Pre-Employment Physical

By littlechasteguy

A few years ago, after several interviews, I finally got that good job I’d been seeking. The last step was to pass a pre-employment physical with the companies chosen doctor. The HR person gave me a sealed packet of forms to be completed and the name of the doctor to call. I was somewhat taken aback as the doctor’s name was obviously female, and that meant she’d likely have to see my teeny weenie, something that I tried to avoid happening. My teeny weenie measures just under four inches (ok, closer to 3 ½ inches) when fully erect while being very thin, less than 3 inches in girth. When flaccid it is not much more than a skinny little nub.

I called and made an appointment for in the afternoon three days later. I made sure I didn’t jerk off in between, so that at least I would be likely to show a swollen penis, better than a flaccid little nubbin if I needed to expose myself.

I arrived at the doctor’s office at the appointed time and it was obvious that I was to be the last patient for the day. In fact, I think they were staying late to accommodate me. The waiting room was empty except for me, and the receptionist locked the door behind me and turned the sign to show the office was closed. Within a few minutes an attractive, young medical assistant named Vicki came out and led me back to a rather spartan exam room, swinging the door most of the way closed, but still open a crack. She then told me to remove my clothes so she could get my vital statistics.

I removed my clothes except for my underwear. Looking rather impatient as she stood by the scale, she said, “C’mon. All of them.” Sheepishly I slid my underwear down, exposing my partially erect, yet shamefully small penis. I noticed a slight grin on her face as she told me to come over and get on the scale so she could measure my height and weight. She checked my weight (165 lbs.) then proceeded to check my height. As she raised the measuring arm she gave me a little pat on the ass as she said “Move forward a bit so it will reach.” Then looking at my little erection she added, “You have plenty of room.” By this time I was at my near 4 inch maximum length protruding straight out. After measuring my height (5’7”) I was told to have a seat on the exam table so my blood pressure and temperature could be checked. All was well.

Vicki then told me I needed to provide blood and urine samples. She pricked my finger and filled several small glass tubes with blood samples. As she handed me a plastic cup for urine she informed me that for chain of custody purposes she would need to witness me peeing into the cup. “Come with me,” she directed, opening the door and walking down the hallway. Naked, I followed her down the hallway to the bathroom, grateful that no one saw. Holding the cup in my left hand, and my little erection between my right thumb and two fingers, I managed to squeeze a little urine through my hard penis, filling the cup about half way. As I handed the cup to Vicki she looked at the sample, looked down at my little erection, and said, “I guess it will have to do.”

My luck didn’t hold out on the return trip to the exam room. As I left the bathroom, there were the receptionist and two black ladies, apparently the cleaning crew, standing in the hallway. They both snickered as I covered up my penis and squeezed by.

Back in the exam room I was told to lie down on the table and that the doctor would be right in. I asked Vicki for a sheet to cover up and was told that this practice had stopped using such items to keep costs down.

A few minutes later, just as my erection was beginning to soften a little, in walked Doctor Karen Simpson, along with Vicki. Dr. Simpson was a tall, attractive, blond, probably in her mid forties. She shook my hand and introduced herself. Noticing that my little weenie was pointing straight up the doctor told Vicki that she should remain in the room.

As I laid there Dr. Simpson took the packet and told me there was a medical questionnaire to complete first, and then she would perform the physical exam. She walked around the room asking me various questions about my medical background. Eventually she reached the section regarding sexual history and practices.

“Ever have sex with a man?” she asked. Being honest I replied that a previous girlfriend used to make me perform oral sex on another one of her boyfriends. “I see,” was her nonchalant response. However, I was sure Vicki was trying to suppress laughter. And my little weenie was now beginning to throb. I began to wish I had jerked off before the appointment.

“Do you use condoms for protection when you have sexual intercourse?” was the next question. I hesitantly stammered out a, “Yes.” I’m pretty sure she left the questionnaire, when sensing my hesitation, the doctor asked, “Do you have any trouble finding condoms that will fit and stay on. You are quite a bit smaller than average.” Now I knew Vicki was stifling her laughter as she watched my little weenie pulse. I could only respond by saying that I’d found a shop that orders extra small condoms for me. “Good,” replied the doctor.

“Last question: Do you currently have a sex partner, and how often do you have sex? If not, how often do you masturbate?” I’m sure I was bright red as I related how I have a girlfriend, but she thinks I am too small. So mostly I provide her with oral sex. I masturbate once or twice a day normally. “I understand,” was the response. “And does she have other partners?” Sheepishly I answered, “Yes. She tells me she needs sex from someone who is more well-endowed.” She jotted down some notes, and mentioned that some additional blood tests were to be ordered.

“Ok. Let’s check you out now.”

She put on rubber gloves and gave the form to Vicki, so she could complete the paperwork as the doctor performed the exam. The doctor then began with the physical exam, poking, prodding and using her instruments. She checked my eyes, throat, heartbeat, breathing, reflexes and internal organs. She had me get up and demonstrate balance and coordination by standing on one foot with my arms extended, the touching my nose. Then, she checked flexibility by having me lean over and touch the ground. As I was bent over she gave me a little pat on the ass and said I could stand up.

Then came the part I was dreading. “I need to check your sexual organs.” I nervously nodded and stood there, hands at my side, as the doctor took my little erection in between her thumb and forefinger. “Obviously this works, in a sense,” she noted, “even if unfortunately for you it is a bit small.” She smiled as she gave it a couple of squeezes. I nodded my head in agreement, trying to think of anything I could to avoid squirting in her hand.

Dr. Simpson then took my ball sack in her right hand, manipulating them around. “Your testicles seem to be healthy, if a bit underdeveloped,” she noted. She went on, “Tell me, when you ejaculate, do you seem to ejaculate a normal amount. I mean compared to the guys your girlfriend made you perform oral sex on?”

By this point Vicki was almost openly laughing as she jotted down notes and avoided making eye contact with me. I could only reply with the truth. “No. I usually produce a smaller amount. Nothing like some of the other guys I’ve seen.”

“That’s what I thought. But don’t worry,” she told me. “Just because you are small doesn’t mean there are any health issues. You seem to have found ways to achieve sexual satisfaction despite your rather diminutive size.”

“We need to check a couple of more things. First let’s make sure you have no hernia problems.” With that she stood at my side and put her left hand between my ass cheeks, in the area between my ball sack and anal entrance. With her right hand she cupped my ball sack. She checked several areas, asking me to cough each time. I’m not sure if it was intentional but as she checked various areas her right forearm was applying pressure to my throbbing penis. I was panting and on the edge of cumming. By the time the hernia exam ended my little weenie had a drop of precum on the tip and I was involuntarily moving to and fro, as if fucking the air.

I was beginning to tremble, and my breathing was coming in short gasps. I was on the edge of orgasming. The doctor waited a few seconds for me to regain some sense of composure. “One last check is all. Then we will be done. I need to check your prostate.” I gasped and almost cried when Dr. Simpson put some lube on her right index finger. “Please climb back and lie down on the table,” which I did. “Now Vicki I will need your help here. Stand behind his head.” The doctor then lifted my legs and had Vicki pull them toward her so that my ass was in the air. “Keep your arms to your side and get ready. This might be a little uncomfortable,” she warned. Then her finger entered my ass.

That was it. I could take no more. I started shaking, rocking around and holding on to the edges of the table. Vicki strained to hold my legs still as I grunted and a wad of cum shot out of my little weenie onto my chest and face. The doctor also held on, keeping her grip on me and her finger in my ass until I settled down. “That’s ok,” she comforted me. “Let’s finish this exam. Vicky, when we are done please note in his record that he has an unusually strong anal stimulative response.”

I was still shaking as she removed her finger, utterly humiliated and babbling something about apologies. “It’s ok,” the doctor said. “You can get dressed now and clean yourself up.” She then left the room. Vicki stayed, finishing the paperwork and giggling as I dressed. Already totally humiliated and in a hurry I simply used my fingers to scoop the cum off me, then licked them clean.

Vicki then escorted me out, again patting me on the ass and quietly saying, “Thanks little guy. It was fun.” As I left she added, “You poor thing.” I hurriedly scooted out, hoping I still had the job.

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Originally posted 2009-02-13 17:42:43.

Chaste Husband 7 – Kitchen Floor

Friday Evening
When I got home there was a package waiting outside the door for Miss. Like anyone I couldn’t resist having a feel of it. It felt like a collar – which is odd because I already have one that I now have to put on as soon as I get home. This sounds really stupid now but I pictured Miss wearing it, attaching a chain between our collars whilst we fucked like crazy. It was not. When Miss got home she ripped open the package and it was a steel collar, lined with leather, with a small silver padlock. Hasten to say I was ordered to remove my leather collar and Miss fitted it round my neck immediately.
Miss announced she also had another “present” for me, a nail brush … to clean the kitchen floor with. As Miss was now going to the concert with Catherine she wanted me to “keep busy and keep out of trouble”. I’m not quite sure what “trouble” I could get in wearing my cock cage and locked in a steel collar!!!
At about 11.30pm the phone rang.
“We’ve had an excellent time, and I’m going to stay at Cath and Tony’s (her boyfriends) tonight. I’ll see you in the morning.” Angelina announced “Hope that kitchen floor is gleaming!”
I assured her it certainly was – my knees and arms wearing aching and I was absolutely nackered. Try cleaning the floor with a nail brush if you don’t believe me.

Saturday
When Miss got home in the morning she told me to clear everything out of the Kitchen cupboards, and clean them all all of their contents. Great, she didn’t even comment on how lean the floor was.
I asked her how the night had gone.
“It was brilliant. We went to the bar near the venue first and were having a quiet drink when these two guys came over,” she told me with a giggle.
I threw her a worried glance, but she assured me they were both “total wankers”. Angelina and Cath had let them buy a few drinks for them, before excusing themselves for the “little girls room”. They walked straight passed the loos and left the pub. Still the thought of a guy chatting Angelina up made me angry.
I spent most of the rest of the afternoon cleaning the bathroom and all Miss’ shoes and boots (why does she need so many?!?)
I did get some let up in the evening (perhaps because there wasn’t much else to clean) and sat on the floor next to the sofa and we settled down to watch the TV.
This may seem a bit mad, encouraging Miss to keep my in chastity, but I commented the plastic pin that holds the CB-3000 could easily be removed with a small hacksaw, but they did do a steel pin for them now. Angelina was delighted, not only that she could keep me more securely, but that I had volunteered the information. I got a pat on the head and she caressed my hair whist we watched the telly, telling me I was “good little boy.”
Of course I was hoping for a little more, but she did snuggle up to me in bed…until I tried to kiss her and she pushed me away with a slap. She didn’t actually say anything but she turned over and turned off the table light. I don’t think anything actually had to be said. Again I was running before I could walk.

Sunday
After making Miss breakfast in bed she told me to get started on a Sunday Roast. I love having a roast, it’s just all the preparation and cooking. As soon as everything was in the oven or on the stove she told me I could get dressed, but only to go out to clean and valet her car! I still had the collar locked around my neck but as Angelina proved rightly no-one walking past seemed to notice or comment. When I was finished Miss ordered me to get in the bedroom. I wasn’t sure if it was for fun or for punishment. I had tried to kiss her the night before but in my defence I’ve been in the cock cage for two weeks AND cleaned pretty much the entire flat, her shoes and her car.
Miss got the handcuffs and chain from the draw and fitted them to the ring in the collar, again locking my wrists behind my back.
“You’re still ill,” she told me. “Cath and Tony are coming round for lunch, so I hope the roast I’ve gone to all the trouble to make is as delicious as it smells.”
“And after your naughty behaviour last night I might let them come in and see you all locked up.
To say I was terrified would not even cover it. Thankfully she was only teasing, and “our” guests left at about 6pm with my modesty intact.
The CB-3000 was removed and I was cleaned before being re-fitted and sent back to bed. Miss did remove the handcuffs before picking up her vibrator and left the room without another word. I could only lie there, totally worn out and imagine what she was doing in the lounge. I fell asleep before she got to bed.

Originally posted 2008-03-24 05:00:19.

My Cruel Bitch Ruler V

“Come on slut. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She pulled me up onto my feet, bent me at the waist, plunged the dildo into me
from behind, and began to slowly walk me to the bathroom, making sure that with
each painful step, her cock was forced deeper and deeper into me. She walked
me not to the shower, not to the sink, but to the toilet where she drove me
down on all fours, roughly soaking my head in the toilet water while she power
fucked me harder and harder until she came for a fourth time.

I was compelled to my feet again and she took hold of my exposed balls,
squeezing hard. She slapped my wet face bright red until I cried like a little
girl and begged to serve her more. She was my superior in every way…She made
me place the back of my neck against the front of the toilet bowl, squatted and
unleashed a powerful torrent of hot piss into my mouth and down my throat…

I spent the rest of the evening orally servicing her cunt, ass and feet until
she maxed out at a grand total of nine orgasms. On the bright side, I did get
to fuck her. She rode my cock harshly for 20 minutes, grinding and crushing my
balls under her powerful cunt, face-slapping me more, stuffing her fingers into
my mouth until I choked, lost in her own pleasure. At the moment of her
climax, she pulled off of me, scrambled up my prone body and sprayed my face
again. She explained that sluts should always get a facial, never cum inside.
And I did get a nice long blowjob from her at one point too until I came in her
commanding mouth. She took great delight in feeding it back to me with a hot,
wet french kiss…

Oh what you say? That’s only five orgasms, what about the other four? I knew
you’d ask.

Aeysha, the nightmare bitch from hell, stuffed a double sided dildo gag into my
mouth, strapped it tight around my head, and sat her pretty ass down and rode
the other end wildly. I think the vibrations from my choking and screaming
around the end in my throat helped her along….

Aeysha, the psycho slut, likes to fuck her bitch in the missionary position
too. She puts her bitch’s legs way up in the air and drives her cock home.
Just like in the movies. When the bitch squeals in pleasure and pain and cums
all over itself, it turns her on. This makes her cum.

Aeysha, the cruel queen, likes a little foot worship, but not just the ordinary
kind. It seems her feet are very sensitive and she can cum just from
foot-fucking a shattered slut’s mouth. Deeply.

Aeysha, my goddess, likes oral sex. Alot. Face grinding, leg squeezing,
smothering nose breaking, uncompromising worship of her hot, hungry shaved
slit. I learned how to do it right. The life of the testicles being squeezed
in her hand depended on it.

Our Saturday night ended with me in her bed, with my head at her feet, licking
and sucking her toes, with my exposed balls stuffed possessively in her mouth
until she fell asleep. And me praying she wouldn’t have a bad dream.

On Sunday morning, Carmen came home to sight of her roommate casually lounging
on the sofa and her boyfriend on his knees at her feet, orally servicing her
10-inch rubber strap-on cock.

“Jesus Aeysha! You’ve ruined another one! You are incorrigible!”

“Ha ha…welcome home baby. I think you should get over here and worship your
lover’s cock.”

Aeysha put her foot on my face and pushed me to the floor to make room for
Carmen. They did allow me to stay and begin a new sort of life….

Originally posted 2009-03-30 12:56:03.

Mistress Keyholder & Her New Slave (Male Chastity Story)

Orgasm Denial & Public Humiliation

Chapter 1

It was the eve of our one year anniversary. We had seen each other exclusively for the past year and I thought it was an appropriate time for a gift. Not just merely any gift, mind you, but a “real” gift. Something that forced me to sacrifice. No, I wouldn’t be able to get that new car any time soon, but “the hell with it,” I figured. Women like Selena don’t come along very often.

We were in the middle of our Caesar salads when I took it from my inside coat pocket and put it gingerly on the table next to Selena’s wine glass.

“Por moi?” Selena chirped, feigning innocence.

I never bought anything with diamonds before in my life. But Selena, I thought, was special.

“Wade, it’s beautiful,” she beamed, her cobalt blue eyes wet with victory.

“It just means that you’re important to me, Selena. It’s a sign of my commitment. It means that our relationship is serious to me.”

“Commitment?” Selena whispered. “What do you know about commitment?”

An odd question, I thought, spoken just a bit belligerently. Selena took a sip of wine and brushed a lock of her black hair from her forehead. “I’m fond of you too, Wade, but perhaps I’m not as sure as you. I like my men to go the distance, so to speak, for me, and a tennis bracelet, while nice, isn’t really much of a test.”

“A test?” I answered. “Is that what you want me to take to prove that I’m committed to you in this relationship? I didn’t give you the gift to bribe you. I did it to prove my devotion to you.”

She looked at me with those wicked blue eyes of hers. Selena definitely had the streak of the devil in her. Her soft lips curled up into a smile, or was it a snarl?

The waiter returned with our dinners. Selena ordered the swordfish, I had the petite filet mignon.

“You may take the doggie’s dinner and put it in a gentleman’s bag.

Oops, now that’s embarrassing! I should say…well, never mind. You get the idea.,” Selena interjected, surprising both me and the waiter.

“Right now? Will you be leaving early?” the perplexed young man asked. “No, we’re staying, and I’ll eat my dinner here. But Wade will wait until later, won’t you, Wade?” Selena stated as she started to girlishly giggle.

I sat opposite Selena countless times over a multitude of meals during the past year, but this was the first time that I wasn’t relaxed. Selena was the type of person who put you at ease immediately. But that night was different. She excused herself and went to the Ladies’ Room as I pondered my situation.

Selena and I had, by this time, reached an understanding of who was in control. But we really never talked about it. We kept this part of our relationship fairly under wraps. The extent of her control over me was kept discreet in public…until now.

When she returned, I looked at her like the first time I ever laid eyes on her. It reminded me of the Edith Wharton line, “Each time you happen to me all over again.”

Selena possessed a contained vivacious energy, “like a crate of dynamite trapped in a match box,” I told her on our first date. That made her laugh then, but I felt a more serious tone to the more current proceedings. Selena lifted one of her ankle boots and slowly poked the heel into my groin, the long white tablecloth effectively hiding her teasing ministrations. She slid a forkful of baked potato into her mouth, but somehow managed to do it seductively.

“Is that a peppermill in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?” she cooed.

I just sat silently, my cock growing.

“Wade, call the waiter over and have him put some fresh pepper on my potato. But say it like this … my owner, Mistress Selena would like some pepper on her baked potato.”

I looked at her silently, her gaze never wavering. After a brief pause, I called the waiter over.

“Mmmy owner … Mistress … Selena would like some pepper on her baked potato, please,” I managed to croak out, sweating bullets.

When the waiter finished, Selena had him keep the peppermill on our table.

“Wade, sweetie. Be a dear and take the peppermill and grind some pepper on my boot.”

Her wide, loving eyes just melted my heart.

“Please?” she added innocently, batting her eyelashes.

Selena shifted in her chair and crossed her legs. I took the peppermill and looked around. Luckily, our table was fairly secluded. I soon had her right black leather ankle boot evenly dusted with cracked pepper.

Leaning forward, I looked up when I completed my task.

Selena looked down at me with an impish grin and, voice dripping with honey, said, “My, my…those boots sure do need polishing. Perhaps a good tongue-cleaning. Would you mind, Wade?”

I had tongue polished Selena’s shoes many times before in private and worshipped her cute feet behind closed doors. But public humiliation?

Never. I don’t even think that Selena considered it humiliation. Just a game to see how far she could take me in her control over me.

I waited until our waiter left with my credit card until I delicately got down on my knees. I figured that I had better finish before he returned with my receipt. From the toe to the base of her ankle, I laved Selena’s sexy boot. Apparently, straight pepper with no chaser didn’t agree with me (a big shocker there!) so I vainly reached for my water glass. Alas, Selena had already drank it. Consequently, I was forced to gulp down the rest of my Cabernet. I was dizzy when the waiter returned, but my Mistress’ boot was clean and glistening.

“Good boy. I may have some use for you after all,” she giggled, pressing her booted toe into my crotch as I coughed on my pepper-coated tongue.

I drove her home with a lust-filled heart and a blood-engorged cock. Selena had teased me before, but nothing like this.

Chapter 2

“Have a seat, Wade. I’ll be down in a minute.”

I sat on the sofa and tried to rearrange my bulging erection to make it more…comfortable. A small wet spot marked my Jockeys with a stain of pre-cum fluid. Fifteen anxious minutes later, Selena appeared, clad only in a sheer black nightgown and hiding something behind her back.

“I have a gift for you, too, Wade. Something to show that I care. It symbolizes my commitment to you. It proves that I don’t want anyone else to have you or to love you.”

With this little preamble, Selena produced the gift. She held it out in front of her on both upturned palms. It was a metal contraption with a padlock and a spherical centerpiece that resembled a birdcage. In fact, that’s what she called it, “The Bird Cage.” It was a chastity device, no doubt, and she intended for me to wear it. I was to surrender my cock and balls to my Mistress and lock them in the cage.

As soon as the small box arrived in the mail the previous day, Selena eagerly opened it. She ordered it two months before when she surfed the Web looking for a chastity device for me. The birdcage immediately caught her eye. It cost $200 dollars, but seemed ideal for long-term wear.

It was made entirely from welded stainless steel and was built to last. Selena read the instructions and silently purred. A slight grin formed across her beautiful face as she read aloud:

“The larger ring is pulled open, attached behind the testicles and penis, then closed. The penis is then placed in the cage itself and the cage is, in turn, attached to the ring. The padlock is then installed, firmly securing the male and completely preventing sex or even masturbation. It is possible to urinate while wearing the device, although the male may have to sit like a woman. The device can not be detected under clothing, does not unduly interfere with movement, and can be worn for quite extended periods.”

“You have two choices, my sweet Wade. Put it on or get out. It’s entirely up to you.”

I noticed that from her necklace dangled a small gold key — the key to the cage, apparently.

“Your days of masturbatory freedom are over, my plaything. From now on, you’ll have no choice but to be totally sweet for me at all times,” she said with a satisfied look.

The stainless steel device consisted of two pieces that, when locked together, was supposed to prevent erection, and make masturbation impossible. The two main components were the cock ring and the cage.

The inside circumference of the ring was the same as the outside circumference of my flaccid penis. Where the metal of the ring came together, it was bent at a 90 degree angle, forming two 1/2″ plates that had been drilled to accept a small padlock. The second and main component of the device was the cock cage itself. Made out of the same 1/2″ wide stainless steel strip, there were three parts: a ring and two sections that were formed in a “U” shape.

“I’m going to make myself a cup of tea. When I return, I expect you either to be gone or naked and on your knees in front of the sofa.

Choose wisely, for it may be the most important decision of your life.”

As I watched Selena’s sweet behind saunter into the kitchen, I decided that my fate was sealed. I would give myself to her in the literal sense. When she returned, I was indeed naked and kneeling.

“Very well, Wade. You may have made the worst decision of your life…or the best. Only time will tell.

Selena picked up a pencil from the coffee table and flicked it at my heavy-hanging scrotal sac. Before my brain could recover from the shock, she fitted the ring around my flaccid penis and behind my balls and slipped the cage over easily. The slot in the long tab on the cage fit over the tabs of the cock ring. She replaced the lock that came with the cage with one of her own. It was a personalized gold padlock with the inscription of the letter “K.”

Selena snapped the lock on, and I was totally secured…and chaste. I would be able to urinate, but completely unable to have a full erection, or have sexual intercourse. My balls were slightly squeezed between the penis cage ring and the cock ring behind my balls.

“As you start to get an erection, the cock ring will trap the blood in your cock, which will prolong the time it will take for your semi- erection to subside,” Selena matter-of-factly explained to me. “You may need to experiment to discover in which position it is more comfortable to wear, either pointing up or down. A jock strap may be necessary to keep it from pointing straight out and causing an embarrassing tent in your pants. Although the girls at work may enjoy that, don’t you think, Wade?”

I needn’t answer. I only stared at my imprisoned organ and listened to Selena’s soothing voice.

“The device is surprisingly comfortable when you are flaccid. But when you wake up with that morning wood…hoo-boy! It will REALLY hurt. If I were you, I wouldn’t dare dream about me. It may not be worth it. When you start to become aroused, the cage will prevent a complete erection and the tissue will begin to bulge out between the large ring and the cage. This may be extremely uncomfortable, even painful, Wade, dear.

In due time, you will learn not to become erect.”

This was a more serious predicament than I first thought. With my manhood imprisoned, the ruthless chastity device merely allowed a partial erection which took all the willpower in the world to accomplish. I had suffered through full tumescence nearly all night long and the cold, unyielding metal cage would have rendered this all but impossible.

“I think it’s time for me to sate my own randy cravings, don’t you think?” Selena purred, sliding the tip of her wet tongue over her glossy pink lips.

After we entered her bedroom, Selena ordered me to lie flat on my back.

I shuddered as she manacled my wrists to the top two corners of the bed. She gently stroked my cheek and blew in my ear. I moaned but Selena ignored me, tying my ankles to the bottom two corners of the bed. She then slowly removed her negligee until she was just clad in panties. They were cherry red, just like the ribbon in her hair. She crawled over my face and planted a deep kiss on my trembling mouth. I arched my back as she removed the rest of her undergarments.

My new keyholder then straddled my head to face my captured erection. All that I could see was her luscious rump. But she peered around to tell me, in no uncertain terms, to please her. I then used my tongue to swab every inch of my princess, from the crease of her buttocks to her navel. She was absolutely delectable and her wine soon coated every square inch of my adoring face. My own cock pulsated helplessly in its semi-rigid state and leaked seminal fluid as Selena blew softly on it and playfully flicked her tongue.

Agonizingly stifled with desire, I orally pleased Selena for two hours and gave her several orgasms. She kept me on edge by teasing me with her succulent tongue and sweet lips, but I was denied release. There was just no way to achieve orgasm with that infernal device secured.

We were still locked in a “69” when Selena softly eased into a content slumber. I, of course, could not sleep and when she awoke in the morning, I had a throbbing headache. Leaving me bound, she showered and dressed quickly, stuffing her panties in my mouth and sealing my mouth with silver duct tape.

“My sweet Wade, I have such wicked delights in store for you. I hope you can keep up with me. I’m very insatiable, you know. I hope you have a strong tongue, at least as strong as that metal prison that keeps such a close eye on your…I mean my…cock.”

Moving closer, Selena placed a sweet, wet, loving kiss on top of the thick tape. I could have sworn that I felt her hot breath seep through.

Chapter 3

“I think I would like to be treated to a nice champagne breakfast, Wade.” Selena announced. “Put your jockstrap on over the cage and get dressed while I shower,” she added before turning away with a smile.

I heard my goddess humming in the shower while I tried to get my trapped penis comfortably hidden under my pants. She started to sing a Tina Arena song, her favorite.

When she emerged form the bedroom, Selena looked ravishing and smelled even more divine. She knew how her perfume drove me crazy, but would not reveal the name of it. She expected me to figure it out on my own and to purchase it for her before the bottle emptied. If I didn’t, there would be hell to pay, she explained.

“Come along my plaything,” she breathed softly while striding past me. She dropped her purse in front of me and bent over to pick it up. Her ass, meanwhile, lightly brushed against my caged penis. I inhaled deeply and tried to exercise some willpower. It was futile and I felt the steel bite into my tender flesh. It would be a long night, I thought.

We were seated at a corner table and ordered our Cristal and Eggs Benedict. Selena slipped off her pumps and ordered me to unzip my fly. Luckily, the long white linen tablecloth effectively hid our erotic foreplay.

“Pull your jockstrap to one side, my plaything,” she whispered gently to me.

Using her toes, Selena felt along the edges of the cage.

“So smooth…so cold…so delicious,” she cooed.

She tried poking her big toe into the cage, which, of course, was impossible. In turn, she tried all her toes, all the while sipping her champagne and discussing the merits of an Al Gore presidency. When she used her pinky toe, Selena was finally able to enter the cage and stroke my restrained male flesh. She giggled and wiggled her toe, causing my penis to gently throb to her touch. She saw the agony in my eyes as the hard, unforgiving steel prevented any growth.

“What’s the matter, Wade, dear? Have you no self-control? You better get used to it. That thing’s not coming off in quite a while. You see, in this relationship, we have equality. I get as many orgasms as I want. And you? You get as many orgasms as I want, too. You see? Equality!”

Selena giggled some more.

“I think a fair trade-off would be 1000 orgasms for me and…let’s see…ONE for you! That seems fair, doesn’t it, my plaything?”

I didn’t answer. All that mattered to me is that my Mistress Selena allowed me to be in her divine presence. She allowed me to worship her and to give her pleasure. What more could a guy ask for? I was frustrated, but deeply satisfied.

“Pay the bill, Wade dear. I need to go to my beauty salon for a manicure and pedicure. I expect you to take over those duties soon.

Anyway, since I’ll be taking the car, you can walk home. I’ll call you if I need you. Ta-ta, my little plaything,” Selena softly sang, wrinkling her cute little nose at me. Suddenly, she was gone. Out the door. Oh, how I adored her.

Chapter 4

When Mistress Selena called me back to her home at the crack of dawn, I jumped, as I always did when I received one of those phone calls.

No words were exchanged as I performed a desperate dance of lust and rapidly stripped myself naked until I sank to my knees in front of her.

Giggling, Selena removed her robe, revealing white lace panties. God, she was beautiful. She slid the panties down sensually, stepped out of them, and sat delicately in a large chair in front of me. With a grin, she looked down at my hard cock, jutting obscenely in front of me.

“I bet I could read your mind,” she whispered as I blushed.

With a sigh, she settled back in the chair and let her alabaster legs slowly drift apart. My eyes fastened on the soft dark hair of her pussy as her finger caressed it. I could soon see wetness envelope the puffy lips.

“Listen Wade,” she whispered. “Today’s your lucky day. I give you permission to taste me.”

With joy, I tenderly sank my face into that glorious honeypot, soaking up the sweet smell and tasting her essence. With a determination that I never felt before, I abandoned myself to her pussy. There was no sense of time as my tongue explored, caressed, and nuzzled every inch of her womanhood. I relished this moment like it was frozen in time.

Suddenly, Selena’s hand grabbed the back of my head and ground my face into her loins as she groaned with pleasure. I delicately licked her soft inner thighs as she leaned back.

“Enough, Wade,” she gasped and my intimacy with her pussy was left unsated, merely leaving me with a frustrated and painfully chastised cock and her juices glistening on my face.

Selena playfully tousled my hair.

“You’re very convenient to have around, Wade,” she cooed as she languidly picked up her panties and wiped her moist pussy.

I waited, hoping that she would allow me some relief. She stood up and cleared some items from the coffee table. I gaped at her in her white bra as she beckoned me.

“Bend over the table, Wade,” she ordered and I complied, crushing my captive cock into the wooden table top.

“Open wide,” Selena ordered breathlessly, holding my chin while she forced her musky panties deep into my mouth.

I felt her pushing her damp pussy against my rear and her hard nipples against my back, pressing me firmly against the table.

“I adore having you spread over the table like this,” she whispered in my ear, her long raven tresses tickling my shoulders. “You’re just so naked and vulnerable.”

Startled, I looked back at her grinning face over my shoulder. I suddenly felt very nervous.

“Don’t move,” she warned.

I felt her disengage from me as she rummaged through her handbag. Selena proceeded to tie my wrists and ankles to the four limbs of the coffee table with strong cord.

“I’m glad you wear a belt, Wade,” she coldly stated.” I heard her snap the belt and then giggle.

“Better not disturb the neighbors,” she said behind me.

The sudden noise from the stereo made me jump. A top 40 station was playing — Britney Spears singing about loneliness.

Selena was pushing into me again, grinding her sopping pussy against me and driving my caged cock into the table. The belt trailed across my shoulders and I was, suddenly, very afraid.

“What shall I punish you for this time, Wade? Surely you must have done something this week to deserve it, haven’t you? You must have ogled some poor young thing when you went to the mall on Sunday to return my shoes, huh? Don’t lie to me.”

I mumbled through the panties, trying to answer her in the negative.

“Hmmm…I’ll take that as a yes,” she said, her hot breath in my ear until, suddenly, she turned away and the stereo volume doubled.

I never even heard the first stroke but I sure felt it as a fierce red hot pain seared my rear end like sirloin on a grill. The panties in my mouth muffled any protest. TLC started on the stereo.

“Two,” she blurted and the next stroke cut deep into my backside. By the fourth stroke, I shivered in pain, my hands pulling at the cord and tears forming in my eyes. The fifth stroke had me perpetually groaning into the panty gag, and by the seventh I was sobbing uncontrollably, my cries absorbed by Selena’s panties as I surrendered completely to her.

I don’t remember her stopping the torment, but I saw her walk into the bathroom carrying her robe as I sobbed on the table. Finally, my sobs faded but the burning on my buttocks remained as I lay there. Suddenly, the music disappeared and a fully-dressed Selena appeared next to me.

“I’ll let you keep my panties as a souvenir,” she said. I’ll just have to remember to be careful when I cross my legs at work today. Selena strolled to the door.

“Have a nice day, Wade.”

I gingerly raised my head and, as I turned to face her, I was amazed to feel my cock desperately trying to burst through its metal confines.

“We’ll pick this up when I get back from work…don’t go anywhere.” Selena tossed her long black hair back, giggled girlishly, and walked out the door, shutting it behind her.

“I can’t wait until she finally understands the measure of my devotion,” I thought to myself.

It was a long and difficult day, but I somehow managed to sleep fitfully. My birdcage unfortunately woke me up from the middle of a wet dream. Then my real-live wet dream woke me up.

“I’ll e-mail you when I want to see you again,” Selena loudly informed me when she returned.

My erection made a comeback, at least tried to, when she brushed up against me to untie my bonds.

“Prepare dinner while I freshen up, okay sweetie? And make sure that Porterhouse is bloody rare.”

Oh, god, Selena could be so adorable. It just killed me when she acted like that. Sometimes it was easier to accept when she was cruel.

Chapter 5

The following evening, I nervously watched the clock tick. It was already 11pm and I was supposed to meet Mistress Selena at midnight at a pre-arranged destination. It was at the airport which was about an hour away. It meant that I had to leave immediately, lest I anger my Mistress with my tardiness.

I parked my car in the short-term parking lot and at 11:40PM, I made my way to Terminal B. I was instructed in an e-mail to be in front of the Ladies restroom nearest to Gate B15 at midnight. I arrived with ten minutes to spare and waited. I tried to act inconspicuously and pretended to wait, which wasn’t hard to do.

I waited until 12:25, when Selena finally arrived and nonchalantly walked into the restroom. As per e-mail instructions, I discreetly followed her in. I joined her in the far stall and wordlessly stripped off all my clothes. Selena silently watched, her lips curling into a slight smirk. She wore a pair of jeans, a pullover black sweater, and charcoal gray mules. Her arms were folded and she impatiently tapped her right foot.

Selena quickly put my clothes into her shoulder bag and removed a four foot length of chain and two combination padlocks. I didn’t know what to expect next.

“On your knees, Wade…and spread your legs.”

I obliged and Selena snugly wrapped the chain around my scrotum and locked it on with one of the padlocks. She wrapped the other end around the base of the toilet bowl and likewise locked it on with the other padlock.

“Go ahead, sweet Wade. Try to stand.”

I attempted to get up off my knees, but could not. There just wasn’t enough slack and my testicles were pulled sharply downward causing me to hiss through my teeth.

“Put your hands together behind your back, my plaything.” Selena locked a pair of handcuffs on me and stepped back to get something out of her handbag. It was an 8″ by 10″ piece of white looseleaf paper and a roll of clear tape. She placed the paper against the inside wall of the stall and, with a thick red magic marker, she wrote the words “OUT OF ORDER.” Taping it on the outside of the stall’s door, she looked back down at me.

“Sweet Wade, you have a very difficult night ahead of you. I have to catch a 7am flight to New York for that trade show that I told you about, so I don’t have to be back here for another six hours. Consider this your final test of devotion to me.

Suddenly she walked away into the stall next door. I heard some rustling noises and within two minutes, Selena returned with a gift.

“Here are my panties to keep you company, my plaything. Try not to attract attention.”

I stared at my Mistress with glassy eyes. I couldn’t believe she would do this to me in public — in a women’s bathroom no less!

She wadded the panties up into a ball and stuffed it into my mouth. She then wrapped silver duct tape over my lips and wrapped it several times around my head, before finally cutting it off from the roll and smoothing it down over my face.

Selena picked up her bag and I watched the sweet curves of her ass as she walked out of the stall and closed the door behind her. On my knees, I stared at her shoes. Almost magically, her face appeared in the twelve inch gap between the door and the floor. Our eyes met, and she frowned at me.

“If I were you, my plaything, I would try to become invisible, if you know what I mean.”

I was puzzled as I heard her heels click along the tile floor until she was gone. I shivered in the cool bathroom for about a minute, digesting her last words and my current dangerous predicament. I tried to peak under the door when it hit me. My feet! They could see my feet! I put the toilet lid down and carefully climbed on top. Luckily, there was enough slack for me to kneel down. It was uncomfortable, and my testicles were drawn awkwardly back, but I was successful in “disappearing.”

As I kneeled there, I contemplated being caught. What would I say if someone found me. I went in there willingly, so I was indeed breaking the law. I was naked — lewdly naked — in a public Ladies Room. Was this considered a “sex” crime? Oh my god! If I was caught, I would be utterly destroyed, let alone mortified. There I was, nude, kneeling on a toilet in an airport women’s room with a pair of panties in my mouth, my hands cuffed behind me, and my balls chained.

Although the room was as cold as a refrigerator, I started to perspire.

The terminal was fairly empty when I arrived, but that would soon change at daybreak. An hour passed until I heard a visitor enter. I shut my eyes as the click-clack of high heels got louder and louder. I heard a yawn and then a faucet running. It sounded like someone was brushing their teeth. After about ten minutes of freshening up, I hear her walk over to one of the stalls. I held my breath even as my thighs started to cramp. I hear a light tinkling as the visitor relieved her bladder. She flushed the toilet, then I heard a faucet run again. Soon the door opened and she was gone. I exhaled sharply and felt the tension drain from my body.

This process was repeated several times throughout that late evening/early morning. At approximately 4am, I heard giggling as two young women entered the bathroom. They sounded like they had just come from the airport bar. They were drunk, loud, and carrying on like sailors on leave. One of them turned on the faucet and splashed the other with water. When they started to slam the stall doors, I got VERY nervous. They chased each other throughout the bathroom, slamming the stall doors louder each time. When they finally got to my door, I froze. It opened, then slammed shut. More giggling, then it happened again. There was a pause of total silence.

“Heather, I know I just had four margaritas, but I think there’s a man

in there,” the brunette said.

“What did you say, Stacy?” the blonde replied.

“A man…a real-live man!”

I looked down at the floor, then slowly raised my eyes as the door slowly opened.

“Oh my God, Stacy. You’re right. Hey mister, what happened? Were you robbed or something?”

The blonde began to unravel the tape from my face as I averted my gaze from the brunette, who had a small smile on her face.

“I doubt it Heather. His cock is wearing a Hannibal Lecter mask and it’s leaking like he’s on the rag.”

Heather pulled Selena’s panties from my mouth and I cleared my throat.

Although this particular punishment was a surprise to me, I did know what to say from Selena’s detailed e-mail instructions. She told me how to answer any and all question that night.

“I’m Goddess Selena’s pet and I’m being punished for overcooking last night’s dinner.”

That’s all I was allowed to say.

“Who the hell is Goddess Selena?” Stacy responded with slurred speech, slightly annoyed.

“I’m Goddess Selena’s pet and I’m being punished for overcooking last night’s dinner.”

“When will she release you?” Heather chimed in.

“I’m Goddess Selena’s pet and I’m being punished for overcooking last night’s dinner.”

“This is going nowhere fast,” Stacy said. “I say we have some fun with him.”

“Is he like one of those guys from ‘East of Eden?'” Heather asked.

“You mean ‘Exit to Eden.’ Yeah, he’s a male wimp.” Stacy answered. “I wonder how long he’s been here.”

“Maybe we ought to re-gag him.”

“Well, his Mistress left a roll of tape here on the floor. I got an idea,” Stacy said. “Get a couple of fresh pairs of socks out of our bag. I’ve got just the ticket.”

Stacy started to remove her tennis shoes and roughly shoved her pink cotton socks into my mouth.

“Heather, take off you socks. There’s still some more room in the little slaveboy’s mouth.”

The blonde handed her lavender socks to her college roommate. “Damn! Only one fits. A-ha! I got an idea.” Stacy pulled her friend’s other lavender sock down the length of my birdcage until the leaky head stretched the fabric and formed a stain.

The friction nearly caused me to shoot my load. I moaned. “I think you’re turning the poor fucker on, Stacy. I think he likes you,” the blonde giggled.

“I don’t think he’ll like me after I do this to him.” Stacy pulled my handcuffs back until my shoulder blades were pointing toward the floor. This put tremendous pressure on my back as the young brunette pulled a clip from her hair and attached the handcuff chain to the chain leading away from my scrotum. I was bowed backwards until someone released me from this painful position. My knees had been carrying my full body weight for nearly five hours, pressing against the porcelain lid. I was in agony as I chewed on the college vixens’ socks.

“Buh-bye honey. I hope Selena doesn’t forget about you,” Heather said as she left the restroom.

“Slavey-wavey, you’re in a big ole heap a trouble. I wouldn’t wanna be in yer shoes. Adios, muchacho,” Stacy sneered as she left me.

I held back my tears, and my position, for a full hour. At approximately 6am, I heard a familiar voice.

“GOOD MORNING, MY PET! My, my…what have we here? I don’t remember doing THAT to you. You must tell me all about it one of these days, Wade my sweet.”

It was her. It was my goddess. It was my wonderful Selena. I never felt such joy…or such shame, for burning her dinner.

“Hmmmm…Ya know what? I think I’ll keep you. Whaddya think, my plaything?”

I couldn’t answer, obviously. All I could do was cry…and cry…and cry.

Goddess’ New Submissive Sissy Male

Female Led Feminization & Strap-on Sex

My name is now Georgiana, once it was George. I would like to relate how I was turned into a girl (really a transvestite slave) by the beautiful young lady who has become my mistress. I have always felt that I should have been born a female. I definitely have female traits. I am not very tall, and I have narrow hips and a small butt. I have a very feminine voice and I cry over the silliest things. Just like a woman would.

Savannah’s dominance over me has expanded my submissive nature. I love Goddess Savannah and happily submit to her every desire. In high school, I spent two frustrating years trying to date the opposite sex. I found girls to be rather shallow, only dating the cute, tall and handsome guys and jocks, or guys with lots of money! At the end of my junior year all that changed!

Savannah, easily the cutest girl in my home room class, had become my friend in the last month or so. She would eat lunch with me every day ignoring her other girlfriends and the athletic jocks who always seem to follow her around. We would work on our homework together and after one fateful night we actually started dating too!

She would call me at home and we would spend hours on the phone. We would talk about everything even fashion, which had always been a passion of mine. She even liked the sketches of the designs I showed her. Taking my hand the other day she gazed steadily into my eyes and told me that I was not like the other boys in school. That I was very special.

The Saturday before school was out for the Christmas break she called and invited me to a party that evening at her house. Her parents were away for the weekend and she asked if I would like to come over. When I asked who would be there, she told me just a few of her close girl friends that had formed a sort of club.

I arrived around seven and was surprised to find myself the first arrival. Savannah was ravishing in a black mini-dress and black suede baby-doll sandals with four-inch heels. Pulling me by the arm into the den we quickly embraced and she French kissed me. Her kiss was wet and very passionate. I was stunned and dazed, and I stammered something about the other kids. Savannah reached out and ripped my shirt open then proceeded to undo my jeans. I broke away from her momentarily as she said, “Take off those silly boys’ clothes.”

I managed to utter a shocked “What?” Just then she slapped my face and said: “There’s no use pretending with me, George W., I watched you for almost three years, every since I moved to this little town. I have seen you after our lunches for the last month or so, how you dress and eat, you can’t fool me! Even my father’s medical books have a term for what you are. The whole school calls you it too, a “Sissy”. I am going to help you with this little problem! So take off your clothes now, the other girls will be here shortly and we need to get ready. I want to see you naked. Do it now, Georgiana!” she ordered!.

In a daze I obeyed her orders. I removed my jeans, shoes and socks and stood before her in just my underpants. Slipping her manicured fingers under the waist band of my briefs, she lowered them down my now trembling thighs. “My, my, Steph”, she commented while looking at my privates. “The guys were right, that’s a little boy’s cock you’ve got there! It sure is the cutest looking cock I’ve ever seen too! You also have such marvelous curves too Steph, too pretty to hide!”

She was looking with envy at my hips and bottom. I blushed and my little cock stiffened under all the attention. She used my now erect penis as a handle, leading me up the carpeted stairs. “Come with me Steph, we have some work to do here!”

“Tonight, my dear”, she whispered, “our little sissy Georgiana is coming out of the closet!” “You’ll be a lovely girl in a little while, wait and see darling!”

Savannah took me in her bedroom, soft and scented and piled deep with plush and lace. Savannah left me standing naked before a long mirror. Going to her dresser she returned with a pair of white silky panties. I gasped as she slipped the soft satiny panties past my thighs, then tucking away my swollen genitals. Savannah ran her hand over my crotch and my cock swelled even bigger now! Then taking notice to how the silk bulged outward on the front, Savannah shook her head and patted my erection firmly! She said: “This spoils the smooth lines panties are supposed to have on the front panel of a girl!” “We’ll have to fix that little problem Steph!” “I have a cock sheath you will wear from now on!” “It goes over your penis and has a long leather cord attached to it.” “With it in place, I can easily tuck your cock between your legs and pulling the cord tight behind you, tie it off to your garter, corset or belt or something! This way, your front is nice and flat, and your stretched balls will even appear as two little mounds there resembling your own pussy!”

Smiling again, Savannah pressed her wet lips to mine again and proceeded to give me another deep soul search French kiss! Then Savannah lowered my white panties to mid thigh. She grasped my dick with her dainty fingers and closed her hand around my shaft! She began to slowly masturbate me, fondling my cock and balls, then she started to slide her hand up and down my shaft! Soon she was pumping my cock and squeezing it firmer as she quickened her pace! I could not contain the moans escaping from my lips and as my legs weakened, Savannah asked if what she was doing felt good? I could only speak with sounds, and I am sure she knew that my AAAHHHH meant YES! I was ready to erupt and Savannah sensed this too, she squeezed harder and pumped my cock faster has I exploded right there into her hands!

Savannah’s eyes were gleaming as she watched my sperm spurting into the growing puddle in her hand! The last of my cum dribbled across her fingers coating them with my seminal fluid. Licking her fingers clean and taunting me with her words, “MMMMMMM”, Savannah smiled and presented me my full load which was in the palm of her other hand! The astonished look on my face must have told her it was my first time eating my own cum! She just looked me straight in the eye and said, “You taste great Georgiana!” “You will learn to love the taste of your cum, because from now on every time I allow you to orgasm, you will lick it all up, no matter how much you shoot!” “You will also learn to love the taste of my juices too, some of the girls say I taste like strawberries!” “Now lick all of this up before you make me angry with you!”

Wiping my now shrunken and flaccid penis with the corner of the bedspread Savannah pulled my panties back up. She again firmly patted the front panel and my softening penis, and said: “Nope, still have a bulge here, I guess you get the sheath!” Then she slid her hand down the back of the panties and over my butt cheeks, reaching through my legs she took hold of my dick and Pulled it back between my legs. “This will be how you will wear the sheath, it will allow me to pull your cock down through your legs and back behind you!” “See your panties now look as if you have a vagina in there, instead of that unsightly bulging cock that ruins your feminine appearance!” Then Savannah went back to her dresser and removed a black leather looking pouch. She quickly pulled it down over my cock like a condom, and proceeded to tie the small laces which held it in place. It was very tight, and was mildly uncomfortable! Savannah then pulled the cord through my legs and back up along my ass crack, and she pulled up on it very firmly bringing me to my tiptoes! Savannah said: “Oh I guess I forgot to mention that it might be a little painful for you at first, and if you should become aroused, well, let’s just say that I don’t think there will be a big erection coming up here!”

Looking down she was right. The panties now had a flat front panel. They were tight and smooth in the crotch too, and you could not tell that there was a penis there either! With my prick tucked between my legs, Savannah put a pink waist-cincher on me! It was trimmed in small satin ribbons and bows and looked very dainty and feminine. Savannah told me to take and great big deep breath and suck in my stomach. She then cinched up the back very tightly, and when I was told to release, I could hardly breathe! Touching my cheek, Savannah whispered into my ear, “You’ll get use to it darling and it does wonderful things for your figure.” “Look at that delicious bottom you have, it juts out so nicely now, and that flat front of your panties!” “Mmmmmmm, you certainly look good enough to eat right now!”

Next she hooked me into a pink nylon foam padded bra with a push-up design. After stuffing the cups with scads of her scented panties, she stepped back and laughed. “A pretty padded bra is a sissy’s best friend Steph!” “We won’t tell a soul what’s in the cups though!”

I could only hope not, because next she found a pair of sheer pink tap pants with garters sewn into the lacy spandex. “I wish they looked half as sweet on me,” She sighed. Savannah was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and I started to protest that comment, telling her that she was very beautiful! Savannah just shushed me and said “Here,” pushing me back on the bed, “let’s get your stockings on now.” Running her hand up my calf she said “Tomorrow we’ll shave your legs. That way your stockings will feel really sexy.” Hooking the white nylon to the garter tabs she now had me stand up.

I marveled at my reflection in the long mirror. “You must be the cutest sissy in the whole wide world Georgiana,” she bragged and I was beginning to agree. It felt fabulous and exciting wearing her lingerie. Before I could speak, she had taken a pair of pink leather high heel pumps from her closet and pushed me back on the bed. Slipping the pumps on my feet she pulled me up.

I rocked uneasily in the shoes. Savannah giggled and said “You will need a little practice walking before you can sway your hips the way I do darling.”

The last vestige of my manhood seemed to be disappearing. I really didn’t care though. It felt good being a girl. I wanted Savannah to tell me again how cute I looked and how beautiful I was as a girl. Savannah rushed to the closet and took down the most fabulous pink dress I had every seen. “How do you like it?” she asked. I could not answer tears were filling my eyes. Savannah squealed and hugged me tight saying “I bought it especially for you last week I was hopping you wanted to be a girl. I’m so glad I was right about you.”

The dress was stunning — lacy soft puffed sleeves with a gathered crepe bodice. Three tiers of lace for the generous skirt with a sash at the waist. Once I was wearing the dress I felt just a princess.

Savannah sat me down at her dressing table, and applied a liquid foundation to my face. She followed this with eye shadow, liner and mascara to my already almond-shaped eyes. She then rouged my cheeks and painted my lips a very hot pink. It was hard to believe that the reflection in the mirror was actually me. Savannah teased my long dark hair for half an hour before she had it styled the way she wanted it. She applied a spray net and my transformation was almost complete. Patting my shoulder she commented “Beautiful aren’t you Georgiana.” The jewelry she chose for me consisted of a strand of perfectly matched pearls and a pair of pearl ear rings. She said the ear rings were just temporary until she could pierce my ears for the diamond studs she would buy me later. Kissing me she slipped her tongue into my mouth, Frenching me so that it took my breath away with excitement. Breaking the kiss she said “C’mon, lets have a beer down stairs. We can have a little girl-talk before the others arrive.”

I had forgotten that this was supposed to be a party. I was petrified and panic stricken. “Dressed like this!” I cried. Laughing Savannah takes my hands in hers and says “Why not? If anyone asks, you’re my cousin from out of town. No one will recognize you, besides it only the girls from school. We have sort of turned to each other because we are sick of being treated like whores. Every boy in town thinks they can fuck you to death if they take you to a movie and buy you a hamburger and Coke.”

“Not you though George, you’re special. That why I asked you here tonight. You’re more like one of us, and not at all like those big prick head jocks.

I melted in the warmth of her smile as she continued. “You understand that a female needs soft loving sometimes and not hard fucking. That women also enjoy receiving head and that to kiss someone’s anus is a sign of love between two loving people, male or female. Let get those beers darling. All this sex talk is starting to making my pussy wet and you have all my panties in your bra.”

Laughing she pulled me up and wrapped her arm around my waist as we started down the stairs.

I had taken two sips of my beer when the doorbell rang. “Answer It, Georgiana.” Savannah ordered. Cautiously, I approached the front door, dreading who might be on the other side. The chimes rang out again, Savannah was suddenly beside me opening the door. Four of our classmates, (Heather, Melinda, Jennifer and Kim), crowed into the foyer. Each girl quickly kissed Savannah on the cheek and gave me the once over, trying to figure out who I was. After shedding their coats we all moved off toward the family room, Savannah and myself lagging somewhat behind the others.

Savannah whispered in my ear “You like all these girls, don’t you Georgiana?” “OOOHHH YEEES they are all lovely but none of them can compare with you Savannah.” I gushed. Savannah squeezed my waist tightly and said, “Follow my lead and obey me Georgiana! I will make you the happiest little sissy that every lived! OK darling?”

I nodded my head yes, and we entered the family room where the other girls awaited us. Telling all the girls to sit on the sofa, Savannah stood proudly by my side and asked, “Do any of you recognize this ravishing beauty?” “She is an old friend of mine, and I’ve invited her here tonight for our mutual pleasures!” The four of them looked at each other then at me. I could tell that they didn’t have a clue who I was! Then, Heather squealed loudly and announced to the others, “It’s him, the sissy guy from school!” All of the girls looked at me in disbelief.

Putting her arm around my shoulder Savannah stared at the four girls who were speechless. “Kneel Georgiana!” she commanded. I obeyed falling quickly to my knees. Patting my head she said. “That’s a good sissy, now stay just like that, while I explain.” “Heather was correct in recognizing George, but that is not who is here right now!” “This is now Georgiana!” “He’s really a female trapped inside a males body.” “I spotted his femininity the first week I moved here.” “Being new, I had to try out the cocks this place had to offer, and like you, I am tired of being shit on by them!” “How many times has your so called boyfriend forced you to give him head, then when you suggest they do the same to you they freak out saying NO FUCKING WAY!” “Or, they fuck you until they get their rocks off, not caring if you ever have an orgasm or not!” All of the girls nodded in agreement with what Savannah was saying. “Georgiana here is the exception to all of that!” “Not only will he give us oral whenever we want it, but we don’t have to give him head unless we want to!” “But before any of you get any bright ideas, Georgiana is my little sissy, and I am going to share him with all of you this weekend!” “After that, if you want or need him, you will have to ask my permission first!” “I trust you all brought the items I instructed you to?”

Melinda, our beautiful homecoming queen, spoke up and said yes, it’s all in the gym bag over there. Then Melinda asked, He’s still got a cock doesn’t he? And any guy with a cock is still a dick in my book!

Savannah just looked down at me and said “I guess will have to show them won’t we, Georgiana!” “Stand up Steph, and raise your dress.” “Show all of them your pretty panties!” Glancing at the expectant faces of the now giggling girls on the sofa, I stood and grasped the hem of the dress and slowly raised it! With my lower body fully exposed, Savannah had me spread my legs wide apart. Running her hand over the crotch of the panties, she said, “Look at this smooth crotch, he has no unsightly bulges here!” “And though there is no vagina here girls, George identifies with females.” “And hopefully, after tonight Georgiana here will identify with us even more than ever too!”

Savannah continued her little speech saying, “Together we will teach him to be a girl, and what it takes to be one of us.” “Your works will be rewarded soon my friends, and Steph will be available to each of you to use as you wish!” “He needs to be shown where the clitoris is located so he will be able to worship ours with his lips and tongue.” “Georgiana understands that females love to have oral sex and I’m sure he is eager to learn everything about the wonderful world of womanhood too!”

In an instant the girls all jumped up and rushed to where Savannah and I stood. They all started talking among themselves. All were touching and groping me. Running their hands all over my satin covered crotch, and butt! Some were taking turns kissing my painted lips, while others were asking where my dick was! I continued to stand there, with my dress pulled up and exposed to the whole crowd! My mind was in a whirl, I was hearing such things as “His dick must be tiny if he can hide it in those panties.” “He sure has a nice butt!” “Have you always wanted to be a girl George?” “Will we be allowed to play with his penis too Savannah?” “When will he perform orally on us?” “My pussy dripping already!” “Let’s get him naked! I want to see him without any clothes on.” “I want to sit on his face for hours.”

Then Savannah decided to put a halt to all of the questions and the discussion. The girls wanted to see me naked and I guess Savannah’s master plan was for me to serve all of them this weekend anyway. I was marched back up to Savannah’s bedroom where they picked out the prettiest night clothes they could find. They finally decided on a naughty little satin and lace babydoll in light blue with little matching ruffled string bikini panties that tied on the side.

Once they had my outfit chosen the girls piled on the bed and Savannah ordered me to strip. Shamelessly I did a strip tease for them. The girls clapped as each piece of clothing was removed. With my back turned I slowly worked my final article of clothing off, the white satin panties. As the panties slithered down my legs my tightly bound penis and sheath sprang from between my buttocks, the cord hanging down to the floor!

Whirling around I faced them, my hardening dick trapped within the small tight leather sheath stuck out like a small peg. They all laughed and snickered, poking fun at my small encased cock. I folded my hands in front of me in an attempt to hide it from their view. Savannah instantly ordered me to put my hands on top of my head and to spread my legs wide apart. Savannah and the others crowded around me as Savannah knelt down and untied my now growing cock and balls! She then ordered me to stand perfectly still, do not move. Each girl was give the opportunity to play with my penis and testicles, and they did, fondling me and I tried to resist the pending urge to cum again!

Kim suggested that I be made to lick my own sperm to prove that I really wanted to be a girl. Everyone quickly agreed it was a great idea. They agreed that it would show that I truly wanted to be one of them. Savannah agreed and she made me lie on my back in the middle of the bed. My legs were brought back toward my head. My cock was now inches away from my face. Melinda slowly started jacking me off. It was strange and exciting to feel so many other soft feminine hands squeezing my cock and balls! They were doing things to me that until tonight had only been done by myself! Turning my head I saw Savannah and Kim whispering together. They soon joined Melinda, each of them took turns masturbating me until I cried out at my approaching climax. Savannah ordered me to open my mouth wide, while a hand aimed my shooting cum into my mouth! The other hands continued to pump and milk all of my cum from my softening dick!

Savannah was saying to me, “Keep your mouth open wide Georgiana, you must swallow your sperm like a good little girl.” “If you spit it out or close your mouth you’ll be punished!” I erupted and jets of my cum splattered my mouth and face! Savannah used her fingers to feed me what missed my mouth. The taste was strange but unpleasant, and now I knew what a girl must feel as my hot cum shot into my mouth!

When It was over each girl kissed my lips saying “Welcome little sister”. After Savannah kissed me she whispered into my ear how each girl here would have something to teach me about being a little sissy. Then Savannah told me to go into the bathroom and freshen up a bit before coming back out. She said that she and the girls would be getting the stuff ready for me. As I left the room they had all gathered on the bed and were whispering again. I felt accepted by them and somewhat submissive to all of them too. I so wanted to please all of them, but especially Savannah!

After taking a quick shower, I returned to the bedroom to find Savannah sitting at her vanity brushing her long blond hair. She was dressed in a beautiful green satin dressing gown that matched the color of her sexy eyes.

Seeing that I had showered, she became very angry! She glared at me in the mirror, then turning abruptly she shouted, “Georgiana you little Bitch!” “I didn’t tell you to take a shower and wash off all that makeup that took so long to apply!” “You were just supposed to wash your silly little cock!” “Damn You!!”

Tears came to my eyes immediately and I began to stammer “I’m sorry Savannah! I didn’t mean to make you angry! Please forgive me, it won’t happen again!” Falling to my knees I put my head in her lap and began to cry. Savannah stroked my wet hair saying “It’s OK baby! Stop crying! I sorry I yelled at you, but if you didn’t understand my orders then you should have asked me first! In the future, If my orders and commands are unclear to you I want you to ask me for clarification, OK? You do want to obey me don’t you Georgiana?”

Still sobbing somewhat I managed to gasp out “OOOHHH YES Savannah!!! I LOVE YOU AND WILL OBEY YOU ALWAYS!! You have showed me so much and I love you for that, I want to obey you completely!

Savannah leaned down and kissed my cheek then said. “I know Georgiana, you are one of us now, and if you are going to be my little sissy servant you must show me proper respect!” “You must address me as your Mistress from now on and obey my every command no matter what or how humiliating. You must also show proper respect for all my female friends by calling them Miss or by their name Ms. _____, Will you do that for me Georgiana?” Kneeling back I lowered my head and whispered “YES Mistress, I will do that for you, and I will obey you always or suffer the consequences.”

“Good Georgiana!, now with that out of the way, I am going to have to punish you for disobeying me.” “Now go over to the dresser and get the paddle out of the drawer.” “You will lay over my lap and present yourself for your punishment.” “You will always accept whatever I have chosen as your punishments without complaint, is that clear Steph?” I agreed and answered her with a YES, as I walked to the dresser.

I went to Savannah’s dresser and removed the rubber sided Ping-Pong paddle and handed it to her. I laid across her lap and then I asked her if she wanted my babydoll pulled up or left down?

“Very good Georgiana!” “I am delighted that you thought enough of your Mistress to ask this, and that you are obeying me by accepting your punishment!” “Whenever you displease me, disobey me, or fail me in some way, I must punish you Georgiana!” “You will always present yourself to me, ready to accept your punishment, and from now on I want you to ask me how I want you to receive your punishments, just like you are doing now!”

“Right now, I want you to hold your nightie up so your ruffled panty covered bottom is raised up like this! Savannah helped guide my arms up to my sides, my hands clutching the bottom of the nightie pulling it up to the middle of my back. Then Savannah told me I would receive fifty swats on my pantied bottom for taking a shower and washing off all that makeup! Savannah also said, “I want you to try and hold still for me now Georgiana, and try and be very quiet too, remember I have guests!”

Lifting my head with her fingertips she smiles and says “That’s a good sissy slave, you’re slave Georgiana from now on, and you belong to me alone!” “You must learn to be a very obedient and a very submissive little girl.” “My friends are waiting to show you just what it is like, for you to be a female.” “They have all brought with them some toys and strapon dildos, and one by one, each one of them is going to have you tonight as a girl!” “They have set up a bench for you down there, you will be cuffed and secured to it while they take turns using you with their toys!” “When they tire of using your sissy hole and penis and mouth, I will untie you and bring you back in here with me.” “Then, you will surrender yourself to me completely, and as your Mistress, I will proceed to take your virginity for myself with my own special toy!” Savannah pointed to the largest dildo I have ever seen! Savannah said it was over twelve inches long too! “You will learn what we girls have had to feel every time a guy just wants to have sex with us.” “No concern for your feelings, just fuck you till they get their rocks off!” “I am afraid that is how these girls are going to be with you tonight too Steph!” “In a few minutes we will look in on them, and since you’ve washed off all of your makeup, I think I’ll let Kim show you how to do your face again and maybe Melinda will help you pick out a nice perfume.” “All of the girls will be Dominating you tonight Steph, and tied to the bench as you will be, if they want to spank you they probably will, especially after seeing your cheeks all nice and glowing a rosy pink already!” “But first though, I have to punish you for taking a bath and undoing all my hard work.”

Reaching back she picked up her paddle and proceeded to spank and paddle my ass very hard through the thin fabric of the panties. She continued to rain down the swats to my ruffled covered bottom! Then to my surprise, after what I thought were fifty swats, Savannah untied my panties and pulled them right off! She then told me to count aloud each of the fifty swats she was going to apply to my bottom, and that the other fifty were just a warm-up!

The night and weekend was truly one to remember. I was tied to the bench in the middle of the room and each girl fucked me numerous times! Each girl also paddled my bottom for various reasons and some as punishments too! I was also jacked off by many that night and force fed all of my cum! The girls slid an ottoman in front of me and they all took turns having me eat them out! They were relentless, my mouth was not given a break at all, unless to eat my own cum! It was very late, actually early morning when Savannah untied me and led me to her bedroom. There in the middle of the bed were a stack of pillows, and that huge strapon dildo! Goddess Savannah told me to lay face down on the bed, placing my hips over the pillows and asked if I wanted to be hers from now on?

I begged Savannah YES, please take me, and make me her own!

Savannah then secured me to the four corners of the bed, tying my cuffs off to the bed frame! She then left the room for a moment and upon returning all of the other girls were standing around the bed! I suddenly felt two sets of hands pulling and spreading my butt cheeks open wide! Savannah, as well as the other girls could easily see her target! My asshole was dilated already from the fun the girls had with me already, but Savannah’s strapon was huge! Then I felt it as Savannah pressed the head of her dildo to my awaiting sphincter! I heard some girls comment on how big it was too! Savannah, asked me aloud if I was ready to be hers now? Was I ready to be deflowered as a sign of my obedience to her?

Embarrassed and with many witnesses I said, “YES Mistress, please take me now!”

With that I felt the whole dildo drive deep into my hole. Savannah shoved hard and impaled my hole in the first thrust! The other girls were ooohhh’ing and aahhh’ing as that huge dildo stretched me wide open! Mistress showed no mercy as she drove that huge long dildo into my depths over and over! Savannah pulled all of the way out and then just slammed it back into the hilt, pounding my asshole with full deep thrusts every time! I lost track of all time and I remember at one point Savannah was next to me kissing my lips as the other girls took their turns fucking me silly with that big dildo!

When it was finally over, Goddess Savannah untied me and as she rolled me over, there was a huge puddle of cum on the pillow, my face was pushed down to it as she ordered me to lick it all up! We all fell asleep after that, but not before Savannah chastised me for cumming without permission and for getting her pillow soiled with my cum! Both offenses I would be punished severely for tomorrow by Goddess Savannah and all of her friends too!

Young Woman Enslaves Her Boyfriend

Chapter 1:Public Humiliation

It was the eve of our one year anniversary. We had seen each other exclusively for the past year and I thought it was an appropriate time for a gift. Not just merely any gift, mind you, but a “real” gift. Something that forced me to sacrifice. No, I wouldn’t be able to get that new car any time soon, but “the hell with it,” I figured. Women like Kristen don’t come along very often.

We were in the middle of our Caesar salads when I took it from my inside coat pocket and put it gingerly on the table next to Kristen’s wine glass.

“Por moi?” Kristen chirped, feigning innocence.

I never bought anything with diamonds before in my life. But Kristen, I thought, was special.

“Timmie, it’s beautiful,” she beamed, her cobalt blue eyes wet with victory.

“It just means that you’re important to me, Kristen. It’s a sign of my commitment. It means that our relationship is serious to me.”

“Commitment?” Kristen whispered. “What do you know about commitment?”

An odd question, I thought, spoken just a bit belligerently. Kristen took a sip of wine and brushed a lock of her black hair from her forehead.

“I’m fond of you too, Timmie, but perhaps I’m not as sure as you. I like my men to go the distance, so to speak, for me, and a tennis bracelet, while nice, isn’t really much of a test.”

“A test?” I answered. “Is that what you want me to take to prove that I’m committed to you in this relationship? I didn’t give you the gift to bribe you. I did it to prove my devotion to you.”

She looked at me with those wicked blue eyes of hers. Kristen definitely had the streak of the devil in her. Her soft lips curled up into a smile, or was it a snarl?

The waiter returned with our dinners. Kristen ordered the swordfish, I had the petite filet mignon.

“You may take the doggie’s dinner and put it in a gentleman’s bag. Oops, now that’s embarrassing! I should say…well, never mind. You get the idea.,” Kristen interjected, surprising both me and the waiter.

“Right now? Will you be leaving early?” the perplexed young man asked.

“No, we’re staying, and I’ll eat my dinner here. But Timmie will wait until later, won’t you, Timmie?” Kristen stated as she started to girlishly giggle.

I sat opposite Kristen countless times over a multitude of meals during the past year, but this was the first time that I wasn’t relaxed. Kristen was the type of person who put you at ease immediately. But that night was different. She excused herself and went to the Ladies’ Room as I pondered my situation.

Kristen and I had, by this time, reached an understanding of who was in control. But we really never talked about it. We kept this part of our relationship fairly under wraps. The extent of her control over me was kept discreet in public…until now.

When she returned, I looked at her like the first time I ever laid eyes on her. It reminded me of the Edith Wharton line, “Each time you happen to me all over again.”

Kristen possessed a contained vivacious energy, “like a crate of dynamite trapped in a match box,” I told her on our first date. That made her laugh then, but I felt a more serious tone to the more current proceedings. Kristen lifted one of her ankle boots and slowly poked the heel into my groin, the long white tablecloth effectively hiding her teasing ministrations. She slid a forkful of baked potato into her mouth, but somehow managed to do it seductively.

“Is that a peppermill in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?” she cooed.

I just sat silently, my cock growing.

“Timmie, call the waiter over and have him put some fresh pepper on my potato. But say it like this…my owner, Mistress Kristen would like some pepper on her baked potato.”

I looked at her silently, her gaze never wavering. After a brief pause, I called the waiter over.

“Mmmy owner…Mistress…Kristen would like some pepper on her baked potato, please,” I managed to croak out, sweating bullets.

When the waiter finished, Kristen had him keep the peppermill on our table.

“Timmie, sweetie. Be a dear and take the peppermill and grind some pepper on my boot.”

Her wide, loving eyes just melted my heart.

“Please?” she added innocently, batting her eyelashes.

Kristen shifted in her chair and crossed her legs. I took the peppermill and looked around. Luckily, our table was fairly secluded. I soon had her right black leather ankle boot evenly dusted with cracked pepper. Leaning forward, I looked up when I completed my task.

Kristen looked down at me with an impish grin and, voice dripping with honey, said, “My, my…those boots sure do need polishing. Perhaps a good tongue-cleaning. Would you mind, Timmie?”

I had tongue polished Kristen’s shoes many times before in private and worshipped her cute feet behind closed doors. But public humiliation? Never. I don’t even think that Kristen considered it humiliation. Just a game to see how far she could take me in her control over me.

I waited until our waiter left with my credit card until I delicately got down on my knees. I figured that I had better finish before he returned with my receipt. From the toe to the base of her ankle, I laved Kristen’s sexy boot. Apparently, straight pepper with no chaser didn’t agree with me (a big shocker there!) so I vainly reached for my water glass. Alas, Kristen had already drank it. Consequently, I was forced to gulp down the rest of my Cabernet. I was dizzy when the waiter returned, but my Mistress’ boot was clean and glistening.

“Good boy. I may have some use for you after all,” she giggled, pressing her booted toe into my crotch as I coughed on my pepper-coated tongue.

I drove her home with a lust-filled heart and a blood-engorged cock. Kristen had teased me before, but nothing like this.

Chapter 2: Chastity Cage

“Have a seat, Timmie. I’ll be down in a minute.”

I sat on the sofa and tried to rearrange my bulging erection to make it more…comfortable. A small wet spot marked my Jockeys with a stain of pre-cum fluid. Fifteen anxious minutes later, Kristen appeared, clad only in a sheer black nightgown and hiding something behind her back.

“I have a gift for you, too, Timmie. Something to show that I care. It symbolizes my commitment to you. It proves that I don’t want anyone else to have you or to love you.”

With this little preamble, Kristen produced the gift. She held it out in front of her on both upturned palms. It was a metal contraption with a padlock and a spherical centerpiece that resembled a birdcage. In fact, that’s what she called it, “The Bird Cage.” It was a chastity device, no doubt, and she intended for me to wear it. I was to surrender my cock and balls to my Mistress and lock them in the cage.

As soon as the small box arrived in the mail the previous day, Kristen eagerly opened it. She ordered it two months before when she surfed the Web looking for a chastity device for me. The birdcage immediately caught her eye. It cost $200 dollars, but seemed ideal for long-term wear.

It was made entirely from welded stainless steel and was built to last. Kristen read the instructions and silently purred. A slight grin formed across her beautiful face as she read aloud:

“The larger ring is pulled open, attached behind the testicles and penis, then closed. The penis is then placed in the cage itself and the cage is, in turn, attached to the ring. The padlock is then installed, firmly securing the male and completely preventing sex or even masturbation. It is possible to urinate while wearing the device, although the male may have to sit like a woman. The device can not be detected under clothing, does not unduly interfere with movement, and can be worn for quite extended periods.”

“You have two choices, my sweet Timmie. Put it on or get out. It’s entirely up to you.”

I noticed that from her necklace dangled a small gold key — the key to the cage, apparently.

“Your days of masturbatory freedom are over, my slavetoy. From now on, you’ll have no choice but to be totally sweet for me at all times,” she said with a satisfied look.

The stainless steel device consisted of two pieces that, when locked together, was supposed to prevent erection, and make masturbation impossible. The two main components were the cock ring and the cage. The inside circumference of the ring was the same as the outside circumference of my flaccid penis. Where the metal of the ring came together, it was bent at a 90 degree angle, forming two 1/2″ plates that had been drilled to accept a small padlock. The second and main component of the device was the cock cage itself. Made out of the same 1/2″ wide stainless steel strip, there were three parts: a ring and two sections that were formed in a “U” shape.

“I’m going to make myself a cup of tea. When I return, I expect you either to be gone or naked and on your knees in front of the sofa. Choose wisely, for it may be the most important decision of your life.”

As I watched Kristen’s sweet behind saunter into the kitchen, I decided that my fate was sealed. I would give myself to her in the literal sense. When she returned, I was indeed naked and kneeling.

“Very well, Timmie. You may have made the worst decision of your life…or the best. Only time will tell.

Kristen picked up a pencil from the coffee table and flicked it at my heavy-hanging scrotal sac. Before my brain could recover from the shock, she fitted the ring around my flaccid penis and behind my balls and slipped the cage over easily. The slot in the long tab on the cage fit over the tabs of the cock ring. She replaced the lock that came with the cage with one of her own. It was a personalized gold padlock with the inscription of the letter “K.”

Kristen snapped the lock on, and I was totally secured…and chaste. I would be able to urinate, but completely unable to have a full erection, or have sexual intercourse. My balls were slightly squeezed between the penis cage ring and the cock ring behind my balls.

“As you start to get an erection, the cock ring will trap the blood in your cock, which will prolong the time it will take for your semi- erection to subside,” Kristen matter-of-factly explained to me. “You may need to experiment to discover in which position it is more comfortable to wear, either pointing up or down. A jock strap may be necessary to keep it from pointing straight out and causing an embarrassing tent in your pants. Although the girls at work may enjoy that, don’t you think, Timmie?”

I needn’t answer. I only stared at my imprisoned organ and listened to Kristen’s soothing voice.

“The device is surprisingly comfortable when you are flaccid. But when you wake up with that morning wood…hoo-boy! It will REALLY hurt. If I were you, I wouldn’t dare dream about me. It may not be worth it. When you start to become aroused, the cage will prevent a complete erection and the tissue will begin to bulge out between the large ring and the cage. This may be extremely uncomfortable, even painful, Timmie, dear. In due time, you will learn not to become erect.”

This was a more serious predicament than I first thought. With my manhood imprisoned, the ruthless chastity device merely allowed a partial erection which took all the willpower in the world to accomplish. I had suffered through full tumescence nearly all night long and the cold, unyielding metal cage would have rendered this all but impossible.

“I think it’s time for me to sate my own randy cravings, don’t you think?” Kristen purred, sliding the tip of her wet tongue over her glossy pink lips.

After we entered her bedroom, Kristen ordered me to lie flat on my back. I shuddered as she manacled my wrists to the top two corners of the bed. She gently stroked my cheek and blew in my ear. I moaned but Kristen ignored me, tying my ankles to the bottom two corners of the bed. She then slowly removed her negligee until she was just clad in panties. They were cherry red, just like the ribbon in her hair. She crawled over my face and planted a deep kiss on my trembling mouth. I arched my back as she removed the rest of her undergarments.

My new keyholder then straddled my head to face my captured erection. All that I could see was her luscious rump. But she peered around to tell me, in no uncertain terms, to please her. I then used my tongue to swab every inch of my princess, from the crease of her buttocks to her navel. She was absolutely delectable and her wine soon coated every square inch of my adoring face. My own cock pulsated helplessly in its semi-rigid state and leaked seminal fluid as Kristen blew softly on it and playfully flicked her tongue.

Agonizingly stifled with desire, I orally pleased Kristen for two hours and gave her several orgasms. She kept me on edge by teasing me with her succulent tongue and sweet lips, but I was denied release. There was just no way to achieve orgasm with that infernal device secured.

We were still locked in a “69” when Kristen softly eased into a content slumber. I, of course, could not sleep and when she awoke in the morning, I had a throbbing headache. Leaving me bound, she showered and dressed quickly, stuffing her panties in my mouth and sealing my mouth with silver duct tape.

“My sweet Timmie, I have such wicked delights in store for you. I hope you can keep up with me. I’m very insatiable, you know. I hope you have a strong tongue, at least as strong as that metal prison that keeps such a close eye on your…I mean my…cock.”

Moving closer, Kristen placed a sweet, wet, loving kiss on top of the thick tape. I could have sworn that I felt her hot breath seep through.

Chapter 3: Total Orgasm Denial?

“I think I would like to be treated to a nice champagne breakfast, Timmie.” Kristen announced. “Put your jockstrap on over the cage and get dressed while I shower,” she added before turning away with a smile.

I heard my goddess humming in the shower while I tried to get my trapped penis comfortably hidden under my pants. She started to sing a Tina Arena song, her favorite.

When she emerged form the bedroom, Kristen looked ravishing and smelled even more divine. She knew how her perfume drove me crazy, but would not reveal the name of it. She expected me to figure it out on my own and to purchase it for her before the bottle emptied. If I didn’t, there would be hell to pay, she explained.

“Come along my slavetoy,” she breathed softly while striding past me.

She dropped her purse in front of me and bent over to pick it up. Her ass, meanwhile, lightly brushed against my caged penis. I inhaled deeply and tried to exercise some willpower. It was futile and I felt the steel bite into my tender flesh. It would be a long night, I thought.

We were seated at a corner table and ordered our Cristal and Eggs Benedict. Kristen slipped off her pumps and ordered me to unzip my fly. Luckily, the long white linen tablecloth effectively hid our erotic foreplay.

“Pull your jockstrap to one side, my slavetoy,” she whispered gently to me.

Using her toes, Kristen felt along the edges of the cage.

“So smooth…so cold…so delicious,” she cooed.

She tried poking her big toe into the cage, which, of course, was impossible. In turn, she tried all her toes, all the while sipping her champagne and discussing the merits of an Al Gore presidency. When she used her pinky toe, Kristen was finally able to enter the cage and stroke my restrained male flesh. She giggled and wiggled her toe, causing my penis to gently throb to her touch. She saw the agony in my eyes as the hard, unforgiving steel prevented any growth.

“What’s the matter, Timmie, dear? Have you no self-control? You better get used to it. That thing’s not coming off in quite a while. You see, in this relationship, we have equality. I get as many orgasms as I want. And you? You get as many orgasms as I want, too. You see? Equality!”

Kristen giggled some more.

“I think a fair trade-off would be 1000 orgasms for me and…let’s see…ONE for you! That seems fair, doesn’t it, my slavetoy?”

I didn’t answer. All that mattered to me is that my Mistress Kristen allowed me to be in her divine presence. She allowed me to worship her and to give her pleasure. What more could a guy ask for? I was frustrated, but deeply satisfied.

“Pay the bill, Timmie dear. I need to go to my beauty salon for a manicure and pedicure. I expect you to take over those duties soon. Anyway, since I’ll be taking the car, you can walk home. I’ll call you if I need you. Ta-ta, my little slavetoy,” Kristen softly sang, wrinkling her cute little nose at me. Suddenly, she was gone. Out the door. Oh, how I adored her.

Chapter 4: Punishment

When Mistress Kristen called me back to her home at the crack of dawn, I jumped, as I always did when I received one of those phone calls.

No words were exchanged as I performed a desperate dance of lust and rapidly stripped myself naked until I sank to my knees in front of her.

Giggling, Kristen removed her robe, revealing white lace panties. God, she was beautiful. She slid the panties down sensually, stepped out of them, and sat delicately in a large chair in front of me. With a grin, she looked down at my hard cock, jutting obscenely in front of me.

“I bet I could read your mind,” she whispered as I blushed.

With a sigh, she settled back in the chair and let her alabaster legs slowly drift apart. My eyes fastened on the soft dark hair of her pussy as her finger caressed it. I could soon see wetness envelope the puffy lips.

“Listen Timmie,” she whispered. “Today’s your lucky day. I give you permission to taste me.”

With joy, I tenderly sank my face into that glorious honeypot, soaking up the sweet smell and tasting her essence. With a determination that I never felt before, I abandoned myself to her pussy. There was no sense of time as my tongue explored, caressed, and nuzzled every inch of her womanhood. I relished this moment like it was frozen in time.

Suddenly, Kristen’s hand grabbed the back of my head and ground my face into her loins as she groaned with pleasure. I delicately licked her soft inner thighs as she leaned back.

“Enough, Timmie,” she gasped and my intimacy with her pussy was left unsated, merely leaving me with a frustrated and painfully chastised cock and her juices glistening on my face.

Kristen playfully tousled my hair.

“You’re very convenient to have around, Timmie,” she cooed as she languidly picked up her panties and wiped her moist pussy.

I waited, hoping that she would allow me some relief.

She stood up and cleared some items from the coffee table. I gaped at her in her white bra as she beckoned me.

“Bend over the table, Timmie,” she ordered and I complied, crushing my captive cock into the wooden table top.

“Open wide,” Kristen ordered breathlessly, holding my chin while she forced her musky panties deep into my mouth.

I felt her pushing her damp pussy against my rear and her hard nipples against my back, pressing me firmly against the table.

“I adore having you spread over the table like this,” she whispered in my ear, her long raven tresses tickling my shoulders. “You’re just so naked and vulnerable.”

Startled, I looked back at her grinning face over my shoulder. I suddenly felt very nervous.

“Don’t move,” she warned.

I felt her disengage from me as she rummaged through her handbag. Kristen proceeded to tie my wrists and ankles to the four limbs of the coffee table with strong cord.

“I’m glad you wear a belt, Timmie,” she coldly stated.” I heard her snap the belt and then giggle.

“Better not disturb the neighbors,” she said behind me.

The sudden noise from the stereo made me jump. A top 40 station was playing — Britney Spears singing about loneliness.

Kristen was pushing into me again, grinding her sopping pussy against me and driving my caged cock into the table. The belt trailed across my shoulders and I was, suddenly, very afraid.

“What shall I punish you for this time, Timmie? Surely you must have done something this week to deserve it, haven’t you? You must have ogled some poor young thing when you went to the mall on Sunday to return my shoes, huh? Don’t lie to me.”

I mumbled through the panties, trying to answer her in the negative.

“Hmmm…I’ll take that as a yes,” she said, her hot breath in my ear until, suddenly, she turned away and the stereo volume doubled.

I never even heard the first stroke but I sure felt it as a fierce red hot pain seared my rear end like sirloin on a grill. The panties in my mouth muffled any protest. TLC started on the stereo.

“Two,” she blurted and the next stroke cut deep into my backside. By the fourth stroke, I shivered in pain, my hands pulling at the cord and tears forming in my eyes. The fifth stroke had me perpetually groaning into the panty gag, and by the seventh I was sobbing uncontrollably, my cries absorbed by Kristen’s panties as I surrendered completely to her.

I don’t remember her stopping the torment, but I saw her walk into the bathroom carrying her robe as I sobbed on the table.

Finally, my sobs faded but the burning on my buttocks remained as I lay there. Suddenly, the music disappeared and a fully-dressed Kristen appeared next to me.

“I’ll let you keep my panties as a souvenir,” she said. I’ll just have to remember to be careful when I cross my legs at work today.

Kristen strolled to the door.

“Have a nice day, Timmie.”

I gingerly raised my head and, as I turned to face her, I was amazed to feel my cock desperately trying to burst through its metal confines.

“We’ll pick this up when I get back from work…don’t go anywhere.”

Kristen tossed her long black hair back, giggled girlishly, and walked out the door, shutting it behind her.

“I can’t wait until she finally understands the measure of my devotion,” I thought to myself.

It was a long and difficult day, but I somehow managed to sleep fitfully. My birdcage unfortunately woke me up from the middle of a wet dream. Then my real-live wet dream woke me up.

“I’ll e-mail you when I want to see you again,” Kristen loudly informed me when she returned.

My erection made a comeback, at least tried to, when she brushed up against me to untie my bonds.

“Prepare dinner while I freshen up, okay sweetie? And make sure that Porterhouse is bloody rare.”

Oh, god, Kristen could be so adorable. It just killed me when she acted like that. Sometimes it was easier to accept when she was cruel.

Chapter 5: Bathroom Bondage

The following evening, I nervously watched the clock tick. It was already 11pm and I was supposed to meet Mistress Kristen at midnight at a pre-arranged destination. It was at the airport which was about an hour away. It meant that I had to leave immediately, lest I anger my Mistress with my tardiness.

I parked my car in the short-term parking lot and at 11:40PM, I made my way to Terminal B. I was instructed in an e-mail to be in front of the Ladies restroom nearest to Gate B15 at midnight. I arrived with ten minutes to spare and waited. I tried to act inconspicuously and pretended to wait, which wasn’t hard to do.

I waited until 12:25, when Kristen finally arrived and nonchalantly walked into the restroom. As per e-mail instructions, I discreetly followed her in. I joined her in the far stall and wordlessly stripped off all my clothes. Kristen silently watched, her lips curling into a slight smirk. She wore a pair of jeans, a pullover black sweater, and charcoal gray mules. Her arms were folded and she impatiently tapped her right foot.

Kristen quickly put my clothes into her shoulder bag and removed a four foot length of chain and two combination padlocks. I didn’t know what to expect next.

“On your knees, Timmie…and spread your legs.”

I obliged and Kristen snugly wrapped the chain around my scrotum and locked it on with one of the padlocks. She wrapped the other end around the base of the toilet bowl and likewise locked it on with the other padlock.

“Go ahead, sweet Timmie. Try to stand.”

I attempted to get up off my knees, but could not. There just wasn’t enough slack and my testicles were pulled sharply downward causing me to hiss through my teeth.

“Put your hands together behind your back, my slavetoy.”

Kristen locked a pair of handcuffs on me and stepped back to get something out of her handbag. It was an 8″ by 10″ piece of white looseleaf paper and a roll of clear tape. She placed the paper against the inside wall of the stall and, with a thick red magic marker, she wrote the words “OUT OF ORDER.” Taping it on the outside of the stall’s door, she looked back down at me.

“Sweet Timmie, you have a very difficult night ahead of you. I have to catch a 7am flight to New York for that trade show that I told you about, so I don’t have to be back here for another six hours. Consider this your final test of devotion to me.

Suddenly she walked away into the stall next door. I heard some rustling noises and within two minutes, Kristen returned with a gift.

“Here are my panties to keep you company, my slavetoy. Try not to attract attention.”

I stared at my Mistress with glassy eyes. I couldn’t believe she would do this to me in public — in a women’s bathroom no less! She wadded the panties up into a ball and stuffed it into my mouth. She then wrapped silver duct tape over my lips and wrapped it several times around my head, before finally cutting it off from the roll and smoothing it down over my face.

Kristen picked up her bag and I watched the sweet curves of her ass as she walked out of the stall and closed the door behind her. On my knees, I stared at her shoes. Almost magically, her face appeared in the twelve inch gap between the door and the floor. Our eyes met, and she frowned at me.

“If I were you, my slavetoy, I would try to become invisible, if you know what I mean.”

I was puzzled as I heard her heels click along the tile floor until she was gone. I shivered in the cool bathroom for about a minute, digesting her last words and my current dangerous predicament. I tried to peak under the door when it hit me. My feet! They could see my feet! I put the toilet lid down and carefully climbed on top. Luckily, there was enough slack for me to kneel down. It was uncomfortable, and my testicles were drawn awkwardly back, but I was successful in “disappearing.”

As I kneeled there, I contemplated being caught. What would I say if someone found me. I went in there willingly, so I was indeed breaking the law. I was naked — lewdly naked — in a public Ladies Room. Was this considered a “sex” crime? Oh my god! If I was caught, I would be utterly destroyed, let alone mortified. There I was, nude, kneeling on a toilet in an airport women’s room with a pair of panties in my mouth, my hands cuffed behind me, and my balls chained.

Although the room was as cold as a refrigerator, I started to perspire. The terminal was fairly empty when I arrived, but that would soon change at daybreak. An hour passed until I heard a visitor enter. I shut my eyes as the click-clack of high heels got louder and louder. I heard a yawn and then a faucet running. It sounded like someone was brushing their teeth. After about ten minutes of freshening up, I hear her walk over to one of the stalls. I held my breath even as my thighs started to cramp. I hear a light tinkling as the visitor relieved her bladder. She flushed the toilet, then I heard a faucet run again. Soon the door opened and she was gone. I exhaled sharply and felt the tension drain from my body.

This process was repeated several times throughout that late evening/early morning. At approximately 4am, I heard giggling as two young women entered the bathroom. They sounded like they had just come from the airport bar. They were drunk, loud, and carrying on like sailors on leave. One of them turned on the faucet and splashed the other with water. When they started to slam the stall doors, I got VERY nervous. They chased each other throughout the bathroom, slamming the stall doors louder each time. When they finally got to my door, I froze. It opened, then slammed shut. More giggling, then it happened again. There was a pause of total silence.

“Angelina, I know I just had four margaritas, but I think there’s a man in there,” the brunette said.

“What did you say, Kalinda?” the blonde replied.

“A man…a real-live man!”

I looked down at the floor, then slowly raised my eyes as the door slowly opened.

“Oh my God, Kalinda. You’re right. Hey mister, what happened? Were you robbed or something?”

The blonde began to unravel the tape from my face as I averted my gaze from the brunette, who had a small smile on her face.

“I doubt it Angelina. His cock is wearing a Hannibal Lecter mask and it’s leaking like he’s on the rag.”

Angelina pulled Kristen’s panties from my mouth and I cleared my throat. Although this particular punishment was a surprise to me, I did know what to say from Kristen’s detailed e-mail instructions. She told me how to answer any and all question that night.

“I’m Goddess Kristen’s pet and I’m being punished for overcooking last night’s dinner.”

That’s all I was allowed to say.

“Who the hell is Goddess Kristen?” Kalinda responded with slurred speech, slightly annoyed.

“I’m Goddess Kristen’s pet and I’m being punished for overcooking last night’s dinner.”

“When will she release you?” Angelina chimed in.

“I’m Goddess Kristen’s pet and I’m being punished for overcooking last night’s dinner.”

“This is going nowhere fast,” Kalinda said. “I say we have some fun with him.”

“Is he like one of those guys from ‘East of Eden?'” Angelina asked.

“You mean ‘Exit to Eden.’ Yeah, he’s a male wimp.” Kalinda answered. “I wonder how long he’s been here.”

“Maybe we ought to re-gag him.”

“Well, his Mistress left a roll of tape here on the floor. I got an idea,” Kalinda said. “Get a couple of fresh pairs of socks out of our bag. I’ve got just the ticket.”

Kalinda started to remove her tennis shoes and roughly shoved her pink cotton socks into my mouth.

“Angelina, take off you socks. There’s still some more room in the little slaveboy’s mouth.”

The blonde handed her lavender socks to her college roommate.

“Damn! Only one fits. A-ha! I got an idea.”

Kalinda pulled her friend’s other lavender sock down the length of my birdcage until the leaky head stretched the fabric and formed a stain. The friction nearly caused me to shoot my load. I moaned.

“I think you’re turning the poor fucker on, Kalinda. I think he likes you,” the blonde giggled.

“I don’t think he’ll like me after I do this to him.”

Kalinda pulled my handcuffs back until my shoulder blades were pointing toward the floor. This put tremendous pressure on my back as the young brunette pulled a clip from her hair and attached the handcuff chain to the chain leading away from my scrotum. I was bowed backwards until someone released me from this painful position. My knees had been carrying my full body weight for nearly five hours, pressing against the porcelain lid. I was in agony as I chewed on the college vixens’ socks.

“Buh-bye honey. I hope Kristen doesn’t forget about you,” Angelina said as she left the restroom.

“Slavey-wavey, you’re in a big ole heap a trouble. I wouldn’t wanna be in yer shoes. Adios, muchacho,” Kalinda sneered as she left me.

I held back my tears, and my position, for a full hour. At approximately 6am, I heard a familiar voice.

“GOOD MORNING, MY PET! My, my…what have we here? I don’t remember doing THAT to you. You must tell me all about it one of these days, Timmie my sweet.”

It was her. It was my goddess. It was my wonderful Kristen. I never felt such joy…or such shame, for burning her dinner.

“Hmmmm…Ya know what? I think I’ll keep you. Whaddya think, my slavetoy?”

I couldn’t answer, obviously. All I could do was cry…and cry…and cry.

Chaste Husband 9 – She Wants a Real Man

. My heart sunk when she told me we needed to sit down and talk, but she was smiling and took my hand encouraging me to sit next to her on the sofa, instead of next to it like before. However, things started off with the worst thing I could hear.

“I’m sorry darling, but I still want to start seeing other people. It’s just what I need to do.” She said slowly, pausing to let it sink in. “You’re a wonderful person and I love the way you’re trying your best, but let’s be honest … you don’t really make the grade in the bedroom. It’s not just your size, but you’ve always suffered from premature ejaculation and…well…you’re TOO sensitive… I want a man to take me, fuck me, not spend ages kneeling between my thighs worrying about making me come. I don’t want to leave you but that’s the only other option.”

I burst into tears and she took me in her arms and reassured me, through my sobs, that she wouldn’t leave me if I agreed to this one thing and that in time I would get use to our new relationship. We spoke for hours, holding hands, our fingers entwined, with me trying every other permutation to get around this. I would become more dominant in bed, we could get viagra or delay spray or a strap-on. It seemed like she had thought it all through and had an answer for everything. She certainly didn’t want me using a strap-on on her – not when she could “get the real thing.” I asked how I could prove I loved her if we couldn’t make love together? She simply said that wearing the CB-3000 was not only proof that I loved her, but that she also owned me. Once I was sure she really did want to stay with me and this would be something totally outside of our relationship I reluctantly accepted her right to see other people. It’s the hardest decision of my life I knew I couldn’t live without her so we did agree I would become a cuckold but on certain conditions.

1/ I would not have to meet her lovers. The whole idea horrifies me.
2/ She would not be sleeping around like a whore. It will be monogamous relationships with just one guy at a time.
3/ She would be totally discreet. Neither of us want our friends, family, neighbours or work colleagues to know. “I don’t want people to think I’m a slut or using you.”
4/ She would always use condoms unless she started “going steady” with a guy.

I know these conditions may not sound a lot but it did make me feel like I still had some say and control over the situation.

It was gone four before we finally went to bed, talking about all sorts of things; when we were kids, old boyfriends and girlfriends, funny memories. We hadn’t talked like this since we first met. I suddenly realised that perhaps Angelina was right, this could bring us closer together and deepen and strengthen our relationship. We went to bed and snuggled up together. Angelina actually started to kiss me deeply, her tongue invading and exploring my mouth, her hands gently caressing me, I was in seventh heaven until I moan in pain as I started to get excited for the first time in a couple of weeks and remembered the POI fitted to my CB-3000. Points of Intrigue? More like Points of Hell!!!

“Goodnight Chastityboy,” she said with a giggle, patting my groin and turned the table lamp off. We lay there cuddled up like two spoons and I felt safe and warm lying next to the most amazing and beautiful woman on the planet. I know this isn’t going to be easy, but living without her would be impossible. I can’t deny I’m scared…but at the same time somehow excited that we have a future together, however unorthodox.

Originally posted 2008-03-26 06:00:17.

Chaste Husband 18 – Not Her Man

Working extra hours at work and then getting home, having to shave, put my make-up and female clothes on, make dinner and do my chores is a real drag (no pun intended), but that’s not to say I really mind that much. Miss A and I did sit down and have a long chat after my last post, and it did make me come to realise and understand certain things. I know now that is laughable for me to “be her man” because I can’t be.

Allowing my masculinity to be locked away, accepting dressing as a girl but most importantly “accepting” Miss A’s relationship with Chris changed how she thought and looked at me. She did admit that although she still loved me, she was not “in love” with me. I have to admit it did make me cry, but she was so soft and sensitive and we ended up cuddling into the early hours.

So the outcome?

Yes, I am still wearing the CB-3000. To be honest it’s so long since I even started to get aroused it doesn’t even feel like I could or ever did.

Yes, I am still dressing as a girl; underwear all day and full make-up, my wig, clothes and heels in the evening and at weekends.

The one positive thing is Miss A is not interested in getting a new boyfriend, although she did admit if she met a guy she liked she would start seeing him. As you can imagine I have, literally, been bending over backwards to keep her happy (she is still pretty cut up and upset about Chris) and make her life as easy and fun as possible. She has taken the break-up out on me somewhat, but I suppose that’s to be expected, as we are so close. She does have Miss A Catherine, but she hasn’t spent that muh time with her because Tony is one of Chris’s best friends. I do think she feels that Chris may have been scared off because of me, and she did insinuate that if I’d been “more of a man” she would never had to start seeing him in the first place. I suppose she has a point. I’m glad that it’s just us two again and I really am trying my best to make this work and keep us together.

Things have got “back to normal” so to speak, although the first Sunday after we had our heart-to-heart I was punished far more than I had before. I had my hands cuffed behind my back, as I do every Sunday when I am unlocked and cleaned. Miss A came up and gave me a hug…for a moment I thought it would lead to some intimacy between us…and in a way I suppose it did. Before I knew anything about it she’d quickly raised her knee between my legs. I fell to the floor in agony, banging the side of my head on the bath. I could hardly breath, it felt like my testicles had been pushed up into my stomach and I was in a cold sweat. Miss A quickly knelt next to me,

“Are you OK?” she asked with a real look of concern and worry on her face.

I tried to answer but all the breath had been knocked out of me and I could only nod.

“I’m so sorry, darling, but you know you deserved that?”

Again I could only nod.

For the rest of the day I had a dull ache in my testicles, which I suppose served as a reminder that I will never be “her man” and I had no right to even suggest it. I shan’t even be thinking of it again.

Originally posted 2008-04-18 14:30:36.