I was divorced over seven years ago and began seeking the company of more severe women as punishment, I guess, for what I felt was lacking in my marriage. I met an older woman, Janice, with short blond hair and a somewhat muscular physique who at first loved the sex we were having and then grew dissatisfied with me. One day, she caught me masturbating while wearing a pair of her panties and swore -- from that day on -- to take total control of my penis. She held a little party one evening and, with the help drugs and liquor and a friend, she succeeded in stripping me naked, gagging me, binding me in handcuffs and leg irons and locking me into a chastity cage. In a semi-conscious state, I was then loaded into her SUV and taken to her friend's house -- a ranch -- on six acres out in Riverside, California. Janice's friend, I learned, began a long trip and, for the next three months, I was imprisoned and "conditioned" by Janice. I was kept locked in a cage in her basement overnight and "staked out" mornings out in the back yard to a post with a chain and an iron collar around my neck. There I was expected to do my daily "duties" (defecation and urination) and afterward, I was hosed down and returned to her basement where I was either chained to ring bolts on the wall, locked into a pillory, or returned to the cage. One day, after a couple of weeks of this routine, I was chained to the wall, and Janice came down stairs with a Chinese lady -- whom I came to know as Lilly Dong -- whose specialty was building custom chastity devices for men. The name was, of course, a cruel sobriquet and she obviously loved her work -- creating instruments of torment and denial for hapless men. Lilly fastened and locked my legs in a spreader bar and removed my chastity cage. She then proceeded to examine my penis and testicles. I heard from the conversation (I was almost always gagged while in captivity and almost never allowed to speak) that Lilly needed to gather the measurements; she told Janice that she not only needed the dimensions of my flaccid member but also those while it was fully erect. "Well, Lilly, I can tell you that you are basically talking Vienna sausage and shriveled Vienna sausage here." Janice snorted derisively. "I mean the guy is worthless at inducing orgasms. I caught him wasting what little sexual energy and appitude he had beating off while wearing a pair of my panties." Lilly snickered and replied, "I would have to agree with you; this dick is nothing to write home about. But let's see what the tape says anyway." She proceeded to stimulate me with something that resembled a miniature cattle prod; the little sparks of electricity producing a tingling sensation that caused my penis to become hard quickly. A few skillful and graceful touches of her rubber-gloved hand brought me fully erect. The instant before I was able to climax, she took down the numbers and my groin was smothered in a handful of shaved ice, causing my package to shrivel up and my testicles to almost withdraw into my body. Again, she recorded my minimum dimensions. "Well, we shall have some fun here," she told Janice. "As you said, your boyfriend's penis is rather pathetic and frankly, I cannot understand how you managed to experience any sexual satisfaction with this diminutive rod. The good thing about this is that his chastity device will almost resemble one of those medieval contraptions made for ladies -- flush against the body with no bulges." Janice chuckled in amusement. The next week, Lilly returned with the finished product. It was a beautiful stainless steel contraption with a waist band a front cowl and a hinged metal strap passing between my legs and up to the waist band in back where it was fastened with a hasp and padlock. The front cowl was much flatter than I imagined -- even after hearing Lilly describe it to Janice during her initial visit. It had a down-tube inside if the cowl -- obviously for my penis -- and I noted with horror that the diameter was little more than my thumb and that it was threaded on the end. "My, my, that tube's so small, will his dick fit into it?" Janice laughed. "Sure it will; watch this," Lilly replied. She proceeded to anoint my penis with some sort of clear lubricant and looped a silken cord around the head of my member. She pulled it tight and ran the other end of the cord through the tube. She then proceeded to pull on my dick and, while it was somewhat uncomfortable, she finally was able to get it to the point where the base of the tube was snugged all of the way up the shaft of my penis and its bulging purple head with the lanyard tied around it was exposed at the other end. She then removed the cord and produced a cap that looked somewhat like the top of a salt shaker except that it was more conical. This was pushed over my penis head and screwed onto the tube. "It will allow him to urinate while locked into the belt." she said. Then the cowl was pushed into place, the band slipped between my legs and locked to the waist band with a sickly snap. It was a snug feeling and not very comfortable for me with my penis tucked, as it were, between my legs. After Lilly was done, I was unchained from the ring bolts, ungagged, and forced to take two pills with copious amounts of water. "These are Viagra; they test how comfortable the fit will be should he get stimulated. Also, the water will help promote urination to check out the plumbing of the belt," she explained, gagging me again after I drank the water. I was locked into the wooden pillory, ungagged and given a 12 oz cup of water from then on every fifteen minutes. As I waited, the ladies set up a large screen DVD player in front of the pillory and Lilly loaded a disc into it. "We will accentuate the effects of the Viagra by showing him some porn," she explained. "But it won't be the ordinary porn. I have added a delicious twist of irony here. It's mostly gay porn -- handsome gay men masturbating and ejaculating -- something he won't be able to do. So let's see if he get's a rise out of that!" "You are evil, Ms Dong," Janice intoned. "May I borrow that disc; I'd like to keep him on that diet for a while." "Of course and I have loads more if it. The curious thing I have found is that, imprisoned this way, men go for any type of sex and particularly get to the point where they become hot just watching other men ejaculating -- something they cannot do." "My, those men are studs; it makes me hot just to watch. Too bad they're gay. I could used some cock like that," Janice moaned peevishly. "What a waste!" "Well, you are going to be subjecting him to these sessions all this week to get him used to the belt's restrictions. A lot of women join in the fun and stimulate themselves while their boyfriend's are locked up. It further exacerbates the torment and adds a little humiliation to the scene. You can always scold him while you are reaching climax. You know something like, 'It's come to this, your worthless little worm is so pathetic that I have to beat off to fag porn.'" Lilly said this while derisively staring at me. They laughed and continued this cruel line of abuse as I watched a number of men stroking their members and experiencing the joyous release I should not feel for -- how long? -- perhaps forever. Inside of the belt, in the tube, my penis swelled and my pain and discomfort -- from my stifled erection and filling bladder -- increased to an intensity beyond belief. "I do believe our little boy is beginning to have some amorous feelings," Janice said as she forced the fifth glass of water down my throat. She looked me straight in the eye and harshly scolded me, "Do not even think about peeing until you are released from this pillory, you miserable little piece of shit!" But it was too much and, after the next glass of water, I lost all control and did the best I could to relieve myself. Unfortunately, my stiffened member pinched off the flow of urine and all I could manage was a small dribble that leaked out beneath the cowl and down my legs onto the floor. "You vile little creature!" Janice screamed. "You will pay for this -- and in spades!" She reinserted the gag in my mouth, went over to a closet, opened the door and took out what looked like a long birch rod. My heart skipped several beats. "I will show you what happens when you cannot control yourself, you worthless little insect!" she said retreating from my view behind the pillory. It was then that I heard the air filled with a whistling sound and felt a sharp stinging on my buttocks. Again and again, each sting sending shivers up my back side and down my leg. I lost all control then and -- the whipping having caused my penis to shrink -- caused the dribble to become a warm stream down my leg, forming a large puddle on the floor. At this, Janice became even more incensed and laid into me with unrestrained vigor, Lilly laughing at my misery. When she at last ceased, I was left in the pillory, gagged and my buttocks radiating heat from what must have been atrocious welts. Lilly then went to the DVD player, extracted the disk and put in a new one. "Here is some more; about three hours of men beating off. I am sure that will keep your boyfriend occupied until you get back later." she said to a nodding Janice. "Oh, by the way, I'll be back next week," she said as they started up the stairs, "Here are the keys to the belt." As the reached the top step, my heart sank as I heard Janice say, "You keep them. I won't be needing them for a while!" Then the lights clicked off and I was left alone with my rear end still stinging form the whipping, my penis resuming its former futile stimulation, and in front of the incessant display of male masturbation and ejaculation, a pleasure I would not know for a long time.