kellys - Chastity for Christmas
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Chastity for Christmas
This is a story of longing, of desire, of how dreams can change unexpectedly. This is a story of love, of wanting, and frustrated anticipation. This is my story.
I know exactly how it started. I was just a teenager when I first saw it. I had never seen anything like it before. A woman, caressing her own body, breathing loudly, her chest heaving, letting out sounds of delight that sounded too good to be possible. I found it simply, just browsing on the TV, late at night, a pure accident. What I saw was not graphic, but it gave me enough of the idea to try it myself.
For weeks, I learned how to enjoy the feelings of my body, how to touch myself. I learned which spots brought more pleasure, and where I liked the feel of hands against my silky skin. And every day, I got further, closer to that same feeling that I imagined that girl was having. The image and sounds of her preoccupied my mind, and every spare moment I had, I sought to emulate everything about her, her breath, her cries, creating heat, sweat, and shaking with delight.
I knew I was getting closer, but when I finally reached that same peak, I had no idea it would be so good. My first orgasm came started in trickles, then in a flood, building up to such an intense climax, I did not even know it was possible. I was hooked.
I could never get enough. At first, it was just once a day. And then several times. When I learned that I could have multiple orgasms in a row, my private time expanded from minutes to hours. Everyone thought I was just a loner, perhaps a misfit. I never had any interest in dating. Why would I want to have a relationship if I already had this? The joy I was experiencing could not get any better.
But I noticed, my former friends, cast by the wayside, my schooling, taking second place, everything else in my life beginning to slip away. I was addicted. Addicted to masturbation, to pleasuring myself, to enjoying the greatest feeling I had ever felt, and could continue to feel, over and over again every night until I slipped away into blissful sleep. Only to awake in the morning, and start the whole process over.
I knew I needed a way to stop. But despite how hard I tried, I could not keep myself away from that precious pleasure. The joy of release was too much. I had heard of medieval instruments, chastity belts, designed to keep women faithful while their knights went away to war. But these things were so large, bulky, impractical, and as I found online, the modern versions, uncomfortable and expensive.
But as my searches led me further, I discovered there was another way to ensure chastity. A mere set of piercings could be used to close a woman's labia together, protecting her from any penetration, and with sufficient anatomy, even protecting anyone from touching her most delicious bud of pleasure. And I had large labia. I tried pinching them together. A carefully placed ring at the top would keep me from touching myself there, keeping me sealed from my uninhibited desires. And a set of rings further down would keep me chaste, ensuring I wouldn't find any other ways to bring myself the same pleasure. And I knew, I had to do it.
I went to a piercing studio the next day. At my consultation, I told the piercer of my plan to stop myself from masturbating, that I wanted a set of chastity rings. He told me the best thing to do was to work on creating a ladder, healing rings on both sides first, before closing them together. But I could not wait. I made up a story about how I was leaving for college, and this was the last day I could have it done. Reluctantly, after much pleading, he agreed to do it.
I was so thrilled, I do not even remember much of the pain. The first two hurt, surely, but after that, I was so filled with the rush of adrenaline, I didn't even feel them. When it was done, I had nearly passed out, not from shock, but the sheer delight at what had just been done. I was given a betadine kit and sanitary wipes with my aftercare instructions, which I barely managed to hear.
That night, I was so sore and wiped out, I could not even muster the energy to try to please myself. It was the first night in a very long time I had gone without that pleasure. And I was still sore for the next two weeks, but every day, getting a little braver, playing with my sensations a little bit more.
And things began to get better in my life. I was becoming more friendly and social. I was doing better in work and at school. My life felt like it was coming back together. But something was still missing. That longing, that desire built up in me during those two weeks, like a caged bird, begging for any chance of release.
That weekend, I took time to indulge myself. A french manicure, a massage, a warm bath. And afterwards, a nice session to see what I could still feel. At first, things were awkward. I couldn't really get my finger down to my pleasure spot in a way that was comfortable and stimulating at the same time. But resourceful as I was, I found a way. My right pinky was able to slide between my lips, just under that top ring. And moving in just the right way, I was able to start enjoying myself. I couldn't stop. Now, those two weeks of tension started to flow from within me, my libido amplified to the point where nothing could stop me. I massaged myself with wild abandon, rubbing my finger sore in the process, but I didn't care. At last, that final release was there in front of me.
And I stopped. How could I be doing this? I tried to roll over and fall asleep. But I had no choice. My body had chosen for me. It felt too good, and I could not resist. My orgasm was literally mind blowing, my best ever. I must have cum for minutes. Finally satisfied, I relaxed into a deep sleep.
But when I woke in the morning and began masturbating again, I knew I had to do something. Summoning my composure while thinking about last night's satisfaction, I was able to just barely stop. I made another appointment at the piercing studio that day. I could hardly wait. At work, I snuck into the bathroom 6 times that day, bringing myself just short of a climax each time.
When I finally got to the piercer's, he recognized me and chided me for being naughty and lying to him about going away to college. I confessed to him that I was looking for a way to stop masturbating, some way to at least prevent orgasm. He told me there probably wasn't much he could do to help me today, but when I pleaded with him, he reluctantly agreed. Basically, I had healed my piercings fine, so we could upgrade to a larger gauge, one that would take a lot more than my strength to open the captive beads. The real problem, though, was preventing access to my clitoris. After inspecting my anatomy again, he thought that a cover could be held over my clit by a horizontal hood piercing. Turns out, I have quite a large hood, which is very helpful. Unfortunately, he didn't have a cover that would quite fit me. But after I begged and pleaded, he agreed to fit me with a temporary cover, it would be a little too big, and a little uncomfortable, until he could get one in the right size. I was fine with that. Two days of discomfort for a lifetime of freedom sounded good to me. I had to pay for both covers, but it was well worth it.
I had a really hard time for the first six months. Since I had discovered orgasm, I had never been that long without it in my entire life. But things were looking up. I finished school, found a job, and started to socialize again. Despite this, I still had restless nights, but with time, they slowly passed.
Until I saw her. It was in a coffee shop, and I recognized her. I had seen her before at the gym, and then at some of my yoga classes. For some reason, I could not get out of my mind, she reminded me of the girl I had first seen on the TV, her body so perfect, her breath betraying an inner intensity and focus that lured me closer. And I wanted to know what she would look like when she too was having that delightful experience of climax.
It didn't feel awkward for me at all talking to her for the first time. Nor did it feel awkward the first time we kissed. All too fast, my senses were enveloped, and I was enraptured. She smelled so sweet, her eyes, so deep and beautiful, they captured my attention. And I wanted so much to see them flicker as I knew they could. Before I knew it, we were in a relationship, something I had only dreamed of before, and now, with six months of chastity, was finally within reach. We had some awkward moments at first - I will never forget her face when she saw my perfectly pierced chastity ladder. And when I told her about the clit cover, she went nuts. She brought out a vibrator and used it all over my body, but the look in her eyes was precious. It was as if a wish she had always longed for, but had always been afraid to speak of, had been granted. When it came time, I knew what I had to do. I had never been with anyone before, but I knew her anatomy as surely as I knew mine. My first lovemaking session was as pleasing as any I had hoped for, despite the fact that I was obstructed from reaching orgasm. But I found it pleasant, not reaching climax, and somehow, more deeply satisfying than any self gratifying session I had ever undertaken.
We've been together for three years now. Our relationship has had its ups and downs, the same as any, but one thing has remained constant. Every day, my love for her grows, and every day, I am better able to control myself, my pleasure inhibited, but my lust for her growing. She has been quite happy with this situation.
We talked about going back to the studio to get my clit cover removed, or maybe to use some kind of locking ring on it, so Sophia could decide when I got to orgasm, but Sophia convinced me it would be better if we just left it. She liked having all the orgasms too much, and she wanted me to keep all of my focus on her pleasure instead. She would be happier if I just didn't cum. Sophia thinks it is totally hot that I'm still a virgin, and that I've never cum with her or anyone else. And we do have a wonderful sex life. She told me that there is nothing that turns her on more than her chaste little lover, and she absolutely loves the fact that I never get to cum. She's never had a more energetic or generous partner. I'm not really submissive or anything, but I have to admit, letting her enjoy all the orgasms does turn me on too. It is such a kinky lifestyle, and I've become the best possible lover to her as a result.
I still miss cumming, but it is great to have other things in my life - a lover, and a partner, holding down a job, things I've never had before. And Sophia is amazingly generous with letting me make love to her. We usually make love every day, and just the mere thought of lying between her thighs, licking her to that delicious climax is enough to turn me on for hours. I find just going down on her to be totally satisfying, and I've been trained now to enjoy her orgasms instead of my own. She likes to keep me teased and aroused, in fact, we found that using a little butterfly vibe on my sealed up pussy and clit gets me really excited. It feels really good, even though it never gets me all the way, it is still wonderfully pleasurable and tantalizing all at the same time. Sometimes when I'm waiting for her to come home from the office, I'll strap it on, lay in bed and get myself all worked up while reading romance novels. She likes it when I get myself totally desperate, knowing that she is going to have a very long and happy night. And she insists that I wear it when we make love. It keeps me about 80 percent of the way to climax, which is so frustrating, but also so much fun. Sometimes, she'll make me strap it on and ride on top of me, having a string of orgasms while we kiss passionately. That is always the hardest for me, it really drives me crazy. But I love her, and I love watching her cum.
We found out that I could almost have an orgasm by using the butterfly vibrator strapped on against my clit ring, and since I had my hands free, I was able to play with my nipples. It got to the point where I was getting 90 percent or so of the way to orgasm, just needing a warm kiss of her sweet nectar to send me over the edge. But she caught on, and within a week, I was wearing nipple shields. Not like any other, these are coated on the inside with silicone, which keeps them nicely at body temperature, but the piercings keep me stimulated. It feels like a soft finger is constantly rolling over my nipples, and the elevation of the piercing keeps them always gently aroused. Basically, they keep me horny all day long. Sophia told me that she knew it was a big sacrifice for me, but I should learn to enjoy caressing her breasts and suckling on her nipples instead. I do, and every time I touch her body now, I imagine feeling the same things she does, enjoying her pleasure, and diving fully into that experience. It is a really wonderful way to enjoy our love together.
We've been together like this for over three years now, and this year, we both knew something needed to change. For Christmas, she gave me a diamond stud. I wasn't sure what to make of it at the time, but our timing could not have been more perfect - I want to love her forever, and I gave her the truest gift of all, a diamond ring.
The symbolism is quite appropriate. A diamond is forever, after all. And she wants to keep me, her chaste lover, for all eternity. I am so happy to have this promise together. For this new year, we are taking rather different vows together. We're going back to the piercing studio to have the diamond put on my captive bead ring. The shield over my clit will be closed with a one time closure - a hasp that catches, inside the bead. With this high grade steel, it won't even be machinable. I will wear it forever, a permanent symbol of my chastity for her. And she will wear a ring, celebrating our love, an eternal promise to be faithful and true to me. I have made a large sacrifice, but we are both so happy to enter this new life, where we can enjoy our permanent commitment to each other in a way that so few will ever get to experience.