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It all hit the fan last night. Miss A came home to find me in my collar, naked, preparing dinner.
“Evening Chastityboy,” she said breezily as she sat down at the kitchen table.
“Good Evening, Miss” I replied.
As she watched me cooking she commented on my nice, tight little arse which made me blush (funny how even when your stark naked a comment like that can embarrass) and made me come over so she could check my device was securely in place. She gave it a good, painful tug and smiled saying, “No more accidents then?”
During dinner she told me she new I hadn’t really slipped out but had really tried to escape. I foolishly admitted it and she just sighed, looking at me and said, “You know what that means don’t you? The way things are going you’ll never get unlocked. Now fetch the spatula.”
I stood in front of her, with my legs slightly apart, she lifted my cock cage to give her access to my balls, being pushed up and out by the cuff of the CB3000 and gave me a really severe slap with it. I gasped but made sure not to let out a yelp of pain. Five more followed . equally as severe and I was glad it was over, thanking her for my punishment.
“Oh it’s not over yet Chastityboy,” she responded. “Lying to me and trying to escape deserves double punishment.” And another hard slap from the spatula fell on my poor, swollen balls. After the twelve strokes I thought my balls were on fire and had to hobble about like a cowboy.
“And you can forget about going to the gig tomorrow.”
We had tickets for a concert and had both been looking forward to it since before Christmas. To be honest I was totally gutted and could have kicked myself for being stupid.
As I washed up the dinner things she used her mobile to call her best mate, Catherine.
“Hi darling, I was wondering if you still wanted to go to the concert tomorrow.” I heard her say.
After a pause she said, “Oh poor little Paul isn’t very well…I know…yes…he was really looking forward to it to.”
She tapped me on the arm and pointed at a pile of washing as she walked out of the kitchen, still on the phone to Catherine. She pretty much ignored me for the rest of the evening, except for telling me to go to bed at 10.30pm…after again putting a sexy video on for her. She’s really getting into the swing of being a tease!
I only have myself to blame though. I know that and it just makes me more determine to start getting things right.
I had a good nights sleep – first this year so things are looking up on that front. The swelling in my testicles has gone down a bit, so it looks like Miss was right about getting used to it. I’ve just got to learn not to put a foot wrong!
Originally posted 2008-03-23 04:30:02. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Several years ago after many failed experiments with the drugs that are supposed to cure erectile dysfunction, my husband approached me about experimenting with enforced male chastity as a possible alternative medicine treatment for this problem.
Initially I was dead set against locking him to treat his problem. After a while and the fact that he had already purchased a CB 3000 I reluctantly agreed.
My only comment was, You must realize that I will control the keys and thus your sex. Once we start there will be no backing out You get released only when I say so?
He eagerly agreed and after several weeks of experimenting with the right size rings and spacers he was in 24/7 lockup.
Right away I began discovering the benefits, I was cuddled, hugged, kissed , massaged and treated with little gifts and flowers. I no longer had to ask him to help me with household chores.
Oh, because he must sit to urinate the commode seat is always down and the area around the commode is clean, meaning there are no drips of urine around it or on it.
He is kept locked up in the CB6000 24/6.
He prefers to use an extra long locking pin and a spacer this is so he can hook the waistband elastic of his underwear under it to support the tube.
In discovering more about enforced male chastity I discovered a device, known as a Her Delight on the Keptforher website. This device, a penis shaped dildo, was originally designed and as prosthesis for men with erectile dysfunction that for whatever reason could not be treated with drugs.
Even though our experiment, namely using the CB6000 as a treatment for erectile dysfunction was definitely working very well, I decide to order a her Delight from the website, Keptforher.
My husband did not know about the Her Delight until one day when I asked him to give me an orgasm with it. After using his hands (and tongue) to get my juices flowing he stroked the Her Delight in and out of me until I had a great orgasm.
I told him that it was good, but I wanted GREAT I wanted a way to attach the Her Delight to the tube of his CB6000 so that our session would be more personal. Rather than moving a dildo back and forth he would be screwing me.
He spent time in his workshop for 2 days and then one evening announced I have found the way to unit a CB6000 and a Her Delight. This way I will be screwing you with my body even though my cock is locked up. In spite of the frustration of being unable to cum myself my reward will be seeing and feeling you cum?
He turned around to reveal that he had the Her Delight secured to the CB6000. Do you want to test it? He pleaded.
I grabbed the Her delight, pulled, pushed it. Everything moved as a unit. Good, its testing time? I answered as I grabbed the Her Delight and led him off to our bedroom. We cuddled and he teased and tormented me until my pussy was dripping and I begged him, Come on, lets do IT!?
He hopped on and stroked away as I ran through 3 great orgasms.
Remember that he never had an orgasm no matter how long or hard he screwed me.
He was still ready to go but my pussy was getting tender and after the third orgasm I told him, I love this, but Im getting sore, lets save some for another night.
Be backed out and cut the cable ties he had securing the Her Delight to the CB6000 and washed it.
I announced, I hereby change the name to My delight.
This has been our best sex toy ever, I get multiple orgasms whenever I want and he gets exercise and the reward of seeing me more in love with him than ever and Oh, yes every Sunday he is rewarded with a release as he gives me an orgasm.
Not only does he seem to enjoy the torment and frustration as his cock cant hard and he cannot hard an orgasm while he is locked in the CB6000.
His energy level is increasing so I can tell that his testosterone level is increasing.
Anyway we are enjoying the Her Delight, now know in our household as the MY DELIGHT.
Here he is safely locked up but ready to give me a great orgasm. He is MY SEX TOY as you can see his cock is under my control
Originally posted 2009-01-09 13:00:22. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Of course it was St Valentines Day last Tuesday. I had intended to take Miss A out to an expensive restaurant called Rosies, but Chris had already asked her out for the evening. However we agreed that we would have our Valentines Day on Wednesday – as Miss A pointed out this would be even more special, because everyone else celebrated theirs on the 14th, whilst we would be the only two to celebrate on the 15th.
Miss A was obviously excited about spending their St Valentines night together and left work early to get ready (she does take a year to get ready, even though she is so beautiful to start with!!!)
He’d sent her red roses to our house, which had been taken in by our neighbour. I thought we’d agreed roses were tacky, especially on Valentines day, but it appears Chris can do know wrong so she got me to put them in a glass vase next to the TV.
She had decieded to wear the short black satin dress she had worn for him before so I ironed it gently whilst she was in the shower ( it gets creased pretty easily). I helped her into her black satin basque, doing up the 12 hooks at the back, she then sat on the bed and I rolled the stockings up her soft, smooth and gorgeous legs, so she could clip them to the suspenders. In this position I had her pussy inches from my face. She usually keeps it neatly trimmed, but she had shaven herself totally clean as a Valentine suprise for Chris.
“Would you like to kiss my pussy?” she asked me gently.
“Yes Miss A,” I answered, almost whispering.
I leaned forward and couldn’t believe she let me kiss her in her most intimate place. I must be one of the luckiest men alive. I later thought perhaps I should have done more, but it just doesn’t seem to be right or something I would do now, and would certainly be disrespectful, not only to Miss A, but to Chris too.
She giggled when she asked if not wearing any knickers whould be sexy or just slutty. I assured her it was most definetly sexy.
I wanted to watch her do her hair and make-up, not just because I could watch her for hours but so I could learn more, but I suppose she felt a bit self-concious at me gawping at her every move, so I was sent to watch TV after I’d zipped up the back of her dress.
I looked at the card that had come with the flowers, which says “To My Darling Angelina…the most beautiful woman in all Christendom…All My Love, Chris xxx”
I couldn’t help but think he may be a “stallion” in bed but he’s hardly one of the worlds poets.
When the taxi arrived to pick her up she looked absolutely stunning. To be honest I think I was almost as excited as her, especially knowing that there was only two men in the world who would know what she had on underneath, and what she didn’t have on underneath, her dress! Even though I was dressed as a girl I carried her overnight back out to the taxi for her and we had a little hug as I told her to have a great night.
We had a lovely Valentines Night together the following evening. We both dressed up, with me in a little black shift dress we had got, and both felt and looked pretty sexy.
Chris had again marked her neck a couple of times the previous evening. To be honest I don’t really like it at all, and wish he wouldn’t, but didn’t mention anything because it would spoil our evening. It’s also really nothing to do with me, but can’t help feeling it’s partly a message to me (or that may just be my ego).
After a three-course meal which Miss A adored, we gave each other our love tokens. I’d bought her a platinum and diamond necklace which I helped her put on, but I couldn’t believe it when I unwrapped a beautiful black corset. It took us a while to work out how the lacing went up the back (you’d think they would do that for you) especially when the instructions were in German, but with some adjusting we got there in the end. Perhaps eating a large meal first wasn’t such a good idea, and even with the lacing got spaced out I could hardly breath. Another tip is to put your stockings on first, because there was no way I could reach down, but Miss A thankfully put them on for me.
It did feel good when she put her hands around my waist and gave me a long hug, telling me I looked fantastic. We went into the bedroom and I looked in the mirror to see my waste alot smaller than normal. It is quite uncomfortable but does look incredible. Even with the laces adjusted it is still quite tricky to get into, if I lay on the bed I can just about pull the steel clasps over the hooks.
We then spent the eveing watching the film “The Talented Mr. Ripley”, and both agreed that Jude Law is far sexier than Matt Damon. I even admitted I thought he was “gorgeous” which made Miss A laugh and me blush. I don’t know what it is about him, but he does look too good to touch, but it may just be this film. I knew his name but had never seen any of his films before. Miss A joked she knew what to get me for my birthday.
Chris had to go up to Manchester for the weekend, although he did call Miss A on all three nights. She said she wished she’d gone with him, which I suppose I understand, but I am glad she didn’t; three nights is different to one. So I had her to myself for the whole weekend. She had intended to go out with Catherine but it was rained off.
He’s back today so she’s going out with him, Catherine and Tony. This may sound funny but it doesn’t really make me feel jealous at all now, just a bit lonely. Chris sounds a nice guy and they do have a great time together so why should I be jealous? She’ll always come back to me.
Originally posted 2008-04-09 04:00:36. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
When we went to bed Miss allowed me to snuggle up and then started asking me about my feelings about being locked up. To be honest I am starting to get used to wearing it, and realised I haven’t had an erection for over a week – well obviously not for 19 days, but I haven’t even been slightly aroused, my cock seems to have shrunk slightly and is just dormant, almost like it’s hibernating. May sound odd but in away it’s quite a relief because the POI don’t dig into me so much and I can’t really feel them. I also confessed the CB-3000 now feels almost a part of me. I know it’s on, I see it most of the time in the evenings/weekend and I’ve began to feel it is a sign and proof of my love and commitment to Miss. I actually feel proud that I now “belong” to Miss.
She was delighted. I even got a small kiss on the cheek!
“Good, she said, I’d noticed you didn’t seem to be getting excited so much, not even when I cleaned you on Sunday.”
After a slight pause she added, “Which is why I was thinking perhaps you should remain locked…permanently?”
I don’t know how or why but I simply replied, “If that’s what you want…”
As soon as I said it my heart began to sink. I’m not ready for this to get so serious, I thought. I reassured myself that she couldn’t be serious and was just teasing me.
However what she said next really began to terrify and worry me.
“I was also thinking that … well if you’re kept locked … I should take a lover.”
“No way,” I replied, “What the fuck are you talking about, I’m not letting you shag someone else.”
“You’re not letting me?” she mocked. “You’re not letting me? That’s a joke. I don’t think you’re in any position to tell me what to do or stop me.”
She thought for a second before continuing.
“Look, you’re now chaste, right?” I cautiously agreed.
“And to be honest you were never that much of a lover were you?”
I was dumbfounded. When you’ve lived with someone for almost a year and never even heard so much of a word of complaint you wonder where all this is coming from.
“Well you are on the small side ‘down there’ and have always finished before most guys have got started.”
I couldn’t belief I was hearing all this shit, but there is NO WAY she is sleeping around. This little game has to stop.
“Well you’re just been selfish, something else you’ve always been. I have needs and desires.” She replied, “And I need a man.”
She pushed me away, turned over and turned off the light.
“Can you please just think about it?” she asked snottily.
I didn’t answer. Part of me was (and still is) fuming, part of me is scared and part of me is jealous as hell of the thought of another guy fucking my woman. It’s simply not going to happen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Originally posted 2008-03-25 07:30:48. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
My chastity came about one afternoon when my girlfriend caught me wearing a pair of her panties while masturbating. She was furious because I soiled the panties and because I wasted a perfectly good erection jacking off. (She later shared that my lovemaking had recently left something to be desired anyway.)
I was immediately the object of her rage and she ordered me to submit to being handcuffed and blindfolded. I then had all of my clothes cut off me and was led to the back of her SUV whereupon she drove me to a friend’s house some miles away.
The friend turned out to be a wickedly sadistic older lady who took me down to her basement, slapped a temporary chastity device on me, and padlocked me me into a small dog cage.
I was told by her that she would be “boarding me” at the request of my girlfriend and that a permanent, custom, chastity belt would be fitted on me in a couple of weeks.
My cut off clothes were then burnt in front of me and I was told that the entire duration of my boarding (several months) would be endured completely naked.
Her cage was then shoved back into a hole in the wall and a heavy iron door was closed and locked over the opening.
The last thing I heard was my girlfriend and her friend laughing at my plight as they turned off the lights and walked up the stairs.
Originally posted 2009-08-25 21:51:57. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Linda had been my girlfriend since seventh grade. I loved her so much. I’d do anything for her.
.I’d never pressured to have sex with me. And I’d held myself pure for her sake.
It hadn’t been easy. And it was getting worse. That was one reason I decided to propose to her.
I was still on my knees waiting to her here response. She smiled down at me.
“What a good boy you are Eddie. I figured it wouldn’t be long before you did the right thing.”
Figuring that meant yes I started to rise. She pressed the back of my neck, holding me down and told me to wait.
She went to her dressing table and brought back a small box.
“I’ll wear your engagement ring if you’ll wear this for me.”
“Sure, whatever you want,” I never could refuse her anything.
I thought she’d show me a ring but it was a jumble of plastic and metal.
“I know you mean to always be true to me. But a girl has to make sure. This is a chastity belt for a man. You will lock yourself up and I will hold the key.”
I was stunned. This wasn’t what I expected.
“I know you masturbate. Don’t blush. You are a male and can’t help it. But if I am to be your wife you should save it all for me.”
We couldn’t possibly marry for a couple of years!
“Will you do this for me. Don’t worry, when my husband and are well behaved I’m sure to let you out at least once every month or two. Probably at least a couple of times on our honeymoon. Don’t you want to do this for me?”
I never could say no to her. Not even now.
Originally posted 2008-05-11 16:16:41. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
I got home last night, undressed and put my collar on, determined to make Miss happy with my behaviour after we had our heart-to-heart on Sunday. When she got home I was just beginning to prepare dinner.
“I’ve got a little surprise for you.” She announced.
My heart sank into the pit of my stomach. She’s very beautiful and very sexy but surely she hadn’t found a beau so quickly. Thankfully it wasn’t quite that bad.
“I let slip to Catherine about your locked status and she’s coming to dinner to see for her self.”
Not as bad as becoming a cuckold but still a shock.
“I thought…well…that this was between us?” I asked/implored.
“Oh don’t be silly Chastityboy. It’s only Cath and she won’t tell anyone.” Miss reassured me.
When the doorbell went my heart was pounding so heart I thought it would burst out like the scene from Alien. I heard Catherine’s voice and then the kitchen door opened, followed by a fit of giggles, from both Catherine and Miss.
“Oh! My! God!” Catherine started, “What have you done to him?”
“What, Chastityboy? He’s all locked-up like a good little boy. Isn’t that right Tony?” Miss asked.
“Yes Miss,” I replied meekly, feeling my cheeks burning in embarrassment.
“Miss? You have got him well trained. Would he call me Miss as well.” Catherine asked, still giggling.
“Chastityboy?” Miss asked.
“Yes Miss,” I again replied, but this time to Catherine.
Catherine moved closer to have a look at my cock cage.
“Can I touch it?” she asked Miss.
“Go ahead, give it a good tug.”
“He really is all locked-up, isn’t he?” Catherine said, pulling and twisting the CB-3000.
I made dinner for them and returned to the kitchen to eat my own, and then spent the rest of the evening serving them wine, or sat on the floor next to the sofa as they chatted. At one point Catherine asked, “So how often is ‘Chastityboy’ let out of his plastic willy thing then?”
“Let out? Oh he isn’t.” came the reply.
“What not at all? How long as he been locked-up then?”
“Well remember New Years Eve? Whilst you were seeing it in we were upstairs in the bathroom locking him in.”
“Oh my god! That’s incredible. So don’t you miss…well…sex.” Catherine asked Miss.
“Well I’ve been using my trusty plastic friend so far, but Chastityboy and I have decided I should start seeing other guys. Isn’t that right Chastityboy?”
“Yes Miss” I again answered meekly.
Miss then went on to list all my inadequacies, which made Catherine laugh out loud till she started to choke.
“As it happens,” Catherine said excitedly, “Tony’s (her partner) mate Chris has just spilt-up with his girlfriend. Do you remember him from the party, did most of the Djing?”
“Oh yes, so he’s single now then?”
“Tell you what,” Catherine continued, “I’ll give him a call tomorrow and see if he’s free for a meal at the weekend. Tony’s free for the first Saturday in ages, we could make it a cosy little foursome.”
My heart had already sank, but when Miss agreed, adding it was a great idea, I just wanted to die.
I helped Catherine into her coat as she was leaving, and she turned to Miss, “Oh I’ve got that magazine in he car. I’ll just go and fetch it for you.”
“Don’t be silly, Chastityboy will go with you and get it.” Miss said.
The next thing I know I was out on the freezing pavement following Catherine to her car, still naked. Thankfully she was only parked five cars down but I was terrified looking up and down the street – thankfully it was late and the street was empty. I stepped in a puddle as we got to her car so my feet were now wet as well as cold.
“I think it’s a little odd what you two are up to, but Angelina seems happy than I’ve seen her in ages.” She told me, whilst I just wanted to scream GET THE MAGAZINE YOU STUPID BITCH!
Once she’d found her car keys and opened the door I was desperate, worried that someone would turn the corner and start walking up the street.
She handed me the magazine and slapped me on my left buttock.
“There you go Chastityboy, be a good little boy.” She said with a huge grin on her face.
“Thank you Miss” I replied before rushing back to the house as quickly as possible, my heart racing and my body shaking – from both the cold and from fear.
Originally posted 2008-03-27 08:00:47. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Saturday
Miss had an appointment at the hairdressers in the afternoon and looked fantastic. She’d also bought a little black satin dress and took it into the bedroom to get changed. Although I was suppose to be cleaning the kitchen I couldn’t resist going and ‘checking’ on her. She was sat on the bed in her dressing gown and I noticed the black satin basque I’d bought her lying on the bed. Her birthday is at the beginning of May and she’d only worn it for me once saying she had to be “in the right mood” and it wasn’t very comfortable.
“You’re not wearing that are you, Miss” I asked a bit put out that she was considering wearing it for this guy we hardly knew.
“Well it goes with my new dress.” Was all she replied.
It did have an advantage because I have to help her put it on. And as she took her dressing gown off and turned her back to me I got a glimpse of the side of her breast. She has smallish B cup breasts but they are a perfect shape.
As I did the hooks up the back for her I wondered what sort of mad sadist deigns women’s clothes. I hadn’t even spent a week in lingerie and it is so uncomfortable I hate it; it cuts into you and needs adjusting constantly.
Miss then sent me from the room whilst she finished getting ready. Usually it takes her an age to get ready, but as she’d already decided what to wear, and had her hair done I figured we’d have a couple of hours together before she left for the evening. Wrong. Almost an hour later I knocked on the bedroom door and opened it. She was STILL doing her make-up and back in her dressing gown. She told me to go away.
She had a taxi booked or 7.30pm and the doorbell went just after and she called to me to let him know she’d be there in a minute. I opened the door a little and called out “Be there in a minute”.
When she came into the front room she looked absolutely stunning and elegant. The dress was low cut and mid-thigh length so she was showing some but not too much leg. I knew that like me she was wearing stockings, but for entirely different reasons – hers were to excite, mine were to embarass and humiliate. They were both working.
It suddenly hit me that she’d gone to all this effort for another man, not for me. I knew I couldn’t just let her leave.
“Please, don’t go.” I pleaded. “I can cook us a nice meal and we can stay in tonight.”
“Don’t be silly, you know I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” She replied. “And I can’t let Cath and Tony down after going to all the effort of inviting us round for a meal.”
“But I don’t want you to go, please” I said taking hold of her hand.
She pulled her hand away, “Well I want to go. Look you agreed to this and it’s going to happen whatever you say.”
Just then the taxi driver sounded his horn.
“Look I’m already late. I’ll see you later, OK?”
She opened the door and just before closing it turned round and said “It’ll be alright, I promise you. Don’t wait up.”
She was gone. I pulled the curtain aside and watched her get into the taxi and get driven away.
I did some washing and ironing and settled down to watch the TV but couldn’t really concentrate. All I could think about was Miss sitting down to dinner with Catherine, Tony and Chris; laughing and flirting and enjoying herself whilst I was sat here in front of the TV. I was sure they’d be laughing at my expense and I started to get pretty upset thinking about what they be saying. I already knew Tony’s opinion of me.
I went to bed at about 2 – Miss still wasn’t home and my mind was going into overdrive and I could only imagine what was happening. I tried to sleep but my mind just kept turning over and over. Would she be kissing him…or worse still?!
It was almost four when I heard her come in and go straight to the bathroom. I heard the shower and about 20 minutes later the bedroom door quietly open. I was going to pretend to be asleep but I wanted to speak to her, to make sure she was OK, to make sure we were OK.
“Hello,” is all I could think to say (genius I know).
“Are you still awake?” Miss answered, yawning.
She slipped her dressing gown off and climbed into bed.
“I was worried about you, are you OK?”
“I’m more than OK, I’m great, but I’m really tired.”
I noticed a mark on her neck and realised she had a love bite. Even early in our relationship she’d always stopped me giving her love bites saying they looked cheap and tarty and now she had one on her neck.
“Did he bite you, oh god and you sure you’re OK?”
“Oh these she said,” moving the collar on her pyjama top to show she actually had two.
“We got so carried away I didn’t even realise he was doing it.” She said with a giggled before leaning over and turning off the bedside light.
I moved closer to cuddle into me but she gently pushed me away.
“I’m exhausted, can we just sleep?” she asked.
“I just need to know, did he…” I trail off, feeling embarrassed and stupid.
“Did we sleep together? Is that what you want to know? Yes we did…well we didn’t sleep but you know what I mean.”
I could help myself and started to sob, even though I was biting my lip and trying to stop.
I heard her sigh in exasperation and the table lamp came back on.
“Look what did you expect? Chris and I slept together. You must have known it was going to happen.”
“I thought you were just teasing me…and you hardly know him.”
“I know him a lot better now,” she said sarcastically. “And this isn’t about you, when will you understand that?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just that I love you so much. I don’t want to lose you.”
“You’re not going to lose me, silly boy,” she replied, sitting up. “Look, come here.”
She pulled me into the pit of her arm and opened. “Would you like a suckle.”
It was something we’d always loved doing in the past; me lying on her arm, gently sucking and suckling on her breast and I couldn’t believe she’d actually offered.
“Be careful my nipples are a bit sore.”
Miss actually had another love bite just above her nipple but I didn’t say anything and just gently took her nipple into my mouth.
“I may have slept with Chris, but I came home to you. I need you just as much as you need me. So put all this silly thoughts out of your head.”
We stayed like that for some time, silent, enjoying the warmth and tenderness of each other’s bodies, before Miss said we should go to sleep now.
To be honest my mind had been working over time and I was as worn out as her.
Sunday
I woke early and decided to surprise her with breakfast in bed. When I took the tray in she’d just woken and I sat on the bed and told her how beautiful she was. She smiled, “Even with my love bites, or despite them?”
“Even with them,” I replied.
Later that day I had my hands cuffed behind my back for my weekly clean. Once Miss had soaped me down and cleaned me she commented on the fact that again this week I hadn’t “tried to get hard”.
“It’s funny it looks even smaller now, compared to Chris’s.”
I blushed and apologised, knowing she was enjoying teasing me. It felt odd and made me feel naked without the CB-3000. It’s actually feels part of me now. It may sound mad but I’m proud of it, proud that I belong to Miss. I couldn’t deny she was a lot happier today than she’d been in a while. It was almost like having the old Angelina back, and even though she made a couple more comments during the day about Chris I tried not to let them get to me. After all she HAD come home to me.
Monday
When I got home Miss was in a bad mood. She’d had a bad day at work and despite promising her, Chris still hadn’t called. She admitted they’d arranged to go out this Friday but now it was looking doubtful. This may sound crazy but it made me angry. I was angry at him for sleeping with Miss, but also for not phoning her. I could feel the rejection she was feeling. He’s obviously a total wanker and she deserves more respect
Originally posted 2008-03-29 08:00:38. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
It is Friday evening. I am at home, waiting for you. We live together, and the connection we share is a bit atypical in some respects, but it is close and intimate, and it works for us. Over the last two days, we have both been busy, and have not seen as much of each other as we usually do. But tonight, and for the rest of this weekend, we are both free, and you have made it clear to me that you are in a mood to take some advantage of the sexual power that you hold over me.
You wanted me to be home when you arrive around 7pm, and to meet you at the door, stripped and on my knees, and I do. You are happy to see me there, with my cock already hard with arousal… It has been 3 days since the last time you let me come, but it already seems like longer… I’m feeling such strong desire for you. You bend over and kiss me, and pinch one of my nipples hard. You see my cock pulsing with my heartbeat, but you don’t touch it.
Walking towards the bedroom, you tell me you’d like a glass of water, and I get it and bring it to you. I find you sitting on the bed, still dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. You motion for me to take off your shoes, which I do. While you drink your water, you casually tease my cock by lightly stroking it and stepping on it with your feet. My reaction is predictably responsive… I spend so much of my time hungry for stimulation, and hoping you’ll play with me… But then you stop, and simply rest your feet on my thighs. I sense that you are still a bit preoccupied, and unwinding from your day. Wanting to please and comfort you, I try caressing your feet and your legs lightly, while keeping an eye on your reactions. You sigh, close your eyes, and lay back on the bed. I take this as my cue to massage you for a while, starting with your feet, and then your calves. This usually helps you to relax.
After a time, you sit up again, then tell me to help you out of your jeans, and I do. Still partly dressed, you tell me to help you strap your new dildo on, and I do… I kneel in front of you, adjusting the straps and buckles expertly… I made this harness for you… Once it’s on, you grab my hair and pull me towards you, pushing the dildo in my face. You want to see me suck it, and I do.
A few minutes later I am tied, spread out, face down on the bed, with leather cuffs and ropes. You take a wooden paddle out of the drawer by the side of the bed and use it on me, giving me about 30 strokes. You like the idea of taking me anally while my ass is red and stinging, and my cock is hard with frustrated desire. Finally you put the paddle down, and move behind me on the bed. You penetrate me slowly, then begin moving in and out in a steady rhythm which gradually speeds up. While you’re fucking me, we both get more and more turned on, and I can feel your wetness dripping down on me. I moan with a mixture of some pleasure, some pain, some humiliation, and a lot of desire… After a while, I sense that you are about to come, but you slow down, and then stop and pull out. You tell me you’re not quite ready to come yet, as you unlock my wrists and ankles, and then tell me to turn over so that I’m lying on my back.
You unbuckle your harness and step out of it, and then remove your g- string before climbing back on the bed. You climb on top of me, straddling my chest. I see now for the first time that your pubic hair has been freshly shaved off. You know that I especially love going down on you when you are shaved, so this could be a special treat for me… one which I should be, and would be, very grateful for. You reach behind you to hold my cock just for a moment, to make sure I’m as aroused as you want me to be, and you find me rock hard, desperately hard. I gasp involuntarily at your touch, but you let go after just a moment, and then slowly move forward, until your beautiful, shaved wetness is an inch from my mouth. Your scent intoxicates me as always, and I long to taste you, and touch you, but I am well-trained, and I know better. I need your permission for that, and you haven’t given it. My body tenses.
“Do you want it?” you ask.
“You know I do.” Every part of me wants every part of you.
You reach down and caress yourself with one hand. “Mmm, I’m so wet. It feels good.” For a while you play with yourself, and I then sense a climax building again.
“I’m close to coming now,” you say. “I don’t really need any help from you…”
“Please let me taste you,” I say.
“I’ll be happy to, but it’s going to cost you.”
“Anything.”
“We can make love all night. But you’re going to do the work. You’re going to lick me, and touch me all over, and I’m going to come and come… and you’re not.”
“Of course, whatever you want,” I tell you. It sounds like torture, of course, but I want it intensely anyway. I love getting you off, touching you, tasting you.
Then you say, “But that’s not all. I want more. And I want you to tell me what price you’ll pay. What will you do for me, if I let you taste me tonight?”
You want to see what I will offer you, as a measure of my desire for you, and my submission to you. You know I’m deliriously turned on. I want you to be pleased. I want to come up with something that will impress you, turn you on, and prove how enslaved I am.
“OK,” I say, breathlessly, “For starters, you can tie me up when you’re done with me, and leave me bound all night, and I’ll have to sleep that way.”
“A nice idea,” you say, as you stroke yourself with two fingers, an inch from my face. “What else?”
“You can give me 40 hard strokes with a paddle before we go to sleep tonight… Or first thing in the morning if you like…”
“Why not both?”
“OK. Both. Eighty strokes… please… will that be enough?”
I’m looking up at your face now, and you give me a look that seems patient and loving, but expectant. “That’s all very nice,” you say, “But you can do better.”
We both know you can demand what you want, and I’ll do it. But you are giving me an opportunity to come up with things myself, to please you, and I don’t want to disappoint you.
“Time,” I say.
“Time?”
“You said I wouldn’t get to come tonight. But you can make it longer than that… a lot longer.”
“Yum,” you say. “How long did you have in mind?”
I am already so frustrated, and I am acutely aware that you can make even a few days seem like an eternity when you want to. But I want you to be happy…
“A week,” I say. “I don’t come for a week.”
“Mmm, that sounds good,” you say, still stroking yourself slowly. You close your eyes, and I notice you moving away from me just slightly…
I can tell you like the idea, and you’re considering it. But I can also tell that you’re not really as impressed as I hoped you’d be. With my own head clearing slightly, I realize what you’re probably thinking…
A week may seem like a long time, especially when I’ve already waited a few days, and I’m so unbelievably horny, high on sex, high on you. But a week is nevertheless fairly routine for us, so a total of ten days is not actually pushing the envelope very much.
You look as though you’re about to speak. I had been afraid you would say no, but now I’m more afraid you’ll say yes, without being as pleased as I hoped you would be.
“Wait,” I say. “I’m sorry… that’s not enough.” I pause for a moment. “I’ll give you two weeks, starting tonight. Please… You can make me wait two weeks before I come, and then only if I’ve been good, very good, in the meantime.”
“Mmmm, nice,” you say. You take a deep breath, and I know we’re getting somewhere now. I am much relieved to have done better, even as I feel the rush of combined fear and arousal at the prospect of what I’m about to get myself into.
“That doesn’t seem like too much to ask,” you say, “for letting you taste me, and serve me.” You move closer to me again, straddling my face, so that the object of my desire is almost touching me, and I can feel the heat of you on my lips. My body tenses again.
Then you pull away, move to one side of me, and gently push me to the foot of the bed. You prop up some pillows at the other end, and then lie back, making yourself comfortable. Looking into my eyes, you spread your legs. You know how beautiful you are to me, and how much power just the sight of you can have over me. You motion for me to come toward you, then grab my hair and pull me down between your legs, so that my head is resting on one thigh. Your warmth and wetness are so close again, it takes effort to contain my desire to taste, kiss, and caress you. I can tell you are very aroused too, but you are more relaxed.
Finally you speak again. “I’ll hold you to everything you promised. And I expect you to be good, and work hard for me, tonight, and for the next two weeks, or I’ll make you wait even longer. Understood?”
When I answer, it comes out as a whisper. “Yes.”
“Fine. That’s the deal, and if you’re ready you can seal it now, with a kiss.”
You know I will, and I do. You taste so good to me. You’re so wet, and obviously happy. I want you to come a thousand times tonight. …
By 10 pm i had completed my laundry work for the night and i went
on to the last regular item on my daily list of chores – turning
down Domina Andrea’s and Handmaiden sharon’s beds. After
completing that task i retired to my room to work on my FS CMS
studies until 11 pm, when my lights-out time arrived. Until 11
pm i was still on call and had to be alert in case one of them
needed me for something – fetching a drink, performing toilet
duty, relaxing stiff muscles with a soothing massage…
When needed for any such late evening services, i was always
summoned by being called. So when Domina Andrea entered my room
that night my first thought was, “Maybe She’s going to reward Her
servant for doing so well at Her luncheon this afternoon.”
Then when She said, “stacy, I have a little surprise for You
tonight,” i just knew that She was going to allow me my first
orgasm in weeks.
you can imagine how much of a surprise it was when She pulled out
the Goddess’ Teeth and, putting them back on my clitty, informed
me, “You did very well today, but i expected it of you. you know
that failure isn’t permitted and i knew how well-trained you
were. Today was the first of five days of such demonstration
sessions so show how well this new technique of developing
control in a slave works. In order for the demonstration to be
as effective and as impressive as I wish and know it can be, you
can’t have an orgasm until after the entire series of
demonstrations is completed. It just wouldn’t be the same if you
had relieved all that tension that’s been built over the past few
weeks a day or two before a demonstration. I’m sure you wouldn’t
deliberately let me down, but we have no way to control your
dreams with any certainty and you just might mess up with a
nocturnal emission and invalidate the severity of your upcoming
luncheon tests. The results would be considered flawed of void
if you had an orgasm before all were complete, because that would
make you less needful of the release that the first one after the
long period of abstinence would provide. So for the next few
nights, until these exhibitions are over, you’re to wear the
Teeth from immediately after each demonstration until the next
morning. Who knows? We may even find it worthwhile to visit each
of the Matricenters and demonstrate My methods and its results.
That shouldn’t take more than maybe six more months. Now sleep
well. I want you to be well rested and alert tomorrow – and
please awaken Me 30 minutes early in the morning as I need time
to make a few phone calls tomorrow morning.”
The She awarded me with a brief smile, turned and left me to
offer my evening Devotionals before going to bed.
– The End –
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