Rewritten title

The pandemic is to blame for my predicament. I have been locked in a chastity device for a month now and I don’t know when I will be free. Let me go back to the beginning of the story. I have been a wedding photgrapher for ten years. However, once the pandemic started, my contracts were all cancelled. Customers were cancelling their weddings and their was nothing I could do. I received some business interuption insurance, but that only lasted six months. I was then able to get some support from various government programs for another six months, however this did not cover all my expenses, including my studio. I had to find a way to reduce my expenses and make some money. Due to this, I negotiated a rent reduction with my landlord and had to layoff my assistant, Brenda. Not having an assistant, partially led to my current situation. My predicament started about a month ago when I received a call from a potential customer. Her name was Jennifer Johnson. The phone rang and I said “Hello, Photography by Steven, how can you help me?”. She blurted out, “Hi Steven, do you do boudoir photograhy?”. This question caught me by surprise. Usually people say hello and introduce themselves. She got right to the point. While I had done some boudoir photography a few times, I did not specialize in it. It requires investing in costumes, sets, and hiring a hair and makeup artist for the session. It also requires a calm photographer who can keep his excitement level under control in order to create beautiful portraits and not make the subject feel self concious or threatened. I responded, “I have done some in the past, but it has not been my main area of expertise. It requires an investment in costumes and sets. Why do you ask?” She said, “I’m sorry if I surprised you with my request. I have been stuck living as a hermit for almost a year now, and I want to surprise my husband with sexy, tasteful photos of me. However, every photographer who does it, has closed down due to the pandemic. When I called you, I expected that I would not reach you, so I came straight to the point due to my frustration and anxiety.” I said, “It’s no problem. The pandemic has caused all of us to become anxious and frustrated. Can you tell me your name?” She said, “Oh sorry. My name is Jennifer Johnson. As I said, I am looking for a photographer to do some boudoir photos of me to give to my husband as a gift. Can you do this type of photography?” I said, “I can do this, however, I don’t have the costumes and sets, or the funds to purchase them right now. Also I don’t know any hair and makeup artists who do this kind of work and who are even working now due to the pandemic.” She said, “I can supply my own costumes, so that is not a problem. As for sets, a chair and plain backdrop is sufficient. I don’t need a fancy set for the first session. If I do another session, we can do it in my home. It is beautifully decorated. Also, I used to be a makeup artist, so I can do my own makeup for photography. I will have to do my own hair, since the hair salons are closed now due to the pandemic. Do you have a standard rate or an estimate of what you charge for a session?” She said “first session”. That means she was considering more than one. This could be a carriage trade customer. Photographers are always on the lookout for high income customers, since that is where most of the money is. Yes, I was thinking with my money brain and thinking how I can milk a customer for as much as possible. I had to be careful to get the rate just right. Too high and it would scare her away, but too low, would not indicate confidence in my abilities and also might scare her away if she thought I was a cheap photographer, and not very good. There is a fine balance in any negotiation. I responded carefully, “My rate is $500 per hour for a studio session. That includes unretouched jpegs up to 600 pixels. Larger retouched images are extra”. I felt that this rate was fair and not too high and not too low. I hoped she would agree. She said, “That sounds reasonable. Since this is the pandemic, will you be able to keep your distance and wear a mask during the session? Also is your studio well ventilated? I don’t want to take an unreasonable risk.” I was happy to hear that she wanted to remain safe. I also wanted to keep safe and did not risk getting covid. I responded, “My studio is 15 by 20 feet. I use a long lens when photographing people, as it is more flattering. So I will always be a minimun of 10 feet away from you. And I will be double masked to ensure both of our safety.” She said, “That’s good. I am glad that you take safety seriously. Will you have a female assistant present for the shoot? I would be hesitant to be alone with you in the studio while I am half undressed and in a vulnerable position.” I felt like I had just been hit in the gut. Here was the first customer to enquire about hiring me in almost and year, and I was about to lose the job because I had to layoff my assistant. What dumb luck. I said, “Unfortunately, I had to layoff my assistant since business has been slow due to the pandemic. I assure you that I am very professional and would not abuse my position of trust with you.” She said doubtfully, “I hear what you are promising, however, I have heard that before from men, only to later regret giving them my trust. It has taken me many years to trust people in private situations and I don’t want to risk my well being with a stranger. I’m afraid I will have to look for another photographer unless you might consider and safety device.” I was confused. What kind of safety device could she propose that would protect her from me if I were to do anything to overpower her? I said, “What kind of device are you suggesting?” She asked hesitantly, “Are you familiar with chastity devices?”. I was floored. Here was the first potential customer I had in a year and she was asking if I would consider wearing a chastity device for her photo shoot. I had seen chastity devices in porn on the internet. They had intrigued me, but I was not interested in being submissive. I was unsure how to answer her, but I said, “I have seen photos of them. What are you proposing?” I figured I could hear her out and maybe try to convince her that it was unnecesary. She said, “Well, when I arrive, before I get changed into my costume, I will hand you a chastity device and an open lock. You will go put it on. Then you will come back and show me that it is on. I don’t need you to take your pants off, just lower your pants and underwear enough that I see the top of the device. Then I will close lock to ensure that it is locked. I will wear the key on a chain around my neck for the photo session. When the photo session is done and I have changed back into my regular clothes and I am ready to leave, I will use the key to unlock the lock. You can then go to the washroom and take off the device. You will put it in a bag and give it back to me. That way, I will be protected from any sexual advances you might try. If you do try something, it will take you too much time to try to unlock and give me a chance to get away.” I was dumbfounded. I wasn’t sure I wanted to give up control of my penis. However, I did need the business and felt I did not have much choice since it would only be locked for the time of the session, about one hour. I answered her. “This is the most unusual request I have ever had. However, considering the times we are in, I accept your terms. When would you like to book the session?” She said, “I am thrilled that you accept my condition. Are you available tomorrow at 1pm?” I said, “I am. I will be ready for you then.” She said, “Okay, great. I look forward to seeing you then. I am sure this will turn out to be beneficial for both of us. I do have one other small personal request to add. You don’t have to follow it and frankly I wouldn’t know if you didn’t follow it. Would it possible for you to refrain from masturbating between now

“And what about tomorrow’s session? I realize this is a deeply personal request, but knowing that you’ve held back will enhance the experience for me. It puts me in the right headspace.”

I was taken aback. My initial urge was to cancel the appointment and hang up immediately. Still, I needed the work and the paycheck. So I replied cautiously, “Your request feels too personal. I don’t feel compelled to answer it directly. However, I’m still keen on photographing you tomorrow regardless of your question, provided you’re interested.”

She responded, “I was worried my ask might be too intimate for a standard arrangement. You aren’t obligated to give an answer; just keep it in mind. I’d like our session to proceed as planned anyway. See you then.”

“Okay,” I said, “see you then.”

That evening, I searched online for chastity devices and discovered numerous results showcasing various models and usage scenarios. It amazed me how vibrant the user community was across different platforms. The idea of being locked by a keyholder stirred my arousal; it surprised even myself with its intensity. Excited, I began to handle things manually. My excitement built until I found myself edging. Then, Jennifer’s request came back to mind: do not masturbate. I wrestled with the decision—should I finish off on my own since she wouldn’t know for sure, or wait as requested? Having gone a few days without release, I was overdue. Ultimately, I decided against jerking off right then, reasoning that I could relieve myself tomorrow after Jennifer unlocked me and left the studio. This meant effectively edging throughout the entire day ahead of the session, which only heightened my excitement. That night, sleep eluded me slightly due to this state of high arousal; images of keyholders, devices, locked members, and various scenarios drifted through my mind.

The next morning I awoke feeling drained. To shake off the fatigue, I drank three espressos at breakfast. At the studio, I began preparing for the shoot: arranging lights, setting up the backdrop, and positioning the camera with its lens ready.

Jennifer arrived promptly at 1:00 pm, just as we had agreed upon. She stood around five foot two with a medium build. Her dark hair waved to about shoulder length. A mask covered her face, hiding her features and mouth, while her eyes were done up expertly with liner, shadow, and mascara.

“Hi Steven,” she said. “How are you today?”

“I’m good,” I replied. “Looking forward to your session. You don’t seem nervous, do you?”

“A little anxious,” she admitted, “but once we start working together, I’ll settle down.”

She handed me a bag and added, “Here is the chastity device. It’s a universal size with some adjustable parts. Installing it might take you a moment while I touch up my makeup.”

I opened the package to find a CB6000 model—exactly as seen online. Having read about its usage last night, I had a good idea of how to assemble and fit it.

“I’ll go put it on,” I said. “Since I researched it yesterday, hopefully it won’t take too long.”

She giggled. “Let’s hope so. It might be longer than you expect. You may want some ice nearby to help shrink your package enough for the device to close properly. Here is the lock—it’s already open—and here is the key on a chain around my neck.” She displayed the key to me.

“Make sure to insert the lock into its slot, but do not snap it shut completely yet,” she instructed. “I need to secure it myself to ensure you are truly locked in.”

Blushing behind my mask, I said, “Okay, I will do as you ask.” As I spoke, a shiver ran through me and my cock began to swell.

To be safe, I went to the studio fridge for ice in a glass before heading into the bathroom to fit the CB6000. Dropping my pants and underwear allowed my cock to spring free naturally. It quickly became apparent this would take more time than anticipated. Opening the box, I began sorting through the components. Fortunately, watching that instructional video last night proved useful because there were many pieces, which could easily become confusing. I managed to pick out the right spacers and assembled everything correctly.

Now my penis just needed to cooperate. Being still quite horny from the previous evening didn’t help much. I grabbed a towel filled with ice and pressed it against my scrotum to calm things down. Pulling up news on my phone helped distract me from my thoughts; reading about economic conditions stemming from the pandemic and various global stimulus packages did wonders for distracting my member.

Eventually, I managed to assemble the device over my penis and thread the lock through its hole. Putting my underwear, pants, and shoes back on, I emerged from the bathroom.

In reception, Jennifer was waiting. “Is everything okay?” she asked in her soft, sweet voice.

“It’s a bit strange,” I replied, “but not painful. Some people online say they wear these for up to a month at a time! That seems incredible.”

“You’d be surprised what men will do when excited or pressured,” Jennifer said with knowing insight. “I know of several who keep chasity devices on for extended periods.”

“So you have experience? Are you a keyholder for men?” I asked, slightly incredulous.

“I hold some keys… but those are private arrangements not open to discussion,” she replied. “Have you threaded the lock? Are you ready for me to close it securely?”

“Yes, the lock is in place, though I’m still unsure if I am mentally prepared,” I answered hesitantly.

“It will be fine,” she reassured me. “You’ll do well. Just let me know if any sharp pain occurs. Mild discomfort is normal; actual pain suggests a problem that might require removing the device.”

I pulled down my pants and underwear to expose the lock. She reached out, touching it carefully while keeping a safe distance despite us both wearing double masks. Her fingers held each side of the mechanism, jiggling it slightly to confirm stability before snapping it shut.

As she locked me in, I felt an immediate rush of emotions as my penis tried to harden within the cage almost instantly. The pressure was simultaneously uncomfortable and pleasant, accompanied by a wave of horniness that took over my body.

“By the way,” she added, “did you masturbate last night after asking for abstinence?”

My face turned beet red; even above the mask, it showed clearly.

Stuttering slightly, I said, “Uh… well, I’m not sure if I should tell you that.”

“I already know,” she responded knowingly. Her eyes revealed a smug expression beneath her mask as she read my reaction to both closing the lock and hearing your question.”

Composing myself quickly, I invited Jennifer to use the washroom to change clothes and finish applying makeup for the shoot. She thanked me and took her bag inside.

Now alone, I was happy to re-compose myself and focus on the photo session. Testing lighting with my flash meter and prefocusing the camera onto the prop chair helped ground me. Moving around in a chastity device felt new; bending down required care because my balls hung lower than usual and risked getting pinched between my trousers and the device. The preparation work had calmed my nerves, allowing my erection to subside.

Jennifer took about twenty minutes readying herself inside. When she emerged, she cracked open the door slightly to call out where I stood in the studio, wanting to ensure I was at a safe distance since her mask was off. Telling her I remained near the camera gave her a clear path to the shooting area.

Walking toward the background chair, she stepped into view. Her appearance truly blew me away. While average dressed normally, in costume she looked phenomenal—possessing a beautiful, warm smile that radiated friendliness.

Her teeth were straight. Her makeup and hair suited the shoot perfectly. Photography makeup requires more powder to highlight the eyes and facial structure, preventing lights from washing out features. She clearly knew how to apply her makeup for photography.

Her costume was exquisite: a full-length boned corset with a black lace bodice and red lace cups covering her breasts. Her bust was just right, roughly C-cup sized. The corset had six attached garters holding up fully fashioned silk stockings that seemed like they were made of silk. She wore four-inch Christian Louboutin black patent leather pumps with their signature red soles. A lace thong barely covered her mound, which appeared shaved beneath it. Over this, she wore a sheer short fine mesh skirt that did little to hide her behind.

My penis wanted to jump to attention, but the chastity device held it back. While I have always tried to be a polite gentleman and would never have harassed her, I can understand why she asked me to wear one. Many other men might have taken liberties with such an enticingly dressed woman.

Jennifer asked, “Do you like my outfit? Do you think it will photograph well?”

I was speechless with desire but had to control myself. My engorging penis brought me back to reality as pressure built in my balls from the pulling sensation. I took a deep breath and answered in a scratchy voice, “You look gorgeous. I am sure the pictures will be amazing!”

“Really? You think so? Your not just saying that to be nice I hope?” she queried.

“I am blown away by how great you look. Let’s get started. Let’s start with some head shots and then move to mid length and then full body. That way, you can get comfortable in your costume, before we actually start showing it off.”

I started with a 150mm lens for her closeup. I had her angle and tilt towards the light, then back the other way, followed by an over-the-shoulder look. Concentrating on the photography helped me focus on the task at hand, and my penis started to relax. This helped me relax and enjoy the session.

We then moved on to the mid-length shots, composing her from her thighs to her head. Then I asked her to turn her back to me and look over her shoulder at the camera. She gave a soft smile, followed by a pouty lip expression. I asked her to bend over slightly to show off her ass. Her thong peeked out from under her skirt. My penis started to rise again and the chastity device tightened. I groaned a little.

“Are you alright?”, Jennifer asked concerned.

“Yes, but I bent the wrong way and the cage got a little tight.”, I stammered.

“Do you want to take a break? Do you need some time to relax?”, she asked.

“No, it’s ok, I think we should continue. I don’t think time will make it better. I will just have to grit my teeth through it.”

“Okay, just let me know if it gets painful. I don’t want you to be in pain.”

“Thanks, I think I’ll be okay. Let’s keep going. Let’s try some full length shots.”

Jennifer then posed with her hands on her waist and feet spread apart. Then she crossed her legs and stood with one foot in front of the other. Then she turned and leaned forward, lifted her skirt, stuck out her ass, arched her back while twisting her head to look straight at the camera with a sexy stare and slightly parted pouty lips.

This pose caused my penis to swell in its prison and pull really hard on my balls. I groaned and almost doubled over in pain, but not before taking the shot.

“Are you ok? Are you sure we should keep going? Or do you think we have enough good shots?”, Jennifer asked again.

“Why don’t we take a break and I’ll show you what I have taken so far on the studio tv”, I answered.

“That’s a good idea”, Jennifer agreed.

I rolled the studio monitor into the shooting area and sat at the keyboard. We were able to keep our distance since the monitor is large and the keyboard is wireless. I went through the shots, and Jennifer was impressed with the variety. I was calming down and looking forward to removing the chastity device.

She said, “I think you captured the look I was going for. Are you happy with the shots or are there any other angles you would still like to shoot?”

“I think these are good. I can’t think of anything to add. I think we’re done, unless you want something else”, I answered.

“I think these are fine. I will go get changed now and put on my mask. Thanks for the great work”. She said.

Jennifer went to get changed, while I cleaned up the studio. Putting away the equipment allowed my penis to relax and give my balls some relief. I thought about how men who wear chastity devices all the time manage to deal with the constant erection attempts and tightness in their balls. I never realized how often I might get erections throughout my work until I wore this device.

Jennifer came out of the washroom fully dressed and masked. We went into the reception area to finish our transaction. I copied her photos to a USB key. I did not want to email them, to prevent them from being stolen if one of our email accounts gets hacked.

“How should I pay you? Credit card or etransfer?”, she asked.

“Etransfer is better for me so I don’t have to pay credit card fees”, I answered.

“I am very happy with the photos. How much would you charge to come to my home for another session? The furniture and backgrounds in my home would help create more of a storytelling atmosphere. What do you think?” she asked.

“I think that would be a wonderful idea. The charge would be $1000 for a location session. When would you like to schedule the session?”, I asked.

“How about tomorrow afternoon? My husband will be out, so it will be a nice surprise to add to this session. Are you avaialble”?

“Considering its the pandemic, I am available”, I joked.

“Great, it’s a date. Let’s do 1:00 pm again”, she said.

“Ok. I’ll put it on my schedule. Now about the chastity device, can I get the key to unlock it now?” I asked.

“Oh… Since you’re coming to my house tomorrow, and I will be alone there too, I don’t feel safe letting you in my house without you wearing the chastity device. How about you wear it until after tomorrow’s session, and then I can give you the key to take home and remove the device at your home?” she asked.

I was taken aback. I was concerned about being in the device all night. I wasn’t sure that I could handle it considering the discomfort I had experienced during the photo shoot. On the other hand, I needed the money and the work. It was good work, Jennifer was attractive and fun and the work was creative.

“I am not sure I can stay in this device all night. I experienced some discomfort during the shoot.”, I answered.

“Were you in pain or just discomfort? Why were you in discomfort? Did you try to get hard during the shoot because I turned you on?” she asked accusingly.

I was a little shocked at her question, but really shouldn’t have been, since she had been softly playing the domme all along. While I did not want to be submissive, I felt ashamed.

I looked down and said softly, “yes I was a little turned on by how you looked during the shoot and how you posed. I am concerned that I won’t be able to handle a night of the device.”

“Why won’t you be able to handle it? Are you going to look at my photos again after I leave and masterbate to them? Are you going to look at porn tonight and masterbate to that? Are you a weak man who has to masterbate every night?” she asked angrily.

“No! ” I snapped at her.

“Don’t use that tone with me! If you want to remove the device, I will give you the key now and you can remove it. Then we’ll cancel tomorrow’s session and I won’t hire you again.” she snapped back.

I realized that if I didn’t want to lose a high paying client, then I better agree to her wishes as uncomfortable as they may be. I could put up with a little discomfort for one night in order to earn another $1000. What was my problem anyway! I was being childish and cutting off my nose

to spite my face. One night of discomfort and no masterbation in order to earn a living. That can’t be so bad. I responded meekly, “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I don’t want to cancel tomorrow’s session. I will wear the device until after tomorrow’s session.” “I’m not sure you are being sincere. If you want to still have tomorrow’s session, then ask me nicely to keep you locked in your chastity device until I am willing to release you.” she said sternly. I was confused, torn and desperate. Part of me wanted to be done with her so I could masterbate since it had been at least four days since my last orgasm. The other part of me needed the work and the money. I also felt that I needed to be accepted by her, even though I had just met her. She seemed to have a hold on me. I decided to accept her conditions. “Please keep me locked in the chastity device until after tomorrow’s photo session.” I said softly, accepting my fate. I suddenly felt relieved and good about myself. “Ok”, she said, “was that so hard? Now we can move forward with our professional relationship. I will see you tomorrow”. With that, she turned around and left the studio. I stood there, dumbfounded as to what just happened. I just finished a boudoir photo shoot, and was left locked in a chasity device with no possible release until tomorrow. I guess I will have to learn to cope with this thing. The story will continue hopefully.