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26 and 27

By surfbot

(Note: You will not understand the characters and their relationships unless you first read my story “Abductions R Us.”)

Wow! Here was 26 in all his naked glory, in my house, with his chastity key, and asking to stay the night! I could not have dreamed of a better offer. So after our erstwhile guards had left, we joyously went into the bedroom, removed our chastity devices, and had passionate sex.

Then a surprise: after a single orgasm he began putting his chastity device back on. “I thought you said you had been wearing it for over a month — is one enough? He replied, “You have never met a guy as submissive as me, and yes, one is enough.” Thinking about that for a few seconds, I held out my hand. “While you are in my house and locked, I’ll hold your key.” He hesitated, and I continued, “I’ll give it back to you when you leave.” He placed it in my hand, and I turned and put it in my clothes cabinet. He continued “Don’t worry, my holes are still available to you, as often as you want to use them,” and over the next hour I came in both.

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Abductions R Us

By surfbot

I was bored. And lonely. My husband of three years had suddenly died in an accident, and I moved to a new city, a new job, and a new house. We had a lively kink life, and I still used my titanium chastity device to control my masturbation. But after six months I still hardly knew anyone other than co-workers.

Surfing the net I found an interesting website “Abductions R Us” — they offer a roleplay kidnapping for a fee. After an email exchange they arranged a video call at which they required me to be naked, wearing my chastity device; they blocked their own video. After a detailed discussion, with close examination of my chastity, they sent a contract for me to fill out and sign, during the video. It had a bunch of options I could accept or decline; some were pre-selected, such as “I will remain naked the entire time, in various restraints such as handcuffs and legcuffs”; among others I selected “I can be fucked in the ass by men wearing condoms” — that’s all right down my alley. Wanting the full experience, I accepted them all except “Removal of all body hair.”

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Self-Bondage Camping Trip

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Author’s note: This is not a story, it is a true and accurate report of how I spent four interesting days last week. Ever since reading a book in which the hero gets kidnapped and handcuffed naked to a tree, I have wanted to try that myself. (Dick Francis, _The_Danger_; yes, this is a mainstream mystery novel.)

Monday

As usual, my camping trip starts with loading gear onto my bicycle and riding to the campground. This time it is 48 pounds of gear and 70 miles — a fine day’s ride. Remarkably, I had a strong favorable wind and made excellent time. This is the Midwest and wind is usually more important than hills.

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One Fine Weekend

By surfbot

After spending a glorious week in bondage at my buddy’s place in the city [“One Fine Week“], while driving home I had a better idea than mailing him his chastity keys in a week: I realized I could come back next weekend. So I called him and we agreed on the details. I suggested he get theater tickets for Saturday evening. He complained that while he was in enforced chastity, I could remove my device any time once I got home. So when I got home, I went straight to my workshop.

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One Fine Week

By surfbot

I have always loved handcuffs. Since buying my first pair in college I have spent more time in handcuffs than the most hardened criminal. And leg cuffs, too, which I got a week later. A few years after that I discovered chastity devices, which are a great way to be in bondage without the restriction, and without anybody else knowing. Cuffs and chastities have always played a major role in my jack-off fantasies, and for years my nighttime “pajamas” have consisted of handcuffs and leg cuffs, often with a chastity device, sometimes with a combination lock holding me captive until sunrise.

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