Chastity and orgasm denial discussion

Some of my favorite threads here are always the ones where people get caught in awkward moments, especially when you can laugh about them later.

I’ve had a few close calls. For instance, once I didn’t secure the lock on a public bathroom stall properly and someone might have gotten an eyeful. Another time, while walking through my house wearing just underwear or less, a delivery driver stopped by. I managed to throw on a robe very quickly.

Does anyone else have some good stories? It shouldn’t be too hard to top my near misses.

Great idea for a thread. In the past, I've left notes for my wife about what I want during sex (she is quite prude and has low drive anyway). Then I would be tied up in our room using various bondage equipment. This way, when she comes home, she can play with me if she feels like it or let me out of the restraint. We enjoy having friends over to play card games. One night we had just one girl visiting who was keeping score on a notepad. She started flipping through the pad and found something; we didn't know what it was, but she blushed and said something like, "Oops, I shouldn't have read that," or "Oh my God, I'm sorry." So I assumed it was one of those bondage notes. As soon as she left, my wife and I rushed to find the note she had read. It turned out to be a very simple message from me to her, something like: "I love you, how about when I get home you set up something sexy for us, with candles and lots of pillows or whatever." So no big deal, but we were both worried.

My first cage was a CB2000. It seemed to fit well enough, but after about a month or so I noticed that it would occasionally shrink just enough for me to fall out of it. I was at a meeting on a construction site with a new client. As I was showing her something on a set of drawings, I realized my cage had slipped off and was sliding down my leg inside my dress pants. I stood there frozen, hoping she didn't hear the plastic hit the floor. I quickly kicked it under the desk. I'm sure I looked like I was having a seizure when she asked if I was okay. "Sorry," I said, "my back is bothering me." Once she walked away, I grabbed it and stuffed it into my pocket. A little stressful LOL.

> Jens bitch said: > My first cage was cb2000. It seemed to fit well enough but after a month or so I found that i would occasionally shrink enough that Id fall out. I was at a meeting on a construction site with a new client. As I was showing her something on a set of drawings > I realized my cage had slipped off and was falling down my leg in my dress pants. I stood there frozen hoping she didn't hear the cage hit the floor. I quickly kicked it in under the desk. I'm sure it looked like I was having a seizure as she asked if I was okay. Sorry I said my back is bothering me. Once she walked away I quickly grabbed it and stuffed it in my pocket. Little Stressful LOL > Click to expand... You did well keeping from having a heart attack right there on the spot!!

> Tombow said: > You did a good job not having a heart attack on the spot!! > Click to expand... I always wonder what would have happened if she had actually seen it?

Last year while working out in the garden, I was on my knees weeding and tying up tomato plants. Suddenly I heard my sister-in-law say, "Well that's looking really good." She lives nearby and stops by quite often. I looked up and she had a big smile. I sat back quickly pulling down my t-shirt, realizing my yellow panties had ridden up past the shorts I was wearing. I never did know if her comment was about seeing my panties and backside or just that the weeded garden looked good. Nothing has ever been said to me beyond that remark, but whenever I am around her it makes me wonder what she really saw that day.

My wife always keeps me naked at home. We live in a secluded area, so it is not unusual for me to be outside without clothes. One afternoon we were out back planting flowers when her friend called out to us. Before I could react, the friend walked onto the deck and was staring right at me. More exactly, at my cage. My wife, trying to make the best of a bad situation, turned to me and told me to bring ice tea for her and her friend. As I walked away, I heard her quietly say, "no clothes." I went inside to retrieve the tea and brought the glasses out before quickly going back in. My wife later told me that she thought she had locked the front door but apparently hadn't. She said the friend had a lot of questions.

> DeesHubby said: > My wife always keeps me naked at home. We live in a very secluded area, so it is not unusual for me to be outside naked. We were out in the back of the house one afternoon planting some flowers when we heard her friend calling out to her. Before I could react,the friend walked out into the deck and was staring at me. More exactly at my cage. My wife, trying to make the best of a bad situation, turned to me and told me to bring her and her friend some ice tea. As I walked away, I heard her quietly say, "no clothes". I went insit and retrieved the tea and brough the glasses outside and quickly went back inside. My wife told me later on that she thought she had locked the front door but must not have. She said the friend had a lot of questions. > Click to expand... I think you need to tell us the rest! What did the friend want to know? And what information did your beloved give away? SPILL THE BEANS.. Lol

DeesHubby - Are you sure your wife didn't plan that?

Here's a near miss I just remembered from a while ago. Not directly related to chastity but still fun. I was home one summer during college and at the time really into self-bondage. Late one night, I had tied myself to my bed using some old shoelaces. I also always kept a pair of scissors attached to another lace as a backup plan in case I couldn't free myself otherwise. I usually did this completely nude but under the covers. Anyway, I was lying there enjoying the pseudo-helplessness when I realized how tired I actually was and promptly fell asleep. The next morning, my mother came into my room to wake me up because I had a party that day. It took me a hot second to figure out why I couldn't move. Luckily the covers were still on top of me since there wasn't much tossing and turning possible while tied up. It was also lucky that she no longer used her old method of quickly yanking the blanket off me (which she liked to do when I wouldn't get up fast enough for school in my younger years). She just flipped the light switch on and left. I managed to get out without too much hassle and have been more careful since.

I had someone call me out on what 'sharp object' I had in my pants. I hadn't realized that the lock on my CB6000 had rotated itself to stick essentially straight out into my trousers... I told them it was just something in my pocket and slyly reached in to adjust it through the fabric. Luckily they didn't make me show them what exactly I had there.

> Jens bitch said: > My first cage was cb2000. It seemed to fit well enough but after a month or so I found that i would occasionally shrink enough that Id fall out. I was at a meeting on a construction site with a new client. As I was showing her something on a set of drawings > I realized my cage had slipped off and was falling down my leg in my dress pants. I stood there frozen hoping she didn't hear the cage hit the floor. I quickly kicked it in under the desk. I'm sure it looked like I was having a seizure as she asked if I was okay. Sorry I said my back is bothering me. Once she walked away I quickly grabbed it and stuffed it in my pocket. Little Stressful LOL > Click to expand... What a hoot! That is priceless! Ss

I went to Lane Bryant for a bra fitting. After the sales associate took me into the dressing room and fitted me with a new bra, she told me it would look really cute with one of their newer camisoles/slips and went back into the store to bring one in. When I put on the cami, my cage became quite obvious as it poked out against the fabric. The SA said, "My dear, what do you have there in your pants?" I then explained that, being a sissy, I am required to wear a chastity cage. She replied, "Surely you're kidding!" I told her no and we had a dialogue about the relative advantages and benefits of my wearing it. Since that day, I have had four or five little discussions with her about my situation, and she even asked if she could tell another SA about it. I agreed! I think they are both quite intrigued now.

My pickup truck wouldn't start after leaving a fruit stand last summer on the side of the road. Being mechanically inclined, I crawled under the truck to try fixing it but had no luck. The owner of the fruit stand came over to help and finally gave me the phone number for a towing company. While I was talking to them on the phone, I felt pain in one of my balls that had slipped out; before I could do anything, it popped completely off and fell from my shorts onto the ground right in front of the guy helping me. Trying not to make a big deal of it, I just reached down, picked it up, and put it in my pocket while still talking on the phone. My wife, who was sitting with our granddaughter in the truck, looked at me when she heard the cage hit the ground; afterward, she said she knew exactly what happened. Wonder what he thought it was.

Loving this thread. I have a sub who is constantly having issues like this and it always entertains me to no end. He has put them on at the airport quite often so he has more than one story about not locking the bathroom door well enough, giving someone an eyeful, or dropping pieces on the floor and having to reach slightly into the stall next to him to grab them.

I was attending a Hogmanay party one year when I was securely locked in my CS-100 belt, hidden safely beneath my kilt. Through the night, an attractive lady flirted with me quite clearly, teasing and generally being more friendly than she probably should have been. As the evening wore on and drinks flowed, she became a bit less inhibited and much more determined... to be honest, I was flattered; if I hadn't been locked, things likely would have ended very differently. As it was, just after midnight she followed me to the bar. While I was ordering my drink, she pressed up behind me and asked the inevitable question... About 30 seconds later, she had discovered exactly what this real Scotsman was wearing under his kilt... and proceeded to take maximum advantage of my predicament, teasing me mercilessly until it was time to go home. Not a Hogmanay I'll forget in a hurry!

I once wore a plug on the train ride home. On my way down the stairs from the platform, the plug started working loose. I'm pretty sure anyone behind me might have seen a protrusion, but who knows? I wound up doing the clenched-cheek walk to the closest bathroom to keep it from falling out and sliding down my pant leg.

Ha! Been there. Done that too! You have to take those tiny short steps to keep your cheeks together! In the moment it feels like PANIC; in retrospect, it's a funny experience!