you like it. I'd really like to see you in something sexy." This was really a surprise. But somehow, he convinced me to give him my waist and hip sizes, so he could get me a pair. I tried to protest, but like his suggestion for shaving, I didn't offer a lot of resistance. In fact, when the padded envelope arrived in my box a few days later, I was really excited. I waited, as usual, for Donna to go to bed. Then I went to the downstairs bath. When I opened the envelope, my hands were trembling. As I pulled at the underwear to get a look, I inhaled sharply. They were certainly striking and sexy. They were a full size panty, old fashioned in styling. Except they were totally sheer, with lace accents around the leg openings and on both sides. They were also a pretty peach color. I quickly took off my pants and reached to pull down my typical white brief, with an overlapping fly. I realized they were very vanilla, something I had started wearing as soon as I grew out of diapers. They certainly didn't fit with the exotic chastity cage I now wore. I slowly stepped in the silky panty and pulled it up until it fit snuggly around my waist. My cock immediately signaled its approval as it tried it's best to get hard inside my small cage. I turned to look at my image in the mirror. Once again, I inhaled sharply. I couldn't believe how sexy they made me look. The panties were sheer enough that you could plainly see the cage with the small triangle of pubic hair above it. But that image was framed by the lace on the panties. It was something I had never imagined wearing, but now loved how it looked. Partially I confess that it was because Foster had selected them for me. Turning around, I could see how tightly they fit my ass. Despite being conflicted about wearing women's lingerie, I loved how it looked. Turns out Foster was right about this too. So I took a photo for him. Several in fact. Then sent them to him. Later the next day, there were several nice comments from him. I blushed when I read one, where he complemented my round ass and how the sheer look of the panty enhance it. Foster suggested maybe he needed to send me a few other pairs, so I would have a nice assortment to wear. I meekly agreed that it would be good idea. Although I did protest that he shouldn't have to pay for them, he rejected any offers for money. He merely replied that it was payment enough to see me in them. As a parting comment, Foster mentioned that my next photos would look better if I shaved my butt to make it smooth like my cock and balls. A few days later, a larger package arrived. It was clear he wanted me to wear them all the time. The thrill I was getting from submitting to him, even if he didn't intend for it to be that way, got stronger every day. That night when I opened the package, my heart was racing in anticipation. I had already shaved like he asked, and loved how smooth I felt. Seeing what he sent, I was surprised at the range of designs I found. I had expected more panties of the same design as the first and there was one pair like the first, only pure white. But Foster clearly wanted me to wear other styles as well. The first new one was a bikini style, light yellow and sheer. The next was another full brief design, in beige, sheer but with a subtle lace pattern. The third pair was a seemingly too small thong design, in a bright pink. Fourth was a string bikini in a stretchy black lace. The last two pairs really surprised me. They were a bikini design, but featured attached garters. One had a split crotch, a lace ruffle across the back, and the other was stretchy lace with a silky front panel, in coral. Foster confirmed that the garters weren't an afterthought, because at the bottom of the package were two pairs of sheer stockings with a lace accent around the top, one in tan and the other black. Despite the wide array of styles, or perhaps because of it, I hurriedly tried them all on. The fit was perfect, even the small thong molded itself to my cage, showing off its outline in bright pink. The others all gave glimpses of both my cage and neat triangle. The split crotch pair, gave me a totally different look, as my caged cock easily slid through the gap in the crotch. My chastity device was now front and center with the pretty purple and black fabric as a backdrop. I loved them all, as the new designs conferred a much more submissive look to me. It also helped that I knew, only Foster would see them on me, as they would be hidden under my slacks normally. The pairs with garters puzzled me though. So when I sent photos to him, a couple for each design, I asked about the stockings. I just didn't see how they were appropriate. "Ted I'm so glad you liked my selections. I think they all look wonderful on you. I'm sure you'll be thrilled when you wear them. To me, wrapping your caged cock, with its compact look, in pretty accents is the perfect arrangement. As far as your question, including the stockings was just a logical extension. I see no reason why you shouldn't wear those too, as they complement your choice to wear panties. But you do need to shave your legs. I don't want to see photos of your outfits that aren't finished in every detail. Also buy a nice pair of heels, maybe a black pair of pumps. They would be the final accent to your look. Send me snaps of those two panties, with both sets of stockings when you've removed your leg hair and acquired the shoes. I want to congratulate you again, I think you've become the ideal example for me of what male chastity control can be all about." In some ways, his request seemed outrageous. But I rationalized it pretty easily, as I had already shaved my pubic area and my ass, as well as my cock and balls. Within days, I had shaved both legs. I also looked online for some black pumps. I knew Donna had a few pairs with higher heels, probably 4 inches. I wasn't sure I could wear those, but did want something to make my legs sexy, so I decided on three inch heels. I had looked at sizes and concluded a woman's nine would be just about right for my size 8. Within a week, the shoes came to my PO Box. When I dressed fully in the hose and heels, I felt decadent, sexy, and submissive. I sent him the photos he requested. I had to admit, I loved these last steps. It seemed to be, as he said, a logical extension of my experiment with chastity. I now wore my lockable insert constantly, sort of conditioning my cock to its presence. I sort of reasoned it was like someone having to use a catheter on a continuing basis. I also maintained my smooth look. I usually only wore panties, but occasionally at night after Donna was in bed, I'd put on the hose and heels. Foster liked to know, when we interacted real time, that I was dressed that way. It felt good to be under the direction of someone else. He had asked if I minded sending him a photo or two every day. I did that too. So, I guess I was sort of mentally conditioned by him. Later that week, we were just talking online, as we had become regulars, when he surprised me. He always had questions about chastity and I liked the feedback from him on my journey. Until his question, it seemed like our regular exchange. But it shifted quickly. "Ted, I see you have fully adopted to my suggestions. I'm pleased that you seem to like them. I assume your wife liked them as well?" I sat back from my laptop. Why would Foster think I was married? I had made it a point to never mention my wife or give any hint that I might be married. First, I wanted to protect my privacy. Second, it was hard to admit that we were no longer intimate. Third, the fact that I had a wife who had no knowledge that I wore a chastity cage for extended periods seemed even more embarrassing. I decided to respond to keep that knowledge secret. "Oh, I'm not married Foster. Right now I live by myself." "Really? I just assumed your wife was your keyholder. Is that not the case?" "No, I'm single. What made you think I was married?" "I pretty much knew you were. I mean you wear a wedding ring, right? Single guys don't wear such jewelry." "A wedding ring? No, I don't wear one." "Well I saw one in a photo. I think it was one of your first photos you posted. You were ecstatic about finding the proper fitting ring for your chastity cage. You were holding it away from your body. The wedding band was clearly there. I think I have the shot, if you doubt me. But why the big deal. I assume most guys on the board either have their wife or girlfriend as their keyholder." I swallowed, stunned by his response. Any doubt disappeared when he sent me the photo he was talking about. I instantly remembered the shot, as I was thrilled by how it fit. I guess I didn't look closely enough at the angle that I held my caged cock. He was right, my wedding band was very obvious. Now what do I do? Foster took control of the conversation, leaving me few options. "So, you are married. Why are you trying to hide the fact? I mean, you could be lying about wearing the device full time, but you have shaved yourself. That wouldn't be easy to hide from your wife. Have you just been fooling everyone about your chastity and commitment to it? Or does your wife not want you to share these details? I feel confused, I felt we were being totally honest with each other." "No, no. It's real, I swear. But it's hard to explain. I mean, most everyone wouldn't believe it. I guess I felt odd about it. The truth is, I am married, but my wife isn't my keyholder. In fact, she has no idea I wear a chastity device." "So you're telling me that you wear a cage on you cock, full-time, for weeks at a time. Yet you wife has no clue about it? How's that possible? Look I don't like being made a fool of, you know. I believed everything you told me and trusted you enough to share my feelings too. What's going on?" I felt trapped. I hadn't wanted to tell anyone this side of my situation. But I loved my interactions with Foster and especially how he both looked to me for advice and inadvertently provided me with some feeling of being under control. I couldn't see anyway out but to tell him the truth. "Honestly, I am married. To a lovely, sweet woman, a woman I adore. But somehow, someway, the sexual intimacy of our marriage has gone away. We are still loving, exchanging a kiss, or cuddling. We still do lots together, but we just stopped having sex. I guess that made my interest in chastity grow. But she knows nothing about it. I sort of wanted to experiment with it to be sure it was something I really wanted, before I told her about it. I wouldn't have played this for charades, I really have done everything I told you about. I apologize if you're upset by this. But it's all true." "Ted, that certainly is an interesting twist. You did all this, without a keyholder. Made all these changes, physically and mentally, without involving the person I assume means the most to you. If you really and truly love her, how could you not tell her? What are you going to say, when she finds out? And she will find out, trust me. Nothing this big, this different, can be kept a secret forever. I would bet she'd be upset that you did this without her. Especially if you have no other story surrounding your commitment. Don't you think she'll be crushed? Don't you think she'll see it all as unusual?" I hadn't expected this line of conversation. But Foster was right. Donna would be hurt to know I did this behind her back. Also, that I did it without any mitigating circumstances. Would she believe me if I told her that I wanted her to be the keyholder? Why would she, if I did it all without one? I felt lost and scared. "I guess you're right Foster. I got so swept up in my experiment. The challenges of controlling my sex drive, of demonstrating that I could submit to chastity. That I could surrender to something larger, I didn't think about her reactions. I guess, I'll have to step away from it. I don't think I could explain it in any other way." "That certainly is one option. But I suspect, it's one you couldn't keep. I've seen enough of you, learned about you, to understand and believe that for some reason, chastity is a central part of your life now. I doubt you could end it cold turkey. You probably would yo-yo back and forth, which would leave you almost as vulnerable as if you did nothing at all. To me the primary issue, is how to convince her that it is important that you remain in chastity, under the control of someone. I believe you when you say you want it to be her, eventually. But I also believe you when you say, you want to be sure chastity is exactly what you fantasized about before opening up to her about it. I think what you need is a cover story. Something to explain why you're doing it and how you got where you are now. Then you'd have a chance to explain that you were in training, so to speak. If you don't get caught, and reach the point where you want her to take control, then the backup story can be ditched. But if you get caught, it's there so you can use it. Heck, maybe if you get caught, you can tell from her reaction that the truth is best. Either way you need to be protected." That made sense to me, even scared as I was. I started to rack my brain for a suitable explanation. I told Foster that sounded like a good plan, I just needed the cover story. "Ted, if you trust me, I think I can give you the cover story. We'd need to create a trail, something you could show her. What I'm suggesting is that you tell her, if need be, that you role-played with someone online. That you let them be your keyholder until such time you were sure about it. Until such time, you wanted her to keep your key for real. Of course, I'm offering to be that person. We just have to do enough, so that in the heat of getting caught, you can answer her honestly and not try to make up stuff on the spot. For example, you need to be able to tell her that you sent the keys to your cage and insert locks to me. So, I need to get those keys for real. But, she doesn't have to know that each lock has two keys. That you kept one set for yourself. That way, even if you're scared and embarrassed, you can tell her the truth, or most of it. It will come naturally, because it is real. We can create similar cover stories for other aspects of your chastity lifestyle. What do you think?" I easily saw the truth to his idea. I had been caught enough times doing something wrong by my mom before, when I was a kid, to know I was a bad liar. But if I only had to tell Donna part of the truth rather than a lie, I could be convincing. Just the trick about the keys was one good example. But what about other things? "Foster, I see what you mean and its sounds good. But how would you explain other aspects of what I'm doing? It might seem pretty strange out of context." "We just need to create the story in a form she can check out. We need to create a paper trail of sorts to show her. We can use email for that. We need to start at a point, like where we were when we first started talking. But let me lead this time. That way you could show her, you relied on me to help you explore chastity. Not the other way around. Does that sound plausible? I think because, it's only online and not with another woman, you should be fine. Trust me, and just respond when I send you emails. Okay? If you do as I tell you, we can make a nice escape plan, you can use if things go wrong. What's your email?" At that point, I quickly looked at his reasoning, and agreed it was a good plan. Best of all, I would likely never need it. I felt pretty sure, I was ready for full time chastity. All I needed was a plan to bring the subject up to her. The way she reacted when I took over the laundry, told me she might see this whole thing as a way to enrich her life, as well as mine. But first I needed to set my defense, so I gave Foster my email name. I had a dummy name, I used on a limited basis. It wasn't tied to any of my main accounts and the name was not identifiable as mine. Foster also showed me how to alter the time/date stamps on my email trail. He would do the same for his, so that it would look like we started these exchanges months ago. Finally, he told me to check tomorrow and just follow his lead. It was critical that I be able to show her the email string, so we had to act like tomorrow was the start of our interactions. The next day at work was really strange. For some reason, I was hyper and sexually awake. My cock seemed to be swelling inside its cage every few minutes and I was leaking too, something that rarely happened. But I was also mentally on edge. It was like I was eager to begin the process Foster talked about. After work, I called Donna to see if she wanted to meet me for dinner out. We had a nice meal, then went home and later walked the neighborhood. Our conversation flowed easily and naturally. That was one of the reasons I still loved her; we seemed like more than just partners. By the end of the day, I almost forgot to logon to see what Foster might have sent. There was one email waiting for me to open. "Ted, you posted that you were eager to try chastity for real. Well, I considered myself a professional at training inexperienced users on the ways and means of male confinement. In your post, you offered that you had a chastity device and had even worn it for limited periods. You sound like you're ready to take the next step. If you think you can be my trainee, you need to do several things to prove it. First, put on your cage. From now on, you will remain caged when I tell you to and not remove it unless given permission. Next, take a few photos of yourself in the cage. No need to include facial features. I prefer to preserve anonymity for both parties in the training. I have no desire for an actual real time meeting. All of our interactions will be online or exchanges via mail. My role is to prepare you for an eventual keyholder. But even though we won't meet, I expect you to obey me at all times and submit to my demands. There will be some requests that might be embarrassing for you, or make you consider if this is worth it. Those hurdles will define whether you are ready or not to spend the rest of your life in a chastity device. I expect photos by tomorrow morning." Just reading the email, made me swell again. Even though I was far along the process, returning to the beginning under the pretense Foster set up, made me excited. When I first started with chastity, I would have loved to meet someone like the role Foster was playing. I could see how the next few weeks would set a good precedent if Donna confronted me before I was ready to tell her. I quickly composed a reply, included three of my very early photos and sent them to Foster. The next two weeks we went through the process, documenting each step of my submission into chastity. I was struck early on, but how naturally dominant Foster was. He seemed to have a way of writing that made his words seem strong, and resistance futile. So besides setting up an excuse, I was enjoying the role playing we were laying out in the emails. By the end of the second week, I had 'progressed' to having shaved genitals, had begun using the urethral insert, and 'wearing' my cage full-time. Foster had also set up the reasoning for me assuming more domestic duties from Donna, like doing all the laundry. Each day, I looked forward to reading my email from Foster. The next one, began the process of cementing my excuses. "Ted, you've shown that you're a capable subject who is ready for the next step. To truly be in chastity, you must relinquish your ability to unlock yourself. It's clear that you desire the control, but lack the internal fortitude to resist carnal urges on your own. So it's time you sent me the keys to your chastity device. Include keys for both the lock and the urethral insert. From this point on, I will decide if and when you may be released. You must understand, that once you surrender the keys to me, you are forfeiting your rights as a man. Men are defined in many ways, but among the most important is their ability to sexually interact with women. Once you give me your keys, you must consider yourself no longer a free man, but not even a man at all. You will be more like a young boy, a eunuch, or someone who has minimal or even no masculinity. Think about it seriously, because I guarantee that once you take this step you will have to follow a path that will challenge your preconceived notions about who and what you are. But I have faith that this is indeed right for you. Eventually, your own keyholder will reap the benefits of all these sacrifices. I expect to see those keys in my mail box soon. We won't talk until I can hold those in my hands." I felt a surge of excitement just reading his email. God, if this were real, I would be so scared, but so excited too. Foster had a real knack for placing the moment in context. Of assigning meaning to every step I took down the path of chastity. That night, I put two keys in an envelope to him. Dropping them in the mail the next day, again, was exciting and scary at the same time, despite the knowledge that I had my own set of keys. This whole thing just seemed so real. I knew it would take a few days for the keys to get to him since it was a Friday, but even so, not getting my daily dose of control from him was like being denied a drug. His control had become addicting. To help pass the time, I focused more on Donna. I decided that she might appreciate me doing more than laundry, so I asked that Saturday morning, as she began her weekly cleaning, if I could help. She looked at me with a puzzled and then pleased expression. She cross-examined me on why I offered to help. Similar to the laundry, Donna seemed worried that I found her work lacking. But because I had made the move with the laundry, she was receptive to it very quickly. In fact, after showing me how to do what she had planned on, to clean the bath facilities, dust, and vacuum, Donna actually told me if I was going to clean, she wanted to do some shopping. In some ways, this was better than I had even hoped, as it indicated that when I approached her about being my keyholder, she would see many obvious benefits for herself. As with my chastity, the actual work of cleaning the house was mostly dull, almost demeaning work. It was the psychological aspects of emulating submitting to her that made it palatable. The rest of the weekend, I spent doting on her. We ate out, took our walks, and went to two movies. I fell into a routine of holding hands, cuddling when possible, and exchanging quick kisses. It reminded me of when we first met and started dating. More expressions of attachment, love, and concern than outright lust and sexual cravings. I was tempted to see if she wanted me to go down on her, but was afraid that she'd want to reciprocate and my secret would be out. All I could feel was how this might be my future if she agreed to be my keyholder. In truth, it seemed so positive to me, I loved feeling that I was committing whole heartedly to her without any guarantee of sexual satisfaction or reward unless she provided it. I was almost not ready for Foster's email on Monday night. But it sat there waiting there in my inbox after work. I opened it and saw immediately the photo showing two lock keys and two of the Allen-wrench type tools. He must have used other sets to make it look complete. I began to read the note that came with the photo. "Congratulations Ted. I got your keys and you are now officially under my chastity control. I will make no promises about when or if you might be released to seek relief. I do promise to faithfully train you so that when a permanent keyholder is ready for you, you will be ready for her. But your sending me the keys to your locks also represents you in essence ceding your manhood to me. That leaves you a lesser man, devoid of one of the most essential parts of masculinity. Because you no longer represent a complete man, and have chosen to give up control of your male sexuality, I think you need to learn to appreciate your innate femininity. Most men have some feminine traits or feelings, at least. But I want you to encourage your development of those feminine traits. I believe a man in chastity will be more content if he adopts many of the common ways of a woman. I will start with having you embrace a more feminine appearance. Tonight, I want you to shave your pubic area into a narrow landing strip, something many women routinely do, as males prefer their girls to be smooth and sexy. Similarly, I want your butt shaved too. Since you have already shaved your genitals as part of the process of becoming chaste, this won't require much effort. I also have sent you something new to wear. When I received your keys, I sent six pairs of sexy panties for you. They should be in your box soon. When you get them, please begin wearing them exclusively, as you realistically no longer need male briefs, with a fly, as I'm sure you have been sitting to pee for some time. Panties are also more appropriate for you now, as they can be frilly, lacy, and designed to show off their wearer. Of course, I expect several photos of each so you can confirm your obedience. These types of requests and your obeying them, will be one way you earn any possible release." As I read it, my cock tried in vain to get hard. Even though I knew I had my own set of keys, I felt panic for a moment. It all seemed so real in his message. I was surprised by the landing strip. He hadn't indicated he might make changes to what we had already done. Because he hadn't asked me to shave my legs yet, I could tell he wanted photos only of the panties without garters. My heart raced as I reread his note. Oh, how I longed to feel that kind of control from Donna. In my heart, I knew I was getting close to that. After she went to bed, I carefully shaved my pubes. Although it was only a little bit more, when I was done, it was hard to deny the decidedly feminine look. Because, the small triangle I had before would be visible through some of my panties, I had to take new photos to send him. Mentally I evaluated how much more Foster and I needed to do, to finalize my cover story. It seemed like only his orders to shave my legs, as well as to wear hose remained. So I felt good about where we stood. I was also feeling much closer to Donna. She had been so complimentary of my work cleaning the house this weekend. Plus she seemed very comfortable when she pointed out that I needed to do some of her personal laundry items. If I was going to clean the house, I needed to be sure to keep up the laundry as well. When she finished, she leaned over to stroke my cheek, kiss my forehead, and accidentally brush one of her breasts across my arm. I was so busy at work the next day and doing all the laundry for Donna, that I neglected to check my email. So it had been two days when I opened the message from Foster. I more or less knew what he would say. Or so I thought. "Ted, I think you'll agree that your new lingerie is the perfect accent for your caged cock. I know you mentioned that you needed training to prepare for asking your wife to be you keyholder. But you have failed to let me know more about her. I know some degree of separation is preferred for your training, but I would like to know for sure that you are indeed married. Please send me some photos of your wife. Face shots aren't necessary, but I would like a few that show her beauty. Be creative, as the proper attitude from you will count a lot towards possible release. Also, be sure to continue to wear your panties every day.

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My name is Johanna, I'm 22 living with a roommate as a go to college. As a college girl, I spend most of the time on the internet. One day while straying off from a research that I was doing, I ended up in one of those popular chat rooms where people just chat, meet new people or even hook up. So I was talking to this guy who was just very aggressive. He kept talking about what he would do to me. One thing that caught my curiosity was him saying things about fucking me in the ass. It was very...

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You find yourself out on the town again, in your local Bar The Bold Exchange Drinking a beer. Taking a quick guess at the surrounding bottles and a slight dizziness to your perspective you deduce that you are in fact on the verge of being drunk. You start making your way over to the men's restroom and stumble through the door and onto the sink directly in front of you. You stare deeply into the mirror, trying to determine what you look like this drunken night.

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So me and my mate are at my house, playing PS3 in the living room. He is round for a sleepover and we are both straight. It's relatively early and we start talking about girls. I quickly start getting aroused and note that he too, appears to be getting a boner. It's my turn and I pause the game, and we both reach a kind of mutual understanding through eye contact. 'We both turn around, then on the count of 3 we spin with our cocks out,' I say. 'Sound like a deal?' 'Sure,' he says. So,...

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As she got older, Sarah, like most kids, noticed how her Mommy and Daddy interacted with each other, from small talk to when they did icky things like hug and kiss. She never saw them argue or fight, but often heard them in their bedroom at night. Her Mommy was really loud! But it never sounded like they were fighting. Over time, she noticed them even more and the icky hugging and kissing stuff wasn’t icky. She noticed even more after she hit puberty. The way they looked at each...

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Accidental Incest

I cornered him a couple of times letting him know exactly what I would do to him if he ever put his dick anywhere other than out to piss then I couldn’t promise he’s leave the house with it still attached to him. My wife thinks I’m just being over protective but she’s just turned 18 and to me there is still A LOT she needs to be protected from. She’s a beautiful girl with an amazing body. I know what asshole guys think when they see her. It’s the same sick things I try to push away whenever...

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A Dinner Date

Introduction: Just a casual dinner and some fun in sun… or bedroom… whereever. As he walked home he grabbed his shirt and a nice pair of pants. He slipped into his orange polo and tucked his shirt into his pants. Going for his dressed up-style just like she likes. Put his white Nike hat on and went up stairs. She sat in his sweater and in her tight jeans it was a cool autumn day out but he didnt care. He grabbed her by the arm and took her down to the garage and told her to get into the car....

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Daddy Take His Daughter 8216s Pussy

It is a beautiful Sunday morning, and I have just taken a long hot shower to prepare myself for the day. I wrap a towel around my naked body, and then head downstairs to make a pot of coffee for the family. When I reach the bottom of the steps, I am shocked by what I see! My husband and my daughter Amber are sitting on the couch kissing while she is jacking his cock up and down! Amber asked me last night if it is okay with me if she seduces her Father because she is eighteen now, but I did not...

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Understanding

Mike was trying to sleep. Actually he was trying to act like he was sleeping. But even the dead would have awoken by the racket his wife Stephanie was making. He heard her stomp across the floor to the door of their bed. "Alright Mike. It ends here and it ends now. You either tell me what's going on or... or, damn you Michael talk to me." Michael rolled over. "There's nothing to talk about." "Michael. Honey. Our sexlife has dropped to almost nothing. You hardly touch me anymore. And...

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Teachers NightmareChapter 4

I couldn't believe how late I had slept. It was the first good night's sleep I had since coming home from the hospital. Sitting at the kitchen table with my tilted head resting on my upturned palm, I gazed out the window as if I didn't have a care in the world. It was a glorious day. The bright sunlight flooded the room, causing the white semi-gloss painted walls to shimmer like a heavenly star. The late morning sky was blue with a few fluffy clouds. The chirping birds brought a small...

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Before you get too excited, you should realize that this story is just about a strip club experience which I recently had. Unfortunately it did not lead to some fucking which I really would have liked.A friend and I went to a dive named Pope's Nude Bar in Palm Springs. It is a dark little hole-in-the-wall that costs $20 to get in with no liquor sold or brought in. We were the only guys in there but there were three girls working and they were fine. The club is total nudity and I was entranced...

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My University Male Relationship Part 1

This story is a work of fact and not a figment of my sexual imagination. My second, and longest, time with a guy happened at university when I was twenty-one. And it happened with a guy I’d known for two years! His name was Mike and he was a good looking guy with an athletic build and blond, curly hair. All the girls wanted him but he wasn’t interested in them, which the rest of us guys found strange. We wanted to fuck the girls he didn’t want! One night Mike and I had been out for a good...

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IM GONNA SHOW YOU WHAT TO DO WITH THAT

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Play BallChapter 02

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The Swap

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Stepbrother was working on a science experiment to take advantage of his mom and stepsister. He started by putting barcodes on them, which he would scan with an app he created in order to have the girls do his bidding. Both Anastasia and Tucker both knew that he he had a wild imagination, so they would play along for whatever he thought was going to happen even though it definitely would not work. Turn s out stepbro was not just a mad scientist, but also a pervert! He utilized the app to make...

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The XXX Sleeper 8211 Part 6

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Bailey's tongue rubbed back and forth over my sensitive nipple as she sucked my boob into her mouth. It was a little freaky to be touched like this by a girl, but I kept telling myself "just friends no big deal". And the longer she did it, and the more turned on I got, the nicer it was. Her hands groped gently at me as she eased my top off, moving to the other side to suckle on my right nipple."Oh my god, we're doing this..." I said, laughing nervously a little.She gave a lick to my breast with...

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Passionate Love Making In A Pool With ISS Author

This is Divya here. I am from Delhi, but running my own business in Bangalore. Business keeps taking across various cities quite frequently. I am currently not married but have a boy friend here. Well I have been quite a fan of ISS and have been reading stories here quite frequently and must say they do turn me on quite a lot. This story is something which occurred around 2 weeks back and i just loved this experience. I was to travel to Hyderabad for 2 weeks which was quite a long time away...

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Fire and Ice

Our camping site was simple, the area completely remote. We were close to a crystal clear pond, and, given the heat, we only had a groundsheet stretched between poles under a canopy of trees as our tent. Another, bigger groundsheet was spread on the floor with some pillows scattered for comfort. Everything else was suspended from the trees in two special gauze boxes that we lowered and raised on ropes to keep it clean and relatively insect and snake free. It was a private little Garden of Eden,...

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Our first sexy adventure part 1

My senses explode as you lie naked on the bed before me. You’re on your side on the hotel bed and I’m kneeling behind you, gazing down and loving what I’m seeing and feeling. Your body’s sensational curves shimmer in the candle light and throw erotic shadows across the room. They excite me on a daily basis but tonight your perfect breasts look better than I’ve ever seen them, so full and shapely. You really are a vision of beauty. You are, without doubt a visual and sensual treat. My eyes are...

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Saturday night could not come soon enough for Amanda. For three weeks, she wanted to return to Max's playroom. The experience there made her yearn to return. The thought of being a submissive aroused her. Max was a good man who Amanda wanted to dominate her. Amanda and I finished supper and looked for something to do. Max called me earlier and asked, "Would Amanda and I come over?" I said, "Sure." I did not tell Amanda. I knew she wanted a return trip to the playroom. Amanda was a wild...

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Adventure Part 5

When the three of us got to the car, we smiled at each other and Carol gave both John and I passionate kisses.  I needed some time to process all that had happened and to talk to Carol alone.  I dropped John at his apartment and told him to come over at noon.   He was disappointed but we reassured him. Carol and I were quiet on the way home. When we got into our apartment we showered then Carol turned to me and said, "Make Love to Me."I took her in my arms, kissed her softly and led her into...

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JourneyChapter 12

An hour later Janice came out of the bathroom to find the room lit with candles and an outfit for her laying one the bed. She saw a note on the bed next to the clothes. "Sweetheart, I wanted to tell you how much I love you. I know that you are apprehensive about what we are going to do. You know that I would never hurt you. I will be gentle, but if it is too painful for you, I will stop and it will not cost you a safe word. Please put on the outfit I left on the bed. I will be up in a few...

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LIKE MOTHER LIKE DAUGHTER1

Authors note: This story ties two events together, the first and one much later. The second story which is called "She Wants The Neighbor" fills in the middle part of the story. Definately start with this one, then read the next one. Contact: You may contact the author through this site or via ya-hoo IM as aprincelyfrog. Please do NOT add me as a friend as I get so many IM's its impossible for me to keep up with everyone so my friends list is for family only. On to the...

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From Lonely Housewife to perverted Slut Chapter 5reposted

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I usually go to the sauna once a week, mostly in Winter/Autumn. It's a nice little sauna close to my house, a bit expensive, but it's always empty.Recently, I decided to go the sauna even though it's Summer. I was sure nobody would be in there since it's too hot outside. Around 6pm I entered and there was a woman, probably in her 40s, getting naked to go in. I immediately checked her out, she had a tight body, really fit. Had small firm tits and long blonde hair. Of course, she startled a bit...

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Maa Ka Pyaar Bete Ke Liye

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BurningAngel Eden Sin Gothic Anal Whores

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Tales of Culverin HillChapter 36 Grandmotherly Love

It had been a vigorous end of the morning in Jessica’s room, with the three women using and abusing Bill for various ‘deviant sexual purposes.’ So said Molly, in any case, just after Bill had dramatically clutched his chest and feigned a heart attack. The three had taken pity on him at that point and climbed off the bed. Bill had staggered off to Toby’s room and collapsed onto the bed without even bothering to wash up. Not so for Jessica, Molly, and Sarah. After sending Bill off for a nap,...

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Mausi Aur Raj Sharma 8211 Part 3

Mausi ki chudai ka maza aa gya.Mausi pahle to sharma rahi thi.Fir normal ho gai.Humne khana kha liya.Main tv dekhne lga.Wo naukrani ke aane k baad kaam krwa rahi thi.Mujhe kafi der ho gai.Maine mausi ko dekhne bahar gya to wo naha rahi thi.Kareeb 1 bje wo kamre mein aa gai. Naukrani to pahle hi chali gai thi.Mausi aa ker mere paas bed pr let gai.Hum tv dekhne lge. Raj-tum to bahut der baad aai ho? Mausi-kaam bahut hai … Ab naha kr aai hun … Ab 3-4 ghante aaram karungi … Raj-han … Main tumhara...

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Building a CAP Based FutureChapter 76 Can You Open a Closed Mind

I muted my cell phone. "Everyone is fine with this correct?" I asked. Letty giggled. "It sounds like you'll have fun. I'll stay out for the most part. I'm Jason's sex slave and should be seen naked and at his feet." Ashley laughed. "Oh, that's so wrong its right. I agree though. Mark, it should be mostly you with Jason, Jessica, and Morgan offering the most support. We already know it will probably be about you." "This song is not about me," I said firmly. "I never thought...

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Reaper In The Beginning

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Travels With Miss LucyChapter 2

Lucy was playing with her pussy on top of the white leather sofa dressed only in her signature high heels and black leotard that was so tight that the fabric rode up into the crack of her ass and almost disappeared. Her pussy didn’t seem to mind the attention and it was purring like a kitten with all nine lives. She had a jet black pussy that was like a furry lump of coal with two glowing eyes right in the middle. The pussy’s name was Scotty and he was a he with a capital “H”. I knew his...

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Sex With Young ISS Reader In Oyo Bangalore

Hi guys, this is Prakash and I am here to share my real experience with one of my ISS readers after a long time. I hope you guys enjoy this story. Once I got a text from Sonu (name changed) after reading my previous sex story on ISS. She was in her 20s and wanted to explore her desires. We started chatting from then on exchanged texts about our fantasies, likes dislikes, etc. We decided to meet after the first lockdown was over. Finally, the day arrived and we booked an Oyo room near to both of...

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Resurrection

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A Word to the Wise

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Premeditated

Algernon was an offshore diver and worked on oil rigs. He was thirty-six-years old, and still a bachelor. Algernon always insisted on being referred to by his full name. Most of the women whom he met and a number of the guys, found him crude, crass, and vulgar, and he never altered his demeanour to suit the company he was in. He was always foulmouthed and thought nothing of giving his crotch, armpit, or backside, a good scratch as if it were the most natural thing in the world.The management...

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She Surprised Me Part 7

I honestly could not believe this was happening. I had always fantasized about doing dirty, crazy and off-the-wall kinky taboo things, but here I was, in the middle of something dirtier, hotter and sexier than any porn that I'd ever watched in my life or would possibly watch.Considering it had started with my step-daughter Amanda and her best friend Jessica, and I had figured it would lead to some serious repercussions, an ugly fall-out, and possibly some consequences that I could never get out...

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LinnetChapter 7

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GirlsWay Abigail Mac Cassidy Klein Lesbian Census

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The bicurious professor in the sauna Part 11

The following Friday the professor and I meet up again in the sauna. As usual we start masturbating in front of each other. After 5 or so minutes the professor moves to the lower bench below where I am sitting. He turns around and starts to suck on my cock. After several minutes of pleasuring my cock with his mouth the professor switches to sucking on my balls. While sucking on my balls the professor masturbates me. Every so often the professor would spit into the hand that he...

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Sex With Older Colleague

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Shemale And A SouthIndian Girl In An Abandoned Temple

Hey readers, this is my 4th story here in ISS. I am a fair-skinned bisexual male. I usually write erotica partially based on things that happen in real life. Let’s jump into my story. This is a story of a shy South Indian girl with a pretty face, fair skin, big natural Indian boobs, and a juicy bubbly ass. She meets a natural Indian pretty shemale to realize her wildest dreams come true! So the story is being narrated in the South Indian girl’s point of view. Her name is Lavanya or Lavi for...

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Earlier today while I was doing my rounds, cleaning and clearing up parts of the hotels in the common areas. As well as checking up on a few VIP guests that checked into our hotel, I notice Smith walking seminude around the east lobby near the steam room and sauna. Sadly, nudity is not allowed in the common saunas is for hygiene purpose of courses. Ms. Smith is a very tall sexy beautiful gorgeous blond hair up to her shoulder, slightly just past her shoulders. Shes very slender but has perfect...

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