" Now, let's try it on !"

I told myself this was a nightmare, and I would wake up very soon. But I was painfully awake, and about to fit into a chastity belt, something I had believed was abandoned in >the Middle Ages!

Now I understood the full meaning behind Mistress' eager measuring of my penis. For the first ting I had to do was to squeeze my pride into a sligtly curved, steel tube, which surronded its precious content without a millimeters clearance. And I realized that any tendency of erection would be literally impossible, not to mention, intolerably painful !

The tube was then fixed onto a steel shield, covering the whole groin, and the whole damned thing was fastened around my waist with steel armoured leather belts, and finally secured with a small, but very solid looking padlock. When it made its 'klick' it sounded like something out of the the Day of Judgment, and the padlock seemed to grin at me....I wouldn't be able to escape from this without the help from some machine shop. And who would like to go to a machine shop in a state like that ? It was a diabolical device !

Mistress inspected me, and looked very satisfied. " You are smashing !" She said, with genuine conviction in her voice. "Why didn't I think of this before ?"

I didn't feel like commenting.

And then she kissed me with real passion, and fondled my nipples, played with her tongue in my ear...I immediately got just crazy with lust, and started to squirm and moan as my captured junior tried in vain to escape its prison...it was really painful, and I started pleading for mercy.....

Her respons came with an ice-cold disgust in her voice: "What? You can't even take 2 minutes in a chastity belt? I'd planned on keeping you like this for at least two weeks! You're a real let-down as a slaveboy. Being belted is something I'll be requiring of you ever so often from now on, so you better get used to it. If you aren't co-operative, I'll just replace you; slaveboys are a dime a dozen, you know. You should feel honored to wear my belt. Now after I put you free, you'll be punished for being such a wimp. You will fetch me the heavy wood paddle, my disappointment comes with a price. Your worthless ass is going to pay for your attitude."

So, beeing unlocked was in a way to jump out of the frying-pan into the fire. The paddle danced on my ass until it burned like hell, and I had to beg for mercy and promise to be a good boy and be grateful for the belt. (And once again I was wondering if there is a slaves trade union somewhere).

Two days later off she went to this large, old city down in Europe, and I was left in misery, really scared by the tought of forced abstinence for two weeks, not to mention her getting into an accident, which of course would be awful in itself, but also leave me in a most dreadful position.

Very, very long days followed. Gosh was I frustrated! And this was only the beginning??? It was a hard time to come through, but it didn't kill me. And I sort of got used to the belt. I was already used to sit and pee like a woman, the only differense being that now that position was the only way, while I earlier was ordered to since I was not allowed touching my genitals at any time. Sanitation was possible with some extra work and twisting, at least for a forthnight.

to be continued......