No Other Option
Date: 18.08.2008
Keywords: Option, Other, No,
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Maybe he was subconsciously hesitating, but he would rather see one himself, pick it up, get the feel of it before buying it and locking it on his body.
That night he fell asleep with these thoughts passing through his head. He had a pleasant dream of a beautiful woman holding him in her arms and kissing him. He was on strings like a puppet and whenever she wanted him to move a certain way she would tug a string. When she wanted him to touch her breast, she pulled the string connected to his wrist. For a kiss, the tugged one connected to his chin. The most uncomfortable feeling came when she pulled on a thin line connected to his penis. As she did he filled to tumescence before she directed him inside her.
He woke up several times and slept fitfully. Though he knew an orgasm would be just what he needed to sleep he refrained. If he was to stay with this idea, he can't give in so easily. The two days passed slowly and on the evening of the second day he found himself buzzing in at her studio.
When he exited the lift and walked into the studio she was nowhere to be seen. Upon entering her bedroom he found her in the closet wearing only black seamless panties and a top and he became erect instantly. Stepping into a mini skirt she asked him if he had done as she asked and shaved. He nodded. "Well let's see then."
Quick and to the point, he thought. She was like no other woman he'd ever met. This time, instead of just dropping his pants and leaving them loose around his ankles, he stripped completely and he didn't do so reluctantly but proudly stripped off all his clothes and made no move to hide his erection, which he displayed with prde.
"My, my, my," she smiled at his eagerness. "Someone's got a lot on his mind." She stepped to him, buttoning a blouse over a black lace bra. Palming his shaft in her soft hand, she held his eyes. "Too bad you're not going to be able to enjoy this much anymore."
His smile wilted, but only slightly. He was a perfect subject- eager, horny and considerably naïve. Prolonging his ardor she dropped to her knees to appraise his cock at eye level. At first he expected her to suck him, as women in such situations were likely to do- he'd had more this his share of female lips adorn his cock, but then he grew nervous as she touched him with only one outstretched index finger. It pushed him from side to side, allowing her a better view of his filled shaft and tender balls.
"You didn't masturbate last night?"
He shook his head no.
"Pity," she said, obviously unsympathetic. "I would expect that in a man like you. Why didn't you?"
He mumbled quietly at first, and then repeated himself so she could hear. "I just think it's a good idea if I don't. It will make me stronger."
Standing, she patted his begging cock like it was an obedient pet. "I think it's a good idea too, and I will make you stronger."
She turned and Chris admired the muscular heft of her ass and how each muscle in her body seemed to flow together, making her appear more feminine, more pleasing. He found her incredibly erotic but knew her appeal could be intensified by the fact that he hadn't come in more than a week.
In her hands she held a clear plastic sculpture. Though he'd never seen one before, he had a good idea what it was. The hollow, phallic shape elicited a fight or flight response. This is it, he thought.
"You know what this is, don't you?" She asked, holding it in her spread hands like it was the Hope Diamond.
He nodded.
"This is a commitment, a big step. Are you ready to take it?"
He was speechless, his cock bobbing between them, begging for attention.
Down on one knee, she smoothed her hand over the freshly shaven skin, appreciating it's softness and warmth. He was larger than most men but appeared very young without the benefit of pubic hair.
She found a block of ice hollowed out in the shape of a cradle and held it to his genitals. Instantly he jerked back but she held it unmoving. "There's no other way to do this, we need you flaccid so I can put on your chastity belt. I won't force this on you but know that it has to happen for you to wear it." She held it up for him to see. It looked so innocuous, a simple plastic device, yet he knew its purpose. and he felt threatened by it. His legs moved on their own and soon he felt the frigid sensation of ice surrounding he balls. They deflated easily and he looked tinier than he believed.
She seemed proud of her work, "Like it? It's one of my works- a male erection adjuster. I know it's not the most catchy title but it really lives up to its description, doesn't it?"
With a few tucks and gentle prods, she fit him into the chastity belt. When she looked up at him he appeared forlorn and she felt an instant pang of guilt. "Are you sure you want this Chris? It's a big life change." He nodded, looking down at her. "When I lock this, you'll no longer have control of your sex. It will be taken from you. Is that ok with you?" He sighed, looking lost and slowly she locked him with a small padlock and stepped back to examine him. The snap of the lock echoed in his head and quickly forced him to consider what he had agreed to.
It wasn't so bad. Kind of snug, actually. It made him feel protected and secure. It brought all his attention to his sex rather than from it, he began to feel virile.
"Nice work," she complimented herself as she moved to examine the case from each angle. "Let's go out. My treat."
When dressed, he was surprised how comfortable it felt. It felt nonexistent and he wasn't even aware of it if he didn't think of it. Dressed and in the mirror it was invisible which was a great relief to him.
"You can't tell, can you?" she asked, noticing him checking himself out in the mirror.
"No, looks like it's not even there."
"You'll feel it though. I've found guys have difficulty ignoring it after a while." She stepped into her car, a shiny black sports sedan, and he followed. "I think it gets into their subconscious. Men are never able to adjust to the fact that their cock is off limits."
"Well this is just a trial run," he explained. "I just thought it might be a good idea."
"But you'll need these to get out," she added, pulling a thin chain that hung between her small breasts.
"And you're going to be giving them to me..."
She gave a friendly smile. "Why don't we have a talk first."
She drove to across town to Canestaro's, a tiny pizzeria in the shadow of Fenway Park. For a weekend, it was relatively quiet. Candles lit the tiny restaurant and they were able to find a corner booth to themselves.
Before he could speak, she ordered for both of them and when the waiter had turned to leave, she affixed him with a glint in her eye.
"You know I've been doing this for a while now," she smiled. "I'm never hard up for guys who like their dicks touched, or even like the idea of being locked up, but very few ever actually go through with it. It takes some, how would you say it- Balls." She laughed to herself but he could only manage a smile. "I tend to attract guys like that. Most men think through their cocks but very few realize it. Locking it up for a woman is the most difficult decision you can come to. You won't regret it."
"Wait a minute," he said. "I'm doing this for me. It's not yours. I can get out whenever I want." He suddenly realized how strange it felt to talk about his cock like it was another entity.
"I have the keys, cutiepie. It's mine until I say so."
"Wait a minute!" He started but was interrupted by the waiter who placed a Greek pizza between the two of them. She had a sparkling water. He had the same.
"Shhh...," she calmed him. "I know this seems like a lot to grasp. You may think you made the wrong decision, but believe me, it's for the best. I know the needs a man has and I'm not a bitch. Just take it easy and leave everything to me." Conversation finished, she selected a slice from the pizza and casually began eating. Soon he joined her.
"I'm an artist," she began. "Sculptor mainly but I work in different mediums; photography, oils, charcoal, whatever is most appropriate, really." A string of cheese hung from her bottom lip and she deftly scooped it with a small pinky finger. For some reason, Chris found this oddly erotic. "I've really gotten notice with my caged series." She waited for a reaction, finding only a blank look. "Caged is a body of work that expresses the male struggle for female acceptance and affection." He seemed unmoved and she explained further. "Men, their whole lives, want nothing more than to please. They convince themselves they want to please their woman and perhaps a rare few of them actually want that but, for the most part, men just want to please themselves."
"Why did I look for it then? I think that should say something."
She held his eyes, offering a warm gaze. "You're right, it says a lot. That's why I'm with you now. You may be one of those rare men I spoke of. Though I question whether your desire is not completely altruistic."
For the rest of the meal neither mentioned it. The foreign feeling in his crotch diminished until he felt it no more. Instead they spoke as if they were a couple out together on their first date. She found him attractive and let him know it through gentle touches on his hand and the way she looked at him. Chris was elated. She was beautiful, more beautiful than the women he was used to dating. He found her intelligent, sweet and strangely seductive. She made no indication that she wanted him sexually but he felt as if he knew it. He was drawn to her in a way he had never experienced.
"Shall we go?" she asked, finishing the last slice of pizza.
They walked out together and as they stepped out she took his hand. Her touch was firm and soft and made Chris intensely aware of her beside him. The night was cool and they were lucky to see the first multi colored sunset of the season.
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Keywords: Option, Other, No,