"Do your really want me to put this on you?" you asked, almost sweetly.

I nodded, hesitantly. "I do," I said solemnly.

"I'm not sure you do," you added teasingly, "be careful what you ask for, you might just get it. Besides you haven't really asked me, now have you?"

I looked at you and smiled. "Please let me wear it for you."

A smile slowly emerged. Slowly you shake your head. "Not good enough, pet."

"Please?" I added weakly, with just a hint of whimpering in my voice.

Your look told me it wasn't enough.

"Oh, please, I really, really want this." I paused. Averting my eyes, softly I said "I need this."

The grin became a smile. "Now look at me and say that."

I looked at you, blushing slightly, "I need this," I said looking deeply into your eyes. A shiver overtook my body.

"What exactly is it that you need?"

"I need you to control me, to own me. I want to have no say over it, total loss of control, total helplessness."

"O.K.," you warned me, "this is a lesson for you pet. You need to be careful what you wish for."

I stepped into the shiny metal contraption and held my breath as you raised it up over my hips. My cock was pushed into a small metal tube and quickly the belt was locked into place. In a matter of seconds, my cock and balls were locked away, unable to be touched or stimulated. I felt an erection begin to grow, only to be stopped by the metal tube which surrounded my cock. Slowly the pain grew, making the erection subside.

"When you take this off tonight," I told you, "I am going to cum like crazy!"

"But it's not coming off tonight," you explained, "or tomorrow, or the next day. Once a week it will come off, and you will be teased over and over, right to the brink. If you don't cum, you go back into the belt for another week, if you do cum, we add a week."

"But that's not fair," I protested.

You paused, smiled and looked at me, "No, I guess it isn't."

"Then I don't want to do it," I told you.

"Then you shouldn't have asked."

I slid my fingers all around the belt, trying to find a way to get it off.

"That's not going to work," you chuckled, "but it is fun to watch. What is even more fun is seeing you get hard while you're in that belt. Tell me one of your fantasies, that always excites you."

As I began to tell you a fantasy, I felt myself grow harder, the metal tube restricted me like a cold, solid grip, slowly and forcefully squeezing. The more I spoke, the more it squeezed. I began squirming, wanting so badly to touch it, to give myself some relief. The more excited I got the more it squeezed.

The night was young and I could tell by the look on your face it was going to be a long one.

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