I've had this fantasy for a while now...

[MellowYellow]

So I bought a straitjacket a few days ago and i'm expecting it to arrive in a couple months. I have always been fascinated by the diaper/straitjacket combo and really want to be put into a straitjacket and diaper for an hour or so just to get the feeling of it.

Problem is: I don't have anyone trusting in my life to do this for me that is also comfortable enough with my abdl/bondage side of me to do it. So far, my father as well as a close friend + multiple counselors know this part of me yet I think all of those people would find it rather jarring with me in such attire and well... bind. ? and only one person knows I like straitjackets which is a counselor.

Point is: I REALLY want to do this but have no one that I know to support me in such a decision and it sucks. ?

Thought about telling my sister about this. She is the most liberal when it comes to stuff like this in my family, but again; imagine your little brother who is 15 years or so younger than you asking you to put him in a straitjacket wearing an adult baby diaper. It would be a miracle if she were totally ok with helping me out in this endeavor, but that would be rather humiliating and silly to be dressed like that in front of my own sister. Plus she has a whole family to raise while i'm in college dicking around with the idea of doing shit like this so I can't imagine she has time for that.

Again, really want to try this kink of mine, yet im not sure who I could ask to do something like this for me. Any ideas?

[BabyLock]

All I can comment on is "Be careful for what you wish for" !!!

This might be carried to the extent (not extreme) leaving you in your SJ and having to use the diapers - maybe several times

to the point of leaking and oozing smelly matter - this maybe a one time event to get the urge out of your fantasy system.

Then again showing signs of getting it off you may be inviting a instant replay - maybe your family would like to keep you

in your secured space on a more frequent schedule.

[AbabeBill]

Only thing I can come up with, for you to fully indulge in this is, to find a professional type, S&M. I realize, it might not be an actual option, when it comes down to money to pay for the service. But, it might be viewed as a vacation expense. I do caution, if you do decide to go that route, do your homework on finding someone reputable in the field. 

[MellowYellow]

5 hours ago, BabyLock said:

All I can comment on is "Be careful for what you wish for" !!!

This might be carried to the extent (not extreme) leaving you in your SJ and having to use the diapers - maybe several times

to the point of leaking and oozing smelly matter - this maybe a one time event to get the urge out of your fantasy system.

Then again showing signs of getting it off you may be inviting a instant replay - maybe your family would like to keep you

in your secured space on a more frequent schedule.

I think my family would be devastated to see me in such a bind. My family loves me very dearly and would not resort to that even for a gag. I would say they wouldn't do it in the first place since the image of the youngest son in the family in a straitjacket and diaper would disturb them. 

On another note: what does S&M stand for?

[AbabeBill]

22 hours ago, MellowYellow said:

I think my family would be devastated to see me in such a bind. My family loves me very dearly and would not resort to that even for a gag. I would say they wouldn't do it in the first place since the image of the youngest son in the family in a straitjacket and diaper would disturb them. 

On another note: what does S&M stand for?

S&M is an abbreviation for,  sadism and masochism. 

[MellowYellow]

 

On 6/27/2019 at 5:35 AM, AbabeBill said:

Only thing I can come up with, for you to fully indulge in this is, to find a professional type, S&M. I realize, it might not be an actual option, when it comes down to money to pay for the service. But, it might be viewed as a vacation expense. I do caution, if you do decide to go that route, do your homework on finding someone reputable in the field. 

I actually did spent a lot of time looking for professionals in Bondage as well as domms all across Maryland. Problem is; they all look very scary. ?

Not sure if I want to put my faith in someone who looks like they would want to just torture me. Do you have any experience in this area?

[AbabeBill]

44 minutes ago, MellowYellow said:

 

I actually did spent a lot of time looking for professionals in Bondage as well as domms all across Maryland. Problem is; they all look very scary. ?

Not sure if I want to put my faith in someone who looks like they would want to just torture me. Do you have any experience in this area?

I’m not afraid to say, I don’t. I don’t have the wild faith myself, to put into, basically a stranger. And one, who will have you trusted up, and at their whim. 

But, I know there are some, who are very professional. That’s why, I would tell anyone, to do research and check on this type of service, before you enter. 

[MellowYellow]

5 hours ago, AbabeBill said:

I’m not afraid to say, I don’t. I don’t have the wild faith myself, to put into, basically a stranger. And one, who will have you trusted up, and at their whim. 

But, I know there are some, who are very professional. That’s why, I would tell anyone, to do research and check on this type of service, before you enter. 

Do you know how to differentiate between a professional and an unprofessional S&D?

[AbabeBill]

3 hours ago, MellowYellow said:

Do you know how to differentiate between a professional and an unprofessional S&D?

I would look for someone who has been doing it, or in the business for a long time, can boast a large (satisfied) clientele, would more than likely have a website, with reviews. Then I would ask around different sites, if anyone knew of them, or heard of them. It might take some homework, and running things down, with the help of the internet, but it’s better than taking a chance. 

Also, you can look around your area for a munch. A group that meets locally, that has the particular interest. They could put you on to a semi-professional, or professionals. 

[LittleAmytheil]

I'm from a bit further north (NYC) but also second a professional in this case.  I'm saving funds for a straitjacket myself, and presently have 2 play partners who would be willing to use it with me.  That being said, I've also met a wonderful professional Dominatrix and can confirm they are not as scary as you think!  They're trained professionals, doing a job.  They want to give you the experience you want, not the 'television dominatrix experience'.  Now as for finding a professional, or knowing how good they may be, I unfortunately can't give guidance.  I was referred by a friend of mine who went to school with her and he had also hired her in the past. (Great story, because it was an accident.  A friend paid for the experience and chickened out so she offered it to my friend instead!)

We even went out for dinner and drinks after our session (her treat.) to cool down and just talk about outside interests.

[lilstevie]

Fantasy verses reality. The reality is if you step out of your comfort zone into the bdsm kink community chances are good you will find someone that will indulge you . Call it symbiotic because some really really enjoy the Top side of play and would derive much pleasure from putting you in a strait jacket. Bondage is a big thing many people enjoy.You are in a really awesome part of the country. There are some fantastic bdsm groups in Maryland.  ABDL is becoming much more excepted in the bdsm community's. Advice is cheap but that is my best advice .

[rubbersheetmike]

7 hours ago, lilstevie said:

Fantasy verses reality. The reality is if you step out of your comfort zone into the bdsm kink community chances are good you will find someone that will indulge you . Call it symbiotic because some really really enjoy the Top side of play and would derive much pleasure from putting you in a strait jacket. Bondage is a big thing many people enjoy.You are in a really awesome part of the country. There are some fantastic bdsm groups in Maryland.  ABDL is becoming much more excepted in the bdsm community's. Advice is cheap but that is my best advice .

I think your right that you can find someone to indulge you if you step out of your comfort zone but you still have to be very careful. Not every scene is for everybody and ground rules are important. I did some bdsm role playing when I was in my 20s and 30s. I kind of got out of it when I got older. It can be very stimulating if your confident in the person your with. I was a bottom and I had a few tops with a couple of them being for fairly long periods of time. 

[julio]

I'm pretty late to this party, but I might be able to help.  I've been in a BDSM relationship as a sub for the last 6 years, so I have a good amount of experience with the kink community.  A lot of pro Dommes will look scary because they try to piggy back on what porn says a "Domme" is.  That makes them more relatable to people with very little experience in kink who might seek out their services.  For example, as a masochist, I like women who look scary (though I actually prefer "looks sweet but dominates, controls, and tortures" more :]).  Given that their job often involves dominating someone they don't know, this is just one of the tools they use.

I would recommend going to a local bondage event at an S&M club.  You'll likely get a chance to talk to some Dommes there, and you'll quickly realize that a lot of them are really nice people who genuinely like to service top.  If you talk to enough of them, you'll likely find someone you are comfortable with who is interested in indulging in your desires with you.  They do a lot to look like prototypical porn fetish dispensers, but in reality, that's a shtick they use to generate customers and help set a scene with someone new.

[dl68]

I agree with the 'be careful what you wish for' comment. I have submitted to various Mistresses over the years and the first visit is always a nervous time - how do you know that you can trust them after all you will be tied and unable to get free?  Add in a gag, blindfold, ear plugs and you're completely at their mercy … but then that's what you want isn't it!  I can only say chat with the Master or Mistress beforehand, be honest with what you want and what your limits are and start simply and work up to what you really want when you  are confident with him/her.  Some websites contain feedback but how do you know its real!

All I can say is when you build a relationship - as I have done with my latest Mistress although sadly she told me last time she was retiring - you can suggest ideas and a good dominatrix will build them in but don't be proscriptive let them add their own ideas. I tried to suggest a full role play session once and was massively disappointed because it didn't live up to my mental image.  The next session however when I gave her the bones of my desires was brilliant (as a teaser it involved mummification, diaper, banana and scarves for gag and blindfold).

Good luck with your quest.

[MellowYellow]

I'm always late to the party I started! Thanks for all the cool comments I learned a lot from each of these posts. Maybe one day when I get out of college I head down to a dom in maryland and give all this stuff a shot. If not anything else just for curiosity =3.

 

[littleTomás]

Just a general rule on bondage, you can probably do it as self-bondage if you're careful. Example: you can tie yourself to a chair, but in a why where you can get out of it. However, you have to tie yourself to a sturdy chair because I know someone who tied themselves to a folding chair and would have knocked themselves out had there not been something soft on the floor behind them because the chair tipped over once they'd tied themselves up. Self-bondage isn't quite the same as being fully at the mercy of another, but it's pretty close and imagination can make up the difference here. Here's an example of straight jacket straps that are made for self-bondage: https://www.etsy.com/listing/238829696/self-bondage-straitjacket-poly-webbing

You can also look for local play partners through your local kink/BDSM clubs. Most major cities and large towns have groups.

My suggestion with exploring bondage would be to start low-key with doing some self-bondage with handcuffs, rope, etc. Before trying a straight jacket. In a similar way, I'm working on learning basic rope tying before I invest $150 in converting a floor gaming chair into a bondage chair in the style of a car seat.

Feel free to message me with any additional questions,

Little Tomás

[BabyLock]

Here is an example of a fantasy gone wrong:

Know what the heck you are getting into or setting yourself up for ---

When dealing with a fantasy that uses K-E-Y-S -&- L-O-C-K-I-N-G devices - Don't be doing dumb things ! 

A chastity story from some 20 years ago:

 

Curiosity Gains Big Trouble    
Curiosity Gains Big Trouble!
Fiction by: Need2BBnd

When John asked if I could house-sit while him and his wife, Donna, went on a
 cruise. I jumped at it. Being unemployed at the time, I thought "Why not?". It
was a free place to stay for 2 weeks, and they were going to pay me to do so.

Arriving with my suitcase at the door, I was greeted by John and Donna.

"Cutting it a little close aren't you?" Donna said.

"I'm sorry, traffic was bad".

She just turned away, then John came over. "Don't worry about it. We've got
 plenty of time to get to the airport." He handed me a list of items to look out
after. Feed the bird. Bring in the mail. Along with some phone numbers in case
of emergency. That kind of thing. Then he told me: "Listen you have complete
rule of the house, but please stay out of the playroom."

Now me and John went way back. We talked about everything, which I think doesn't
sit too well with Donna at times. I knew they had a kinky sex life. Bondage,
chastity devices that sort of thing. I must admit, I've always had a curiosity
about that type of relationship. I never, however, thought about giving up my
total control to someone else. I know they had a special "playroom" built, but
didn't know anything more than that. Like I said, Donna didn't like John talking
about everything.

John continued "The fridge is stocked. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen.
I've put my cell phone number on the bottom of the list. Probably won't work out
at sea, but it you can leave a message with my service. I'll be checking it
periodically. We've gotta go." Before walking out the door, Donna threw me her
keys at me and said "Don't burn down the place!!!"

Standing at the window, I waived them goodbye. Afterward, I headed for the
 kitchen for a beer.

Now, I have to admit. I was curious about the playroom. I thought. "No harm in
just looking!" Turning on the light and proceeded down the basement. Looking
around it looked much like any other basement, laundry facilities, a treadmill ,
a workbench. There was a room separated from the rest of the basement. It didn't
have a door, but the lights were turned off.

I proceeded to enter and find the light switch. "Oh my God!!!", I blurted. In
this room was a small cot, a shower head, toilet and sink, along with shackles
on the wall. It looked more like a prison cell than I play room. The walls were
covered with some type of metallic mesh.

Over in the corner was a foot locker. It was old and had a broken lock. I slowly
opened the trunk to find what must have been their toychest. A variety of
handcuffs, shackles and what appeared to be a man's chastity belt.

Now, I have to admit, now my curiosity is going at full tilt. This was obviously
John's belt. The best way I could describe this belt was sturdy. It was made
with about ¼ inch metal and entirely covered the crotch. A long tube was built
into the front shield which had to be where the penis slipped into. There was
also what appeared to be a cradle like area for the balls. Unfortunately, the
security lock was already locked and no key was in the trunk.

Just then, I had a thought. I reached into my pocket to grab the keys that Donna
gave me.

"OH MY GOD!!!" What appeared to be a security key like that for the lock on the
belt. With a little trepidation, I inserted the key - .click. It opened.

Just then the doorbell rang! SHIT!!! I took the keys and put the belt down. I
ran upstairs to answer the door. As is always my luck, it was a salesman trying
to sell magazine subscriptions. I quickly but politely got rid of him and
started to head back.

Stopping at the kitchen, I grabbed another beer and dropped the keys I still had
in my hand at the table. Deciding I had better start earning my keep, I headed
for the garage to get a start on mowing the lawn.

It took about an hour to do the lawn. All the time, thinking about the chastity
belt in the basement. I know that belts need to be measured for a perfect fit,
but John and myself had very similar builds. I don't know how to say it but
curiosity got the best of me.

Just as I started heading downstairs, the phone rang. DAMN! such interruptions.
I picked the cordless up and took it with me as I headed downstairs. It was one
of Donna's friends wondering if they had left already. By the time I had
answered her question and various chatter, I found myself back in the playroom
with the belt.

"What harm could there be in trying it on. I'll clean it up after I take it
 off." I quickly removed my jeans and underwear and positioned the belt on
myself. I inhaled a bit and then with a little pressure. "Click".

I was surprised at how well it actually did fit. It was very secure. I couldn't
get my fingers under the front plate, nor would the belt budge a bit. Quite an
unusual feeling. I just couldn't imagine John wearing this for any length of
time, though. It would drive me crazy!!!

After admiring the belt, I decided it was time to take it off and get on to
 other things. Pick up my pants, I reached into the pocket to grab the keys.
 Shit, the only keys in there were my keys to my car. Oh that's right, I left
 them upstairs in the kitchen.

I decided to slip my pants on over the belt, (not an easy thing to do and it was
obvious that something was not right under my pants), and head upstairs. As I
approached the doorway, all of a sudden, ZAP!!!! I fell to the ground in the
most pain I have ever experienced. It was like someone took a stun gun right to
my genitals.

It took me a while to gain my strength and composure back. "What the fuck
 happened?" Still feeling the residence of the shock, I again motioned toward
 the door. ZAP!!! I laid on the floor motionless not knowing what to do. "Shit,
what is this thing!" Realizing that this wasn't just an ordinary chastity belt,
it was some type of device meant to keep someone in this room.

I attempted everything I could to extricate myself from the belt, but it was of
no use. It wasn't coming off without the key and that was upstairs. Think Ron,
think. Just then I noticed the cordless phone I brought down with me. Reaching
into my pocket, I grabbed the to do list with the phone numbers. The closest
person on the list was Sharon, a friend of Donna's. I had gone out with Sharon
once because Donna thought we might have some fun together. Nothing much
developed as we seemed not interested in the same things. At this point,
however, it didn't much matter. I quickly dialed the number.

"Please be home. Please be home"

"Hello"? Thank god, it was Sharon.

"Hi, uh Sharon, this is Ron. Remember me, I'm Donna and John's friend"

"Oh yeah, Hi. It's been a while. What's up?" she said cheerfully.

"Donna and John left your number to call in case I had a problem. I'm house
 sitting for them and I was wondering if you could come over here. I've got a
 little problem."

In a concerned voice "What's wrong?"

"Let's just say I've got myself into a bit of a jam. It you could come over, the
back door is unlocked. I'll be in the basement. There is a set of keys lying on
the kitchen table, if you would bring those down, I'd appreciate it. I'll
explain it all after you get here." I didn't want her to know my entire
 predicament.

"Ok" she said hesitantly. "I'll be there in about 5 minutes."

Trying to compose myself, I was trying to think of how to explain this to her. I
know she will probably tell Donna when she gets back. My ass will be grass then.
John told me to stay out of here. Oh well, it will be 2 weeks before they get
home. It may not be that big a deal.

A few minutes later, I hear the door open upstairs. Within a few seconds I hear
someone coming down the stairs.

"Hello, is anyone down here?" It was Sharon.

"I'm down over here". I replied.

She got downstairs and faced the doorway to the room I was in.

"Did you get the keys from the table?" I asked with a relief you can only
 imagine.

"Yeah, I've got him right here", jingling the keys.

"Can I have them please?" I asked with a little bit of anxiousness.

I noticed she was looking down at my jeans. I knew it was obvious that I was
 wearing something bulky under them. "What's going on?"

"I'll explain everything later, please just give me the keys." I blurted.

"Why don't you come get them?" she said with a little bit of a smirk coming
 across her face.

"Please, just hand toss them to me" I pleaded.

"Wait a sec". And without notice ran upstairs

"No - wait - come back!" I yelled out in a panic.

I could tell she didn't leave the house, but where did she go. A few minutes
 later she returned.

She asked "Why do you need these keys?" she asked. This time her grin was more
that of a cat about to eat the canary.

"I just do!!!" I said sternly. I had no more patience.

Without much warning, she pulled a small black device that looked like a TV
 remote. She pushed a button and ZAP!!!! I was on the floor again writhing in
agony again.

"Oh my" she said slyly. "You put on John's training belt didn't you?"

Training belt? Oh God, she knew. "Yes, I did." I managed to get out, still in a
fetal position on the floor.

"Well, well, well. I helped Donna build this room and with the modifications to
the belt you're wearing" she said proudly.

"Please, just let me out of this thing. Ok" I asked ever so politely.

"Well..." then with another push of the button - ZAP! This time, I was out cold.

After regaining consciousness, I realized that the only thing I was wearing was
the damn chastity belt. Quickly, I looked around for the cordless phone.

"Looking for these?" a voice came from beyond the doorway. It was Sharon holding
up my clothes in one hand and the phone in the other. A look of shock came
across my face.

"Donna has had all the fun and I've always wanted to try this for myself. Oh
 yeah, this is going to be a fun 2 weeks" she coldly said.

Oh what has curiosity gotten me into this time?

Page last updated 99-Oct-10 by:  Altairboy@aol.com

 

[Dubious]

I have tried self bondage and its boring, cause its so easy to get out and I think its too dangerous to lock myself in without a fast escape plan 

So now I just dabble in chastity, just so I can't masturbate or touch dick when diapered, but sadly there is no escape proof chastity, outside of getting a PA..
So its all about self control and it works when diapered 

[Tenshy]

On 1/23/2020 at 10:08 AM, BabyLock said:

Here is an example of a fantasy gone wrong:

Know what the heck you are getting into or setting yourself up for ---

When dealing with a fantasy that uses K-E-Y-S -&- L-O-C-K-I-N-G devices - Don't be doing dumb things ! 

A chastity story from some 20 years ago:

 

Curiosity Gains Big Trouble    
Curiosity Gains Big Trouble!
Fiction by: Need2BBnd

When John asked if I could house-sit while him and his wife, Donna, went on a
 cruise. I jumped at it. Being unemployed at the time, I thought "Why not?". It
was a free place to stay for 2 weeks, and they were going to pay me to do so.

Arriving with my suitcase at the door, I was greeted by John and Donna.

"Cutting it a little close aren't you?" Donna said.

"I'm sorry, traffic was bad".

She just turned away, then John came over. "Don't worry about it. We've got
 plenty of time to get to the airport." He handed me a list of items to look out
after. Feed the bird. Bring in the mail. Along with some phone numbers in case
of emergency. That kind of thing. Then he told me: "Listen you have complete
rule of the house, but please stay out of the playroom."

Now me and John went way back. We talked about everything, which I think doesn't
sit too well with Donna at times. I knew they had a kinky sex life. Bondage,
chastity devices that sort of thing. I must admit, I've always had a curiosity
about that type of relationship. I never, however, thought about giving up my
total control to someone else. I know they had a special "playroom" built, but
didn't know anything more than that. Like I said, Donna didn't like John talking
about everything.

John continued "The fridge is stocked. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen.
I've put my cell phone number on the bottom of the list. Probably won't work out
at sea, but it you can leave a message with my service. I'll be checking it
periodically. We've gotta go." Before walking out the door, Donna threw me her
keys at me and said "Don't burn down the place!!!"

Standing at the window, I waived them goodbye. Afterward, I headed for the
 kitchen for a beer.

Now, I have to admit. I was curious about the playroom. I thought. "No harm in
just looking!" Turning on the light and proceeded down the basement. Looking
around it looked much like any other basement, laundry facilities, a treadmill ,
a workbench. There was a room separated from the rest of the basement. It didn't
have a door, but the lights were turned off.

I proceeded to enter and find the light switch. "Oh my God!!!", I blurted. In
this room was a small cot, a shower head, toilet and sink, along with shackles
on the wall. It looked more like a prison cell than I play room. The walls were
covered with some type of metallic mesh.

Over in the corner was a foot locker. It was old and had a broken lock. I slowly
opened the trunk to find what must have been their toychest. A variety of
handcuffs, shackles and what appeared to be a man's chastity belt.

Now, I have to admit, now my curiosity is going at full tilt. This was obviously
John's belt. The best way I could describe this belt was sturdy. It was made
with about ¼ inch metal and entirely covered the crotch. A long tube was built
into the front shield which had to be where the penis slipped into. There was
also what appeared to be a cradle like area for the balls. Unfortunately, the
security lock was already locked and no key was in the trunk.

Just then, I had a thought. I reached into my pocket to grab the keys that Donna
gave me.

"OH MY GOD!!!" What appeared to be a security key like that for the lock on the
belt. With a little trepidation, I inserted the key - .click. It opened.

Just then the doorbell rang! SHIT!!! I took the keys and put the belt down. I
ran upstairs to answer the door. As is always my luck, it was a salesman trying
to sell magazine subscriptions. I quickly but politely got rid of him and
started to head back.

Stopping at the kitchen, I grabbed another beer and dropped the keys I still had
in my hand at the table. Deciding I had better start earning my keep, I headed
for the garage to get a start on mowing the lawn.

It took about an hour to do the lawn. All the time, thinking about the chastity
belt in the basement. I know that belts need to be measured for a perfect fit,
but John and myself had very similar builds. I don't know how to say it but
curiosity got the best of me.

Just as I started heading downstairs, the phone rang. DAMN! such interruptions.
I picked the cordless up and took it with me as I headed downstairs. It was one
of Donna's friends wondering if they had left already. By the time I had
answered her question and various chatter, I found myself back in the playroom
with the belt.

"What harm could there be in trying it on. I'll clean it up after I take it
 off." I quickly removed my jeans and underwear and positioned the belt on
myself. I inhaled a bit and then with a little pressure. "Click".

I was surprised at how well it actually did fit. It was very secure. I couldn't
get my fingers under the front plate, nor would the belt budge a bit. Quite an
unusual feeling. I just couldn't imagine John wearing this for any length of
time, though. It would drive me crazy!!!

After admiring the belt, I decided it was time to take it off and get on to
 other things. Pick up my pants, I reached into the pocket to grab the keys.
 Shit, the only keys in there were my keys to my car. Oh that's right, I left
 them upstairs in the kitchen.

I decided to slip my pants on over the belt, (not an easy thing to do and it was
obvious that something was not right under my pants), and head upstairs. As I
approached the doorway, all of a sudden, ZAP!!!! I fell to the ground in the
most pain I have ever experienced. It was like someone took a stun gun right to
my genitals.

It took me a while to gain my strength and composure back. "What the fuck
 happened?" Still feeling the residence of the shock, I again motioned toward
 the door. ZAP!!! I laid on the floor motionless not knowing what to do. "Shit,
what is this thing!" Realizing that this wasn't just an ordinary chastity belt,
it was some type of device meant to keep someone in this room.

I attempted everything I could to extricate myself from the belt, but it was of
no use. It wasn't coming off without the key and that was upstairs. Think Ron,
think. Just then I noticed the cordless phone I brought down with me. Reaching
into my pocket, I grabbed the to do list with the phone numbers. The closest
person on the list was Sharon, a friend of Donna's. I had gone out with Sharon
once because Donna thought we might have some fun together. Nothing much
developed as we seemed not interested in the same things. At this point,
however, it didn't much matter. I quickly dialed the number.

"Please be home. Please be home"

"Hello"? Thank god, it was Sharon.

"Hi, uh Sharon, this is Ron. Remember me, I'm Donna and John's friend"

"Oh yeah, Hi. It's been a while. What's up?" she said cheerfully.

"Donna and John left your number to call in case I had a problem. I'm house
 sitting for them and I was wondering if you could come over here. I've got a
 little problem."

In a concerned voice "What's wrong?"

"Let's just say I've got myself into a bit of a jam. It you could come over, the
back door is unlocked. I'll be in the basement. There is a set of keys lying on
the kitchen table, if you would bring those down, I'd appreciate it. I'll
explain it all after you get here." I didn't want her to know my entire
 predicament.

"Ok" she said hesitantly. "I'll be there in about 5 minutes."

Trying to compose myself, I was trying to think of how to explain this to her. I
know she will probably tell Donna when she gets back. My ass will be grass then.
John told me to stay out of here. Oh well, it will be 2 weeks before they get
home. It may not be that big a deal.

A few minutes later, I hear the door open upstairs. Within a few seconds I hear
someone coming down the stairs.

"Hello, is anyone down here?" It was Sharon.

"I'm down over here". I replied.

She got downstairs and faced the doorway to the room I was in.

"Did you get the keys from the table?" I asked with a relief you can only
 imagine.

"Yeah, I've got him right here", jingling the keys.

"Can I have them please?" I asked with a little bit of anxiousness.

I noticed she was looking down at my jeans. I knew it was obvious that I was
 wearing something bulky under them. "What's going on?"

"I'll explain everything later, please just give me the keys." I blurted.

"Why don't you come get them?" she said with a little bit of a smirk coming
 across her face.

"Please, just hand toss them to me" I pleaded.

"Wait a sec". And without notice ran upstairs

"No - wait - come back!" I yelled out in a panic.

I could tell she didn't leave the house, but where did she go. A few minutes
 later she returned.

She asked "Why do you need these keys?" she asked. This time her grin was more
that of a cat about to eat the canary.

"I just do!!!" I said sternly. I had no more patience.

Without much warning, she pulled a small black device that looked like a TV
 remote. She pushed a button and ZAP!!!! I was on the floor again writhing in
agony again.

"Oh my" she said slyly. "You put on John's training belt didn't you?"

Training belt? Oh God, she knew. "Yes, I did." I managed to get out, still in a
fetal position on the floor.

"Well, well, well. I helped Donna build this room and with the modifications to
the belt you're wearing" she said proudly.

"Please, just let me out of this thing. Ok" I asked ever so politely.

"Well..." then with another push of the button - ZAP! This time, I was out cold.

After regaining consciousness, I realized that the only thing I was wearing was
the damn chastity belt. Quickly, I looked around for the cordless phone.

"Looking for these?" a voice came from beyond the doorway. It was Sharon holding
up my clothes in one hand and the phone in the other. A look of shock came
across my face.

"Donna has had all the fun and I've always wanted to try this for myself. Oh
 yeah, this is going to be a fun 2 weeks" she coldly said.

Oh what has curiosity gotten me into this time?

Page last updated 99-Oct-10 by:  Altairboy@aol.com

 

This sounds like a really good fantasy 

 

Also that it may happen, I mean dont we all have that kind of friends with a playing room ???

On 1/25/2020 at 6:28 AM, Dubious said:

I have tried self bondage and its boring, cause its so easy to get out and I think its too dangerous to lock myself in without a fast escape plan 

So now I just dabble in chastity, just so I can't masturbate or touch dick when diapered, but sadly there is no escape proof chastity, outside of getting a PA..
So its all about self control and it works when diapered 

I think you can have a good quality lock on your chastity device then send to your self the only two keys by mail 

Sooo you will need to wait for the mail. No scape and you will not miss the travel to you mail box with a chastity bulk in your pants 

[DLmedical-turned DLmedfet]

Maybe you should have someone wear it first. So u know u share same trust

 

[BabyLock]

On 4/22/2020 at 3:24 PM, Tenshy said:

This sounds like a really good fantasy 

 

Also that it may happen, I mean dont we all have that kind of friends with a playing room ???

I think you can have a good quality lock on your chastity device then send to your self the only two keys by mail 

Sooo you will need to wait for the mail. No scape and you will not miss the travel to you mail box with a chastity bulk in your pants 

Never mail (ALL) the keys to your bondage games - ONLY mail the one to start the escape process.

Have a back-up key planted for emergency use. 

The rest of the keys put into an ice block in the freezer or other accessible place (with effort of course) and rest easy that there

is a valid escape plan in play.

About mailing (FedEx UPS USPS Royal Mail whoever whatever you use) what about a natural weather event delaying your receipt ?

What of a vehicle breakdown accident on the delivery route - miss delivery - wrong address - package label unreadable - damaged package -

this could on and on - - - - -

Are you able to wait out another day or time period for delivery of your release device - WITHOUT A BACK-UP ?

 

 

About KEYS think of the alternative of a combination lock -

Think of an alternative puzzle solving method (You are in locking mittens having to manipulate the puzzle for release) !

 Practice a dry-run without the locks - - - - -

Have a partner - dominate - submissive - neutral - maybe share the game raising the stakes to a new level. 

[Ohmo]

A zombie thread, I know, but who doesn't love a good zombie tale? ? 

Wouldn't it be grand if OP returned to tell us what he decided, who helped if he found someone to do so, and how it went?

Inquiring minds (and libidos) want to know!