Jackie Fox

Author's Note: Before consenting, always understand the contract. My name is Tina. I found out about chastity belts from my former boyfriend, “Chad.” His first chastity belts were plastic devices. Designed to fit behind his ball sack, they had a plastic penis shaped thing that he forced his penis in. The whole thing fit together like a puzzle device. It had a place to put a little lock through to hold it all together. The only problem was once his penis was tired out or cold, it would shrivel up and he could pull everything out, even when locked shut. So while it was fun to play with, it really did not work for long term chastity. ...

Author's Note: This story is about medical bondage. Diapers are used, but it is not the main idea of the story. Instead, the diapers are used as a way to keep Mike locked in his medical bondage that much longer. When Grace died, I thought my world had crashed down around me. We grew up together, were high school sweethearts and continued together into college. I graduated the top of my class and Grace accepted my hand in marriage. We traveled together to Graduate School where I pursued my Masters and Ph.D. Grace worked as a registered home health nurse. We had two children and I started working as a researcher and writer. As the children grew, we played and prayed and weathered the bumps of life and grew ever closer. When the children grew up and left the house for their own lives , Grace and I started playing with each other all over again, just as we had when we were kids. We enjoyed each others laugh and struggles and predicaments. One night, when Grace mentioned she missed having a baby around to feed and diaper and play with, I casually replied, “Well you can always diaper and play with me if you want.” She laughed at that. I didn’t think much more about it. ...

Author's Note: While this is a work of fiction, it is rooted in fact. There are jumpsuits designed for people who tend to undress at inappropriate times. There are prison jumpsuits that lock on. There are hospitals and psychiatric units attempting to give dementia patients a better outcome by incorporating new ideas into their treatment plans. I am not attempting to make fun of anyone who has dementia or any one of the hundreds of variations of the disease, or any other psychiatric disorder. I have great empathy for those individuals and their families who struggle every day to maintain some semblance of normality. Additionally, it is well known that people who are incarcerated for long periods of time are at increased risk of dementia and Alzheimers. I have no idea if people in the courts are considering anything like this to help prisoners with dementia, but I hope programs in place are actually working. This is a work of fiction. Please do not think of it as anything but fiction. ...

Author's Note: This story is based on the vacation I wish I could take. Once Shelly gets home, things really change, but that’s for follow-up chapters! Chapter One It finally happened; my wife left me – on vacation – but not before she took everything I owned and put it all in storage. Well, not everything perhaps, but everything anyone would normally associate with being a man. Of course I agreed to it. I even helped pack all my male clothing and left nothing for an emergency because this was something I had wanted for a long time. ...