The Meaning of Giving Without Receiving: Chapters One and Two

I’ll be sharing this in five installments, with two chapters per part. This is the first story I’ve really poured time and effort into. I hope you like it; I appreciate comments whether they’re positive or negative. The Meaning of Giving Without Receiving Chapter 1: A Chance Meeting It was three weeks into my summer break. Since I wasn’t exactly a stellar student, I had to settle for community college this fall. My mother helped me land a job at an architectural firm as a file clerk. You know the type—fetching things, tidying up, being the office gopher. Oh well, it looks better on my resume than saying I was just flipping burgers at McDonald’s, plus there’s some cash involved.

It was Wednesday, and I was heading home from work when Mom called to ask me to pick up a few items at the store. That’s when I spotted her—the girl of my dreams. I couldn’t believe it; Janet was walking down the grocery aisle. I hadn’t seen her since she left for school two years ago.

“Janet.”

“Oh my god, Glen, I really can’t talk to you right now.”

“Wait a minute, what’s going on? It’s been over two years. Can’t we just chat for a couple of minutes?”

“My mom will kill me if she sees me with you. You’re the reason they sent me off to that private girls’ school.”

“Is she here now?”

“No, I’m just picking up some things for her on my way home.”

“What do you mean it was my fault? One day we were making love, and the next thing I know, I can’t reach you and you’ve disappeared. Can’t we meet somewhere to talk? I missed you terribly, but no one would tell me what happened.”

“Oh god, Glen, it was so hard, and I missed you too, but I just can’t. Mom will throw me out on the street if she finds out.”

“We’re both 18 now; our parents can’t dictate everything anymore.”

“That’s easy for you to say. I still live at home, and since she pays all my bills and college expenses, I have to follow her rules.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve got the same problem, but my mom doesn’t interfere with who I see.”

“Tell you what, Glen; I’ll talk to my mother and see if we can work something out. She’s been a bit more settled over the last year or so, realizing she needs to give me some freedom. I still have your number; I’ll call you. I really have to go now.”

“Okay, please do call me. I’ve been worried sick about you.”

“I will try. Bye.”

Oh my god, she was my first time, and I wanted more of her so badly. I don’t know why, but she had always been on my mind these last two years. I just hope she calls.

That night, thinking about her got me so worked up that I jerked off three times before falling asleep.

It wasn’t until late Friday night when the phone rang. “Mom said I could meet you at the mall tomorrow, but we have to stay in public areas at all times.”

“Okay Jan, what time do you want?”

“How about noon? You can buy us lunch; I’ll meet you in the food court.”

“Ok Jan, can we talk a little longer this time?”

“No, not now. My mom is really upset, and I need to try and calm her down first.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow, bye.”

“Bye.”

Shit, what do I do now? I can’t tell her the truth about my love life over the past two years because my heart was crushed when she left. If she finds out I started dating again just two weeks after she disappeared, I’m done for. It wasn’t just three virgins; there were four other girls too. I couldn’t stay with any of them longer than three or four nights in bed—I just had to move on. Except for the last one, Mary. She was a bit more experienced, if you know what I mean. After our first time together, she called me a loser and dumped me. The sex was great; I guess she just wanted something else.

I had trouble sleeping, constantly thinking about Janet. If I keep this up, I’m going to make myself sore again.

I drove to the mall, arriving around 11:30, and waited. At 12:15, I thought I’d been stood up when she finally walked in. Oh shit, did she look great! Big brown eyes, auburn hair with natural curls reaching down to her mid-back, and that cute pug nose. She was wearing bright red lipstick that accentuated her full lips and matched her hair color. Her smile was so big and genuine.

Her dress was a light peach summer number with spaghetti straps that showed off her breasts just enough cleavage. Damn, they’d grown at least a size in the last two years; she really filled out the dress now. It ended about three inches above her knees, flowing over the nice round bottom I remembered well. She wore what looked like 3-to-4-inch platform heels that toned her leg muscles and seemed to go on forever, bringing her even with my height—maybe slightly taller.

She spotted me, waved, and I walked over. I went in for a hug, but she backed away slightly.

“Glen, I’m starving; I could barely eat breakfast. Why don’t we head over to McDonald’s?” Now she knew I wasn’t crazy about McD’s, but what was I going to say? “Sure Jan, what would you like?”

I took hold of her hand as we walked the hundred feet or so, and she gripped mine back firmly.

“I ordered our food; let’s find a booth.”

“So what happened with you? We were getting along great, then you disappeared. I tried calling, but your mother told me you’d left town and not to try contacting her or you again. No one at school knew anything either.”

“You know the last time we made love, and you didn’t use a condom. Well, you leaked into my panties, and when Mom picked up the laundry, she figured it out. I didn’t even realize Mom was checking our kids’ dirty underwear! She was pissed. After grilling me for hours, I had to come clean. I told her everything: that you took my virginity two days after my birthday without protection then too, though I did use condoms the next two times she wasn’t around. But it didn’t matter; she was still mad. She said I couldn’t get pregnant like she did at 17 while going to an all-girls Catholic school. And since I had no say in the matter…”

“But you’re not even Catholic.”

“My dad was, and Mom kinda became one so she could marry in the Church. I was baptized as a baby. After we moved here when I was about a year old, we just stopped going to church regularly, so technically I’m Catholic, but honestly, not really. But now that I’m an adult instead of a baby, I’ll make my own decisions on what I want to be or do. So off I went that Sunday.”

“Oh, they called our number; be right back.”

“Here you go; got plenty of ketchup since you like it so much.”

“Thanks Glen. Anyway, I argued with Mom for hours this morning, and she agreed to let us date on two conditions.”

“What are they?”

“I don’t know the details yet; she says to come over if we decide to give dating another shot, and she’ll tell you then. All I know is she’s terrified of me getting pregnant again. So what did you do after I left? It didn’t take long for you to hook up with someone new, I mean, you’re so damn good-looking and can charm the pants off almost any pretty face—you certainly charmed me.”

“Oh no, after you left it took me three months just to feel normal again. I was good at hiding how upset I was, but my mom could tell. I did go on a few dates, but nothing ever clicked. After you came along, no one else measured up—I mean look at you! You’re gorgeous, smart, funny, and we can carry on conversations for hours. There’s really no one like you; I missed you so much. I really want to try again with you. Please?”

“I did miss you and thought of you all the time. But I’m not going against my mom just yet; she has the final say.”

“But you’re 18!”

“Yeah, but I live at home. She pays the bills and covers most of my college expenses that my scholarship doesn’t touch—which is about half of it. Oh, I didn’t tell you this: I’ve been accepted with a half-scholarship to the University here in town. That’s what strict Catholic schools and nuns will do for you! If she hadn’t sent me off, I’d probably be at community college or flipping burgers right now alongside everyone else. What about you? Where are you going?”

“Oh, um… well, community college for two years, then hopefully on to the university.”

“Well, Mom said to come over by 1:30 if we’re getting together because she needs to talk to us—mainly you.

“So are you saying that we can date again?”

“I really want to, but you have to get my mom’s permission first.”

“Well, it’s a little after one now; I guess I should just get this over with.”

“Ok, I’ll meet you back at your house.”

“A minute head start is fine.” “Okay, and you have no idea what her conditions are?” “No.” We stood up, and I walked to her car holding hands the entire way. Just before she got in, she gave me a huge kiss that invaded with her tongue. “Whatever Mom wants, please agree to it. Bye.” “Bye.” Crap. I walked back to my car and sat for a few minutes thinking: She wants to make sure she doesn’t get pregnant, but she must know it won’t be long before we have sex. Janet could take birth control, but there are conditions for me as well. Well, I’ll just have to go find out what they are. Their house was only 10 minutes away, about eight blocks from mine. So I took a deep breath and rang the bell. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Watson.” “Come on in and sit down at the kitchen table,” she said with a ‘let’s get this over with’ tone. “Glen, my daughter has expressed a strong desire to date you. I think it is a very bad idea.” “Mrs. Wat…” “Don’t say anything yet, young man.” Yes, Ma’am. “First of all, when I found out that you took my baby’s virginity when she was barely 16 and then didn’t use any protection on two of the four times you seduced my child, I was very angry. But time has a way of settling one down. It seems you can still charm my daughter’s socks off—the socks are fine, but her panties are not. So if you want to go out with her, I have to make sure she doesn’t get pregnant or catch a disease. The problem is that no matter what you or she promises, the two of you will probably end up having sex anyway. Even when using birth control pills along with the pull-out method, it sometimes fails; Janet is proof of that. Condoms have their own failure rate, and we know you won’t always use them. So if you get tested and the results come back clean, and agree to wear a device to prevent this, I will wholeheartedly give my blessings and let you two do whatever you want. As long as it’s not illegal, and definitely no alcohol or drugs, period.” “Mrs. Watson, there is no way I would do drugs, period, and I don’t drink. So what do I have to do?” “Here is an address; you need to be there at 3 PM. Ask for Frank Upton, and he will take some measurements. It sounds strange, but it isn’t that abnormal in these situations. His business is about five miles on the other side of town. The drive should take you about half an hour. Here is the address of a clinic; I made an appointment for you at 6:15 AM this coming Monday so you can be there before work. They will take blood and urine samples and test you for STDs, and I will pay for the testing.” “Exactly what is this device?” “You don’t need to know right now; you just need to get it done. Until it is on you, you will not see my daughter. You can call and talk to her on the phone, but no physical contact. Agreed?” “Yes, Ma’am.” “Janet, do you want to walk your young man out to his car?” “Okay, Mom.” “Glen, whatever it is, please just do it. I’m going nuts, okay?” Then she gave me a very long, wet kiss. “Alright, I’ll do my best.” “Say you WILL, not just your best, okay?” “Alright, whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

Chapter 2: The Fitting I pulled up to what looked like a machine shop. The sign read Upton’s Machine and Fabrication. Walking inside, I was surprised at how clean it was. Most machine shops I’ve seen were full of engine parts and generally a mess; this place was clean. “I’m Glen Havert; I’m here to see Frank Upton.” “Let me see… oh, Mrs. Watson sent you. Just a minute, please,” she said. She pushed a button on the intercom and announced that my fitting appointment had arrived. “I’ll have him fill out the form.” “I need you to fill out this form and sign it at the bottom.” The standard information: name, address, birth date, sex (male, female, transsexual). Transsexual? That’s odd. Oh well, I checked male. Phone numbers for home and cell. The paragraph at the bottom said I was giving permission to measure every part of my body including sexual organs. What am I getting into? Well, I promised. Whatever it is, I can change my mind later. A couple of minutes later, a huge man stepped up to the counter; he had to be 6’6” and over 250 pounds with a shaved head that looked all muscle. I wouldn’t want to meet him in a dark alley. “I’ll take the form. I need an ID please.” I pulled out my wallet and showed him my driver’s license. “Take it, please; I need to make a copy for my records.” He stuck it into a copier machine and handed it back. “Follow me.” We walked through a door and down a hallway. “I need you to remove your clothes and put on this gown—open in the front—and these underwear. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” The room looked sort of like a doctor’s exam room but without pictures of spines or warnings about flu shots, etc. It had two chairs, a scale, and a large locked wall cabinet, plus two trash cans (one marked hazardous medical waste). I stripped and put the underwear on. They were on the small side with a very snug fit. Then I put on the gown, open in the front. Knock at the door. “Can I come in?” “Sure, I’m changed.” “Well, let’s get you weighed and measured. Step up here: 148 lbs, 5’8”, okay. Step over here.” He unlocked and opened a deep drawer and took out a tape measure, some kind of box with a couple of buttons on it, a laptop, and a USB cable. He turned on the laptop and connected the USB cable to the device. I didn’t know what was going on. He put on a pair of doctor’s exam gloves, took the tape measure, measured my waist, around my ass, my upper thighs, and from somewhere on my back between my legs up to just below my belly button, entering everything into the laptop. “Now I need you to remove the underwear. Then spread your legs and hold this straight up and stick your penis in the end here, then hold it tight against your body and try to stay as soft as you can.” “Wait a minute, what is it going to do?” “Don’t worry; it just takes measurements. Here I’ll show you.” He stuck his arm in and pushed the green button, then clicked something on the computer. “See, it took measurements of my hand and arm, nothing else.” This black box was about 18 inches long, 5 inches wide, and 8 inches deep, with two handles at the end to hold it. Three lights: green, orange, and blue. The end I’m supposed to stick my penis in had an opening, and on the bottom of it, a part stuck out about 3 inches that would fit under my balls. I took off the underwear. “Okay, let me see it.” I reluctantly did as he asked. It fit over my balls alright. “Are you as soft as you would be just walking around?” “Yeah.” He pushed one of the buttons on the box; I felt something pressing up against my balls and dick, then it backed off, and then the blue light started flashing while the green light came on. He mumbled, “Let’s see: 1.6 inches by 5 inches.” Mr. Havert, now this is going to feel a little weird but won’t do any harm; it’s just going to push on the end of your penis so I can get a measurement of how far your penis can be pushed back. He clicked something on the laptop, and I felt my dick being softly squeezed and pushed back towards my body. “Good: 3.7 inches. Now I need you to get as hard as possible.” “There is no way I can do that; this is just too weird; I just can’t.” “Uh-hmm, okay, just wait a minute.” He got on his phone and said to have Pam come to Exam Room 2. Less than a minute later in walks what looks like Daisy Duke—same kind of cutoffs and all. Shit, was I in trouble. “Damn, Uncle Frank; he is cute. I’ll just warm him up a bit.” She grabbed my head—the large one on top, not the one I’m thinking with at the moment inside the box—and planted her lips on mine. I was lost and hard as a rock. “Okay, Uncle Frank; that should do it. Oh, and don’t bother with the ten bucks; I’ll do him for free anytime since he is sooo cute.” Then she walked out of the door. He clicked something on the laptop: “2.2 inches by 7.6 inches,” and said I could remove it now. “Okay, that’s it; you can get dressed. This box is something I developed; it makes taking measurements much more accurate and less personal if you get my drift. It will take two weeks to make the device. I’ll see you in two weeks on Saturday at 9 AM.”

He pulled a large condom-looking thing from the box’s end opening and tossed it into the medical waste bin along with his gloves. He packed up everything except the laptop and locked the cabinet.

“Once you’re dressed, just leave through the same door.”

“Could you tell me what he’s making?”

“You’ll find out in two weeks, or ask Mrs. Watson.”

Good grief, all those measurements for something I have no idea about. In and out in under 30 minutes. I left but didn’t see Daisy Duke—aka Pam. Darn it. Then I went home and called Jan; her mother answered.

“How did it go? Any issues?”

“I think it was fine, he measured me up and told me to return in two weeks. But what is he making? It’s confusing.”

“In two weeks you can start seeing Janet. Until then, phone calls will have to do. I’ll get her for you. Oh, thank you for being so good to my daughter.”

“Hello Glen, how did it go?”

“I’m totally confused about what happened. Your mom says after two weeks we can see each other and be alone as much as we want. Do you know yet what it is?”

“No idea, she won’t tell me either. So until then, just the phone.”

“Okay, I guess I don’t really have a choice.”

We talked for another hour before hanging up.

That night my head was spinning—what exactly is this thing? I did a Google search on preventing pregnancy. All I got were the usual options: condoms, the pill, abstinence. Then there are devices to prevent pregnancy; same story but with IUDs now. Nothing seemed quite right.

The next two weeks felt like agony. I went to work every day, constantly wondering what this device could be. I couldn’t tell anyone because I didn’t know what I was getting into and wanted to avoid embarrassment if it turned out as expected. My mom noticed something was up by my restless behavior. Bless her heart, she’s had a hard time over the last 14 years. My dad got mixed up with the wrong crowd and saw something he shouldn’t have. Being in his position within that group, he knew how to skirt the law but sometimes didn’t quite stay in bounds. Anyway, the district attorney wanted him to testify and enter witness protection. Mom said we’d all go into protection because this group would kill us all. He didn’t want that to happen, so he gave my mom two bank accounts. The money was clean with taxes paid on it. It should last a couple of years if she scrimped. Last I heard, he was somewhere in South America—that was 10 years ago. Once every month or two, an envelope would appear in the mail slot at the front door containing a few thousand dollars. Mom thought it was from his gang as hush money for leaving town; we never knew for sure if my dad sent them. She got divorced four years after he disappeared. When they married at 24, she was pregnant with me and one year away from her business management bachelor’s degree. With help from her parents watching me, she finished her degree in two more years and started working at a small company. Now she runs the business office and earns a decent living.

I talked to Jan every night for an hour or two. She kept saying how much she missed me and missed having sex. How much she wanted my bare skin against hers. She told me that whatever this thing is, I should do it so we can be together and wake up next to each other after a night of lovemaking. She desperately wanted to make love with me. She wanted long baths together, feeling my hands caress her body. Just thinking about all the things I wanted to do in bed was driving me crazy. By the end of the first week, I was sore from jerking off so often. I couldn’t help but daydream about making love to her. A couple of times I asked her to meet up somewhere. She just kept saying no because she wasn’t sneaking around on mom again; Mom would find out and ban me. After having sex with Janet, I was hooked and wanted more. When Jan disappeared, I went nuts. So I started dating two weeks later.

It took about 2 to 3 months to convince a girl to give up her virginity, then we’d have sex four or five times over the next month before it stopped satisfying me. I needed a conquest. Sara, my last virgin, gave great blowjobs; on our first date she started almost immediately. Then she told me if we continued dating, I could get one anytime as long as we had privacy, but with conditions: no touching her breasts or between her legs—no sex. She took the Clinton approach that blowjob is not sex. Kissing and smooching a bit of necking above the breasts was fine, along with neck/back rubs and foot-to-knee rubs. It took me six months to break her cherry; two months later I left crying and upset. After that, I decided virgins were too much hassle and started dating experienced girls. The problem was they’d dump me after sleeping together saying I was lousy in bed. I don’t know what their issue is.

We kiss and neck a little, suck on her tits, rub her until she gets wet, stick myself in and pump vigorously for 2 to 3 minutes, finish up, and roll off. I thought it was great.

Word got around school that girls should avoid me because I couldn’t quite meet their super standards. I couldn’t seem to get a date, even for the prom. I had to settle for Harriet; she was slightly overweight, not very popular, and not all that pretty (though ugly by no means). She agreed to go with me only to the prom and didn’t expect anything more. If I was really nice and acted like a complete gentleman, I might get a kiss when dropping her off at home. Of course, she expected me to pay for everything: corsage, prom pictures, etc.

My life seemed to have taken a wrong turn. Maybe college would open up other opportunities? That was two months ago with no dates since. So when Jan turned up again, I couldn’t pass it up. I really did miss her and thought of her almost every day, but as the old song goes: “If you’re not with the one you love, love the one you’re with.” What’s a guy to do?

I got a call on Friday saying everything was ready for me to come in at 9 AM.

I nearly wore myself raw jerking off that night.

Got up at seven, showered, shaved for the week, made breakfast and headed over. Arrived at nine. I walked up to his secretary to tell her I was there.

“Good morning Mr. Havert. I’ll call Mr. Upton.” A couple of minutes later Frank came through the door.

“Good morning Mr. Havert, how are you today?”

“Fine, I think.”

“Well, I need you to sign some forms and an agreement between Mrs. Watson, her daughter, and yourself.”

“What agreement?” I asked.

“First, sign these release forms. They’re standard forms saying you can’t sue me if you don’t take care of yourself properly, giving me permission to install the device. Then I’ll get the main agreement.” He handed me the papers.

The first one states that neither the company, owner, suppliers, nor retail sales outlet are responsible for any personal injury—physical or emotional—from using the Fidelity Enforcer. Although it is designed to be worn full-time with reports of up to six years of continual wear without harm, the device should be considered a recreational adult sex toy. It’s up to the wearer and key holder (who can be the same person) to determine if any injury is occurring and, if necessary, remove the device for adjustments.

This custom-made device fits properly only for its intended user and shouldn’t be used by anyone else. If adjustments are needed, it falls on the wearer and Keyholder.

rrangements for any modifications. The undersigned wearer accepts these conditions. Then it has a place to fill in my name, date, and signature. The second one states: I give permission for an employee of Upton’s Fabrication and Machine to install a custom built Fidelity Enforcer on me and once signed, permission cannot be rescinded. Also the undersigned has been informed that neither the owner or its employees are attorneys and cannot give legal advise and any information conveyed should not be considered legal advise. If the undersigned desires legal advise he should contact an attorney. And a place for name, date, and signature. What the hell is this thing? These last two weeks have been driving me nuts, I’ve never got so worked up over a girl before. She pleaded with me last night and wants me to hold her and kiss and caress her body. The only way to see and have her is to agree to this thing. I sign and hand him the papers. He then hands me what looks like a contract written up by a lawyer. Then tells me not to sign anything until I come back up with it. Also the Mrs. Watson and her daughter signed it this morning and had it sent over. The Agreement and contract between Mrs. Joyce Watson, and Mrs. Joyce Watson’s daughter, Miss Janet Watson, and Mr. Glen Havert. This binding contract is being made for both the benefit of Mr. Glen Havert subsequently to be referred to as the wearer and Mrs. Joyce Watson subsequently to be known as the Keyholder and her Daughter Miss Janet Watson. As it has been established that unprotected sex has occurred between the wearer and Miss Watson, and an unwanted pregnancy could have resulted, and it is the responsibility of the Keyholder to ensure that an unwanted pregnancy resulting in further sexual intercourse is to be avoided. It is also understood that both the wearer and Miss Watson want to continue their romantic involvement. In order to insure that an unwanted pregnancy won’t occur between the two, and for the wearer and Miss Watson to have Keyholder’s continued blessings of this romantic involvement. The wearer agrees to the following terms and conditions.

1. The wearer agrees to wear a custom built Fidelity Enforcer subsequently to be referred to as the device. 2 The device shall be worn 24 hours a day 7 days a week. 3 The wearer shall wear the device for as long as Miss Watson wants to stay in a relationship with the wearer.
2. Miss Watson feels she would be better off with a full time dependable boyfriend while attending college for the next 4 years to avoid male distractions and it is therefore essential that the wearer agrees to a 4 year commitment. The wearer agrees to a 4 year commitment.
3. The device will be removed once every two weeks during the first year and once every four weeks there after, in order for the wearer to have sexual release. Once that release has happened, the device will immediately be reinstalled. 6 The length of time between releases can be lengthened if the wearer incurs any penalties which are outlined in section 2. Penalties and Forfeitures. 7 The Keyholder will control all keys to the device and neither the wearer nor Miss Watson shall ever have control or see the keys.
4. As long as the wearer agrees to accepts all the conditions of this agreement the wearer shall have full access to Miss Watson including sleeping with her if Miss Watson so desires. Miss Watson is to have the final say.
5. The wearer shall perform whatever sexual acts with Miss Watson that she desires, within the constraints of the wearer, wearing the device. 10 The wearer will give his utmost respect, and love to Miss Watson at all times.
6. In order to keep harmony in the family, the wearer agrees to also give the Keyholder his utmost respect and love.
7. The device was bought and paid for by the Keyholder and remains her property. The wearer agrees to keep the device in good condition and will not damage the device in any way. The wearer shall never attempt unauthorized removal, except for medical emergencies; accepted emergencies are listed in Section 2. Wearer shall not tamper with the lock mechanism or try to circumvent the device’s intended purpose. Any violation of these conditions will result in severe penalties. See section 2. Penalties and Forfeitures. Section 2. Penalties and Forfeitures
8. If it has been determined that the wearer has removed or attempted to remove or circumvent the device. The relationship between the wearer and Miss Watson will be severed at the sole discretion of the Keyholder. If the relationship is severed, the wearer will be required to wear a replacement device, if necessary, to be paid for by the wearer and will remain attached for a period of no less than 4 years without being removed for any reason other than a medical emergency. The wearer also shall pay a sum of 100,000.00 US Dollars to be split by the Keyholder and Miss Watson, to compensate for their emotional distress. 2 Medical emergencies shall be limited to the following. Necessary removal for a medical procedure that would require its removal. An accident requiring removal. Any serious skin problems that can’t be cleared up without removal. Once the medical emergency is corrected the device will be reinstalled and any penalty time restarts form the beginning.
9. If the wearer wishes to break off the relationship with Miss Watson, prior to 2 years of the start of this agreement, he agrees to the following conditions. A. The wearer agrees to wear the device for the remaining portion of the 4 year term plus 2 additional years continuously, and will not be removed except for a medical emergency. B. The wearer shall pay a sum of 100,000.00 US Dollars to be split by the Keyholder and Miss Watson, to compensate for their emotional distress.
10. If the wearer wishes to break off the relationship between the second and forth year he agrees to the following conditions. A. Wear the device for the remaining portion of the 4 year period plus an additional 2 years continuously, and will not be removed except for a medical emergency. B. The wearer shall pay a sum of 100,000.00 US Dollars to be split by the Keyholder and Miss Watson to compensate for their emotional distress.
11. It is the wearer’s responsibility to keep Miss Watson happy and sexually satisfied. If the wearer does not do so, she may make a complaint to the Keyholder. If the Keyholder accepts the complaint and a resolution between the wearer and Miss Watson can’t be resolved the wearer authorizes the Keyholder to lengthen his release time up to an addition 4 weeks. More penalties can be added for other complaints.
12. If Miss Watson wishes to break off the romantic involvement with the wearer, due to her own feelings and desires, the wearer will be required to leave the device on for a period of 6 months before its removal.
13. If the wearer is found to be flirting with another female, wearer’s release will be extended by 8 weeks.
14. If it is found that the wearer is having or attempts to have a romantic involvement with another person without the express permission of both Miss Watson and the Keyholder. The relationship with Miss Watson and The wearer will be severed and the following penalties will apply.
15. The wearer shall pay a sum of 100,000.00 US Dollars to be split by the Keyholder and Miss Watson, to compensate for their emotional distress.
16. The wearer will be required to wear the device for 5 years continuously, before it is removed.
17. If the relationship is terminated and there are penalties requiring the wearer to wear to the device. The wearer gives permission to inspect the wearer at any time and any place without prior notice, to insure that the device is properly attached, and has not been altered or damaged. Inspections not to exceed three per week. These inspections may be performed by either the Keyholder or Miss Watson or a designee.
18. If it is found the wearer is not incompliance with the terms of any penalty, either the Keyholder or

Miss Watson has the power to initiate legal action to enforce compliance, with all associated court costs covered by the wearer. Section 3. If any part of this Agreement is found or declared invalid by a US court of competent jurisdiction, such partial invalidation will not affect the rest of the agreement, which shall continue in full force and effect. The parties further agree that if a portion is deemed invalid, either side may open negotiations for a replacement section within two (2) weeks following the ruling. This contract can be renewed for an additional 4 years under identical terms and conditions, provided written notice is given to the wearer by both Miss Watson and the Keyholder no more than 60 days and no less than 30 days before the end of the initial four-year term. Section 4 All parties confirm they have read the full agreement, understand its terms, are of legal age to accept it, and sign voluntarily. The signer also declares there is no personal or financial coercion involved in agreeing to this document. The paper includes spaces for initials; Janet’s and her mother’s initials are already present. There is a designated area for signatures and date, along with the notary seal, which has been completed as both parties have signed and notarized it. Good heavens, what on earth is this? Frank is waiting behind the counter. I approach him to ask about it. “It’s essentially a standard Keyholder-Wearer contract. I’ve seen much more severe ones. Aside from having a third party—the mother acting as Keyholder—this one is quite reasonable and easy for you. Just keep your end of the bargain, and things should work out well. I know someone who had a three-year deal with up to ten years’ penalty liability and five million dollars at stake. He was wealthy enough that it didn’t ruin him, but it certainly encourages staying on the straight path.” “Yes, but this document mentions wearing this device for up to five years while paying $100,000. Seriously?” “Mr. Havert, may I call you Glen?” “Go ahead, Frank.” “It also states that you remain with your girl and have full access to her body, provided she gives permission and blessing. That wealthy guy I mentioned earlier had issues but hired a good lawyer and escaped the worst of it. A skilled attorney can often find loopholes for almost anything. Now, I’m not an attorney myself, so take this as hearsay rather than advice. Do you think she’s worth pursuing? If things go south, perhaps the court will rule in your favor?” I wonder what to do; I really want her, but no one can tell me exactly what this device entails. “Can I see what you’re planning to put on me, Frank?” “Sign here and we’ll fit it. It causes no physical harm. Once removed, you return completely to normal—that is all Mrs. Watson allows me to say.” Why so mysterious? I did promise Janet last night, but this contract… gosh, what should I do? Frank picked up the phone, called someone over, and asked for their notary supplies. Just as my head was spinning, Pam walked in. Oh no. “Ah, the handsome gentleman. What are we signing? An Agreement? Let me review it. Okay, I need to see your driver’s license.” She opens her book and records my name, address, and license number, then points out where to sign. While she talks and writes, I can’t help staring at her cleavage. I glance across at those beautiful breasts of hers, wanting a better view, but when I meet her eyes, I’m captivated. Pamela, you truly have the most lovely eyes. Has anyone ever told you how stunning you are?” “Oh, Mr. Havert, that is very kind of you to say. Yes, people often tell me so. You’re sweet though, and for you, I’ll waive my usual $20 fee.” I take the pen and sign her book. “Alright, now please sign above your name in the document here and initial there as well.” Suddenly reality sets in. Oh dear, I’m only 18; in four years I’ll be 22—that’s how long college will take if a steady girlfriend keeps me focused enough to get good grades. My elbows rest on the counter while my hand supports my forehead, trying to decide what to do. I suddenly hear Pam again. “Mr. Havert, you need to sign and initial this thing. It’s only a four-year contract, quite manageable compared to some others I’ve seen. And it lets you sleep with your girl under her mother’s blessings—that’s far more than my own parents would have allowed at eighteen. Even now that I’m 22, they still get annoyed with me, right Uncle Frank?” “Very well, let’s finish this.” I sign and date the document and initial the clause confirming I’ve read and understood it. “Okay, Mr. Havert, let’s go to the back for installation.” “Uncle Frank, remember you promised me that next time you’d ask?” Pamela, now isn’t quite the moment.” “I don’t know when a better time would be. You made a promise; promises should be kept.” “I’ll do it, but ultimately it’s up to the client.” Pamela leaves. “I swear I’m never hiring another female relative again.” The receptionist groans. “Of course that wouldn’t apply to Joan, our smartest and most efficient secretary a company could ever have.” Flattery is pleasant enough, though it doesn’t let you off completely.” “What would?” Dinner and dancing at the country club tonight might be a good start.” Have my brilliant secretary make reservations for me and my absolutely stunning wife—the sexiest, most alluring woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Well that’s the sort of flattery that could go straight to her head!” “I’ll book it for six pm.” We walk into the hallway. My big mouth just cost me over a hundred bucks; I was hoping for a quiet night at home. Guess you’ve figured out Joan is my wife?” He seems like most married middle-aged men: henpecked and somewhat dominated, but perhaps he’s human after all? We enter the same room as last time, which now holds what looks like a doctor’s exam table plus just one chair. There are two waste baskets, a locked cabinet on the wall, and nothing else. He unlocks a drawer, hands me the gown as before, and tells me to change. Then he presents this metal ring, roughly 2.5 inches in diameter. It has three holes near what appears to be the top surface, which is flatter than the sides, featuring a large groove running across it on one side. This Mr. Havert is known as a base ring. It fits around your genitals. After you change into the gown, I need you to put it on yourself. The best method is first passing each testicle through its opening individually, then pushing your penis through afterward. You should stay as soft as possible until secured. Ensure the deep ridge faces away from your body. When finished, press the green button on the intercom and I’ll return. Any questions?” “Just that one you keep dodging!” Alright then, push the button when ready.” He leaves and closes the door. What have I gotten myself into now? It’s too late to back out since I’ve signed the agreement. I remove my clothes and slip on the gown; it opens at the front. The ring is nearly round externally but slightly oval internally. Three small holes are drilled through what seems to be the top section, with a large V-shaped groove visible on both the top and front surfaces. The frontal groove follows the curve of the ring circularly, while the top one crosses horizontally across it. It appears made of stainless steel with a bright, highly polished finish. He said the groove faces away from my body and to put my balls through first; let’s get this over with. I struggled to keep both testicles inside while pulling back my cock to push it through, but one kept popping out before I could secure everything. Well, perhaps stretching my sac a little will help. I try loosening things up and attempt again this time managing…

It happens. Then it just hangs there—I’ll be damned, my balls aren’t falling back out. Shit, then I start getting hard. Oh crap, I can’t let this guy see me with a full erection; that’s embarrassing enough.

Okay, settled down now. I think of chess moves that always worked in the past. Oh, that’s better. I guess I’m ready. I push the intercom button.

A minute later Frank knocks on the door and I tell him to come in.

“I need you to hop up on the table and lay down, and we’ll get this fitted. Could you put your hands under your head?”

“Sure, but why?”

“It’s just to help prevent you from trying to grab at things. This is going to feel strange at first, but it only takes a couple of minutes to get used to.”

“OK.” I place my hands under my head. He opens a box and slides something underneath the ring that pushes everything slightly down. I feel something go over my cock, then hear a loud click. Then I can feel him twisting and pulling on it before he pulls the plastic depressor out from under the ring.

“OK, you can sit up now.”

He picks up the phone and tells Joan to send the package over.

“That’s it? You’re done?” I ask.

“I just need to go over a few details on what to expect, how to keep everything clean, and how to maintain the lock mechanism. Also, a strong warning about not tampering with the lock.”

I sit up and look at the highly polished metal cage attached to me—oh shit.

“Mr. Havert, let me explain a few things to you first. This is what is commonly called a male chastity device. I named this particular one the Fidelity Enforcer because it ensures your fidelity is insured. It’s made of high-grade surgical stainless steel and has been hardened, which makes bolt cutters impossible to use. There are only three ways I know of to remove it.”

“The first is obvious: use the key. The second is cutting off your balls so it slides right off—I’ve never known anyone to take this option. Number three involves using a high-speed diamond cutting wheel, but one must be very careful due to the proximity of your organs; otherwise, you end up with option two again. Of course, some men can pull out the back part and have it just hang on their balls to gain access. In your case, however, your anatomy isn’t going to allow this. Although I’m sure you will try in the next few weeks. Naturally, that would violate your agreement not to circumvent its intended use.”

He then opens a drawer and pulls out a complete lock and cage assembly locked together.

“The way this is made, the two pieces fit perfectly with each other over a highly polished mirror surface. It won’t bend like many plastic devices, which can cause testicles to get squeezed (causing pain) or skin to pinch, without splitting in two or having parts that break. Plastic is great for getting through security gates with metal detectors though. There may be times when your Keyholder lets you wear a plastic one if the need arises.

“It is very important to keep all hair away from the junction of the two parts during installation. That’s what this plastic depressor is for; it goes under the ring and pushes everything down and away from where the two parts match up. Many Keyholders, as well as some wearers, prefer being shaved—that I will leave up to you and your Keyholder.”

“As for the lock itself, it requires both pieces to unlock. The key is custom-made and complex; there are only two of them in existence, and if both are lost or destroyed they cannot be replaced. I don’t keep any records or templates because of integrity reasons. The second piece is fairly simple and can easily be made. It just goes through this slot at the top,” which he shows me, “and you push it in.

“Now here’s the problem: if the wrong key is installed and turned to the first position while using the depressor instead of turning the key further, it will jam the lock mechanism. The key becomes locked in place, and nothing at that point can unlock it. Never under any circumstances put anything into this slot without fully inserting the correct key. I’ve taken this lock to several top Master Locksmiths, but all they could do was jam the mechanism again. If they don’t get it right the very first time, it will jam; it always takes several attempts at picking a good lock.

“Your Keyholder already has possession of the first key, and the second one—with the original signed agreement—was sent to her via messenger just now. You need to insert a couple drops of oil every week or two to keep everything lubricated and free of corrosion. Lie on your side, put a couple of drops in, let it soak for about a minute, then you’re done.

“The only part of the entire cage that isn’t stainless steel is the lock itself, which has quite a few brass pieces inside. If you go into the ocean or expose it to salt water (such as a saltwater swimming pool), you need to thoroughly wash and rinse it out and apply oil as soon as possible.

“Also, here is some lube that you need to apply between the base ring and your body. This allows it to move back and forth slightly and keeps you from getting abrasions, helping you feel better. Go ahead, put some on the end of your finger and push it in.” He hands me the bottle and says I can keep it.

“This is a silicone-based lube which works just fine. Some men prefer using hand lotion because they can keep it out at work without anyone saying anything about having hand lotion on their desk. Aveeno, for instance, works well and doesn’t have a fragrance.”

“Now onto what to expect while wearing this device. It will take a couple of days to get used to the feeling of something around your genitals, but after about a week you’ll reach the point of hardly noticing it most of the time.

“If you try for an erection, here is what happens: the cage is pushed outward from your body and your testicles are pulled up against the cage and the base ring. This will cause discomfort and some pain; just calm yourself down and it will quickly subside.

“The cage, as you can see, is curved and its interior is smaller than an erect penis. This serves two purposes: one for concealment under clothes, and the other to prevent a full erection so that it reduces the pain.

“During the first few nights, it’s common sometime around 4 AM—why 4 AM I’m not sure, but I think that’s when most people are in their deepest sleep (REM). At any rate, your penis tries to have a very hard erection. When this happens, you will wake up in quite a bit of pain.

“Don’t be alarmed; get up and go try to pee. This helps settle everything down and the pain goes away quickly. This usually only happens for the first 2 or 3 nights until your body adjusts and your brain stops sending the signal for nighttime erections.”

“If you have any problems with abrasions or soreness, tell your Keyholder who can inspect you and determine what remedies are necessary.

“You can call me if you’re having a serious problem, as I may be able to help with modifications—although that is unlikely since this was made to fit your body specifically. Do not call me just because you can’t stand wearing it any longer or are in desperate need of sexual release. I have no way of removing the device and am not authorized to do so.

“All of this information has been put into your package, which Joan will give you on your way out. Also, you might want to join one of the many forum sites that deal with chastity. Some are quite niche and involve a lot of fiction; one of the better ones is the community site here.

“Any questions?”

“Well, how do I pee with this on?”

“Oh sorry, I forgot to cover that. There is an opening at the end of the cage. Try to line up the end of your penis with it and then sit down on the toilet. You might be able to stand at a urinal, but you have to be perfectly lined up or it will spray and drip everywhere.

“If your only option is a toilet, you pretty much have to sit down. You’ll need to use some toilet paper to wipe off what gets onto the cage.

“Take a piece of toilet paper and push it through the end to catch anything you can’t squeeze out, then pull it back when they need to go again.” He picks something up from the counter. “One last thing: after wearing this for a month or two, your scrotum usually stretches, creating more space between the device and your body so security is maintained; that’s why a spacer needs to be put in place. This part is made of polycarbonate to keep it light—it just slides into the three holes at the back of the base ring. Once the cage is locked on, it stays fixed to the base ring. I hadn’t realized you’d be locked long-term until I saw your contract. I’ll give this to your Keyholder, Mrs. Watson. I’ll email her instructions on how to know when it needs installing and how to do it.”

Shit, I think I’m screwed—or in this case, never going to get screwing again. He hands me the piece; it’s curved like the base ring has three pegs with notches about half an inch deep, which means at least one more thing is lightweight.

“Glen, Pam made a personal request—it’s entirely up to you. She’s been pestering me to see this on someone else, and that was exactly what she was asking about at the counter. If you don’t mind her coming in for a look, she’d really appreciate it, plus it would get her off my back. Again, totally your choice.”

Well, well. I wouldn’t mind seeing her cleavage and legs again. What the hell.

“Sure, okay. Maybe ask her to loosen her top just a bit more? Oh, sorry—I know she’s your niece; it just slipped out.”

“I can ask, but you might be sorry too.”

I wondered why I’d feel bad about that.

He gets on the phone and tells her my request.

Two minutes later comes a knock at the door.

“It’s me, Uncle Frank!”

“Come in.”

She definitely loosened up—I could see everything but her nipples—and she’s taken off her bra.

I stand there while she checks it out.

“Oh my goodness, Uncle Frank, he’s getting hard.”

“Well you better make it quick because he’ll start hurting soon.” She comes over, grabs the cage and pulls it up; my balls are starting to ache as her bent-over tits become almost fully exposed. I don’t care about the pain—I’ll block it out.

She looks underneath, gives a little tug then lets go.

“Wow this is great! He can’t escape now, right?”

“No Pamela—that’s exactly the point.”

“Uncle Frank, I need you to make me one for my next boyfriend. Tired of dating guys who just dump me after a few rounds in bed—you know how it goes: fuck her then leave her. If I had one of these, I could keep him teased longer and maybe he’d stick around more. Hey—if I were your girlfriend, you wouldn’t do that to me, would ya?”

“Oh—um—yes absolutely—I can’t imagine anyone doing that to you.”

“Well looks like you’ve got yourself a girlfriend anyway.”

“Uncle Frank, what about it? Will you make one for me?”

“Maybe your Dad could hold the keys.”

“Don’t you dare tell him!”

“Even better—your Mom.”

She stood there thinking for a moment.

“Now that sounds wicked—I’ll think about it, of course I need to find the right boyfriend first.”

“Too bad Glen—you’re taken now.” Then she comes over, wraps her arms around me under my gown with her hands grabbing my bare ass and plants a huge kiss. Instant pain.

She lets go, takes another look, says “Sorry—I think I’d better leave now.”

“God Frank this hurts!”

He opens the drawer pulls out a cold pack breaks the seal in the middle tells me to put it on my balls.

Oh fuck—it’s freezing—but pressure starts dropping and back to normality for me.

“I told you about getting too excited—I didn’t expect her to do all that. Pamela is hard to control.” “That’s about everything—you can dress now. See Joan before leaving.”

He locks everything up again tells me good luck as he leaves.

The narrative shows potential, yet it's currently quite difficult to follow. Between the typos and grammatical slips, long sentences that drag on, inconsistent verb tenses, and cramped formatting with few paragraph breaks, I found myself losing interest before halfway through this first part. Reading felt nearly agonizing; I ended up skimming rapidly just to reach the conclusion. The effort was so draining that any sensual elements got lost in the process. These parts should have been grouped into a single discussion thread instead of scattered across five separate ones. It has promise as a good tale, but you'll need significant assistance with writing mechanics and editing.

To be honest, I didn't mind the grammar mistakes much, nor did the spacing or paragraph alignment bother me. All in all, I liked the story. However, you could cut down on a lot of workload by skipping over every little routine action performed by the characters. For instance, there's really no need to detail the protagonist going to the restroom: washing his hands with soap, drying them off, strolling back into his bedroom, removing one shirt and putting another on, and so forth. From a personal standpoint, I'd be thrilled if future stories included some female foot domination.

> member_1f353e1d87 wrote: > This story seems to have some promise, but...as written, it is much too hard to read. With all of the spelling and grammar errors, run-on sentences, inappropriate verb-tense shifts and lack of white space (paragraph breaks) I got bored less than 1/2 way through this first installment. It was almost painful. I ended up just skimming and racing through it just to get to the end. It was so torturous that any eroticism was lost > All of the installments should have been posted to the same topic stream rather than 5 separate threads. This could be a decent story, but you need a great deal of help with the technical aspects of writing and editing. I apologize for the spelling and grammar issues; I attempted to fix most errors before hitting post. Since this is my first genuine attempt at storytelling—and likely my last—I really appreciate your feedback. Wrangler

> member_03d1ec6dfa wrote: > Well I didn't really mind whatever grammar errors there might have been, and white space or paragraph indentations weren't a problem for me. Overall I enjoyed the story. > You could probably save yourself a lot of effort though if you left out the details of every mundane action undertaken by the characters. So for example there's no need to describe the main character's trip to the bathroom, how he washed his hands with soap, dried them with a towel, walked into his room, took his shirt off, put on another one, etc, etc. > And on a personal note, I'd love to see some female foot domination in any subsequent story you write. Thanks for your thoughts. I likely did overdo the bathroom sequence slightly; things just flowed naturally as I typed them out. Some of this narrative draws from my own experiences and frustrations while wearing a plastic cage. Cheers, Wrangler