No Other Option
Date: 18.08.2008
Keywords: No, Option, Other,
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You wouldn't have suspected it when he walked in so casually. With jeans and a tight t shirt he looked very comfortable with himself. Even his walk, a very collected and aggressive stride that drew the attention of both June and Eden, hid his purpose. Imagine their surprise then when, after searching through the entire store, he came to the counter empty handed. June, her hair pulled back in a ponytail which gave her the appearance of being much more conservative than she actually was, smiled as he stepped up to her.
"Do you carry any chastity belts?"
He was nervous, speaking slowly, as if afraid of her reaction.
"For men or women?" she asked.
"Men. A male's model."
A giggle almost pushed itself out but she held it back, aware of how that would seem. "I'm sorry. We no longer stock those." There was an empty look on his face and she added, "Not much demand for them really..."
Thanking her, he turned to leave. June immediately met the eyes of her friend where she stood behind him to purchase a pair of knee length leather boots. Their eyes widened in shared acknowledgement.
As he exited both women appraised him; firm, strong build, tight, cute ass with a pretty but handsome face. Some woman would be happy to call him hers. Not wanting her to miss her chance, June nodded her head at her friend, urging her to go after him.
She caught him at the parking lot, about to get into his car. After getting his attention, she leaned down to speak with him through the window. "Are you looking for a chastity belt for yourself?"
Sheepishly, and a bit surprised, he nodded.
"Well, they're a bit hard to come by. It's hard to find customers and make a profit. Most models are discontinued after a few months because the manufacturer doesn't earn enough."
He thanked her for the lesson and started to put the key in the ignition.
"I know where you can get one if you're serious." He looked up at her and she continued, "I'm an artist, bondage and fetish accoutrements have always been one of my favorite subjects. There are a lot of manufacturers, if you know where to look." She opened the door and gestured to him. "Why don't you come with me and we can talk."
She drove while he sat in the passenger seat. At first there was only silence. His nervousness was almost tangible and he sat with his hands tucked between his thighs.
"Why a chastity belt?" She asked, hoping to ease the tension.
At first he didn't hear her, caught up in his own thoughts. Then he responded, "It's just something that will help me, I think."
Turning to smile at him, she asked, "Girlfriend?" He shook his head. "Why would a woman want to keep her boyfriend locked up anyway? Isn't it much more fun when he's ready whenever you want?"
"No... I mean I don't have a girlfriend."
Pulling up to her building, she decided to save all the questions that statement provoked for later. She lived in a fifth floor art studio. Her queen sized bed rested in the far corner while projects, all in various stages of completion, littered the remaining area. He followed her around the large open space and was especially impressed with the floor to ceiling windows on the far wall. Beyond them he saw all of Fort Point Channel. To one side the view stretched to downtown Boston, to the other he had an uninterrupted view of the Atlantic to the horizon.
There were mannequins, some only torsos placed around the studio. Chris noticed several wore strange fixtures. One was covered in what looked like a leather diaper covered in shiny metal spikes, another had on a Hannibal Lecter-type face mask. Phallic shaped rods rested on one table and minature cages were collected in one bucket. He began to grow nervous.
"This is my life's work," she beamed. "Fetish imagery- chastity, bdsm, role reversal." She saw the confused look in his eyes and she winked. She was so pretty, unlike any of the women he was used to. Fair skin, short black hair and classical beautiful features. Though he would have never considered her before, her attitude and confidence aroused him. Her body was athletic and when she walked he could see how strong she was. He doubted any part of her was soft.
"You ever worn a belt before?" she asked, fingering the separated pieces of a project that lay before her.
He shook his head.
"Well, I'll need to take some measurements."
Not listening, he only nodded. When she told him to drop his pants he jumped back.
"I need to see what to work with. One size doesn't fit all, you know?"
He smiled weakly and began unbuckling his pants. In her work she had seen many men naked but the first disrobing always held a special joy for her. The shyness, unable to look straight at her, male pride turned to timidity, it really got her blood flowing.
Chris did exactly as she expected. He dawdled, hid himself behind his palms and only pulled down his boxers when she appeared annoyed by his reluctance. Eden was impressed with what she saw. Once naked, he appeared shy and frightened. His cock stood straight and proud, vulgarly pointing at her. Looking him in the eyes, she sashayed over, soaking in the moment. An aroused man, vulnerable and naked from the waist down, waiting for a woman to appraise him, to measure him of all things. Most would run in fear.
He didn't go that far though she did notice him holding his breath. Tiny goosebumps pimpled his body in the still air and every muscle of his being remained taut and ready. She dropped to her knees and held his cockhead between her thumb and forefinger. She handled it without ceremony, as if she were considering produce.
It was impressive and she couldn't deny the thrill that raced through her as she felt it warm and pulsing in her palm. Best to keep that to herself though. Pulling a length of string from her pocket, she held it at its base and marked off the distance to the tip. He remained quiet, feeling like a piece of furniture. Calling off the measurement, she held it tight around both his base and the bloated rim of his cockhead before stopping to write the findings on a slip of paper.
She turned and left the room, giving him enough time to look around. It was an impressive studio that he guessed she decorated herself. Fruit and silverware were displayed on a corner stand, most likely the subject of a still life and a trellis of vines inched up the kitchen walls, sprouting faux blossoms between the cabinets and spice rack. Unfinished works- paintings, sculpture and developing photographs filled the space. It was straight out of a decorating show and was nicer than many galleries he'd been in.
She returned with a card etched with her name and number. Admonishing him to return in a fortnight, she promised to have the equipment he was looking for. She looked down at his slowly descending cock and he realized he was still bare. "You going to stay like this all day?" she teased. "If you do, let me know. I think you'd make a nice addition to my collection." Awkwardly he pulled up his pants and arranged himself. "Oh," she added, "Don't forget to shave yourself. It will be very uncomfortable if you don't."
The next days were long ones for Chris. He couldn't believe he was actually going through with what he promised himself so long ago. Since his girlfriend broke up over his overactive sex drive, he knew he had to find a way to curb his appetite if he ever wanted another healthy relationship. "You're obsessed with your cock," she told him as she got up to dress the last morning they were together. "Most guys are but you- it rules your life." He couldn't deny how right she was. Even at that moment, he was focused on her ass bending over to pick up her strewn clothes, imagining how wonderful it would feel to slide between her slit once more before they left for work. They had made love four times since returning from their evening together and, while both their bodies craved rest, his drive overruled that desire, wanting just one more orgasm.
She left him after a heartfelt talk over the phone. "It has to be this way," she confessed. "If I was there I know I'd just end up in bed with you and that can't happen anymore. It's not good for either of us." He knew at times like this, cajoling her would only worsen the situation and he was forced to go without companionship for the first time in years. Her scent, still fresh on the pillow, inflamed him and he learned how difficult it was to spend evenings alone. He knew he had to make some definite changes in his life and after a period of reflection he realized sex was the cause of many of his problems.
He'd heard about the growing chastity movement at work. A friend of his, who always complained of his bad luck with women and disastrous dates made an offhand remark; "Maybe I should be one of those guys that keeps it locked up to make themselves stronger. It would sure help my dating life."
The night, when he returned home, he looked into this growing movement he'd never heard of before. He found it wasn't large enough to really be significant but there was a tiny group of men and couples that were favoring chastity as a way of ensuring sexual satisfaction. Surprisingly the most ardent supporters weren't women, but their partners; men who found the appeal of postponing their orgasm for long term satisfaction arousing. He read reports of men who became overnight supporters of the idea and their women who loved the thought of limitless orgasms through their sexual frustration.
It was a lot to take in and he was skeptical at first. The idea of giving up orgasms completely wasn't something he wanted, or even thought he could manage. But, based on the personal stories, he saw how it helped a lot of couples. He was single now, so it would be even more difficult not having anyone help him through it and encourage him to stick with the program.
It was two weeks since he decided on trying out the idea that he sought out a chastity belt. They sold them online so he knew they were available but buying something like that through the mail seemed so impersonal.
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Keywords: No, Option, Other,