Story - Stuck in a belt since 17
Posted: 14 Nov 2013, 11:17
All right here's my story:
I'm 26 years old (female) and I've been wearing a hard-steel chastity belt since I was 17 years old. And I don't mean I've worn it for long periods of time and taken it off here or there; I have been stuck in this steel prison for almost 10 years! While I'm sure many readers would find this enticing, I can tell you right now it sucks beyond belief.
It was my parents idea. When I was a teenager, I began to discover the joys of sexual feeling. I masturbated every day, caught a few times and condemned by my insane mother. But it didn't stop me. I had sex for the first time with my boyfriend when I was 17. It was amazing, I will never forget it. I had sex a few more times but eventually my parents found out about this (long story).
So I was punished. The first thing that happened was my mother made witches marks on my hands with a knife. Yes I know, insane. So I was forced to wear white gloves all the time (I still wear gloves to this day). But this wasn't enough to punish me, and my father purchased a steel chastity belt and locked me in. I think he spent a lot of money on it, because this thing is indestructible. It completely sheilds my clit and intercourse is impossible. I thought this was illegal, but my parents reminded me that underage sex was also illegal. I was fucked.
I hated it! I felt like a slave, maybe that's what my parents wanted. They locked me in it 24/7, only taking it out a few minutes every night for cleaning. I tried running away, but my father would stop me. Can you imagine being 17 years old, and going to school with steel pants and white gloves? It wasn't so fun explaining the white gloves to people, and I prayed that no one would notice the chastity belt. I had to wear dresses all the time (I had always worn jeans).
And then, on the worst day of my life, close to my 18th birthday, I came home to see my father panicking. He lost the key to my chastity belt. There was no other copy. I was scared out of my mind when I heard about this. I thought right then and there I would be stuck in this belt forever. I would never be able to experience sex again, have to have this uncomfortable piece of metal around my waste for the rest of my life. They tried contacting the company that sold them the belt. They couldn't help. They called a locksmith, he couldn't help. They tried cutting it off, ended up hurting me a few times, nothing. I was stuck.
The last time I remember talking to them, they were apologetic about the belt and said they never intended for this to happen. I got in a huge argument with them and ran away. That was the last time I ever saw them.
I stayed with friends, moved out of state, got a job, and began living on my own. But the first year or so of my life was pure horrific torture. I called every locksmith I could, went to specialists, no one can get this thing off me without hurting me. Even after nine years, it's no closer to coming off than it was when I got it. And looking at my scared hands, even if they are covered with gloves, is always a reminder of when my life went down the drain.
However, I must admit, after the first couple years, it became easier to accept. It's second nature now. It takes discipline to wear this thing. I have to be diligent about cleaning it, I have gotten using to peeing and defecating with it on. Menstruation is still never fun, but I've got a system. I also have to stick to a strict diet. I gained a few pounds at one point and the belt became unbearably painful. It's okay now. I have a huge collection of gloves that I wear all the time. Most of my friends and colleagues have never seen my hands, and I've managed to make a sort of game out of it.
There are times when it's not so easy. I haven't touched myself in nine years and I have horribly intense sexual cravings from time to time. Anytime I've tried to get close to someone, I have to talk about this damn thing. Some are sympathetic, but most of my dates just end up running away. There was a period where I considered ending my life, but luckily I never acted on it. My work and my friends keep me going.
I still wish it was off everyday. I want to be touched again. I want a family. God knows I'll never be able to have kids this way. I want to have a normal life again. I've pretty much given up trying to get it off, but I still keep hope I'll be able to get this steel prison off of me.
I'm 26 years old (female) and I've been wearing a hard-steel chastity belt since I was 17 years old. And I don't mean I've worn it for long periods of time and taken it off here or there; I have been stuck in this steel prison for almost 10 years! While I'm sure many readers would find this enticing, I can tell you right now it sucks beyond belief.
It was my parents idea. When I was a teenager, I began to discover the joys of sexual feeling. I masturbated every day, caught a few times and condemned by my insane mother. But it didn't stop me. I had sex for the first time with my boyfriend when I was 17. It was amazing, I will never forget it. I had sex a few more times but eventually my parents found out about this (long story).
So I was punished. The first thing that happened was my mother made witches marks on my hands with a knife. Yes I know, insane. So I was forced to wear white gloves all the time (I still wear gloves to this day). But this wasn't enough to punish me, and my father purchased a steel chastity belt and locked me in. I think he spent a lot of money on it, because this thing is indestructible. It completely sheilds my clit and intercourse is impossible. I thought this was illegal, but my parents reminded me that underage sex was also illegal. I was fucked.
I hated it! I felt like a slave, maybe that's what my parents wanted. They locked me in it 24/7, only taking it out a few minutes every night for cleaning. I tried running away, but my father would stop me. Can you imagine being 17 years old, and going to school with steel pants and white gloves? It wasn't so fun explaining the white gloves to people, and I prayed that no one would notice the chastity belt. I had to wear dresses all the time (I had always worn jeans).
And then, on the worst day of my life, close to my 18th birthday, I came home to see my father panicking. He lost the key to my chastity belt. There was no other copy. I was scared out of my mind when I heard about this. I thought right then and there I would be stuck in this belt forever. I would never be able to experience sex again, have to have this uncomfortable piece of metal around my waste for the rest of my life. They tried contacting the company that sold them the belt. They couldn't help. They called a locksmith, he couldn't help. They tried cutting it off, ended up hurting me a few times, nothing. I was stuck.
The last time I remember talking to them, they were apologetic about the belt and said they never intended for this to happen. I got in a huge argument with them and ran away. That was the last time I ever saw them.
I stayed with friends, moved out of state, got a job, and began living on my own. But the first year or so of my life was pure horrific torture. I called every locksmith I could, went to specialists, no one can get this thing off me without hurting me. Even after nine years, it's no closer to coming off than it was when I got it. And looking at my scared hands, even if they are covered with gloves, is always a reminder of when my life went down the drain.
However, I must admit, after the first couple years, it became easier to accept. It's second nature now. It takes discipline to wear this thing. I have to be diligent about cleaning it, I have gotten using to peeing and defecating with it on. Menstruation is still never fun, but I've got a system. I also have to stick to a strict diet. I gained a few pounds at one point and the belt became unbearably painful. It's okay now. I have a huge collection of gloves that I wear all the time. Most of my friends and colleagues have never seen my hands, and I've managed to make a sort of game out of it.
There are times when it's not so easy. I haven't touched myself in nine years and I have horribly intense sexual cravings from time to time. Anytime I've tried to get close to someone, I have to talk about this damn thing. Some are sympathetic, but most of my dates just end up running away. There was a period where I considered ending my life, but luckily I never acted on it. My work and my friends keep me going.
I still wish it was off everyday. I want to be touched again. I want a family. God knows I'll never be able to have kids this way. I want to have a normal life again. I've pretty much given up trying to get it off, but I still keep hope I'll be able to get this steel prison off of me.
