A Dom, a sub, a chastity belt
Story by: Eric Anders
Photography by: mattia_BAU_vegni
October 2, 2019
When I first began exploring my kinks, I met a fellow sub and we formed a pact: I would help him explore his fantasies if he helped me explore mine. At that time, I was primarily interested in being tied down and edged until I was shaking and begging to cum. His was chastity. I remember thinking at that time, Who in their right mind would want to lock their cock away to not be used? Turns out that I do.
Fast forward 10 years and I’m almost never without my chastity cage (and, of course, my collar). Chastity can do many things for a sub, but to sum it up in one word, I believe it has the power to expand: expand the length of a session, expand the power of a Dom beyond the boundaries of the playroom, expand the depths of submission, and also expand a sub’s experience of pleasure.
I can remember waking up bleary-eyed one Monday morning to see a text message from my Master, directing me to lock up in advance of our Friday session. He was out of town on business for the week. The second that I read that message, I got hard. I knew I was in for it again: a week of frustratingly brilliant pleasure. I was amazed how, with a simple note and a device like a chastity belt, he could turn what would normally be one night of play into a week-long session.
“It is definitely not easy to hand over control of something as fundamental as your orgasms, but with the right person, it’s worth it.”
I got out of bed, went over to the closet and pulled out my Behind Barz chastity belt, which had been a birthday gift from my Master. It’s made up of four pieces plus some locks. Once secured, there’s no way I can get hard, or even touch my cock. I put on the metal belt, sliding it into place, and connected the buckle. I then pulled my cock and balls through the cock ring and connected it to the front buckle to keep it secure. The next layer is always the most difficult — the cock tube. I’m usually so turned on by this point that I get too hard to fit it in, so, moving quickly, I lubed up my dick, slid it inside the tube, and connected it to the buckle. To finish it off, I grabbed the outer cage (which is like a jock cup) and locked it over my cock and balls. As soon as the locks clicked, my cock pulsed against its metal prison.
To finish the ritual, I got down on my knees and took a photo with my hands behind my head. I was naked except for my collar and chastity belt. I texted the pic to my Master to show him that I had obeyed his command.
“It is definitely not easy to hand over control of something as fundamental as your orgasms, but with the right person, it’s worth it.”
Throughout the week I went about my normal schedule — heading to work, meeting with friends, and going to the gym, but with one notable difference: my cock and balls were locked away the entire time. As someone who is relatively dominant in my public life, it’s a glorious mindfuck to be standing in front of a group of colleagues, feeling powerful and in control of my work life, while simultaneously feeling the metal of my rigid stainless steel collar and chastity belt on my skin. This simple device made me feel like my Master’s hand was softly gripping my cock and balls wherever I went, expanding the power exchange, which would normally only live within the boundaries of one session, into the rest of my daily life.
By the third day, I was constantly horny and as the week progressed, my fantasies became much more depraved, intensifying my desires. By the end of the workweek, I wanted to go deeper and darker than I ever had before.
Friday, 5 p.m. It couldn’t come fast enough. My Master was to be home in an hour and had given me strict instructions to be ready for his arrival. I showered, put in my favorite butt plug, and turned on the lights and music in our playroom. I placed my thick leather play collar and a glass of his favorite whiskey next to his throne, which is a massive chair made of ornately carved wood and black leather. By 6 p.m., I was on my hands and knees with my head down in front of his throne, eyes closed and waiting.
A few minutes later, I heard him arrive. As his footsteps got closer to the playroom, my cock swelled, but he waited 10 minutes before he finally entered the room. He walked over to inspect me. I kept my head down as he sat next to me. He picked up the leather collar and locked it firmly around my neck. At that moment I exhaled and felt my body relax; everything outside of this room, outside of him and I, fell away. I was where I was supposed to be.
After a few minutes of using my back as a footrest and drinking his whiskey, he pulled on my collar, and whispered in my ear, “Today, that belt doesn’t come off.” I whimpered as I felt my cock fight against its cage and responded, “Yes, Master.” He sat back and extended one of his boots. “Lick,” he said.
As my tongue moved across the leather, I felt an interesting sensation: a build-up in my cock and balls. I expected it would go down, but it just continued to intensify, and I realized I was being edged. The sensation wasn’t just in my cock, but it was much deeper inside of me, building from my prostate in the same way hands-free orgasms do when I’m being fucked.
We continued playing for the next few hours, moving on to impact play and bondage. Throughout it all, the sensation that was deep in my groin built up whenever he gave me tasks to pleasure him.
To finish the session, my Master once again returned to his throne and pulled me over onto my hands and knees. As I knelt in front of him, he slowly unzipped his leather pants, pulling out his hard cock for the first time that night. He sat back and stroked himself slowly, smirking at me as I whimpered on the ground, knowing that all I wanted to do was swallow his cock.
After what felt like hours of teasing me, he finally pulled my collar forward and said, “Open.” He began to fuck my face. The flavor, the smell, and the honor of being able to serve him drove me wild. His cock grew stiffer in my throat as we continued, and as it did, I felt myself getting closer to the edge. When he finally blew his load down my throat, I orgasmed too, hands-free. My entire body was shaking for minutes afterward.
It was one of the most rewarding experiences I’ve ever had as a sub.
As I lay on the ground recovering, my Master pulled me in close to his body. He smiled as I continued to breathe heavily, trying to recover. With my collar and chastity belt still locked firmly in place, I thought about how such a simple device could intensify my sessions with my Master so much. Unless my Master is edging me or we’re engaging in CBT, it’s pretty much always locked on now. I often feel naked without it.
It is definitely not easy to hand over control of something as fundamental as your orgasms, but with the right person, it’s worth it
