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    Note, this story draws heavily on the notion of a keysafe, as implemented by Robert at keysafe.org. One of the character names in this story is an homage to Robert.

    Progression

    I awoke with the worst hangover of my life. I had passed out on the carpet, apparently, nude beside my safe. My head was pounding, as I came dizzily to my hands and knees, disoriented. Im grateful that I wasnt far from the bathroom door. My stomach churned, and in a panic I lunged to the bathroom, mostly crawling across the floor. I paid homage to the porcelain goddess. Wow. I must have really drunk a lot last night! As I knelt before the toilet, awaiting the next wave, I cast my mind back. It was foggy. I remembered the evening to a point. I was drinking, and masturbating, and drinking some more, and then yet some more. I remember masturbating and fantasizing. I looked down, and saw that my stainless steel chastity tube was once again secured and locked. I didnt remember doing it.

    I sat on the bathroom floor, somewhat wobbly, until I was certain my stomach was done emptying itself into my toilet. I flushed, flipped down the lid, crawled up and sat on it. I reached for some stomach medicine, and poured a cup of cool water, still sitting on the toilet. I sipped the water slowly, hoping it would stay down. It seemed it would. Still thinking about last night, I tried to reconstruct.. OH MY GOD!!

    I jumped up not a great idea. I stumbled, knocking the plastic water cup on the floor and almost fell in the tub. I grabbed the door frame for balance and lunged back outside to look at my safe - the safe which held the key to my chastity tube. It was locked securely. I grabbed my car keys off the top of the safe, where I left them. I confirmed what I already knew. I lowered myself to the floor and stared at the safe, willing myself to remember. Did I really do it? Shit! Did I?
     
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    But, I get ahead of myself….

    As a bit of background, I’ve been fascinated with chastity belts and female domination since college, when I blundered into a chastity link off a porn web site. After I landed my day job at the accounting firm, I could afford it, so I got a PA piercing, and a stainless steel chastity tube. Over the course of the next year, I got to the point that I could wear it 24/7. I’ve been wearing it basically 24/7 for the 4 years since then. I’m apparently blessed with good health. I’ve never had a problem with my PA piercing in all that time. Once it’s locked on, I can’t defeat it, and so far, I haven’t had a problem that’s forced me to remove it. I never fly anywhere (and don’t really like to). So, metal detectors are not an issue. My family lives a few hours drive away. All the professional training I’ve ever done has been within driving distance too. 24x7 lockups were completely possible for me, aside from Doctor’s visits. I still haven’t figured that out, but fortunately, I’m young enough that I haven’t really worried about going to a doctor for a full checkup in years. The result has been, 24x7x356 chastity tube wear for just about 4 years.

    Now don’t get me wrong. I did get out to cum, of course. But, that was the problem, wasn’t it? It was all under my own control. You see, unfortunately for me, I’m not much of a looker. Hell, let’s be blunt. I’m fat. I am also painfully shy. Those two things put together make my prospects for having a Dominant woman in my life just about non-existent. And OK, since I’m posting this on my blog, which I set up anonymously, I’ll admit it. I’m a virgin. I’m 27 years old, and I’ve never even kissed a girl.

    So, that was my life. I went to work at the accounting firm every day, and came home alone every night. I made (and make) a decent living, and don’t have any great vices other than eating too much (although after last night, perhaps alcohol should be on the list too!). I wore the chastity tube all the time, and wanked off probably every 7-10 days. So it went. I was hungry for more domination. I was hungry to lose control of the keys. I was hungry to test my limits, but I saw no way to do it.. Then, surfing a chastity site again, I saw this ad.
     
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    The Ad....

    Introduction
    Hi! I’m Bob, and I want to lock up your genitals!

    Bob’s electronic keysafes come in three models, each designed specifically for the self-imposed chastity enthusiast. All of my keysafes are computerized with internal battery backup. It can survive a power outage of up to several months. However, I don’t recommend leaving it unplugged for that long. Here’s a quick overview of the models.

    The Ironclad: This model is very straight forward. You program in the date you want to get the keys back, put them in and shut the door. No muss, no fuss, no negotiation.

    The Mystery: For those who like a little suspense. You program a “must release by” date on the keypad, and lock up your keys. The safe will choose a date “sometime” before that end date. You won’t know when. You can ask via the keypad, of course, but beware. If you ask, and it’s not time yet, you’ll be penalized. You’ll always be released by the end-date you specified, of course.

    The Progressive: This is my most popular model for “endurance” chastity enthusiasts. You choose your “units” – Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, Quarters, and yes, even Years. Once you select the Units, you lock in your keys. The Progressive will start small, but each time it gives you the keys, the duration is likely to be a little longer the next time. Like The Mystery, it’s not a good idea to pester The Progressive. If you ask, and it’s not yet time, The Progressive will add to your release date, based on the units you selected. We expect that most people will start with Hours, or Days. Over time, some will “upgrade” to Weeks. Only the bravest and most chaste souls will ever escalate to Months or beyond. Note, aside from the caveats below regarding all my safes, there is no way to reset The Progressive. Once it starts, you are on the road to longer and longer terms chastity. Also, once you progress from one “unit” to the next, there’s no going back! Hot, huh?!?

    Money Grubbing Caveats

    Ok, here’s the deal. I want you to buy my safe, but I’ll be blunt. I want to get more money from you than that! So, here’s what you need to know. Your safe comes with some unique codes pre- programmed in. If they are entered, the safe can be opened at any time. In the case of The Progressive, there are other codes that can reset it to factory original state (and durations). Here’s the catch. I’ll charge you $200 for one of those “open” codes, and $350 to reset the Progressive. The codes can only be used once, but your safe is programmed with a ton of ‘em. Also, don’t get the idea that you can get the codes from another safe owner. They’re unique to your safe.

    So, why? Well, you can pick up the phone or enter your contact information on our web site, and I guarantee one of our service representatives (OK, usually me, but I have three backup people!), will contact you within 4 hours. So, with that kind of safeguard, imagine the possibilities! Most people believe you should leave one key somewhere out of easy reach, in case of emergency. For the self-imposed chastity enthusiast, this poses a problem. It’s really an honor system. Well, problem solved! You don’t HAVE to leave a key available. If you have an emergency, just call Bob! For $200, he’ll set you free! Yes, that sounds greedy. But think about it. Is it REAL chastity, if you always have access to the key? I think not.

    The economics are simple. We all know a dremel tool can defeat any chastity belt. A power drill can defeat this safe. But think about it. You probably spent $600 or more for that custom made chastity device you’re wearing, or you wouldn’t be considering shelling out over $500 to buy this fancy safe. So, if some emergency happens, it’s simple math. Do you ruin an expensive chastity belt? An expensive safe? Nope. Pick up the phone, and call Bob. Just have your credit card handy!

    ……

    This ad captured my imagination the minute I saw it. I wanted a Progressive. This wasn’t just about chastity play, though. I could give over some control, and maybe do something different with my life. I made a few promises to myself… but more about that later.
     
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    Sounds suspenseful and interesting so far, mike. Dolly is wondering if the Progressive has an option we don't know about?!

    dollyanne
     
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    I bought The Progressive the next day. It came quickly, and I began to play with it. I set the units to hours (the default setting), and without even putting in the keys, just tested it. Over the course of a few days, I saw how the progressive was making the stints longer and longer. I hit the code to test the lock several times, and was rewarded with a beep that told me I had just been penalized. I saw that it took longer to open when I did that. Bob was right. Dont nag The Progressive.

    At this point, I had been wearing my chastity tube for periods of 7-10 days at a time, until my willpower gave in. I didnt see any point in playing by the hour with The Progressive. I set it to days, and locked it again, still without the keys. Two days later, it opened just fine. I shut it again. I tried it two days later, and I got the beep that told me I just goofed. OK, it was probably 3 or 4 days, and I just got penalized a day. I decided to wait 3 more days and try again. It opened just fine. However, I noticed as that 3rd day approached, I was getting REALLY horny thinking about it, even though my keys werent even IN it!. So, on the 3rd day, after opening the safe, I unlocked my CB, and jerked off like there was no tomorrow. I was SO horny! I came and came. I cleaned myself up, and locked myself back into my tube. I walked over to the safe with the key in my hand. As I reached in to set the key inside for the first time, I noticed my hand was shaking. My heart pounded in my chest as I shut the door, and heard that click.

    I couldnt help but keep going over the math in my head. The last time, The Progressive opened the door in 5 days (but probably would have been 3 if I hadnt nagged). How long will it be this time? Four days? Six? When should I check? My mind reeled, as my cock got hard in my tube. I couldnt decide when I should check it. The dilemma was horrible!... and wonderful!

    Now, one more thing. I DO have a second key. I keep it locked in my file cabinet at work. If I ever had an emergency, I could run over to the office and get it. However, as I said earlier, I had made a few vows. The first was that I would ONLY use that key for a medical emergency. So, while I had an out, locking the keys in this safe felt pretty darn real to me! I wasnt getting out until The Progressive let me. Im a fundamentally cheap guy. I can afford to pay Bob $200, but I dont want to, dammit! I wasnt going to touch that extra key.
     
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    As I began this journey with The Progressive, I made another few vows to myself. I laughed to myself, as I called them my Vows of chastity. Another vow was that when the safe opened, I would cum, and lock right back up. I would NOT stop, or spend an extended stay out of chastity. My deepest desire is that I want to be locked for life by a Domme who totally controls me. I would simulate that by being in that tube 24x7, except for my releases. That really wasnt an imposition, since I had basically been doing that for the last few years anyway.

    Last, and most importantly, I knew where this would lead. I was condemning myself to longer and longer chastity. Weeks months and eventually, years. Dont get me wrong. I LIKE my orgasms, but I needed a nudge - something to force a change in my life. Something to get me off my ass, and looking for the dominant woman I needed. This led to my final vow. I would use The Progressive until I had a Domme to hold my keys. It was to be my source of courage. If I didnt get off my ass and find someone, Id be a middle-aged virgin locked in a chastity belt for years at a time. I had to overcome my shyness, and do something about finding someone, or I would die a virgin in a chastity tube. I HAD to commit.

    So, there it started, three years ago. My stints were just a few days at a time, at first. Still, I was hornier than I ever knew I could be. I used the safe, and it eventually relinquished my keys. Each time, I put them back, and each time I had to wait a little longer. It wasnt long before I was approaching 45 days or so. I had NEVER stayed locked up so long, and it was making me SO horny. Imagine that. 45 days between orgasms. Thats just two orgasms every three months. Thats just 8 orgasms per year. Im an accountant for a reason. Numbers like that just keep sticking in my head. Oh my god, it was SO HOT! I was horny all the time. Just looking at a pretty girl would make my heart flutter.

    Finally, one day, I got out of my tube, and wanked off. It was great (of course), but at the same time, I couldnt imagine waiting another 46 or 47 days to get out again. I was SO horny still. I almost left the belt off, but I came back to my vows to myself. Depressed, I locked myself in. I REALLY didnt want to wait 1 months for another orgasm. As I shut the door, I had a lapse in judgment. I knew a way to get a release sooner! My cock immediately got hard in my tube, and I knew I had to do it. Before I really even thought about it, I grabbed the instruction manual, and looked up the codes. I had to laugh. The first code was suitably demonic. I entered 666 in the keypad. A few moments more of answering prompts at the keypad, and the deed was done.. I wouldnt have to wait 45 days now. I had reset the safe to Weeks. Id probably get out in a week or two. For the next few months, my releases would be more frequent.

    But, what had I done?!? Before too long, it would go to 6, 7, 8 weeks. It would get longer and longer, more quickly than before. Oh god. Why did I do that?!? I was terrified, but at the same time, my cock filled my tube, and I was so horny I was shaking.
     
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    And so it went. It didn’t take but a few releases more, and I was right back around 6 weeks. Only now, I wouldn’t be adding days to my sentence, I would be adding weeks. That lapse in patience had condemned me to SO much more lock up time. Again, my accountant’s brain worked overtime. 6 weeks this time. Probably 7 weeks the next time, and then 8. I wasn’t looking at 8 orgasms in the next year. I was now looking at 6. I didn’t know how I was going to handle it.

    On the sixth week, I was so freaking horny I couldn’t stand it. I knew I could check the lock on Friday night. As I left the office, I’m ashamed to say, I broke my first vow. I took my secondary key from the file cabinet, and put it on my keyring. If the safe didn’t let me out tonight, fuck it! I went home. I paced around the apartment, afraid to even check. Finally, I entered the “open’ code I knew so well. “BEEP”. SHIT! I had just been penalized a week. That meant 8 weeks minimum, now. FUCKING HELL! I tore off my pants, and grabbed my second key. I got so far as to partially unlock the tube. My cock was straining. I don’t know why, but I paused. I stood there with my cock still throbbing in the tube, unlocked from the hoop around my balls.. I even hobbled around the apartment that way, holding it all together, while I thought it through. FUCK!!!!!!!!

    With great effort, I locked it back on. The next two weeks were hell. I couldn’t sleep. I was SO freaking horny! I was losing it. The Friday of the 8th week approached. The second key was still on my keyring, but I hadn’t used it. I couldn’t take it any more, though. If the safe didn’t open tonight, I was going to cheat. I just had to. I had to take my penis in hand and fantasize about being someone’s slave. About a domineering woman who would control my life and orgasms - someone to serve, and make proud of me.

    Again, I got home and paced before the safe, afraid to try it. If it didn’t work, there was no way I could keep my vow. I HAD to cum tonight. I didn’t want to cheat, but I could NOT have this key in my pocket and go without an orgasm another day. No way.
     
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    Finally, I approached the safe. Before I could wimp out and pace around again, I mashed in the code. I heard a “click”. Oh my god! It opened! It must have been up to 7 weeks.

    I took out the key and immediately opened my chastity tube. It was a struggle to get off. I was rock hard already. I started to stroke, and almost came on the spot – just standing there in front of my safe. I let go of my member, before it went off like a defective explosive. I pulled my pants the rest of the way off, and thought about how I wanted to masturbate tonight. I hadn’t gotten this far in my thinking before. I was still shaking. I needed a drink. I opened the cupboard, and opened the brand new bottle of Jack Daniels in there. I poured some over some ice, and took a pull. Ahh.

    This orgasm would have to be momentous. I thought briefly about how long it would be before the next, and stopped thinking about it. No way. Let’s not go there yet. I took another drink. I went to the bookshelf, and got out some of my favorite pornos. Of course, they were FemDom pornos. None had Chastity Belts in them, but I could still fantasize about being the slave, serving the Mistress. Slowly… slowly. I had another drink.

    I built myself to crescendo, and eventually came while watching the first DVD. I poured another drink, and noticed I was still rock hard. The stress of the day was leaving me, as I watched another porno, absentmindedly stroking my seldom-seen cock. I poured another drink… and another. By the time I got up to pour the next, I was getting rather dizzy. It seemed a safer bet to just bring the bottle to the sofa, rather than keep getting up for more ice. Ya, who needs ice? As I stumbled back to the couch, with my penis pointing the way in throbbing fashion, I took a drink of JD right from the bottle.

    I brought myself off again, and perhaps again. I had never cum more than 3 times in one session before. GOD was I hot! This is where it’s starting to get fuzzy. I found a BUNCH of tissues in the garbage can, but god knows how many messes they cleaned up. I just know that at some point, as I was watching FemDom pornos, and stroking myself, an idea came in my head. I couldn’t have that second key. I needed to lock it up. Otherwise, my plan and my “vows” would be ruined. I chuckled at myself as I thought about my “vows of chastity”. Still, when I thought about locking up the second key, my dick sprung to life again. I’d NEVER been so horny! I stroked again.

    As I stroked, I imagined how it would be in the future.. 7, 8, 9 weeks. That’s over two months! My mind was getting really fuzzy now. I was getting so drunk, I was talking to myself. “Two fucking months.. probably and then shree? How th fuckamI gonna do that”. I remember slurring those words out loud. I answered myself by taking another sip of JD. I was talking drunkenly to myself now. “Fuckit. I should set it to months… then at least I don’t have to wait two fukkin months for the next one! It’ll be one.” My dick got hard instantly. I laughed at myself. “I guess I wanna be locked up forever or some fukkin thing”, I muttered to myself. I continued to stroke myself as these thoughts went ‘round and ‘round in my head.

    Now, I have to note, I don’t really swear much, but I was REALLY drunk. I stroked off, and did something very dangerous. I fantasized. I fantasized about locking both keys in the safe…. And I fantasized about setting it to months.
     
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    Finally, I approached the safe. Before I could wimp out and pace around again, I mashed in the code. I heard a “click”. Oh my god! It opened! It must have been up to 7 weeks.

    I took out the key and immediately opened my chastity tube. It was a struggle to get off. I was rock hard already. I started to stroke, and almost came on the spot – just standing there in front of my safe. I let go of my member, before it went off like a defective explosive. I pulled my pants the rest of the way off, and thought about how I wanted to masturbate tonight. I hadn’t gotten this far in my thinking before. I was still shaking. I needed a drink. I opened the cupboard, and opened the brand new bottle of Jack Daniels in there. I poured some over some ice, and took a pull. Ahh.

    This orgasm would have to be momentous. I thought briefly about how long it would be before the next, and stopped thinking about it. No way. Let’s not go there yet. I took another drink. I went to the bookshelf, and got out some of my favorite pornos. Of course, they were FemDom pornos. None had Chastity Belts in them, but I could still fantasize about being the slave, serving the Mistress. Slowly… slowly. I had another drink.

    I built myself to crescendo, and eventually came while watching the first DVD. I poured another drink, and noticed I was still rock hard. The stress of the day was leaving me, as I watched another porno, absentmindedly stroking my seldom-seen cock. I poured another drink… and another. By the time I got up to pour the next, I was getting rather dizzy. It seemed a safer bet to just bring the bottle to the sofa, rather than keep getting up for more ice. Ya, who needs ice? As I stumbled back to the couch, with my penis pointing the way in throbbing fashion, I took a drink of JD right from the bottle.

    I brought myself off again, and perhaps again. I had never cum more than 3 times in one session before. GOD was I hot! This is where it’s starting to get fuzzy. I found a BUNCH of tissues in the garbage can, but god knows how many messes they cleaned up. I just know that at some point, as I was watching FemDom pornos, and stroking myself, an idea came in my head. I couldn’t have that second key. I needed to lock it up. Otherwise, my plan and my “vows” would be ruined. I chuckled at myself as I thought about my “vows of chastity”. Still, when I thought about locking up the second key, my dick sprung to life again. I’d NEVER been so horny! I stroked again.

    As I stroked, I imagined how it would be in the future.. 7, 8, 9 weeks. That’s over two months! My mind was getting really fuzzy now. I was getting so drunk, I was talking to myself. “Two fucking months.. probably and then shree? How th fuckamI gonna do that”. I remember slurring those words out loud. I answered myself by taking another sip of JD. I was talking drunkenly to myself now. “Fuckit. I should set it to months… then at least I don’t have to wait two fukkin months for the next one! It’ll be one.” My dick got hard instantly. I laughed at myself. “I guess I wanna be locked up forever or some fukkin thing”, I muttered to myself. I continued to stroke myself as these thoughts went ‘round and ‘round in my head.

    Now, I have to note, I don’t really swear much, but I was REALLY drunk. I stroked off, and did something very dangerous. I fantasized. I fantasized about locking both keys in the safe…. And I fantasized about setting it to months.



    And then I woke up, on the floor. The empty bottle of JD lay where I dropped it when I passed out in front of the safe. As I stood in horror looking down at my keyring, the spare key was gone. I must have locked it in the safe. Both keys were in there.

    But… what was it set to? Did I set it to months? Did I leave it at weeks? I didn’t know. I looked down, and winced. The instruction sheet for the safe was laying on the floor too. I remembered, now, looking at them as I stroked myself.…. But did I USE them?!? Oh god!

    I sat down. Well, really sort of collapsed, in front of the safe. My head was pounding. My stomach was queasy. I thought about my next steps. I picked up the instruction sheet for the safe. I stared at the instructions for setting the units to “Months”. I willed myself to remember if I had gone through those steps, but I couldn’t remember. That was a good thing, right? I folded the instructions back up, and went to set them on the table. I noticed the back page. It had a URL and Phone number… “Contact Bob” the box said. I reached for my phone right then and there. I’d order a reset code. I’d solve this once and for all! I started to dial the 800 number, and stopped. I stared at the phone for a full minute, probably, until the phone started chirping due to the unfinished dial. Slowly, I set it down.

    I was going to be locked up for a long time. What was I doing about it? ….. Nothing. I was going to keep my vows. If I wanted more frequent releases, I would have to get a Domme. But, no Domme would want someone to take care of them – to worship them, if he can’t even take care of himself. I needed to make some changes.

    I was still too drunk and hung over to leave the apartment. I sat down with the phone book, phone, and a pad of paper. I called a few gyms, and made appointments to get some introductory tours. I also made a list of the workout clothes I would go buy tomorrow. I was going to get in shape.

    I was going to make some changes in my life. Until then, I’d be locked up, and not getting much. Not getting much at all.

    The End
     
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    wow, wish that "Bob" really made that safe. I hope to get in shape too and this story really hit home. I appreciate your work and enjoyed reading it. Keep up the good work
     
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