By nyc49
I wanted to get the chastity device out of the house. Who knew when someone would come by unannounced and start snooping? Plus, I had to admit that I wanted the temptation far away from me. The Sunday after I got the key back and was able to unlock myself, I e-mailed Ted:
“How can I send the CB back to you? I don’t have your mailing address.”
He wrote back pretty quickly:
“You need to bring it back in person. Are you free next weekend?”
“Yes, no plans.” Maybe he would have time for another bondage session – I could win in more ways than one.
“You promised you would get it back to me according to my instructions. You have to bring it back to me locked on yourself.”
This didn’t sound so bad.
“OK. When and where shall we meet?”
“There’s more. You need to be locked up, but you have to send me the key in advance.”
“OK.” I figured I could lock myself up on the way to the train station. A few more hours of chastity would be alright, I guessed.
“You have to lock yourself up before you mail me the key. Here’s how I’m going to keep you from cheating. If you want me to do this, you’re going to have to seal the key in the envelope. You’ll write across the seal of the envelope – how about the phrase ‘I give up control’? Then take a pencil and do a rubbing on the envelope to show that the key is inside. Once you’ve done that, make a video of you closing the lock on the device, then showing the sealed envelope. Send me the video and I’ll send you the mailing address.”
This was more complicated than I had guessed. And more work. And a lot more time in chastity.
“How far in advance do I need to do all this?”
“It’s up to you, but the key needs to reach me by Saturday. Mail usually takes, what, two days? Three days? If you put it in the mail on Wednesday, it should probably reach me. You could even wait until Thursday. But keep in mind that if I don’t get it by Saturday, you won’t have the chance to get unlocked until the following weekend. At least. So, it’s your choice.”
I started to do the math in my head: I would have to do this all the night before I put the key in the mail, because I wanted to make sure I could stop by the post office on the way to work. So if I wanted to be sure I could mail the key on Wednesday, I would have to lock myself up Tuesday night. But what if it took Ted a while to get back to my message with the video? He didn’t always reply at once. That meant locking myself up on Monday night. Less than 24 hours of freedom left!
I made of point of getting myself off on Monday night, because I knew I would regret missing that opportunity if I didn’t. I assembled all the pieces of the device and sat down at my computer with my phone ready to make the video. I pulled out an envelope, put the key inside and licked the seal shut. With a pen I wrote “I give up control” over the seal of the envelope, and with a pencil, did a rubbing of the key inside the envelope. I wanted to make sure I was following his instructions to the letter so that he wouldn’t have any reason not to let me out on Saturday.
I started putting the device on – first the ring around the base, but as soon as I started handling myself, I began to get hard. I went to the freezer and took out an ice pack, and after a few minutes I was able to get myself inside the plastic tube. I got the phone out and made sure the camera was working. I would really have only one chance to get this right. Also, I was a little reluctant to make this kind of video. As a general rule, I don’t send dick pics. While I’m not a public figure, I still recognize that once something like this has been reduced to zeroes and ones, it is very difficult to control or erase. From time to time I see a certain former congressman on the street and remember the dangers of sending adult images over the internet.
Still, I was ready: I had the sealed envelope and my dick in its plastic cage. I pushed the record button, and I managed to coordinate the phone in one hand and the lock in the other. The lock clicked shut, and I quickly panned the camera over to the envelope, showing the writing over the seal and the rubbing with the key. For good measure I shook the envelope to show that the key was inside. I stopped recording after only ten seconds. I wanted to make sure that the video file was small enough to e-mail. I sent the video off to Ted’s e-mail address and waited. In the meantime, it dawned on me that I was now locked up. I was hoping I would get used to wearing this device. After all, I have my Fitbit on my wrist at all times, so this shouldn’t be that different, right?
After an hour of not hearing back from Ted, I began to worry. Had I used the right e-mail address? The last thing I wanted was to send a picture of my privates to a total stranger. Just to be sure, I texted him to let him know to check his e-mail. No reply. Finally, after another hour, he sent an e-mail with just the mailing address: “T. Jones, 423 Maple Street, Trenton, NJ.” I wrote the address on the envelope very carefully, as well as my return address, in my clearest handwriting. I also doubled the postage I thought would be needed. If the letter was delayed because the post office couldn’t deliver it, I would have no one to blame but myself for the extended period of chastity.
I looked up the address, in part to add the zip code (again, why delay delivery?) and also to make sure it was a real address. I knew nothing about Ted, though apparently his last name was Jones, making him impossible to search online. The street address was real enough, so I put the envelope by the front door so I would remember to put it in the mailbox on the way to work. Like I could forget that I was locked up?
The next day, after an uncomfortable sleep, I tried not to think about my predicament too much. I put the envelope in the mail after a moment’s hesitation. There were so many things that could go wrong: the mail could get delayed. Ted might not be at home to get the mail – he travels a lot for work, and what if he had to take an unplanned trip this weekend? And how could I be sure I was sending the key to Ted? The address was just to “T. Jones”. That could be Ted, or it could be someone else whose name began with T. And what if that person wasn’t at home this week?
I started to worry. Was I being a fool? I had just willingly locked myself up and sent to key off to someone I did not know at all, or maybe even to a perfect stranger. What was I thinking?
All I could do now was wait. I was locked up until Saturday. Or, as Ted had pointed out, at least until Saturday.
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