By Straghtjacket

I’m bored and horny as hell. I can’t concentrate on anything, not even the porn that makes it all worse; I’m going to put myself in bondage that I can’t escape from to keep myself from going crazy and doing something that I shouldn’t do.

I’m locked in a Carrara chastity belt 24/7 going on 8 months and 14 days. My partner was dubious about chastity, so I ordered the belt for myself, thinking along the lines of it being a fun new toy. I never thought he’d take the keys after I got myself into and hide them.

It was New Year’s Eve when he announced to a room full of guests that I had been locked for several weeks and beginning the stroke of Midnight that I will be locked until the following New Year at the stroke of midnight. He unbuckled my belt and dropped my slacks around my knees so that everyone could examine the device. Men fondled the belt, including my doctor. I wanted to run and hide from embarrassment, at least until I stopped blushing.

All of our friends knew all at once that I am locked and I am sure my friend’s friends all know about it too.

My partner has been working a lot of overtime hours. He’s gone when I wake up in the morning and gets home anytime between 5:30 and 8:30pm. I never know for sure. We can’t communicate during the day because of the nature of his job.

So here’s the plan. I will strip down to my belt, and lay a set of American Handcuff transport restraints out on the floor. American handcuff built these babies right, the chain is between the handcuffs has only two links. The chain between the leg irons has 5 links and the chain connecting the cuff and leg irons is only 20 inches long.

I will buckle a weight lifting belt that I modified by adding a staple in the back that I can slide the cuffs through it. I will lace the cigar smoking torture hood over my head and lock the collar so I cannot remove it once I get started on this little journey of pain and bondage.

The hood is interesting. It is made of soft clinging leather that forms itself around the head like a second skin. The seams are coated with a soft rubbery material that prevents air from getting in or out. There are no eye or nose holes. The only hole is for the mouth. A plastic fitting goes through the hole that is fitted with a clear vinyl tube on the inside. Once a cigar is fitted into the outer tube, I have no choice but to draw in smoke until the cigar is removed. I’m not using the hood for its intended purpose. I just want the feeling of a second skin.

The process:

I strap the weight belt on as tight as I can get it then place a padlock through the buckle so that I can’t remove it without the key. The belt pulls everything in so my breathing is labored. (I’ve done this before). I thread the handcuff through the buckle in back and leave them hang. I sit on the floor and pull on the hood and begin lacing it. I am meticulous about lacing and tightening it so that it fits perfectly.

My cock is raging against the steel.

I clamp a pair of rubber jawed forceps clamps on my nipples. I use a pair of zip ties, one through the finger loops on each clamp that keeps the clamps locked on tightly until the zip ties are cut away. Then I lock and double lock the leg irons around my ankles then laid on my stomach. I locked and double locked the cuffs around my wrists and begin pulling the chain leading to the leg irons until I am in a tight hog tie. I used a padlock to lock the chain to the staple in the back of the belt.

After I got myself all locked and secured, I tossed the handcuff key someplace in the room where I could not find it.

Now the wait.

It should be about 4:30pm. I could have anything from an hour to four hours before my partner comes home.