Confidence Enhancer: Introductory Chapter 1 for Chastity

Confidence Enhancer: Introductory Chapter 1 for Chastity

My wife was updating me on the most recent details of her best friend, Ofélia's, divorce. It seemed like a messy situation: he was the one who handled the finances and spent the shared income on his friend's investment without informing her. He wasn't fighting too much, but there was plenty of pressure. "At least there are no children involved," I mentioned casually.

"You got that right," Nora replied. While I perused the instructions for installing a ceiling light, I remained half focused on my wife. She was dressed up for her high-class lunch date with Ofélia. She was wearing a pair of wide-legged pantsuits that were flowing but showcased her best feature - her curvy hips. I found myself getting aroused, and it was helpful that I was leaning over the kitchen counter, so my increasing arousal was less visible.

"They have to divide the belongings even though there are no kids involved. He wants to keep the car," Nora added.

"Mmm," I responded.

"He works from home!" Nora exclaimed, angry. "I can't believe he's creating such trouble for her, especially during a political campaign."

I started imagining my wife and Ofélia's lunch date. Some may label me perverted, but when my wife mentions going on a date with a girlfriend, it inevitably arouses me. From my experience, there was never any romantic connection between my wife and Ofélia, but nevertheless, that thought was getting quite stimulating. As it turned out, my fantasies often focused on my wife and other women. I knew she had experience with other men, and that fueled some of my fantasies. Sometimes, I drifted so far that my wife would no longer be a part of the fantasy.

Many would find Ofélia attractive, and I did too, but in a more analytical "yes, she's attractive" kind of way. She had a strong yet cute face, she was small yet assertive, she dyed her hair a striking white-blue which paired well with her olive complexion - but if asked if I'd be interested in having sex with her, I'd say no because Ofélia was, well, quite unexciting.

She was the manager of local politics in her area, and she spent all her time on local political campaigns. There might be a city in which local politics were intriguing, but, unfortunately, I never lived in such a place. Nora told me that Ofélia had an exciting personal life, but everything I'd heard her discuss was in regards to this bond issue or that gerrymandering or even worse, local council races.

Although some people would call me an idiot for letting my disinterest get in the way, I haven't strayed from my loyal wife. She had asked me, after we'd had a good night together, if I'd be interested in sleeping with Ofélia. It took a few months for me to understand what she meant, but now, we weren't even having sex with each other anymore, never mind a three-way encounter. I wouldn't bring it up again - "honey, do you remember when you suggested you'd want to sleep with your best friend"? - but some hopes don't die so easily.

And now, my wife was dropping hints.

"She's so stressed, sweetheart," Nora worried, going through our mail. "This comptroller thing is consuming all her time, and she isn't able to address the divorce."

"What is a comptroller, anyway?"

"It's like an accountant for the city."

Fascinating, I thought. An elected accountant. But I'm not that dumb, so what I actually said was "I hope that girl - woman - has a way to get through this difficult time."

Nora turned to face me, her expression curious. "There might be a way," she said, eyes widening.

You don't stay married for as long as we have without picking up on the undertones. It was sexual. A slight redness was gracing Nora's toasty-white skin, and she was directly looking at me, pushing her shoulders back. My organ was still hard, and I didn't necessarily want to proceed, but the thought of Ofélia and sex was still alluring.

I'm a typical man. My wife had asked me after a satisfying night of intimacy whether I'd sleep with Ofélia. It took me a few months to realize her question implied a three-way encounter. However, these days, we weren't even having sex with each other, let alone bringing in a third person. I wasn't going to bring it up again - dear, you mentioned having sex with your best friend - but never say die, right?

It seemed my wife was hinting at it. The blood continued to maintain my rigidity.

I blinked, puzzled. "Really? Because I assumed, and maybe that's not the worst thing."

I can be smooth, I swear to God.

"James," said my spouse, perched on the couch. I remained standing, with my erection cleverly concealed by counters. But I put the instruction manual aside. "So Ofélia says that she's always been incredibly busy, not even getting the time to abandon her tasks completely for an hour or two of sexual intimacy."

"Is that how politics operate? Incredibly entertaining, but worse than the Olympics."

"Yes, it's all about the hook-ups. Worse than sports. But she doesn't function in this manner. The strategy that works for her is dominating someone, even without actual sexual activities."

I squinted. "Huh, you mean like a dominatrix? How's that more efficient?"

Chuckling, my spouse replied, "No, no, she's never been into that before, remember? Dave always stood against it. She described it as a significant aspect of their relationship. She believes it would provide her with confidence."

"Okay, so let's review: she enjoys taking charge? Interesting."

"Yes, she's a very bossy lady, indeed."

Her explanation made sense to a certain extent. Ofélia, well-known for her commanding presence, led a life riddled with control. It seemed natural that she'd take pleasure in dominating men. However, it didn't align with Nora's initial statement.

"So you're saying she's offering to lock me up as a means of helping her through her divorce?"

Cheekily, my spouse snickered, "No, sweetheart--Ofélia wants me to lock you up. For her."

I was currently aroused, unsurprisingly. To avoid any confusion, let's clarify that I did not long to sleep with Ofélia. Our friendship was good, and while she had her qualities, she was not my typical preference. But despite my non-desire, my body reacted differently when Nora mentioned anything sexual.

My motives were not admirable, I'll admit that. The fact that we were discussing sharing my body with Ofélia was enough to jerk me off, even if it was only in my head.

Indulging in something taboo felt enticing. To put it more bluntly, the excitement came from the idea of losing control over my intimate life. Nora explicitly stated I would not be sleeping with Ofélia, which oddly made me feel better about the whole ordeal. I also perceived a level of trust between us that was rare and comforting.

As you may have guessed, I agreed. I'd never before attempted anything like this, nor had Nora and me delved into BDSM-esque fantasies to such an extent. Our sex life used to be more frequent, but we only tried a few kinky activities, such as cuffs for me and some spankings for my spouse.

"Actually, I've been thinking," I interjected. "What if we add some extra dimensions other than the pictures? For instance, we could introduce teasing or denial or..."

"Sure, we can," murmured my partner, eyes glinting with a startling level of enthusiasm. "There's always room to make things more kinky," she offered.

Thus, we started planning. Fortunately, Nora allowed me to review the photos before she sent them to Ofélia. Plus, she decided against talking to Ofélia about the experience, which made me feel that I had some twisted sense of ownership or autonomy over my body.

After some investigation, I found that many chastity products are just erotica. Most of them seem to be written by men who are ashamed of masturbation and want a woman to stop them, but in a sexy way. Many of these stories took an unexpected turn, often involving the wife forcing the husband to become a woman. These stories made me aware of a few potential issues. First, it's important to keep the area clean.

I sent my wife a message, letting her know that I don't have any piercings and won't be getting any. Her response was casual and comforting, acknowledging these points. I told her that while I have given her some control in the past, this situation is different, and we should establish some ground rules. We agreed that nothing should go into my urethra, multiple keys should be hidden in various locations, and there should be no exchange of identifiable photos.

Ofélia confided that the arrangement was about power for her. She feels sexually fulfilled even when she's away from home, as long as there's a man who she has control over. My wife mentioned that as we hadn't had much time for intimacy recently, this new dynamic could add spice to our marriage.

One evening, while we were lying in bed, my wife suggested that this might be exactly what we needed. I reassured her, saying that Ofélia is nice, and it's flattering to think that anyone would be interested in me. She then began caressing my penis through my boxers, and we started having sex. After we finished, as I drifted off to sleep, I reminded myself not to deviate from the plan, not to jeopardize my relationship with my wife, and to avoid any awkwardness with Ofélia.

Over the next few days, the topic kept popping into my mind, and I started getting an erection. I was looking forward to the experience. My wife mentioned that Ofélia had bought a steel cage once, wanting to use it on her ex-husband, Dave, but he never used it. She assured me they would clean it before I wore it.

The following morning, on my way to work, I realized I needed to discuss this with Ofélia in person. I value and trust my wife, but this scenario was intimate and required a one-on-one conversation. My wife understood but noted that Ofélia was busy. "If it's that important to her, she'll make time for you," she said.

We arranged to meet at my favourite spot, a barcade with loud background noise and a lot of room for private conversations. Ofëlia arrived wearing a trench coat, power suit, light blue checks, and khaki pants. She put her clipboard down on the table and motioned for us to sit.

Now, I saw Ofélia with new eyes. She had a strong jawline and her hair was cut in a tomboyish style. She had a sense of humor. We greeted each other with a side hug, and I sat down as she placed her clipboard on the table.

"So, Jim," she said, "what's on your mind?"

"I'm a little worried," I admitted. "I'm afraid of you, if I'm honest."

"Jim, you need to know," she looked me straight in the eye with a sincere expression, "I don't leave a bruise... at least not on the first date."

I couldn't help but smile. "You're serious, right?"

"Very serious."

"What would you like to discuss?" I asked, avoiding eye contact.

"I am asking you for a very big favor," she said, "and you're being more generous to me than anyone else has."

I tried to look modest, but inside, I felt a mixture of surprise and admiration. "Stop that!" I exclaimed.

"I'm being serious," she insisted. "So, what do you want to talk about?"

"I'm scared," I confessed. "I'm afraid of you." She looked at me earnestly, her eyes filled with warmth. "I won't hurt you, Jim. You don't need to be worried."

"I guess the photo thing is bothering me a little," I admitted. "My job is secure, but I don't want there to be any sexual content becoming public."

"Do you trust me?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Then don't worry about it."

"Okay, thank you," I sighed in relief.

I'm not usually one for playing with power dynamics, but this seemed like a safe way to experience it. I knew I had to be careful not to cross any lines with my wife, and I wanted to maintain a respectful relationship with Ofélia.

"No, it wasn't a real joke. I'm bad at switching from a light-hearted tone to a serious one. To be honest, I don't blame you for feeling weird about this. I'm asking for something rather intimate from my friend's partner. We've never had a conversation about it, or even really talked about anything except work-related topics. I'm an open book to you."

I took a sip of my drink.

"So you've always wanted to try this?"

"Yeah, I've always liked the idea." She pumped her fist. "It's so thrilling for me!"

"I'm having a hard time understanding how this can be your sex life, considering you'd be denying someone else sex."

"I jerk off," she said.

I sputtered, nearly choking on my drink. "Oh my god!"

"Sorry, that wasn't a joke. Anyway, your wife mentioned that you're jerking off a lot lately. And I do it too."

"You call it 'jerking off'?"

"I refer to it as the 'taco handshake,'" she said with a serious expression. "It's not important right now though. Let me explain why I'm interested in a guy staying chaste."

Ofélia has her own theories about sexuality. In my experience with her, these were usually boring topics like local politics. But now, she was applying the same serious tone to discuss her fetish of femdom. She used to believe that sex only occurred during the act of sexual intercourse. However, she realized that many non-sexual activities could be arousing or satisfying, leading to her theory that the ultimate fetish would be to make non-sexual situations sexual. After all, people spend most of their lives with sex being an interruption to not having sex, so it made sense to create situations where something sexual is always present but not explicitly happening.

"Why don't you just not have sex?" I wondered aloud. "Why not wear a chastity device yourself?"

Ofélia leaned in closer. "The truth is, I'm too into my orgasms. I enjoy them too much to give them up. I've tried it, and it just doesn't work for me. I can't let someone else control my sex life. I'm just not that type of person," she said, pounding her finger onto the table.

I hesitated, confused. "How do you know I'm the type of person who would follow your orders?"

Ofélia smiled, revealing her pearly whites. "Well, Jim, if I'm wrong, will I be?"

The rest of the conversation was about the photos. Ofélia suggested that she might just want to examine my chaste state in person, but due to her busy schedule, this wouldn't be a frequent occurrence. Instead, she suggested that we would simply review the images.

"I want to be open about this," she clarified. "Right now, your wife is keeping you from having orgasms at my request, but if I'm the one checking on your penis, you won't get them unless you're following my commands."

It felt strange to me that her theory involved a deal with me and not my wife. This raised several concerns, including whether or not this was going to cause problems in my marriage. "I see it as my dick that my wife has access to. Your friend wants to see pictures of a dick in a specific condition, and to satisfy her friend, I'll abstain from orgasms." We shook on the deal.

"Alright, how do you manage to fit in 'the taco handshake' with your busy schedule?" I asked.

Ofélia looked at me and grinned. "Jim, there's always time to pleasure yourself. It's just a matter of being creative and having no shame."

Her phone rang, and she had to tell some local politician about needing to wait for election day results. "Don't trust the polls," she counseled, encouraging them to keep knocking on doors.

During this time, my attention was exclusively given to Ofélia, and I came to understand that she was successful and the ultimate boss in her field. However, her business revolved around controlling the general public, which was something she couldn't fully grasp. I found myself drawn to her, and even grew to feel sympathy for her. So we agreed: I would assist her. Through my personal means.

Ofélia eventually gifted this device to Nora during one of their lunch meets at a nearby cafe. These gatherings were always enjoyable for me due to the anticipation of being sexually involved in their relationship.

Nora entered the house thrilled with a small paper bag and a white box she carefully opened in front of me. And there it was, the task I was performing for my wife's best friend.

It was a metal tube featuring two long windows on either side and fastened with a small lock. The shaft bore the words "You Wanted This" in an elegant cursive font, a little detail that interested me greatly.

Initially, the thought of trying to pull this off when aroused presented a challenge. The device's purpose was to keep my penis semi-hard and pointing towards the ground to avoid detection. However, the very thought of this process caused me distress since it intrigued me.

Nora giggled when she removed it from the box. "Why don't we just do it when we're watching TV, and when you least expect it, I'll yank down your pants and slap it on?"

"Nora, you're not quick enough. I'll become erect just as you yank my pants down."

Her laughter was contagious. "Instantaneously!"

It was then that our conversation led to discussing the most unsexy show in existence. This would ensure I remained in a softened state throughout the process. I suggested news as it was rather dull, but Nora proposed something even less risque: "Hogan's Heroes."

As the night progressed, I noticed my wife on her phone, researching tips.

"What's good?" I inquired.

Nora blushed. "Well, yes--apparently, most people use ice to achieve the desired effect."

We explored the power of ice and other insightful tips. After chilling my privates to make my dick recede, we decided to give the device a try.

"Before proceeding," Nora inquired as the ice pack rested between my legs, "are you comfortable with this?"

"It's quite strange, honey," I snickered, "but yeah, I'm ready for it. It's a unique way to help a friend and keep things exciting in our relationship."

Nora's features softened as she knelt in front of me like a strange marriage proposal. "Please know, I'm aware of the time constraints in our sex life and... I just need you to know that I know that. I love you, and I want you to be happy, and if you're unhappy, we'll stop."

I caressed her head gently. "I love you too, sweetheart." A moment of silence followed. "Now, lock that cock up!"

We managed to successfully attach the chastity device on the first attempt. Just as predicted, I became erect before Nora had even snapped a photo.

The feeling was akin to when my erect penis popped out of my pants while sitting uncomfortably. As I observed my self in the bedroom mirror, my untouched genitals occupied a significant portion of me, while my constrained penis hung lifeless, a stark contrast.

Despite initial worries about temperature, the metal gently warmed up quickly, similar to how a jockstrap feels.

While Nora observed with curiosity, we both marveled at the unique nature of the situation. "I understand where you're coming from," she said, looking at the large expanse of my balls. "You are indeed a lucky man."

"Indeed," I acknowledged, and she smiled.

We applied the chastity device without an issue. Instruction: You have to mimic this story with a fresh perspective using informal language and an engaging tone. Make sure the story length remains the same, do not introduce your personal thoughts, and maintain all markdown formatting.

We took several pictures - Nora pushing the key into the lock, me with my arms behind my back, me kneeling, one of which Nora had directed where I spread my legs, and poses like Superman and letting it dangle. After reviewing the images, she allowed me to view them. We made sure there were no identifying markings. We lay on the bed and examined her phone. It was enjoyable, and Nora was affectionate and playful. She enjoyed teasing me by kissing me and caressing me, then checking the lock to see it bulge against it. To join in the fun, she removed her clothing, revealing her beautiful body.

"Wow, you wore your white lingerie," I remarked genuinely.

Nora raised her palms, "Is this still our special time?"

Indeed, it was. The change of pace was amusing. I had never looked at my cock so much. I don't belittle myself when I say it's a decent size, not enormous but adequate. I felt so much larger since I had shaved there, where the internet stated it could be uncomfortable if I didn't.

Nora's top choice was prodding the little protrusions of skin around the shaft openings. It was like a stress toy for her, and she repeatedly asked if it hurt (no). When she touched the one portion of my shaft exposed to air, it felt wonderful.

"I feel like I'm incredibly concentrated on that sensation."

"Yes, I've read about that," she remarked as she observed the shaft's response. My erection felt hard, but it still had some give. It felt bigger than normal due to the device.

"Have you been reading a lot about this?"

"A little," she stated, watching the flesh move under her touch. I felt erect and supple but slightly yielding. It felt big because of the device.

Upon winning our playful argument, Nora engulfed my penis with her full mouth. My mind shut down. It felt like having my penis sucked, yet on both sides at once. I would've committed a crime for that woman. She kept her mouth tight for a minute, attempting to take a photo.

"How do they capture it on Tumblr?" she questioned after.

I laughed, "Tumblr! Oh my, eerily familiar."

After capturing the best photos, I no longer felt self-conscious yet still aroused.

My wife's only message to Ofélia was a simple "for your viewing pleasure xoxo" and a collection of my locked penis pictures.

To be honest, I was in a highly aroused state to find every detail highly erotic. Regarding my wife's message to Ofélia, I saw that they had discussed a highway closure that would negatively affect Nora's commute. This sent me into frenzy. The thought of all those women driving on the highway, holding the keys to another man while controlling him from a distance... late for work dominatrixes.

We sat on the bed and chatted casually. About four minutes later, my wife's best friend responded, "Oh my god, I can't believe you actually did this! Thank you so much, both to you and James."

I chuckled lightly and reclined, content with another successful conquest by my penis.

Nora sighed and placed the phone on her chest. "I love you babe," she whispered.

"I love you too, love." "I truly mean it. Not many men would do this for a friend. Your request was weird, and I'm grateful you allowed me to do this."

"It wasn't that bad."

"I guess it's intended to feel more comfortable after a week or so of no release."

I paused, "Uh, what?"

"Honey, the election is still a month away!" [

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