Fuck, man. I really got myself into trouble.

I love chastity so much, and I agreed to stay in chastity for 2 months. But...you know how it is. If it's not truly inescapable...you'll probably try to find a way to escape, right? Or maybe that's just me.

I found out where John was keeping the keys. Whenever he would leave the house, I would just take it off and get myself off. I was overly confident and getting more and more cocky by the day. Unfortunately, cocky people make stupid choices. After John's security cameras caught me on the phone telling my friend about my little ruse, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

I had no idea what was going to happen. He tied me up spread eagle. I thought it was a regular bondage session.

Once I was totally helpless he surprised me with the recording. I felt so dumb, but part of me knew I was bad because I kind of wanted to get caught. I knew that would increase the chance that I could experience true chastity, with release completely outside of my control.

After gagging me tightly with electrical tape, he used a crop on me to make me squirm. I seriously thought that was the punishment. Nothing could have prepared me for what came next...

He went to the basement and I heard him rummaging around as I tugged on my bonds. He came back with a riveting tool. He took off the lock and riveted the belt shut. The final snap was both terrible and wonderful.

I couldn't believe it. At first I thought he was joking or something. But then the reality started to set in and I started to beg and apologize. Once John let me out of bondage I tried using some tools to get out of the belt...but nothing worked. I was stuck.

was already so horny and was only getting hornier thinking about going months without anything touching my most sensitive parts. But, by this point it was too late. I was in permanent chastity until John decided to let me out...

The feeling was incredible even though I dreaded the long months to come...

**DISCLAIMER!!! This is a fantasy that I participated in extremely enthusiastically, yet that I would never want to come true in real life outside of making a hot video about it! There is risk involved in doing something like this! A riveted belt can only be undone using power tools. It is not to be undertaken lightly. You can see a bit at the end in the BTS footage what went into getting it off. Stay & play safe! (TL;DR: Don't try this at home, y'all.)**

BondageFan70 est une personne unique. Oui, il a posé dans des films pornographiques de bondage, mais ce n'est pas un « modèle spécialisé en bondage » au sens où il ne cherche pas à en faire une carrière. C'est un véritable amateur de bondage qui a intégré cette pratique fortement dans sa vie.

Il entretient une bonne amitié avec Mark du site Serious Bondage. Ils ont beaucoup voyagé ensemble pour assister à des conventions sur le bondage, des salons BDSM et bien d'autres événements encore.

Ici, BondageFan70 parle, aidé en partie par Mark, de son exosquelette sur mesure. Il s'agit d'un dispositif total de bondage parfaitement adapté à son corps. Selon lui, la réalisation et la mise au point complète ont pris environ un an ainsi que 40 à 50 visites, en collaboration avec son ami SelfBondageChair sur FetLife.

J'ai vraiment apprécié d'en apprendre davantage sur cet appareil fascinant !

Elise Graves orders me to get into a neoprene bodybag, complete with attached hood, to prepare me for a treat during a long stay in a "treatment facility." Then she straps me to a vintage metal gurney, donning her own shiny apron and heeled rubber boots. After she fastens 13 delicious leather straps, she puts a yellow silicone gas mask over my already restricted head. Just four holes in the neoprene allow fresh air in, and now I am at the mercy of whatever Elise puts at the other end of the gas mask.

Next, it is time for my "treat." An excursion to the beautiful outdoors. Only, I am not allowed to see anything, feel anything, or even breathe the fresh air. Only Elise gets to enjoy the beautiful scenery as she wheels me around the post-apocalyptic landscape, wearing her thick rubber gloves to protect her skin from the harsh air. She relishes in the delights of her freedom as she wheels me around.

As the gorgeous clouds float by, I am trapped, wondering what I am missing, and wondering when (and if) I will ever get to see the outdoors again. Wondering when (and if) I will ever get to feel the breeze on my own skin or see sunlight with my own two eyes, let alone feel or touch my own body and experience its pleasures. Wondering when (and if) I will regain my autonomy or freedom from this strange treatment facility.