Sleep does not come as easily for me as it does for the dominant Goddess I now serve. Curled up with no room to move and as the minutes ticked by even the blanket feels less comforting, the floor of the dog cage seems to press through more and more. I remember my many nights of insomnia and try to remember my favorite techniques for lulling myself to sleep. But I was never one for counting sleep. My favorite technique always involved grasping my stiff column between my hands and stroking myself off in rhythm to fantasies of being enslaved. These memories awake my pines and I find it hard and stiff against my body in the cage. I am tempted to masturbate but I stifle the urge, fearing to wake my slumbering Mistress. Resistance is difficult and does nothing to help me sleep. I spend a fitful night wishing I had the room to toss and turn. It is only when a pre-dawn glow begins to creep beneath the curtains that a torturously light sleep envelopes me.
But I am not lucky enough to be allowed to sleep in. My Mistress raps on the cage around 9 in the morning and I quickly wake up, in typical male fashion, with an erect and throbbing cock and an urge to pee.
Out if the cage, boy
“Ready to go out for your morning walk boy?” She asks me. This time I remember not to speak and whimper my urge instead.
“Good boy. Sleeping in the cage has certainly improved your behavior.” She throws open the door and I crawl out stiffly, even arching my back in true canine style to stretch and then waiting patiently as she reattaches the lead to my collar. She towers over me but I avoid making eye contact, in proper dog form I keeping my eyes even with her knees which are just covered by the house dress she has slipped on.
I happily follow her down the stairs, willing to wag my tail if I could, despite being sourly in need of sleep I am more desperately in need of relief for my straining bladder. This time when she draws open the screen door and guides me out to the fenced-in lawn I have no reluctance about lifting my leg and sending a jet of piss streaming onto the lawn. My Mistress notes this with satisfaction and pets my head and calls me a “good dog” before leading me back into the house for breakfast, which consists of ‘dry food,’ – a bowl of granola that eats sans milk or silverware and a bowl of water. I know I will be suffering caffeine withdrawal symptoms, most likely a splitting headache without some coffee, but I suspect the punishment I would receive for protesting this turn of the game would be even more painful.
When I have finished breakfast my Mistress disappears into the shower while I curl up just outside the bathroom door and despite the hardness of the floor find myself drifting desperately back towards sleep. I am awoken when she opens the doors, wrapped only in a towel and returns to her bedroom to dress, commenting on the way that I am already getting underfoot and tripping her up like a real dog as well.
Dildo puppy training
She emerges a few minutes later in a silky house dress announcing: “Now let’s begin to train the puppy. Puppies need lots of play and exercise to wear them out.”
She leads me down to the living room and pulls out the drawer of one of the end tables from which she fetches a large flexible dildo.
“We’ll use this nice bone as an incentive.” She holds the dildo up by its head. “Now puppy sit.” She jabs her finger at the ground indicating that she wants me down. I play along, lowering my butt to my heels.
“Good dog.” She throws the dildo across the room. “Now fetch.”
I return to all fours and traipse across the living room to where the dildo has rolled to rest at the foot of the sofa. I bend down and gently grasp the sex toy between my teeth, picking it up and trotting back to my Mistress’s side.
“Good doggy, now give Mommy the boner.” I let the phallus drop from my jaw into her outstretched palm. She tosses it across the room again, this time toward the opposite corner. “Fetch.”
We repeat the same game for several minutes. She throws and I humbly retrieve in true canine fashion until at last she seems to grow bored and suggests a new game.
“Tug-of-war for the human doggy. I want you to play it by sucking. No teeth.” She presses the tip of the rubber cock to my lips. I slowly part my lips and take the dildo, sucking hard at a thick (albeit fake) cock for the first time in my life. Her hand plunges it in and out of my mouth. She is firmly in control, fucking my mouth far more than I am sucking the toy.
“Doggy has to play better, now show a little more enthusiasm for Mommy.”
She’s ramming the dildo hard, several times provoking a gagging, choking rebellion from the back of my throat. I can feel the mushroom shaped tip hitting the back of my throat.
“Suck doggy, suck.” She gives my ass a loud smack to emphasize her displeasure with my lackluster performance.
I put more effort into fellating the dildo, sucking in the walls of my mouth, trying to induce an appetite for the rubbery column.
“Hmmm.” She sighs, grabbing my hair and forcing my head to bob up and down even as her fist pumps the toy in and out of my mouth. I surrender to the experience as her “cock” violates my mouth. “That’s better, now let’s change the game a little more.” She suggests, leading me by my sucking mouth latched to the toy, back across to the couch where she sits down.
Time for a face fuck
“Give me the toy.” I let go entirely and she takes the object in her hands, fumbling in the end table again she retrieves a condom and proceeds to open the package and roll the rubber down the length of the toy. Then she presses the flat base and sculpted scrotum to my mouth. “Get a firm grip.” She instructs me.
Then she spreads open her robe and leans back on the couch while thrusting her big open cunt forward. Her crotch rests at the edge of the couch and she guides the condom covered tip of the dildo to the lips of her sex and slides it into her body. For the first couple of thrusts, she handles the dildo herself while pulling the back o my head as a sort of non-verbal instruction. The rules of the new game are not hard to figure out and soon I build up a rhythm, awkward as this task is, pushing the dildo in and out of her pussy with my mouth. At first, she tugs at my hair to guide my pace, but once the tempo is set she leans back and begins working her clit with her fingers.
Her pussy seems huge from down on the floor and it hungrily sucks up the rubber cock. I am plunging it almost to the hilt, my lips nearly touching her netherlips with each thrust. I can smell the must scent of her cunt; I’m hungry to plant my tongue inside her and taste her again, but the dildo forms a frustrating and impenetrable barrier, a gag repressing my tongue. I sink my teeth deeper into the base and push hard while I observe up close the furious motion of her fingers.
She reacts enthusiastically to my efforts and grips my head again, pushing me down on her faster and harder. I can’t breathe from my mouth and as the exercise makes me want to pant I find it harder and harder to draw sufficient air through my nostrils. I’m hoping she’ll cum soon, but that huge gaping mouth of her pussy just keeps sucking at the stiff phallus. I wish it were my cock, hammering into her, enjoying the warmth of that sucking cavern. I watch her fingers rubbing faster and faster against her clit and then I feel her body tense and spasm. She’s cumming now I realize, but my labors are not to end so easily.
For only a moment she holds my forehead pressed against her belly, her fingers still cruelly entwined in my hair, the dildo buried almost to the hilt in her palpitating pussy. Then she begins the exercise again. Fast and hard from the beginning this time. My jaw aches and I want nothing more than to let the dildo fall to the floor. But I know that I am here to please her and that such a lax attitude could only earn her disfavor. If it were my cock I would have cum by this point and the exercise would be over, but the dildo does not grow tired, it can not orgasm or wilt. She begins pushing against it. I can feel the weight of her body, the force of her motion as the base of the dildo presses back, stretching my jaw. Unable to breathe well I feel as if I will soon choke and then her body shudders again in a second spectacular orgasm.
The dildo is drenched with her fluids when at last she takes it from my mouth. She runs her fingers playfully through my hair for a moment or two as our breathing slowly returns to normal and the glow gradually fades from her body.
A few minutes pass before she returns to her feet and announces, “Now that I’ve worn you out perhaps you’ll be a good puppy. But I’ll put you in your kennel just in case seeing as you aren’t properly housebroken yet.” She loops her fingers under my collar and draws me back in the cage before dressing to leave. I settle in as I listen to her footsteps descend the staircase and a few minutes later I hear the electric garage door open and then her car pulling out of the driveway.
The curtains are open and the sun streams into the bedroom warming it as the dust particles dance in the golden rays. I am tired and in spite of the cramped conditions I feel drowsy and before I know it I am asleep.
It was just like any other Friday for me but my girlfriend and soon to be wife was far more excited than usual. She was standing in the lounge of our apartment in her almost skin tight sweat pants and tiny running top fixing her long raven hair into a ponytail.
“Could you help me help me fix my hair, hun?” she asked, her voice slightly higher than normal, a hint at how happy she was. I smiled and walked over to her to help. She turned around and I came up close behind her and gently pulled her soft silky hair through the small tie.
“Jason is coming over soon, hehe I’m so excited, I haven’t seen him in a whole week” She giggled in delight as she wiggled her perfect cute bum against my crotch with her hands on her hips.
My girlfriend’s boyfriend had been away on a work trip for the last week and the two of them had not seen each other since the previous weekend and needless to say my girlfriend was missing him badly.
“I can’t wait to see him, he says he’s been thinking about me the whole time” she beamed as she continued wiggling her soft perky ass closer into my crotch. “I’ve been teasing him like crazy all week long, I bet he’s super horny” she giggled.
That was the understatement of the year! My girl had been teasing her man constantly during the week, with naughty text messages, phone calls and even sexy pictures she had me take of her on her phone. I guess he really was going crazy. They had been on the phone all morning; I couldn’t hear what she was saying to him as I had been cleaning our bedroom and tidying up around the apartment.
“Thanks hun, that’s perfect” she said as she made a final adjustment to her hair clip and slowly turned around to face me. I wrapped both my arms around her toned waist and held her in close. She smiled into my eyes as she planted a slow sensual kiss on my lips. “Mmm you’re the best cuckold, hun”.
I felt her soft hand slip down my chest and stomach and over the waistband of my shorts. “How is Mr Happy today, hun?” she asked with a cheeky grin.
I smiled back into her gorgeous bright blue eyes and said: “same as yesterday, horny and frustrated as hell”. I let out a small laugh as she smiled back at me.
“Hehe, mmm I’ll bet he is” she cooed back in semi concern. “Poor Mr Happy, he’s been in his cage for so long. I’m sorry I kept you locked an extra week hun, but I thought it didn’t seem fair that you got to cum and poor Jason didn’t. I promise I’ll make it up to this weekend” she smiled before giving me another slow passionate kiss on the lips.
“Besides, I think I owe you for all the extra teasing I’ve been giving you while Jason was away” she winked at me while running her perfectly polished black fingernail over my tight plastic chastity device. My cock immediately stirred in its tight and tiny prison, this only made her giggle even more.
The moment is interrupted by the buzzer on the door. “Oh that’s Jason now” my girl beamed as she skipped off and over to the door and turned the handle.
Jason was barely halfway inside the front door when my girl wrapped her arms around his neck in a huge hug. He had to be quick to wrap his arms around her to stop her from falling over, one hand quickly finding the small of her back and the other slipping down to her bum.
“Hi Ava, I missed you so much” Jason smiled.
They had an extra long and very passionate kiss right there in the doorway before she took his hand and lead him inside and over to the couch. Jason sat down first and my girl sat down on his knee with one arm around his shoulder. I sat down on the other end of the couch.
She was running her hands through his hair as we all sat and chatted about the previous week. They were even more lovely than usual, with her giving him little kisses now and then and him tugging her in close with his arm around her waist.
Sensing the mood between them both, I decided to go and take a shower, with all the cleaning and tidying earlier I had worked up a bit of a sweat, plus I wanted to give them both some time alone. “I’ll leave you both alone for a while, I’m just going to take a shower” I tell them as I get up off the couch and make for the hall.
I figured they would pretty soon head upstairs to the bedroom and I could listen to them have sex from the spare room. I left them alone with each other as I headed up the stairs to the bathroom. I made one quick look into our bedroom to make sure everything was set up for them both. The bed was freshly made and the bottle of wine was beside the bed.
My shower was a little colder than usual on account of how frustrated and horny I was what with being kept locked in chastity a week longer. But there was nothing I could do about as Ava had the key, except clean my aching cock through the hard clear plastic.
I was still drying my hair with a towel when I came downstairs and saw them both still chatting casually with each other. To be honest, I was surprised and a tiny bit disappointed, I really thought they would be desperate to have sex after a whole week apart.
We all chatted for a little while longer, then Jason got up to leave. He and Ava shared a big hug and another long passionate kiss as he was leaving.
I walked with him outside to his car, chatting about his trip along the way.
When we got to his car, I asked him if he wanted to come over later and be with Ava. He smiled at me as he looked up from his car window and said: “you missed it; I just fucked her on your kitchen table”.
I stood there completely stunned and didn’t know what to say as he started the engine and drove off smiling.
I couldn’t believe it, this was something completely new. Usually, they have me clean them both up and sometimes Ava unlocks my chastity device and we have sex afterward.
By the time I got back inside, Ava had gone upstairs to the bedroom. I followed her up and went into our bedroom. I stood in the doorway looking in at her lying on the bed with a sexy grin on her face. She was wearing nothing but her pink sports bra and her black panties.
“Hehe, did Jason tell you?” she asked smiling up at me. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs revealing her soaking wet thong!
“You had no idea, did you?” she giggled as she leaned back and traced a finger over the thin fabric of her thong. I looked down between her legs and say that it was soaked through!
Ava pointed to the floor with her finger and that was my cue to drop to my knees and lean in between her smooth shapely legs. I hooked two fingers in the edges of her thong and slowly slid it down along her thighs, over her knees and finally over her ankles.
I looked down to see her pussy was a beautiful shade of red and slightly puffy, the exact color it goes just after she’s been fucked. Ava slips her finger in between her labia and slides up upwards towards her clit before bringing it to her lips. “Mmmmm so yummy, hehehe” she giggles.
The story of them fucking on the kitchen table
She has me lean back as she idly toys with her sensitive clit while she tells me what happened while I was in the shower.
“Hehe, Jason had his finger inside me as soon as you left the room. He wasn’t wasting any time; he slid my pants and thong down to my knees and practically dragged me over the kitchen table”
She giggled at that last bit, as she casually continued playing with her clit, just inches from my face.
“I was so wet from teasing him all morning while you were busy getting our room ready, Jason slipped his cock inside me in one thrust when he bent me over the table!”
My cock was straining as she told me. Her fingertip now slipping inside her soaking wet pussy.
“Oh my God, he was so horny, he practically pinned me to the table and fucked me so hard and rough…hehe, he was in me before you even had the shower turned on!”
I winced a bit as my cock began to strain hard against the hard plastic that kept it only semi limp at best.
“I nearly cum there and then, he had his cock so far inside me I was stuffed!” She gasped at her own description of the feeling.
“Mmmm then he shot the BIGGEST load I’ve ever felt inside me, it felt like it was boiling inside my pussy, it felt SOOOO good, I could feel his cock twitch as he filled me up with cum!”
I looked down at her thong lying on the bed between her spread legs. The amount of cum in them was incredible…it was WET…completely soaked through with a mix of her juices and sticky cum.
She held it right up to my eyes so I could get a proper look at just how much cum was actually in there before she leaned back and slipped her ankles back in through them.
She looked down at me as she stood and smiled. “You can have them later, when all Jason’s cum is in them” she winked at me as she fitted them back in place with a tiny audible wet snap!
Ava took my hand and pulled me up on the bed beside her. She smiled as she laid me on my back and straddled my hips and began to unlock my chastity device.
My cock practically sprang out of the tight plastic cage as she slid it off. “Ohh someone is happy to be out of chastity” she giggled as she slowly began to pump her soft hand slowly up and down on my aching cock.
I closed my eyes and lay back, enjoying the sensation of pure bliss as my girlfriend slowly worked her hand up and down on my cock.
The feeling was quickly interrupted by my girl’s phone ringing. She reached over with her free hand and answered it. Her hand still working its magic on my cock.
“Oh, hi Suzanne, how are you?” she beamed into the phone. “Yea, I’m great. Jason was just over, hehe”.
I tried to ignore Ava chatting to her friend as best I could as she skillfully worked my cock in her now slowing hand.
“Of course I’m going to Jason’s party tonight, are you?” she replied. I opened my eyes abruptly at her answer. “What party?” I asked as Ava shushed me by putting her cummy finger over my lips.
Her hand motions had by now stopped completely and my cock was now motionless in her petite hand, as she was totally engrossed in conversation.
“A party at Jason’s house tonight” I thought to myself, “that could only mean one thing…lots of Ava’s cute friends by the pool and a long night locked in chastity for me in his spare room listening to them both have sex.
“Sure, I’d love to get some lunch with you, give me a few minutes and I’ll meet you there” I was about to open my mouth to protest but she cut me short. “Oops, sorry hun. That was Suzanne, she wants to go get some lunch before Jason’s party and she asked me to join her, I guess we’ll just have to do this another time”. She said in semi concern.
She gave my very swollen balls a slight squeeze to aid in making my cock go limp that little bit faster as she placed the open end of the chastity device over the tip of my cock, and slid it all the way back on and locked it back up.
“I’ll be back in a few hours hun” she said as she pulled back on her sweat pants over he cum soaked thong. She turned back as she put her hoodie on and blew me a kiss from the doorway.
“See you later, hun” she giggled and with that she skipped down the stairs and out the door.
A little pleasure for her in the shower
I laid on the bed watching TV and checking emails on my laptop for a while after Ava left, it was kind of hard to concentrate on anything on account of how horny I was. Ava had kept me locked since the week before Jason had left for his work trip and had practically teased me every chance she got in the meantime.
The result being after almost two whole weeks of constant teasing and denial meant I was nearly going insane with frustration, but the strange thing was, I was now beginning to enjoy it in a weird sort of way. Ava’s continuous teasing and the ever-present dull ache in my balls was starting to feel good. My body was actually getting pleasure from not being allowed to cum!
At the same time I looked down at my now limp cock in it’s tiny hard plastic cage and wished I could just take it off and have an orgasm I so badly wanted, but then I thought about Ava and how much she liked to keep me locked and teased and realized it would be selfish of me to just masturbate and have an orgasm without her. Besides, it would be much more fun when she came back and we would take up where we left off.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and Ava coming up the stairs. I was still lying on the bed as she walked into our bedroom. “Hey sexy” she smiled as she put her bags on the dresser.
“Mmm, having fun are we?” she laughed at seeing me still naked from before with the laptop beside me on the bed. “Haha, I am now that you’re here” I smiled back at her. “Nah, just checking some emails and goofing around on YouTube” I replied.
“Hmm, I’ll bet you were” she said with a cheeky grin. I slid over to the end of the bed and wrapped my arms around her waist and gently pulled her in closer to me. “How was lunch?” I asked.
“Great, we went to that new place.” she said as she gently ran her fingers through my hair. “Sorry it took so long, Suzanne and I went shopping and got our nails done” as she told me as she wiggled her bright shiny new fingernails in front of my eyes.
“Mmm, very cute” I complimented, on her new pink nails. “I got a new bikini for the party later too” she said excitedly as she pointed to the small blue bag on the dresser. “I want to take a shower first so I’ll show you after” she winked.
Ava ran her finger along my cheek and she looked down at me sitting on the bed, her thighs brushing up against my chastity cage. “So, did you miss me?” she asked softly as she leaned in closer. “Of course, we both did” I laughed up at her. “Hehe, somehow I knew you’d still be naked when I got back” she grinned.
I slowly stood up and began kissing her softly on her neck and pulled her in even closer into me, she responded immediately and slid her hand up around my neck and turned my attention to her own lips.
I kissed her deeply, my tongue slowly slipping into her mouth as I unzipped her hoddie and slid it off her shoulders. I felt her gently bite on my lip as I opened her bra, we parted our lips only for a second as I slid her sports bra over her head and let it fall behind her on the floor.
I felt her smooth firm breasts press into my chest as she hooked the two fingers into either side of her running pants and start to slide them off her hips, down her thighs.
My hands ran over her perfect boobs as she leaned forward and stepped out of her pants and lightly kicked them off her ankles onto the floor. My hand slipped down her stomach and over the front of her thong.
“Whoa!, They’re soaking!” I said in amazement as my fingers glided over the thin damp material. “Mmm, I know.” She said as she leaned back to give me a better look at her underwear. “I could feel his cum leaking into my thong all day…some of it was even dripping down my leg!” she said excitedly as she peeled the now sopping wet thong down and off her legs.
Ava held her saturated thong up in her hand for me to see. It was now completely soaked through and was slick with wetness. I leaned in to lick the pre-offered thong in her hand, my cock stirring in its cage at the unmistakable scent of cum and my girlfriend’s juices, but as I moved in closer she moved her hand away and smiled. “Mmmm, maybe later” she laughed and tossed her wet thong on the bed.
She took me by the hand and led me towards the shower. I kissed her softly as she turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. She stepped into the shower pulling me inside along with her. She stood under the flow, allowing the hot water to cascade down over her toned body. She smiled at me as she took the bottle of shower gel and squeezed some out, the thick white liquid oozing over her perfect C-cup boobs.
Her other hand slipping between her legs as she spoke: “Mmm, what do you think sexy, I’ve been really dirty today…maybe you should clean me off?”
I smiled a wicked grin as I began massaging the shower gel into her ample boobs, my cock straining hard in its tight cage!
She leaned in an kissed me on passionately on the lips as she put on leg up on the side of the bath while her fingers idly played with her clit. I gently rubbed and massaged her soft breasts as she reached for her purple vibrator that was beside her shampoos on the shelf.
She moved her head and was now biting softly on my earlobe, her hot breath quickening as I slipped my hand down her wet body to meet her own that was already teasing her clit.
I kissed her hard, biting and nibbling as I slowly moved down on her neck. I twisted and pinched her nipples in my fingers as I slipped a wet finger inside her.
Her hips moved with the rhythm of our two hands sliding in and out of her pussy and she bit down on her bottom lip as she moved the vibrator down over her clit and flicked it on.
Her back arched as I took the vibrator and slipped it inside her and started to slowly slide it in and out of her pussy. Her hot breath on my ear got faster and faster as she neared an orgasm. “Ohh my God mmmm, faster… fuck me with my vibrator, mmmmm” she breathed into my ear as she slipped her free hand between my legs.
Ava kneaded my balls in her hand as I pumped the long purple vibrator faster and faster in and out of her pussy, her body sliding down to meet my hand with every upward thrust of the vibrator!
Her head tilted back and she moaned out loud as her orgasm shot through her whole body! She squeezed my swollen balls in her hand as she came, her body riding up a few inches on the vibrator in her pussy “Ohhhh myyyy Gooooddddd….” She moaned out as the water splashed down on us both.
After she had come back down from her intense orgasm, she turned around and cuddled into me, wrapping my arms around her while we stood there holding each other close in the shower.
“Ohh hun, they really are full, aren’t they?” she said as she was soothingly massaging my tender balls underneath my chastity cage. “They’re practically swollen!” she said with a surprised smile as she kept rubbing them in her hand.
She turned back around to face me, with her hand still on my balls. “Maybe we should do something about that? She said smiling into my eyes. “…Later…” she said with a sexy wink!
With that she turned back around and picked up the shower gel and began squeezing some onto her back and ass…
We spent quite a while lingering in the hot shower, we both washed each other, stopping only to kiss and cuddle as the hot water flowed over both our bodies.
Eventually, we had to get out and I helped Ava dry herself off with a huge white towel and sat watching as she dried her long dark hair. “Ohh I have to show you what I got for the party” she said excitedly as she dropped her towel and skipped back into the bedroom.
I picked up another towel and began drying myself off as I followed her, staring at her beautiful ass the whole way.
“I got the cutest bikini for the party tonight” she smiled gleefully as she reached into the small blue bag and pulled out her tiny new purchase.
“What do you think, sexy as hell isn’t it?” she said as she held up her new bikini for me to see. It was a tiny zebra print bikini with pink straps, the type that would have every guy’s eyes at the party popping out of their heads looking at her in it. I absolutely loved it!
“Wow” was all I could say as she slipped her legs into the tiny bottoms and pulled them up. “You look amazing” I told her. “Hehe, hold on hun, you haven’t seen me wearing the top yet” she laughed.
She led me over to the bed and pushed me back until I was sitting on the edge. She moved in between my legs and began to dance seductively right in front of me in her new bikini bottoms. My aching cock straining hard against the tight cage and her loving every second of it.
I was so transfixed watching her ass slide around with her new bottoms on I hardly noticed when she spoke. “hehehe, enjoying the show?” I looked up and smiled as I snapped out of my trance. “Will you help me with my strap?” she asked turning around.
“Sure babe” I said as I reached up and lifted her wet hair and tied the spaghetti thin pink straps together on her back.
I sat back on the bed and we chatted and talked about the night’s party while Ava did her makeup and hair. “Oh, did I tell you that some of Jason’s kinky friends are going to be at the party tonight?” she said as she had her face close against the mirror as she put on eyeliner.
“He said he would introduce us to them if we wanted” she said excitedly.
“Sure, that might be fun” I said half-heartedly.
“But only if you want to, hun, I said I’d have to ask you first” she smiled as she slipped on a tiny pair of shorts over her bikini bottoms.
She came over and sat beside me on the bed as she slipped her feet into a pair of 6 inch wedge heels. “Hey, your toenails match your bikini” I laughed as she swung her feet into my lap. “I know, aren’t they the cutest” she grinned as she pointed to her heels. I smiled silently back as I buckled the tiny straps on her heels.
“Ok sexy, time for you to put your pants on…you’ve been naked all day!” she laughed as she tossed my shorts at me.
We both laughed as I slid my shorts on, and I got up and held her in close and kissed her on the lips. “You look amazing, babe” I said as I stared into her beautiful eyes. “Mmm, you too” she replied as she traced her finger down my chest.
We stood there in each other’s arms for ages until her phone rang. “Oh, hi Jason…sure, we’ll be down in a minute” she smiled excitedly. “Ok, Jason is here, it’s party time!”
“I’m so excited, this party is going to be great” Ava almost squealed in excitement. I hurriedly put on my t-shirt as Ava grabbed her bag off the dresser and I followed her out the door of our bedroom and down the stairs.
“Oh, don’t forget the beer, hun” Ava reminded me as we walked into the hall. I walked over to the kitchen table, where only a few hours earlier my girlfriend and Jason had furious sex and slid the case of beer off and followed Ava out the door to Jason’s car.
Jason was leaning against the car waiting for us when we came out. Ava strode over and put her arms around his neck and gave him a long adoring kiss on the lips. He responded instantly and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in closer. They lingered in the kiss for a minute or so before peeling apart.
“Wow Ava, you look amazing” Jason said, looking her over with a huge smile on his face. “Aww thanks Hun” she beamed back at him. “You like?” She smiled as she twirled around in front of him. All Jason could do was just nod with a grin on his face.
“Are you guys all set? It should be a killer party” Jason asked us both. “You bet, I’ve been looking forward to it for ages” Ava laughed. “Great, those beers will get a good home, hahaha” Jason laughed as he helped my load the case into the boot of the car.
Jason walked around to the drivers’ side and opened the door while Ava opened the passenger door and got inside. I got into the back and sat in the middle of the backseat.
As we drove along Ava and Jason began chatting about earlier, all the while they held hands up front. “That was kinda fun earlier?” Jason laughed as he spoke to the two of us at once. “I don’t know what happened, it just sort of happened like that” He smiled at Ava as he chatted.
“I figured you two were horny” I laughed back “Just not THAT horny, hahaha”. We all had a small laugh at that one. “Are you kidding…Ava had been teasing the hell out of me the whole time I was away” Jason exclaimed out loud as he slid his hand along her thigh.
“I don’t know how you coped locked up in that cage. If that was me, I’d have EXPLODED”, Jason said looking back at me. “Ohh he nearly did once or twice!” Ava said, winking at me in the back.
“Don’t worry babe, I’ll make it up to you soon, I promise” she smiled. I thought about that for a second in my mind. I had been locked for over two weeks and teased almost constantly by Ava. I had never been locked this long before and was practically aching for an orgasm. I knew how happy it made Ava to keep my horny and frustrated like this so that made it easier to deal with. Besides I was sort of getting used to it in a weird way and I was really looking forward to when Ava took it off and how she was planning to “make it up to me”.
“Will there be many of your kinky friends at the party?” Ava asked in an excited tone of voice. “Sure, there will be a few, they always come to my parties” Jason smiled as Ava had her hand on his leg. “Oh great, I can’t wait to meet them” Ava beamed.
After a few minutes in traffic we pulled up outside Jason’s apartment building. I could hear music coming from the back and figured the party was around by the pool. We all got out of the car, Jason carried the beer while Ava took my hand and we followed him through the building.
There were about twenty or thirty people all standing around by the pool when we walked around. The party was in full swing and everyone looked to be having a great time. I could smell a BBQ and the music was pumping.
I looked around at the people who were there. I knew almost none of them, some I recognized as Jason’s neighbors and some faces I had forgotten names to. Everyone was wearing shorts or bikinis and there was no shortage of booze, all in all, our kind of party.
One thing I realized quickly was how many beautiful girls were there, and suddenly I became very aware of how tight my chastity cage was!
Jason put the beers down on the table next to us and said: “get yourselves a drink and some food and I’ll introduce you both around”. Ava gave my hand a slight squeeze in excitement hearing that.
Ava loved partying and meeting new people and the prospect of meeting some of Jason’s kinky friends was so exciting to her I could actually see it in her eyes. I went inside and mixed us up some drinks and came back outside and handed one to Ava as Jason took us around the party to get to know everybody.
Jason had quite a varied mix of friends and I Ava and I got separated as we got chatting to this person and that person about all sorts of interesting things. I kept thinking in the back of my head which ones were the kinky ones, but I knew better than to just ask straight out as not all of Jason’s friends were into that.
I must have spent hours just chatting to a few people there when I went inside to get myself another drink. By this stage the party was in full swing, some people were diving in the pool, others were playing drinking games, some of the girls even had even taken their bikini tops off! I made a mental note to attend more of Jason’s parties in the future!
I looked around and saw Ava chatting to a few girls by the pool; she was twirling around showing them her new bikini and looked totally engrossed in conversation. I walked inside to Jason’s kitchen and over to the table with the enormous assortment of booze and began making myself another drink when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder.
I turned around and saw a beautiful girl standing behind me. “Hi there” she said in a soft voice. “You’re Ava’s boyfriend right?”
I could barely speak looking at this gorgeous girl right in front of me. She was just a little shorter than me with long blonde hair, I figured she was sort of emo from the way she had it styled and the cute pink streaks she had running through it. Her bright pretty blue eyes were perfectly offset by her smokey makeup.
She looked absolutely stunning as she stood there waiting for me to find the power to move my jaw to speak. I was transfixed by her…plus the fact she was completely topless and her boobs were just inches from my chest wasn’t helping my concentration!
“Em…yea…hi…I mean yes, I’m Ava’s boyfriend, yes” I all but stammered out as I spoke to her. “Hehe, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Tara” she smiled, laughing a tiny bit at my brain-fart.
“It’s nice to meet you, I was chatting to Ava and thought I’d come to say hello to you” she smiled as she put out her hand for me to shake. “Ava was just telling me about you two, you both make a really nice couple” she said as I shook her hand.
“Thank you and I hope she didn’t give too much away” I said half laughing and half trying to gauge her response. “I haven’t seen you at any of Jason’s parties before, where has he been hiding you both hehehe” she beamed.
“This is our first party since he moved here” I explained. “Ohh, that makes sense I guess” Tara smiled.
I was amazed at how non phased she seemed to be as she chatted topless to someone she just met. She seemed to be very happy and confident as we made conversation. I, on the other hand, was having a slightly harder time, trying not to notice. My cock was beginning to strain a bit in its tiny cage as we spoke. Two weeks of Ava’s continuous had made me super horny and I really had to try hard to stay focused on what she was saying.
“So are you both planning on coming to any more parties?” She asked.
“Oh yes, we both would like to make this a regular thing” I replied, shifting a bit as I stood there.
“Great, so I’ll be seeing lots more of you two in future then?” she smiled.
“Well I better be getting back outside, I want to take a swim” she said as she set down her drink. “And you can stop peeking at my boobs, hehehe” she laughed as she winked at me.
I almost coughed as she said it, but knew she was only kidding when she winked.
I grabbed my drink, composed myself and went back outside to find Ava. It took me a while to pick her out in the crowd, more people had turned up and the party had gotten bigger. I eventually spotted her at the other side of the pool, chatting to a blonde girl. I was too far away to see what they were saying but they both had their phones out and looked like they were exchanging numbers and Ava looked really excited.
Ava smiled and waved at me as I made my way over to her. She slipped her arm around my waist as she took a sip out of my drink. “Hmmm where have you been Hun, chatting up all the cute topless girls? She laughed as she poked me softly in the ribs.
“Haha, something like that. What about you?” I asked “Who was that girl you were chatting to?”
Ava looked at me with a look of pure excitement in her eyes. “that was one of Jason’s kinky friends. We were just chatting about…stuff… her name’s Megan. She’s really nice, we had a great conversation, she’s into lots of… things” Ava smiled wide as she told me that part!
“We arranged to meet up sometime, and we swapped numbers, she said she’d love to meet you” Ava explained.
“I bet you’ve been having a good time checking out all the cute girl’s boobs here” Ava said joking as she slipped her hand over the front of my shorts and gave my chastity cage a squeeze. “I better do something to distract you before you get too excited” she whispered in my ear.
Ava bit her bottom lip and winked at me as she tugged on the thin pink bikini strap behind her back. My eyes nearly popped out as she slowly peeled the tiny top off and teasingly threw it at me. She took my hand and led me over to where there were a few other people dancing.
As we walked along I could swear every guy’s eyes were on her, she was loving every second of it as she had me wrap my arms around her waist and she danced around in my arms…knowing full well she was teasing the hell out of me!
The rest of our time was spent drinking and dancing and having fun. The party got better and better as it went along and by the end, everyone was either drunk or topless or both.
After a few hours the last couple of people stumbled home, only Jason, Ava and I were left in the kitchen talking. Jason gave Ava a look that she immediately picked up on. She was still not wearing her bikini top as she walked over to him and he slipped his arm around her waist while he turned towards the stairs.
Ava took my hand in hers and I followed behind her as they went upstairs to Jason’s bedroom.
When we reached Jason’s room, they began kissing each other passionately. Ava was still holding my hand and motioned me to come closer. I already knew what she was thinking and ran my fingers down leisurely down her back to her tiny shorts.
Jason was kissing her neck and tracing his hands over her perfect boobs. I unbuttoned her shorts from behind and slowly slipped them off her hips and down her shapely legs. She moaned softly as Jason nibbled on her neck and thrust her bum out towards me as I slid her tiny shorts down over her thighs.
My cock was now aching hard in its cage as she kicked her shorts off her heels. I ran my hands slowly over her smooth ass as I hooked two fingers into the corners of her bikini bottoms.
Ava parted her legs a little as I carefully began tugging them down. Her moaning was muffled slightly as Jason kissed her deeply on the lips. I pulled her bottoms down her legs and held her carefully as I helped her out of them. Jason slipped his hand between her legs and I felt her body tingle as he began teasing her clit.
I looked down at Ava’s bikini bottoms in my hands and saw that they were soaking wet already! She must have really been aroused all day!
Jason took Ava by the hand and led her towards the bed. She climbed on as he took off his shorts. Ava smiled at me and told me to “take off your shorts babe and come over here with us”.
I slipped off my shorts and slowly joined them on both on the bed. Ava was on all fours as Jason moved behind her and kissed all down her back to her ass. “Mmmm babe, I want to see your cock in its cage as Jason licks my pussy”.
I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead as Jason’s tongue slipped between her legs. She started moaning in pleasure as soon as he started.
Ava ran her hands over my chest and over my trapped cock and balls as she slowly bucked her hips. “Mmm I’ve been getting wet all day thinking about Jason’s tongue on my clit babe!” She whispered in my ear, her hot breath quickened the more aroused she got.
I want to see your cock locked in that cage
“I love both your tongues sooooo much” she whispered as she nibbled on my ear. I kissed her deeply on the lips and felt her hot tongue slide into my mouth as her bucking got faster. Her mouth would break away from mine every time Jason’s tonguing picked up in intensity.
After a few minutes Jason moved out from behind Ava and slid her over to the edge of the bed, his cock was now rock hard and he slowly guided her head towards the tip.
Jason stood on the floor as Ava laid on all fours on the bed, and slid her soft pouty lips down over his cock. I moved alongside her and held her long hair back in a ponytail as she worked his long shaft slowly into her mouth.
Ava moved one hand back between her legs and began to rub her clit. I watched as two of her fingers slipped slowly into her warm wet pussy, before sliding out again glistening with her juices. She was completely soaked and practically dripping wet.
I knelt there beside her, my cock throbbing it my cage, unable to get fully hard. I so desperately wanted to be able to get hard, to taste her juices as her head bobbed up and down on his cock.
Ava slid Jason’s cock out of her mouth with a wet slurpy “pop” and began flicking her tongue under the tip of his cock. Her hand had moved up to her boobs and she pinched and tugged on her sensitive nipples, the juices from her fingers leaving them glistening.
“Mmmmm please fuck me…” Ava said as she looked up at Jason. He once again went around behind her and pulled her roughly into him, this time the tip of his cock right behind her pussy.
“Uugghhh” she moaned out load as Jason pushed his cock right into her in one long fast stroke. He started pounding her right away and her hips bucked wildly.
I knelt in close to her and held her up as Jason thrust his cock in and out of her pussy. Ava pushed me back slightly, a glazed look in her eyes. “Oh my Goddd Hun, his cock feels soooo good” she breathed out through the fucking she was getting. “Mmmm spread your legs Hun, I want to see your cock locked in that cage, it gets me soooo hot!” she gasped, her breath sped up rapidly.
I leaned back and spread my legs, giving her an unrestricted view of my caged and aching cock. Ava reached out and wrapped her hand around my balls and started kneading them in her wet fingers. “Uuugghhhh….uummm…I love keeping you locked…you’re the best boyfriend ever…I love you Hun!” she gasped as Jason shifted his position and began pushing into her harder.
I kissed her deeply as she started to squeeze my balls ever so slightly harder. The mix of pleasure and pain shot through me like electricity.
My aching cock was now leaking precum all over her hand and Ava teased the tip of my cock through the tiny opening in the top of my cage with her finger, scooping it all up with her fingertip.
She slipped her finger into her mouth and sucked it in deep as her body jerked back and forth with Jason’s thrusts. Ava loved to tease me when she was getting fucked hard and was fast becoming an expert at it. I watched transfixed in pure lust as she slid her finger in and out of her inviting mouth. Her finger sliding back and forth over her damp pouty lips.
As I watched her I so wished her finger was my cock she was sucking. I so badly wanted release, to feel the warmth of her mouth over my cock…
But that wouldn’t happen as long as I was locked in this cage!
“Ummmm his cock feels so good Hun, its filling me up” Ava breathed out as Jason slowed his thrusts right down and just allowed her to back up on his cock at her own pace. She alternated between long slows strokes and fast short ones as she worked him deep inside her, as she got to the brink of her orgasm.
Ava bit down on her bottom lip and squeezed my balls hard as her orgasm hit. Her whole body stiffened and she rode up Jason’s cock almost to the tip as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her! I grunted from the pressure of her hand squeezing my balls in her hand.
Ava flopped down on her stomach on the bed, totally spent from the furious exertion and the massive orgasm she just received. She was panting hard and her body glistened with a thin sheen of sweat.
She rolled onto her side to try to catch her breath and smiled up at me with her hand still on my cage. Jason sat back on the bed, his cock still hard. It seemed he hadn’t came just yet.
“Oh my God, I needed that so bad” Ava said still out of breath, as her hand slipped down between her legs once again and she idly played with her clit.
“Babe, Jason and I could really use a drink, would you go downstairs and gets us both one?” Ava asked as she teased the tip of my now ready to burst chastity cage. “Sure, ok” I said, slipping off the bed.
I walked out of the room and headed for the stairs, the aching in my crotch only made more apparent by having to move. I went down the now messy kitchen and started making us some drinks. I took my time to allow them both to catch their breath before I headed back upstairs.
When I walked back into the bedroom I got a pleasant surprise. Ava was now lying on top of Jason in a 69 position and was bobbing her head up and down on his still hard cock, while Jason was underneath busily lapping away on her very wet pussy.
I smiled and set the drinks down on the bedside table, before I climbed back onto the bed and hold Ava’s hair like I’d done many times before. Ava looked up at me and smiled with his cock still in her mouth, she worked Jason’s hard deeper into her throat, slowly pumping it with her mouth.
She was deliberately slow and soft as she had no interest in making Jason cum; she wanted him hard for what was to come later on.
Ava pointed down with her finger and I knew that was my signal to get on my knees in front of the bed. She slipped her mouth off the top and slowly circled his throbbing tip with her tongue…giving me quite the show as I looked on just a few inches away.
Loving the fact that she was making me watch, Ava proceeded to give Jason a very wet slippery blowjob. She kept him on the verge of cumming for what seemed like ages, never letting him slip over the edge, all the while he was doing the very same to her.
I watched as his cock slipped out of her mouth as she moaned out loud as another intense orgasm rippled through her. Once again she rolled over panting hard to catch her breath.
“Mmmmm, would you pass me a drink babe?” Ava asks, still lying on the bed. I reached over to the bedside table and hand them both a drink. They both sit up in bed beside each other, her hand idly playing with his cock.
They both sat back and took long sips from their drinks. “How was that Hun?” Ava asked both of us. Jason held her in tight and whispered something in her ear that made her laugh, while I just smiled back.
We all sat and talked for a short while they got their energy back. Ava reached over to the bedside table and picked up a bottle of lube and began to slowly squirt some out onto Jason’s cock. She slowly circled the tube over his cock, making sure it was coated completely in the clear viscous gel.
They both put their drinks down and Ava moved across and straddled Jason’s lap. She raised up on her knees, so that her vagina was directly over his now slippery wet cock.
“A little help, hun?” Ava winked as she looked over at me. I knew exactly what she wanted. I leaned in and gripped the base of Jason’s cock with my finger and thumb, holding it steady for her. “Thanks babe” She said as she lowered herself down slowly onto his cock, until her labia were touching my fingers.
“Babe, Jason and I would like some alone time now” Ava said as she looked over at me on my knees beside the bed. “Ok sure, hun” I replied as I got to my feet and kissed her on the lips. “Thanks, you’re the best” Ava replied as I walked out of the room, leaving the door open, as usual!
I was only halfway to the spare room before I heard them, my cock and balls aching the entire way.
Jason’s spare room is seldom used so all that’s in it is a low single bed and a simple plain duvet, nothing else. I laid down on the tiny bed in the empty room and listened to them have sex.
I could tell Ava was really enjoying herself, the sounds of her moans and gasps echoed through the hall and into the tiny room I was in. I could hear the unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh and hard breathing.
I laid there for some time just listening to them and savoring every sound. After a while, I went downstairs to get some water. As I passed by the door I glanced in and saw them both lying across the bed, Jason sliding his cock into Ava in long slow strokes with her legs high in the air. Neither of them noticed as I passed by again a few minutes later on my way back to the spare room.
I laid awake for what seemed like hours listening to them both having sex until eventually, I drifted off to sleep.
I was awoken sometime later by the sound of my phone beeping, I looked at the message and it’s was from Ava, it read “R u awake?”
I text back, “yes” and waited for her response.
A few minutes later Ava walked into the spare room. She was still naked only now her sexy raven hair was casually clipped up in a sort of quick up-do. She looked amazing, her body just slightly glistening in the soft light of the room.
I stay lying in the bed as she stood over me, her legs ever so slightly parted.
She had a well satisfied smile on her face as she looks beams down at me.
“How did you sleep?” she asked. “Frustrated” I laughed up at her as I reached out and touched her thigh. I looked up between her legs as her finger slid down to her pussy as I saw a thin rivet of cum between her tight lips.
She slides her wet cummy finger between her pouty lips and licks it clean, and smiled down at me “Mmmmm yummy” she winked. “wanna see the rest?” She asked innocently.
Ava parted her legs and gave me a proper look at her pussy. Her labia and inner thighs were covered in cum and her pussy was all puffy and swollen like it had just been pounded by a hard cock…which it certainly had.
“Jason was super horny, babes, and he shot the two biggest loads of cum I’ve ever felt inside me. I guess I must have teased him a little too much while he was away, hehe” She explained as she trailed her finger along her sticky pussy lips.
Ava peeled back the duvet and climbed in beside me. She cuddled right up beside me and ran her finger through my hair as I held her in close to me. She whispered in my ear “wanna taste?”
I smiled for a second then nodded in agreement. She got to her knees and slid up along my body until her pussy was directly over my face.
She slid her hand down and parted her lips with two fingers and lowered her sticky pussy to my waiting mouth.
My sense of taste exploded when my tongue come into contact with her. The taste of cum and her juices was so intense and overpowering.
She pressed her vagina right down over my mouth and gently rocked her hips back and forth over my tongue.
“Mmmmmmm, I love it when you lick me like that, babe!” She moaned softly. I eagerly lapped up the sticky cum that was between her legs and on her labia, before I slipped inside her vagina.
I almost couldn’t believe the load of cum inside her, it was enormous. Her pussy was practically filled with it! It flowed out of her.
“Whoa, you’re completely full!” I gasped from underneath her. I saw her look down at me she smiled “I told you”. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and slowly pulled her back down over me and slowly traced my tongue over her pussy and clit.
I head her moan quietly and the gentle rocking in her hips increased. She pressed herself right down, completely covering my face under her. I was in heaven as I lapped away at her pussy, teasing her clit with my tongue at the same time.
I heard her breath quicken and felt her body squirm a little as her orgasm built. She wrapped her fingers in mine and squeezed them hard as she teetered on the brink!
Ava bit down on her lip and ground her pussy into my mouth as another orgasm pulsated through her body. The cum in her pussy practically gushed out she rode my face.
She rode the wave of her intense orgasm for what seemed like minutes before, she climbed off my now flushed red face and slipped back into the bed beside me. She smiled a very satisfied smile as her hair clung to her skin.
She saw some of the cum on lips and chin and she started to kiss deeply, her tongue probing my mouth as we held each other in close. Her breathing calmed as she slowly caught her breath.
Ava’s hand traced down my chest, between my legs, and over my chastity cage. She idly ran her finger over my now throbbing and full balls, before cupping them in her hand.
“Mmmm that was amazing” she said as she gently kneaded them in her fingers. She softly squeezed and rolled them in her soft fingers as she looked into my eyes and smiled.
We laid there for what seemed like hours, just holding each other in our arms. After a while she slipped out of the bed and smiled back at me.
She blew me a sexy kiss as she walked the doorway of the room, the shafts of light making her skin shimmer.
She popped her head back around the door “Don’t worry babe, I’ll leave the door open so you won’t miss anything” she winked.
I laid there for hours, listening to the muffled sounds of her sucking his cock and them having sex, with the taste of cum and her juices in my mouth and the now constant dull ache in my balls, as I drifted off to sleep.
It felt like I was only asleep for a few minutes but I awoke to the sun shining through the gap in the blinds and the sound of my phone beeping. I looked at the message and it read “wakey wakey sexy ”.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and climbed out of the small bed. I walked down the hall into Jason’s room. He and Ava were sitting up in bed with the pulled back. They both were still naked and we chatting away together when I walked in.
I walked over and sat across the bed beside Ava. We talked for a while about the party and last night, before the subject of my chastity cage came up.
“How are you holding up in there” Jason asked jokingly. “Frustrated” I replied as I spread my legs a bit and laugh a little. Ava just smiled and ran her finger along the clear plastic, just on the tip of my cock.
“I think Ava is planning on doing something about real soon” Jason said, smiling across to her. “You’re so lucky” he added. I smiled back and said “I know” winking at Ava.
“Awww” Ava beamed and hugged me tightly.
We stayed talking about the events of the night before for a while longer, before Ava and I got dressed. We turned down the offer of a lift from Jason as we both wanted to walk back together.
When we got back to our place, we went straight up to the bedroom and took things easy. I sat on the bed as Ava began taking off her shorts and bikini and brushed her hair.
We chatted a bit about the night and the party and I asked her about Jason’s kinky friends. “I didn’t even know they were there” I said.
“Oh, trust me they were” Ava replied with a smile.
“Megan and I had a great conversation, we must have been chatting for over an hour” she said as she kicked off her heels.
“An hour? Whoa, you two must have really hit it off. What kinda things did you chat about?” I asked, surprised. I only saw Ava with her for a few minutes, I hadn’t realized they were chatting that long at all.
“Oh yea, she’s really kinky and into all kinds of things. Some of them sounded so hot” she said excitedly. “I told you we swapped numbers, right? I said I’d love to meet her again soon”.
“She and her friend Tara, go to a lot of Jason’s parties” she explained. “I think you met her, the emo girl?” she asked, as she climbed onto the bed in front of me.
I held her in my arms as she hugged into me. “I’m so tired, I really need to get some sleep. Such a long night” She smirked up at me.
“Me neither” I replied, still holding her in my arms.
“Oh look” Ava giggled, as she picked up her thong from yesterday that was still on the bed. “You still hungry?” she winked, holding up the small black underwear, still covered with a dried mix of cum and her juices.
I smiled back at her and opened my mouth and she dropped the tiny thong into my mouth. It tasted exactly the same as her pussy had earlier. We both laid down in our bed and I wrapped my arms around her as she spooned into me.
I felt her ass tease into my cage as I softly kissed the side of her neck.
“You know babe, I’ve been thinking” she said softly. “What’s that?” I asked taking my mouth off her neck for a second.
My Master set up a quick meeting a few miles down from our house with a man who was looking to get laid. We didn’t know his name & he didn’t know ours. Once we pulled up to his car & he saw we were a man/woman couple, he agreed to follow us back to our house. I was very nervous so when we all got out of our cars, the Master warned him that I was very nervous. He said he was too which made me feel a bit better.
Master instructed us to come into the living room & told him that I was going to suck his dick & for me to get on my knees. I kneeled down & started undoing his belt & pants. I looked up briefly & he was looking down at me while I struggled… My hands were shaking. We caught eyes for a second but then I had his cock out in my hands, which was completely soft so I took him in my mouth. It was about the same length as Masters cock but thinner. He had hair down there which I’m not used to but he had a good body, was not too bad looking & probably at least 6 or 7 years younger than me. As I was sucking his dick, Master was recording me with his phone & telling the guy how I like it rough. I was holding onto the back of his thighs and I’m sure he could feel my hands shaking as gripped him for balance. The guy’s dick was getting harder so Master told him to grab my hair and really face fuck me & that I love it that way, which is when his dick got really hard.
His cock tasted & smelled good, Master was watching and I know it was turning him on so I was loving it. I really do love feeling used as I suck dick.
Master kept encouraging him to pull my hair, fuck my Face harder, make me gag, telling me to suck that strange cock. I loved hearing him tell us both what to do, hearing him dominate me, telling him to use me, calling me his sub slut. At this point, I had drool running down my chin from my mouth since I wasn’t really allowed a break to swallow as he was thrusting into my wet mouth. As hard as he was face fucking me, it still wasn’t as hard as my Master would have done it but we were strangers. I’m guessing he isn’t used to a woman not needing more foreplay than sucking dick, so he was probably holding back, not quite sure what our limits were.
After about 15 minutes, he told my Master that if I kept swallowing his dick like that he was going to cum so Master told me to stand up and he pulled my shirt up over my head. I already didn’t have a bra or panties on so I was instructed to take my shorts off and get onto my hands & knees on our Ottoman. I slide off my shorts and did as I was told, making sure I had my face down on the Ottoman with my back arched and ass in the air because that’s how Master likes it.
I saw his dick was really hard, red and shiny from drool and I felt so exposed with him behind me like that because I knew my pussy was open and wet. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more like a slut in my life and I loved it! Master moved beside me so he could see my face, take pics and more video and he asked me if I liked sucking strange cock and I told him I loved it! He asked me if I was ready to get fucked by some strange cock. I told him I was and then I felt the man behind me rub his dick up and down my slit. I was very wet so he slid right in all the way to his balls. It felt so good having it in me after feeling it in my mouth and being so turned on from all the cock sucking.
He started fucking my pussy, holding onto my hips, guiding me back and forth. I heard Master snap a few pics, then go back to recording & telling him to fuck me harder. It didn’t take long before I was moaning & Cumming on his dick. I was told to get on my back and spread my legs so he pulled out & his cock was hard as a rock and all shiny with my juices. he stuffed his dick back in, grabbed my thighs and kept fucking me, fast and hard. I kept looking over at Master & loved seeing him watching. I could tell he was loving me being such a slut. I also liked seeing this complete stranger leaning over me, holding my thighs open, using my pussy at his direction, having no control over what was happening to me. Having no control is what does it for me so I came again pretty quickly, my pussy pulsing & squeezing his cock.
After that, it wasn’t long before he was pounding into me as fast as he could and was groaning that he was going to Cum. He rammed his cock in me once more and I felt him fill my pussy. Master told him I like to clean up so I sat up and took his Cum covered dick in my mouth and licked him clean. Master wanted to see him Fuck my ass and asked him if he could go again. He said maybe after a few minutes so I kept sucking and licking, making sure not to miss any of the Cum on his balls. He told him I could suck cock all day so he stood there catching his breath and I just enjoyed the Cum leaking out of my cunt and the taste of his dick in my mouth.
Master came over, told me I did a good job and asked if I wanted him in my ass. I mumbled around the dick in my mouth yes. He started slapping my ass with his hand, real hard cause he knows how much I like it. He was pretty aggressive with the slapping. I could feel the dick in my mouth getting harder. He tried to stick it in my ass but I was so tight & he just wasn’t hard enough. He asked my Master to slap me again so I took some more hard slaps to my ass… It was getting so tender & red. He seemed to really like seeing me get my ass beat because I’d feel his dick get harder in my mouth. He tried working it in my ass again but it just wasn’t happening. He needed more time to recover than we had so we sent him on his way. As he was pulling his pants up, I thanked him for the fucking. I had at least 2 orgasms & loved feeling like such a slut. As he was leaving he said that if we wanted to do this again, we knew where to find him. I really hope
he gets invited back 🙂
Three days had passed since the infraction. Three days where she only caught glimpses of her adored Master and received no acknowledgment of her presence. Making matters worse was the fact that no one in the household would look at her or speak to her. She had been well and truly ostracised.
This morning, however, one of the servants had entered her room with a tray covered by a white linen cloth. Directing her to stand facing the wall, the servant came behind her and fastened a blindfold over her eyes. It fit snugly and not even the faintest of light rays pierced the leather. She reached up to check how adjustable it was but it had been applied in such a way that the hood would not move at all.
The arms of the servant embraced her mid-section and a belt was drawn across her stomach and locked into place securely at her back. Kneeling, the servant applied and locked wrist and ankle cuffs before stepping back to check each item was snug and secure.
She stood silently in the enveloping blackness unsure of whether to be excited that her Master had decided to take her back, or scared at what would follow.
But whatever was planned was not to happen now. Guided back to her cot in the corner of the room she was made to lie down and her wrist cuffs secured to the hook just above the head of the bed.
Bounded and ready
It felt like days had passed before she heard the lock to her door click. Unknown footsteps made their way to her bed and her wrists were released from behind her head. Pulled to her feet, her arms were vigorously rubbed and massaged before her wrists were secured to rings on her belt.
With a person on either side of her, she was led out her room, down the hallway and into her Master’s study.
Sounds of winching, chains been moved and squishing filled the air around her. Then the hands were on her again leading her, turning her around and spreading her thighs so that she straddled a bench of sorts.
She was slowly lowered until she felt a slippery knob pressing against her pussy, recoiling she tried to fight the downward pressure but the hands insistently pushed at her shoulders until she was impaled on what must have been an impressively thick dildo. Chains were quickly applied to the rings in her belt and the winching sound came again pulling her down deeper onto the dildo. Now there was no moving upwards from her position on the cock. Her wrists were unhooked from the belt and her arms pulled above her to be secured to another ring somewhere above her. More winching and her torso was stretched as much as possible.
Next the bench split between her, the edges moving outwards to make a wide v pointing at her cunt. Her ankles were secured to the legs of the bench and her knees strapped to the outermost edges of the v. Finally a gag was slipped into her mouth and secured behind her head.
The footsteps quietened as they left the room and the sound of the door closed.
Blind, exposed, impaled and unable to move even slightly she sat and awaited her fate. Overcome with relief that her Master was, at last, to welcome her back into His fold, she wept until her head dropped and she fell into a deep sleep.A cacophony of footsteps, tinkling laughter and excited conversation woke her up.
Several people had entered the room and could no doubt see her in her exposed position. She whined and tried to say no but the gag prevented her from making more than grunts and hums.
She sat shaking while orders were taken for drinks and the sounds of people finding seats filled the room. The conversations continued but in her panic she could not make out the words that were being said.
How could her Master do this to her? He had always said that she was special and that He would not share her. Even at outings with like-minded people He rarely allowed more than a nipple or two to show and yet here she was spread and exposed for everyone to see. Perhaps there was a screen that she was behind. That’s it, He’s trying to fuck with my mind, she told herself.
Finally, the sound of Sir clearing His throat quietened down the room. Now only the sound of ice chinking against crystal glass could be heard.
“I know many of you have seen my latest slut, although not quite as much of her as you see before you now,” Hy said to the room. “I had initially intended to keep her to myself; however it turns out that this particular thing has a need to be the center of attraction. And who am I to say no hmmm?”
“So as your invitation to tonight’s soiree explained, we will be seeing which one of our slaves can give my slut the attention she feels she deserves.”
As He spoke, He moved behind her and removed her blindfold. Blinking against the dimmed lights an audience of about 15 Masters and Mistresses along with at least one or two pets started to emerge.
“So who would like to kick off tonight’s entertainment?” Master asked, flicking a switch that made the dildo deep inside her begin to pulse and vibrate.
The devil twins take their move
A quiet but firm voice sounded from the corner, “Mine will” and the gathering slowly made a path for an evil looking vixen that crawled like a panther from her Master.
The vixen’s hair was long and black, the same as her nails which had been filed to sharp points. But it was the cold animal determination in her eyes that was most frightening and it was impossible to break eye contact with her.
Coming to a stop before her, the vixen sat back on her ankles and placed her hands on the slut’s upper thighs. Curling her fingers, she dragged her claws cruelly down the inside of the slut’s thighs leaving a trail of raised, red lines behind them.
Her gasp was heard by all in the hushed room and Master smiled at the vixen encouraging her to continue her administrations. With her hands positioned slightly above her knees the vixen dived in, latching onto the exposed clit and sucking hard on the little knob between sharp bites.
Shocked by the intensity of the sensations and lack of foreplay, she screamed against her gag and tried to pull at her restraints. In seconds she exploded moaning.
Seeing this, Master invited the audience to partake of the rest of the slut.
Twin blonde slaves giggled, sought permission from their buxom and friendly looking Mistress before bounding forward and straddling her thighs. The two exchanged a kiss before lowering their heads to administer to her nipples, suckling softly at the fast hardening nubs.
Eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught she felt her body tremor and squirm all over the dildo still busy inside her cunt as a second orgasm washed over her body. She could feel herself flooding over the tool and blushed knowing that if the vixen moved everyone would see the evidence of her wantonness.
At that moment the vixen moved abruptly away and the sound of a flogger moving swiftly through the air assaulted her.
It was not her that was to be flogged though. It was the twins. The seemingly friendly Mistress had turned nasty and was wielding the flogger with the vigor of a man in a street fight.
“How dare you disgrace me with your vanilla teasing,” She screamed at the girls, as first one then the other received the brunt of the hefty rubber utensil. “This slut wants to be center of attention, that’s not attention! Give her attention damnit!”
The twins picked up the pace on her nipples biting harder as each thud connected with their backs. Both began writhing on her thighs pressing their public bones deep into her muscles and gyrating manically.
The flogging stopped and the vixen returned to her position. By now her body was so over-sensitized she could not take the stimulation. Twisting uselessly away from the hand and mouths of the three women on top her she started to cry and scream against her restraints. Shudders tore through her body and sobbing she passed out.
Master is perfect
She woke to a quiet room that had darkened. She now lay flat on the bench but she was still immobile. Her legs spread with empty cunt exposed, her body tied down to the flat of the bench and her arms held stretched behind her.
Master strolled into her line of vision.
“Awake now are we?” He said, trailing His fingers across her body. “Did you get enough attention, my slut?”
“Meuwwwll.” The gag had been removed. “No Syr, all I want is You I promise!”
Breaking out into sobs, she cried her apologies and begged for Him to take her.
“No slut. I believe it is now My turn to receive some attention.”
Removing his pants he straddled the bench and placed his cunt over her face, teasingly out of reach.
“Please Master let me give you my attention, please, please, please, please….”
Hy brought Himself squarely down on her mouth, grinding away at her nose and chin taking her breath away and flooding her with His juices. His hard pulsing knob moved in and out of her mouth and down to grind against the bone of her chin. She stuck her tongue out to lick and suck at whatever she could get her mouth at, but Master grabbed a fistful of hair and held her in place so Hy could fuck her the way Hy wanted.
Eventually, Hy erupted, His juices gushing over her face, in her mouth, up her nose and into her ears and hair. Hy slumped briefly, then stood, leaned over and kissed her lightly on the forehead.
She was kneeling. She hated kneeling but it was where he put her and she loved to please him by following his orders. Her back was to the door and she faced the wall, waiting for him to appear. Hearing the door open, and then close again, she started trembling. The thought of him, of his control of her, always made her tremble.
He walked in, stepping behind her and cupped her face with his hand while tugging softly on her hair. “Hello girl, how are you today?” A soft moan escaped before she answered him, “Fine Sir, I’m fine, thank you.” Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a blindfold and slipped it on her eyes, tugging it down over her hair. “That’s my good girl, ” he said. “What are you moaning for girl?” She shook her head, feeling small already, just with those feel words, the tug of the hair, the blindfold.
“Nothing Sir, just a silly response to you being here.”
He chuckled, liking the smallness in her voice, the trembling of her body. “Ah but responses aren’t silly, girl, they’re the point of the thing, as it were. If you didn’t respond, you wouldn’t be very much fun, now would you?”
Again, she shook her head, knowing that her ability to please him was more than half the fun for him, that and the fact that he could have her do just what he wanted without fear of recrimination made for an excellent power exchange. She gave freely to please him because her pleasure depended on his.
“You are a dumb little cunt aren’t you?”
Trembling more, she whimpered and whispered, “Yes Sir, your dumb little cunt” He came around her and stood in front of her. She listened for his next words and instead heard the sound of his zipper sliding down. She felt her body clench and herself get wet just with that tiny sound. Whimpering she tried to press forward with her head to lean against him. A sharp tug of her hair stopped her.
“None of that now. You go where I WANT you to go, besides, I don’t think you deserve this, do you?”
She moaned, knowing that he was stroking his cock in front of her blindfolded face, wanting to feel it in her mouth more than anything. “Yes, Sir, I mean no Sir, oh Sir” her need was evident in every syllable.
He smiled but answered sternly, “Which is it you dumb little cunt? Yes Sir or No Sir?”
“OH. Please, Sir, it’s whatever you say, Sir.” She felt even smaller now that he was talking to her sternly, just like her daddy used to when she was disobedient. She sniffled a bit, feeling lost and small and little girl like.
He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and smiled with her obvious need to please, getting harder as he stood in front of her. “You want to suck don’t you, little girl? You want this hard throbbing cock in your mouth?” He brushed it against her lips then stepped back, sliding his hand up and down the shaft. “My baby wants a pacifier, doesn’t she? Tell Daddy what you want, little girl, tell me exactly what you want.” The precum glistened on the tip of his cock and on her mouth, but she knew better than to lick it without permission.
Please daddy, let have your cock
“Please, please daddy, let me suck you” she felt his fingers tangle in her hair and then felt her head being pressed down against his leg, felt his heavy balls resting on her head in the back. She whimpered and put her hands down, now on all fours. With a sharp tug, her head was pulled up to stretch her neck, the tip of the cock pressed against her mouth.
“Open up little girl”
Moaning she opened her mouth and felt it slide over her tongue, the taste of precum making her eager for more. Holding her mouth open was difficult but he hadn’t said she could suck, only to open for him. Then she heard the door open behind her and she started trembling, wondering who it was. She heard the sound of another zipper sliding down and whimpered then felt daddy’s cock slam into the back of her mouth, pressing down her throat. The sound of a belt being undone came next and she heard “Suck girl, don’t you dare stop until I tell you otherwise.” Crying she started sucking on him, as she felt her legs being spread and her cunt get wetter.
Grunting as she felt a hard, thick cock push into her cunt, her face pressing into her Daddy’s legs, she started to shake harder than before. “Good girl, good dumb little cunt, suck Daddy, suck him harder.” His hands tugged her face on and off his cock, as the man behind her slammed into her cunt again and again.
She felt a ripple run through her body, needing to cum but knowing that she wasn’t allowed to do so without permission. She moaned louder, around his cock, sucking urgently, milking it with her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Two hands wrapped around her waist and then she felt herself be pulled back hard against the body behind her as it slumped against her with a heave, then she felt the cock pull out and a splash of hot wetness hit her back and asscheeks. “Cum babydoll, cum for Daddy” She came, in a trembling mess, nearly losing her balance as she did so. Saying this, her Daddy thrust down her throat, tightening his grip on her hair. He held himself like that, cutting off her breath as she rocked back and forth in pleasure. The sound of the door opening and closing was heard just after that, and she felt yet another cock sliding into her wet cunt, making her try to moan around Daddy’s cock.
Gag a little for me, my dumb slut
Knowing that she would choke soon, he held his cock in the back of her throat. She began writhing around, hips bucking as the other cock slammed into her harder and harder, moving suddenly from her cunt, and pressing against her anus. Gasping, she felt it press firmly into her sphincter and then start a speedy rhythm slapping her ass with each thrust. Daddy pulled his cock back into her mouth and started his own rhythm, pushing her back and forth between them. “Cum you dumb bitch, cum if you ever plan on cumming again” With that he pushed against her throat again and then pulled out, splashing cum all over her face. Opening her mouth with a shaky breath, she started moaning, “I’m cummingggggg ohhh gawdsssss yes please Daddy let me cum again” She felt the cock in her ass spurt hard as he slammed into her one last time, then felt him slide out, as she shook with the need to orgasm again. “Cum slut” Giving one last cry she whimpered her way through yet another orgasm.
”Thank you Daddy, thank you. “ She felt her arms weakening and lay down on the floor as she heard Daddy zipping up.
“Well babydoll, you made $40. Aren’t you pleased?” With a chuckle, he started walking out of the room. “I’ll see you later my good girl, clean up and get back to work.”
“Jesus Christ will you shut the hell up?” I thought as I stared blankly at my boss sitting across from my desk. He’s droning on and on about how his internet connection at home is slow and if I think he should buy a new Dell. I try to act as if I’m paying attention but all I hear is “Blah blah blah” and I desperately want these five minutes of my life back.
My little baby girl
Mercifully he concludes his lame diatribe and walks out of my office. I decided to check on my girl again. Months ago after acquiring her, I installed web controlled wireless security cams in the house. I’m not concerned about burglars, but do it just to watch over her lovingly. She loves the idea that she can be watched secretly and protected by her Daddy.
Amanda is in her mid 20’s, has a petite body with athletic overtones, and raven black hair which hangs down between her shoulder blades. Her eyes, definitely her most striking feature, are a deep, radiant blue. Sometimes when I stare into them I feel as though I’m floating in the air and they are compelling me to fall into them. She’s certainly not a supermodel, but she’s very attractive in an understated way and men pay attention to her in public for reasons even they can’t comprehend. When I “found” her she was a shy, reclusive loner who isolated herself in clothes befitting an old librarian who obsessively kept way too many cats. Months of training stripped that outer coating off to reveal the beautiful temptress within. She means the world to me.
Anyway, I look on the web again and am watching her while she does her chores in the nude. During daily tasks, she isn’t allowed to wear clothes, which was very hard for her to grow accustomed to. Even now after so many months of ownership my chest still tightens up a little every time I look at her. They are feelings of love to be sure, but so much more than that. When I gaze upon her I am driven to possess her, use her, and revel in her treasures. It is at the same time a need for spiritual bonding and an insatiable drive to further my dark hold over her and to subjugate her to my will through mind-bending sexual experiences and intense mind games.
Tonight I’m going to do something special. I’ve been thinking about it all day and can’t concentrate on my work. I’ve remained in my office most of the day letting the desk shield the evidence of my arousal. While watching her, I’m touching myself through my slacks and pondering the dark, twisted things I will do to her this night. As I’m watching her on the cams, I ring the phone. Noticing who is calling, she takes a moment to calm herself and answers, “Yes Sir.” Subconsciously she turns around to face the nearest security cam in the hopes that I am watching her at this moment.
I reply, “Hello Mandy, how is my little girl?” This is a trigger. The use of the name Mandy as opposed to Amanda causes her face and chest to flush red. She knows what this means, it’ll be one of our very special nights.
When she replies I can hear the huskiness in her voice even as it rises in pitch to mimic a young girl’s, specifically a girl of about 10 or 12. “I’m really good Daddy.” I continue this little banter with her in which I ask her about her chores, her girlfriends (non-existent 12-year-old friends of course), and anything else little girl related. With this banter and using the power of my voice, I am grooming her for the day’s events.
I tell her to have dinner ready when I get home at 5 and that I will be renting a movie for us to watch for the evening. I tell her to go and get ready, and with a “Yes Daddy, I love you” she hangs up the phone to get ready.
I turn off the cam and actually try to get some work done. However, I cannot push her from my mind and I fantasize about the things I will do with her. I stop on the way home and pick up “The Jungle Book” by Disney.
As I walk in the door, I expect her to come running, but I get no reception. Normally on one of these nights, she’ll come running up and give me a girlish hug and a kiss on the cheek. I call out, “Mandy? Daddy’s home” but I hear silence in return. Well, that’s strange, but the house is sparkling clean and I can smell food in the oven, so I sit down and read the newspaper while I wait. It’s important to remember that I have to do things that are stereotypically Daddy-like such as reading the paper, drinking beer, fatherly language etc to complete the illusion, though in truth I actually dislike doing these things. It hardly builds the right atmosphere if she comes into the house and her Daddy is playing Halo.
I hear her key in the lock watch as she nearly skips into the living room. She is dressed perfectly in a tight t-shirt top which says “Princess” and a knee length skirt with cute pink tennis shoes and matching socks. She isn’t wearing a bra because we haven’t gone out to buy her first training bra yet. This is a farce of course as she is a small C-cup, but it will make for another exciting encounter. She’s put her hair up in pigtails and looks simply adorable. As I sit there gazing at her two things occur to me. The first is that I love this girl as much as any man has ever loved his woman, and the second is that we are both going to go to hell for our sick, twisted needs.
The young lady is in trouble
Speaking authoritatively I ask what every father has asked throughout history, “Where have you been young lady?”
She blushes and replies, “I’m sorry Daddy, but I was at Sally’s house. She needed help with our Math homework.” Of course, there is no Sally, but this is a nice touch. So, I tell her to get washed up for dinner.
Everything occurs like it normally would if it were a father and daughter at home, except that I occasionally disrupt her pattern with little triggers here and there meant to keep her off balance and wondering what will happen next. I do this by seductively touching her arm briefly in an inappropriate way, “accidentally” bumping into her in the kitchen, and a myriad of other small gestures. As she’s washing up I get up and quickly grab a bunch of DVD’s and toss them all over the floor. Then as she comes back into the room I chastise her for not cleaning the living room properly.
Her eyes go red as she says, “But I did clean it, Daddy. I don’t know how those got on the floor.” I walk up to her and look her in the eyes and ask her if she’s arguing with me. She replies, “No, not at all.” So, I tell her to pick them up and she argues (intentionally) “But I already cleaned up Daddy,” so I slap her smartly across the face. Of course, this stops her in her tracks and she stares at me mutely while her eyes tear up. God how I love her when she looks at me like this.
My eyes bore deeply into hers and I coldly ask “Is there some breakdown of communication here? Did I not just ask you to clean that stuff up?” She demurely says “Yes Daddy, I’ll do it right now,” and begins picking up the cases. I then tell her to do it slowly because I am admiring her form while she is bent over in that skirt. She turns around to look at me after I sit down with a quizzical look on her face. It is a mixture of confusion, arousal, and apprehension. “Why do I need to go slowly?” she asks. And I respond with the tried and true parental statement “Because I said so” with a smirk.
As she’s picking up the DVD’s I am admiring her bare legs and the white cotton panties she is wearing. She turns around and observes me watching her cute little bottom and shows the same expression. Being that she’s 12, she is still innocent to the ways of the world, but not totally ignorant about the carnal desires of men. She and I have had that talk on another occasion about how dangerous strangers are, especially men. She knows I’m staring at her behind, but she can’t bring herself to believe that her Daddy would look at her “that way.” This thought is disgusting to her and shames her greatly. What is wrong with her that would make her beloved Daddy look at her this way? Any attention, even attention like this is welcomed as she knows it is a sign that he loves her.
After she is done slowly picking up the videos she asks, “May I get up Daddy?” I make her wait almost a full minute as my eyes caress her entire body and face and I tell her that I think she needs a hug.
Mandy walks over to my chair and bends over to hug me. It’s natural to hug your little girl after punishing her and the show of affection will calm her mind. Or at least it would have if I hadn’t taken my left arm and let it slyly roam to the top of her bottom and rubbed gently. Once again, I can feel her energy change to shock and confusion, but as before it is suffused with the innocently raw desire to be touched in forbidden places. She continues this hug for a nearly uncomfortable length of time because she doesn’t want to anger me further.
Images flash in my mind right now of taking her into her bedroom (which is a room with the little girl theme with the canopy bed and girl stuff everywhere) by the hair, restraining her arms with the pink jump rope I bought her last week, and savagely penetrating her over and over again. I sigh to myself and relax, reminding myself that the prolonged build-up of the encounter always pays off in the long run. Instead of ravaging her I tell her she can go and get my dinner.
While we eat, I occasionally remind her to act like a young lady with table manners the way any good Daddy would. We both eat quickly because we are anxious to continue the role-play.
I own a large lazy boy chair for a couple of reasons, the primary of which being that she can sit on my lap comfortably on it. While I lounge in the chair and watch TV she quickly cleans up the dinner mess and brings me a drink. However, she holds the drink incorrectly, most likely on purpose. When a subbie/slave hands her Master a drink she should be holding it with her palm up cupping the bottom so as not to make the hand transfer cumbersome. I’m sure she has done this on purpose to incur some wrath.
I refuse to take the drink while looking deeply into her eyes. The pause is agony for her as I well know, but she relishes the torment. “Why am I displeased with you Mandy?”
She knows damn well, but she won’t say. I know what she craves, but I want to make her squirm for it. “Well????” I ask, and she replies that she has no idea.
I roughly take the glass from her and tell her to go and get me a wooden spoon from the kitchen. She starts to argue, “But Daddy, I didn’t do anyth……” but I am faster than she expected. I deftly turn her wrist over with a slight twist and the sudden pain forces her to fall to her knees before she can finish the word. Though she is in a supplicating position she looks up with me with those captivating teary eyes of hers and awaits my commands. I angrily (an act to enhance her experience) explain to her how to hold the glass while I punctuate each word with more wrist pain. I then instruct her to get me the wooden spoon.
She brings the spoon and stands in front of me. She has a solitary tear on her left cheek. I instruct her to bend towards me and I kiss the tear away.
“You know your Daddy loves you more than anything, right sweetie?” I ask.
“I want you to be the best little girl in the world. I can’t allow my girl to get lax in her responsibilities. Now, assume the position.” She reluctantly does so. I just let her lay there anticipating what is to come and I calmly watch TV for a minute or two before switching it off. As I gaze down at her across my lap, I can’t help but once again admire her form. I gently stroke her hair and neck while I consider the proper word for this punishment.
I begin by lecturing her, “Mandy, how many times have I told you how to bring a drink to me? How many times must I repeat it? You need to pay better attention to details or you will make me very angry. Now, to help remind you of this, we shall use the word conscientious.” She begins to cry softly as she realizes that word has 13 letters and because she is very ashamed of having failed in this small, but a significant task. I can feel myself getting powerfully erect and I’m sure she can also feel that on her tummy.
However, as I reach down and lift up her skirt, she starts to wail and kick a bit. She doesn’t like (or pretends not to like) to have her panties on view and was hoping for a spanking through the skirt. She sobs, “Daddy, aren’t I getting too old for you to see my panties???” I grab her hair to steady her and give her one sharp, stinging crack with the wooden spoon and tell her to shut up, be a good girl, and receive her punishment. With the skill of a magician, I deftly slid her cotton panties down over her cheeks and exposing her bare bottom. She jerks upward in an attempt to protest and I force her back down with my firm hold of her hair.
She calms but continues to cry softly. “What was the word,” I ask and she responds with conscientious. “Alright, let’s begin.” I slap her right cheek with my bare hand and she responds with a “C” said loudly and clearly. Then with a second and she responds with an “O.” We, of course, are spelling the word conscientious so she will remember to be such. However, as we are 8 letters in she is sobbing uncontrollably and is quite unintelligible. I tell her that none of the next spanks will count until she catches her breath and starts speaking clearly and I switch from using the spoon to my hand. The hand is mortifying because I am touching her panty clad virginal bottom but at the same time more arousing than the wooden spoon. I switch back and forth from bare hand to spoon so she never knows which is coming next. I take a few moments between each slap with the hand to caress her bum and occasionally the tops of her bare legs. After a few swats with the hand, she gets better control of herself and starts calling off letters again. We finish with the final “S” and I let her lie across my lap sobbing while I stroke her hair and tell her that I love her. Mandy has porcelain-like skin on her bottom which easily reddens. Stroking her like this after a spanking is one of our most intimate moments.
When she is calmed down, I ask her if she can be a good girl now, and of course, she responds, “Yes Daddy.” I then have her pick up the drink, put another ice cube in it, and return it to me in the proper way and all is forgiven.
I have her put the movie in and she sits on the couch. I then tell her that I want her to sit in my lap. I can see from the look on her face that she is uncomfortable with this, most likely because her panties are very moist from the spanking, but as she is being a good girl, she complies.
The movie, which is one we’ve both seen before, is inconsequential and I am barely paying attention to it. Instead, my focus is on my girl, how nice she feels in my lap, and how nice her little girl perfume smells. As we watch, she sings the songs in the movie as she knows it pleases me when she does this in her little girl way. However, as she pretends to remain oblivious of my intentions I have placed my right hand across her legs to hold onto her outside knee in a very innocent way. I can’t have my little girl falling out of the chair so I also hold her around the waist with my left hand holding her hip. I begin the seduction by slowly rubbing her knee and lower leg in a seductive way. Her legs are deliciously smooth and soft as I require that she shave every day and moisturize her entire body twice a day. As I am stroking her leg, she adjusts herself in my lap in an innocent way, but I know damn well she’s massaging my crotch as well as alleviating some sore spots on her bottom. This is all done very slowly as the need must be allowed to build like a volcano about to erupt.
We are at the point in the movie where the snake is charming the kid with song and I decide to sing with her. I sing, not in the innocent way a kid does, but mockingly with a much darker purpose.
Trust in me, just in me….. Shut your eyes and trust in me…
As the snake seduces the kid, I am seducing my little girl and like the snake, we will both devour our prey. She closes her eyes like instructed in the song, but continues to sing with me and the TV. I’m fully erect now, and I am pushing right at the little V of her panties. We can both feel that, and it is driving me as wild as she. I decide that I have to escalate this game. I slowly slide my right hand between her knees, she jumps a little but remains eyes closed and singing. I can tell that she’s desperately trying to pretend that I’m not doing what I’m doing. She’s concentrating on the song as if she could just wish this invasion away. She’s relying on the child-like practice that if you don’t look at the boogeyman, he can’t hurt you. Well, this evil man has his needs and they will be satisfied. I slowly slide my hand up into the V, stroking the baby soft skin of her thighs. I can barely breathe at this point and I am on the verge of losing all control. My skin burns and my face must be red hot. Still, with eyes closed, she tilts her head upwards, relishing my touch, but at the same time not showing her face because she is red with embarrassment and shame. I have been stroking her hair while this has been going on and as she tilts her head upwards, I gather it in a tight fist so that I completely control her head. In just another moment, I am going to force her mouth onto mine, kissing her in a decidedly lewd way and introduce her to the world of debased sexual need.
She has a secret in her panties
Then the god damn song stops and she comes out of her trance. She shakes free of the grip I have on her hair, hops up and says, “I’m sorry Daddy, but I have to go to the bathroom really bad.” While she’s in there I sit in the chair aching in my frustration and need, but I calm myself with some deep breaths. I take those moments to remind myself to have patience, and the longer I delay the greater the release will be. I half suspect she did this to prolong both our agony and seriously doubt that she’s actually going to the bathroom. Then I notice that my entire crotch is damp with the definite aroma of feminine musk. She’s going to the bathroom to “clean up.”
The bathroom door opens and she immediately darts towards her little girl bedroom for something. I’m sure I know what it is, so I stop her and tell her to come back. “Daddy, I want to get something from my room,” she says. I tell her that she’s fooled around enough today and to come back to watch the movie. “Alright, but I need to go to the bathroom again.” Again I refuse to let her because I know exactly what she wanted to get from her room.
She comes to stand in front of me but doesn’t come back into my lap and once again, I know why. I tell her to come to me, but she won’t. I sit and stare at her for at least a full minute while she burns under this scrutiny. When I inquire as to why she answers “I don’t know. I don’t want to watch the movie anymore. Can we do something else?”
The truth of the matter is that her panties were dripping wet. In her little girl state, this shamed her that she would get all excited about her Daddy doing bad things to her so she took them off and most likely hid them in the bathroom. She can’t sit on my lap because she is wearing nothing under that skirt as I thwarted her efforts to get a new pair.
She wants to do something where she doesn’t have to sit on my lap. I pretend to consider this, which of course gives her hope that her sexual depravity won’t be discovered. While considering, I stare at her some more in a disapproving way, because I enjoy watching her squirm in her shame. In fact, she is standing in front of me, looking at her feet, while fidgeting with them. Her left foot is partially on top of her right, and she can’t stand still. After a long minute, I suggest, “Let’s play a board game.” She readily agrees because she’ll be able to sit at the table and hide her nakedness under it.
This is when I spring my surprise on her. “Go to the entryway and get the bag I left there. Daddy bought a board game today and we’ll play that.”
Mandy says, “Oh, goodie. Which game did you buy?”
With a sneer, I look deeply into her radiant blue eyes and say, “Oh Mandy, I thought the perfect game would be Twister. Open the box and get it set up.”
Some Domme’s believe that feminization is not necessary when dominating the male and that is true, it’s not. So why do I do it? First, look at what happens when you don’t. As a Domme, I can dominate a male by force or humiliation or blackmail. I can keep him naked and make him serve me as a servant but I always have a male serving me. I can tie him up, spank him, keep him naked or in a cage, but he is still a male and maybe even a man. As soon as I stop my control he returns to being a man again or at least a male.
So each time I want something from him I need to put some kind of “Force” on him. There is always the threat he may fight back or refuse and that means a lot of extra work for me. My primary reason for having servants is to reduce my work, thus this option does not make good sense to me. For those who truly enjoy conflict, maybe this is the way to go but for me, I want a well trained completely obedient and compliant servant who WANTS to and NEEDS to serve me without regard for his own personal desires. I want my desires to be his desires.
Feminization removes the man or maleness from his mind. It changes him into a sissy servant thus the male issues and problems cease to exist. Males come with a wide range of issues, problems, and faults. These can all be corrected through feminization.
Let’s examine a few of the leading problems. First is the male ego. Some have bigger ones than others but they all have it, they all are “men” in their own minds and nearly superhuman. This means they want control; they want things done their way, to look their way. What would a male say if you put him into a room decorated in pinks and whites and lace? HE would demand it be taken out. What if you bought a pink car, he would not only not drive it but would not ride in it.
How about you going out and spending time with other males? What if you held the remote? All these things have to do with the male ego and it’s a problem if you are going to have a compliant servant.
Another problem is giving
A male likes to give you a present and remind you he did but is he willing to do your laundry? Do your dishes? Scrub your floor? If he does he will remind you it was YOUR floor or YOUR laundry as if you are the one who is supposed to be serving him. Will he wait in the car for you while you are busy for one or two hours? But yet he would expect you to do so. You are expected to give as a female but as a male, he expects to receive all of these services and much more. This problem does not bode well either so must be dealt with.
Then there is the head of the house thing. He’s the man and so he’s the head of the house. He may listen to your opinion but HE makes the final decision. Even others will ask you if it’s OK with your husband or he is referred to as the one who wears the pants in your house.
Who wears the dress?
The list goes on but you get the idea. So how do you change all of this and not have to lift a finger or make a threat of a beating? Simple, you start wearing the pants and put him into the panties, bras, nylons and dresses. You make up his face and paint his nails. You tell him he is NOT a man, he is a sissy.
Yes, it is pretty much that simple. Let me assure you that when your husband or boyfriend is standing in front of you dressed as a sissy he will not argue, he will not threaten, he will not be a problem of any kind. It is so easy to mold a male into a proper sissy servant that it is beyond me why every woman has not done it. Really, it’s so simple and so wonderful. And what’s even better is once that male has relinquished control and accepted his new position as a sissy servant he likes it better too and wonders why you did not do it earlier.
The problem is that you have to force him first. You have to get him into girls clothing and let him see he really is not a man. Real men don’t wear girls’ clothes so if he does he is automatically not a real man.
But just any old clothes are not enough. You have to remember that males are raised through visual symbols. They have embedded into their small minds ideas that are representations of what they expect and what they expect others will expect. So think of feminine clothing as uniforms. Let’s start with a maid’s uniform. Simple to understand. Put the male into a maid’s uniform and he will instantly want to be the maid he looks like. Use plain ones for regular work and fancy ones for formal service.
At night put him into very feminine baby dolls with bows and pink slippers and a doll or teddy. Now he understands he is in nightwear and will sleep like a baby.
Work with his fantasies
Keep in mind you’re not trying to dress him as most women dress. You’re trying to dress him like HE thinks women should dress. Exaggerate his attire. For example, i make my sissies study every day and when doing so they must dress like a school girl but not like any school girl who may wear baggy pants and a sweatshirt. No, oh no, they must dress in the short school girl uniform, with little girl socks and shoes.
If I have a party, for a sissy he must wear a fancy full petticoated little girl’s party dress. Not a pantsuit like a woman might wear. He is not a woman and he is not a man; he is a pansy and he must dress like a pansy. He must never think he is a man or even a male. He must be constantly reminded he is a sissy.
This is done, vocally, visually and by feeling. I make sure my sissy understands he is not a real man by being with real men. I make sure he feels like a sissy by wearing sissy clothes at all times and keeping his body free of hair and nails painted. I make sure he hears he is a sissy by reminding him of it. Things like “You’re such a wonderful sissy”, “if you’re a good sissy today I will get you some new sissy panties to wear when I go on my date Friday night”. Talk to others about him being a sissy so he can hear it. Let others see him as a sissy so you are not the only one. Never keep it a secret, let as many people know as possible so he cannot pretend he is a man.
But most of all always reward him for being a sissy. Tell him how much you like it when he is properly dressed when he serves you in front of guests and how proud you are. Reward him with a pretty dress or fancy panties or new make-up for things he does. Teach him to associate rewards with being a better sissy.
Sissy is the new normal
Now no matter what he is wearing or not wearing, he knows he is a sissy, he knows others know he is a sissy, and he can not escape from it. In a short time, he will learn to love being your sissy, dressing the part and serving you and your guests and then you have the best of everything and so will he because he will think only of you all the time. He will desire to serve only you or whoever you tell him to all of the time and his satisfaction will come from pleasing you.
Now you may want to think about your present situation and think about if you’re as happy as you can be, or if you should follow this advice and become very happy, very fulfilled and satisfied and see your male become so too.
The week had been a busy one, with the year coming to a close soon. It was this time of year Dawn dreaded the most but felt the most relief when over. She was a very successful CEO of a large business, no husband, no family, and a large house in the better part of town. The opportunities for a relationship were there, but she preferred to be on her own. Knowing when she got home from work, it was just her to herself meant a lot to her. She valued that freedom, and wouldn’t give it up for anything.
When she arrived home that Friday evening, she put her things away, poured herself a glass of wine, sat down on the living room couch, and kicked off her stiletto pumps.
“Oh, finally..”, she said quietly to herself, rubbing her nylon clad feet. After a few minutes, she turned on the TV, flipping through channels without any real goal, and finally stopped on some sci-fi movie. For a brief period, there was a scene with a woman wearing some sort of chastity belt trying to free herself but unable to do so. When Dawn saw this, she sat up and watched with great interest. For whatever reason, it was having an effect on her causing her to become very aroused. As the woman struggled, Dawn brought her hand across the front of her leather skirt. She then stood up, unzipped her skirt, let it fall to the ground, and sat down again. Again she brought her hand to her crotch only covered with her pantyhose now and started rubbing her hand across her hosed crotch. The thought of the chastity belt aroused her, as she worked her fingers under her hose and underwear, rubbing herself more. She imagined what it would be like to not be able to access herself– how frustrating it would be– which turned her on even more. Within 10 minutes, she was turned on like never before and exploded into a powerful orgasm. “Oh my… what … that was .. amazing..”, she said to herself, nearly ready to do it again. Never before had she been so turned on by some visual aid or thought.
Dawn was a very sexual woman, and her appetite for orgasms led her to masturbate no less than three times daily. She would get herself off at work, in her private office, as well as when she got home for the evening. Several times she tried stimulation of her nipples to achieve some sort of release, but only had success via clitoral stimulation. This didn’t really bother her, since having an office provided her all privacy she could ever want; it was never an issue.
That night, as she laid in bed, she couldn’t stop thinking about the woman in the chastity belt. “What would that be like, to not be able to access myself that way?”, she thought. The thought got her blood boiling again, as she slid her hand to her crotch and rubbed herself. Like earlier, after only a short period of time, she was moaning as the orgasm exploded. Finally exhausted, she fell asleep.
The next day, Dawn turned to the Internet searching for chastity belts. To her amazement, there were countless suppliers with many different styles. Some seemed a bit weak, and she knew they would never work for her. Finally, after several hours, she found something. The company was in Europe and seemed to have exactly what she wanted. The design would cover her completely in front, and only left an opening in the back about 3″ long and 2″ wide. The entire belt was solid, with no chains. There was some sort of hinge at the bottom, and the sides would slide into each other through sleeves on each side. When pushed together, the front section would slide into the back section. The lock, a cylindrical type about 1.5″ in diameter, and 1″ thick- – with a round keyhole like those on vending machines, slid into a round hole in front. Behind the lock in the hole were metal pieces which made their way to the lock area when the belt was pushed shut. These pieces had latches which would line up where the lock would be. The lock would then be pushed down into place, preventing the metal pieces from moving back. This would keep the belt locked into place. She clicked through more of the pages on the site and found some videos of the belt. They were demonstrating the strength of the metal, using saws and drills to try cutting through the belt. Each tool barely left a scratch on the surface. This metal was very hard and nearly indestructible. The only way it could be cut is with very high-temperature cutting equipment.
Dawn could only imagine what it would be like to be locked into such a device, and eventually decided she had to have this belt. As she navigated through the site, she learned the price was significant: $3500. It didn’t matter; she could easily afford it. However, there was one thing which might be difficult for her: She needed to be measured in person.
The next few days passed, and Dawn couldn’t get her mind off the belt. She had to have a belt- – that belt. It was perfect. Just the thought of it got her more and more excited. She contacted the company for more info and decided to take the trip.
Her cab arrived at the shop, but before getting out of the cab, she informed the driver she would need a ride back to the airport in a few hours. They exchanged numbers, and he went on his way.
Dawn approached the shop and knocked. A woman came to the door and greeted her. “Oh good, a woman..”, she thought to herself with relief. It was difficult to know from the email the gender of the shop owner, and she was leery to have these measurements taken by a male stranger.
“Hello, I’m glad you made it okay!”, she said in a strong accent.
“Please come this way..”, she said, leading Dawn to a workshop of some sort. There were various tools, strange metal parts, and equipment all over. After they discussed what needed to be done, she had Dawn remove her clothes. The woman took many measurements in Dawn’s crotch area, waist, and upper legs. She would often leave and return with a different tool or piece of metal. After about an hour, Dawn understood why these measurements needed to be done in person; there were so many, and they seemed complicated. Finally, after a total of 2 hours, the woman was finished.
“I have everything I need now. Do you have the 3500 Euro in cash?”, she asked.
Dawn’s heart sank. She thought it was 3500 US dollars. The woman got a calculator and did a conversion, indicating it would cost nearly 4000 US dollars. Trying to remain calm, Dawn agreed. Fortunately, she had an extra 2000 in cash. Normally she would never carry this sort of cash, but not knowing what to expect she wanted to be prepared. She paid the woman and verified mailing the mailing address.
“It should be ready in about 1 month.”, the woman told her as she left the shop.
As the cab driver returned her to the airport, Dawn couldn’t stop thinking about the belt. “One month– this is going to seem like forever!”, she thought to herself. She went through all the usual inconveniences at the airport and was soon on her way back home.
The first week passed slowly, but the remaining weeks moved faster. She could hardly stay focused at work, constantly thinking about this belt. The last few days of the 4th week were crazy. She would speed home, hoping to find the package waiting for her. Finally, after 33 days, the belt arrived.
“Oh it’s here! Finally!”, she said to herself, as she picked up the box and entered her house. She dropped her car keys and things on the table and started tearing open the box. As she removed the belt, her jaw dropped; it was beautiful. She inspected every inch, admiring the smooth surfaces and craftsmanship. On the inside, where the front would make contact with her crotch, some something unusual– a device of some sort. She touched it, and it moved a little. But it appeared to have some sort of mechanical logic because it wouldn’t always move the same way when she touched it. She shook the belt and noticed it would move in various directions but unpredictably. After turning the belt upside down, up and down, inspecting it, the device came to life and started moving back and forth for several seconds– then stopped. It then occurred to her what the purpose might be. It would randomly stimulate her after the belt moved enough to ‘wind it up’. “How sinister!”, she thought to herself, laughing.
Challenging the locks
The inside surrounding the crotch area had a curved lip, curved toward the outside. After a few minutes, she realized this would prevent any tool from sliding under the belt and make contact with the crotch; it would redirect the tool upward where it would meet nothing but metal. Also in the box were 2 of the round locks, each with their own set of keys. A spare perhaps? “Oh, this is too much!”, she laughed, excitedly. She couldn’t stand it any longer and had to try it on.
She brought the belt to her bedroom, kicked off her pumps and removed her hose. She took off her skirt and underwear. Then, with her hands shaking stepped into the belt. It was then she realized she hadn’t tested the locks. She sat down, picked up the belt, and pushed the sides together. As the metal parts entered the lock area, she pushed the lock into its home. She had to push with some force.
The lock was in place, flush with the surface of the belt. She tested the strength. It was locked shut tightly. She inserted the key and turned.
The lock jumped out about halfway, allowing her to remove it. She smiled and locked/unlocked each lock several times. They both appeared to work correctly.
She lowered the belt to the floor to step into it again. She raised it, up, past her knees, and up over her hips. Shaking, she pushed the front of the belt back, but found it hard to get the leverage she needed. She walked over the wall, leaned against it, and pushed the front backward. This time she was able to push it all the way as the slots on the sides lined up, but it took a lot of work to get the holes to all line up. Once lined up, she quickly pushed the lock into place.
She released it, and it stayed in place.
“Oh!!”, she said with joy, pushing and pulling at it, but it wouldn’t budge. It was a very snug fit, hugging her crotch tightly. She couldn’t get a finger under any surface. As she was testing its strength, moving around, the small device inside at her crotch wiggled for a brief period causing her to let out a short squeak.
“Oh my God!”, she laughed, clutching at the belt but unable to get any relief. She took a few steps, then back. It fit her so well, there was no issue at all. She sat down, then stood up, having no difficulty. Then she started jumping up and down, to get a good idea of how well it stayed with her, and was happy with the results.
“I wonder how it looks under my clothes though..”, she said curiously, sitting down. She worked her feet back into her hose and pulled them up over the belt. She then stepped into her skirt and zipped it shut. She stood up, and stepped into her pumps and and checked the fit. No lines to be seen. She walked to the mirror and smiled. As she started walking back the device in front wiggled again.
“Shit! This thing is going to drive me insane!”, she said, pounding her fist against the front of the belt, laughing.
“I think it needs a test drive.”, she said to herself as she picked up her car keys and purse, leaving her house. She got into her car and headed to the mall. After she got out of her car, she realized she had left the key back at her house.
“I can’t get out now, even if I wanted.”, she thought to herself, smiling, as the excitement boiled inside her. She headed for the mall entrance when the device fired off. She stopped and reached for a railing to steady herself until the stimulation passed, and continued walking– stiletto heels echoing.
The next couple hours were spent window shopping, and occasionally stepping into a store to browse. It wasn’t long before her feet started to hurt. She decided it would be a good time to visit the restroom anyway.
“This should be interesting.”, she thought to herself as she walked into the bathroom stall. She lifted her skirt, pulled down her hose, and sat. It was difficult to get herself to go, but eventually, she relaxed and was able to go. It felt strange, but the belt design directed the fluids out the bottom through small holes. The material seemed to repel fluids like a non stick Teflon pan, so there didn’t seem to be much trapped in the belt. She sat for a while, and rested her feet as well.
Another hour had passed at the mall until she couldn’t stand it any longer. The belt would fire off, causing her to stop and regain her composure about every 50 feet, and the frustration was driving her crazy. She could sense how wet she was and desperate for release.
“I need to get home and get this thing off!”, she thought as she started heading back to her car to drive home.
She entered her house, set down her things, and unzipped her skirt– letting it fall to the floor. She pulled down her hose enough to expose the belt, and inserted the key to unlock.
The lock moved forward. She quickly pulled it off and pulled the belt open. Once open, she slid her hand between the belt to her soaking crotch and began rubbing herself. Within minutes she exploded into a powerful orgasm like never before, over and over. Finally, exhausted, she had enough and fell down on the couch, recovering.
“This is incredible..”, she said quietly, locking it back shut again with a smile.
That evening, Dawn stood before her bathroom mirror getting ready for bed, wearing only a sleep shirt, 5″ wedge mules, and the belt. She brushed her hair, smiling as she caught a glimpse of the belt from time to time. When finished, she made her way to bed. Sitting down on her bed, she kicked off her heels, slid her legs into bed, and turned out the light.
At around 2am Dawn was awoken when the device came to life.
“What… what’s happening..”, she said, instinctively reaching for her sex but finding the metal barrier. As in prior times, it stimulated her for several seconds then stopped. She wanted the belt off, but decided she was too tired to get out of bed. Instead, she rolled over and went back to sleep.
The next morning Dawn woke up, initially not thinking about the belt until she sat up. She smiled, running her finger over the lock, curious why it came to life last night. The only reason that came to her was she must have been tossing and turning in bed, ‘winding up’ the device, until it finally fired off.
After a few minutes, she slid her feet into her wedge heels, stood up, and got ready for the day. She decided to wear the belt to work– and leave the key at home. The thought of being at work all day without the ability to get herself off got her very worked up.
She got her outfit together for the day and brought everything to her bed. After sitting down, she kicked off her mules and worked her feet into dark hose and pulled them up all the way. The panty section slid easily over the belt. Through the hose she could see the metallic shine of the belt. Next, she stepped into a tight knee length black leather skirt and zipped it up in back. She then stepped into her black patent stiletto pumps, and stood up. Her blue halter top was next, followed by a form-fitting jacket. She checked her look in the mirror, and went on her way.
Day of stimulation
Dawn was a little late arriving to the office and had to park further away. She got out of her car and started heading for the door. As she expected, the device fired off after walking about 50 feet. She stopped, took a deep breath, and continued. It was difficult to maintain her composure through the morning, and by 10am she was dying to get the belt off. She locked the door to her office, lowered her skirt, and tried pushing/pulling on the belt, knowing it probably wouldn’t offer any relief. After about a minute of futile attempts, she stomped her stiletto heel in frustration. She opened her desk drawer looking for something she could slide behind the belt and found a letter opener. She tried for several minutes to slide it behind the front shield but couldn’t get it to slide in more than about a centimeter. The belt being so snug and form-fitting, combined with the anti-tampering shape behind the cover surrounding her crotch made it impossible. She threw the letter opener down and stomped her foot again in frustration.
“What was I thinking?!”, she said to herself, frustrated, pounding the belt with her fist. Then, with all the movement, the device fired, causing her to let out a short scream. She quickly put her hand over her mouth, and pulled her skirt up, hoping nobody heard her.
“I can get through this.”, she told herself. I just need to relax. After a few minutes of calming down, she realized she had to be off to a meeting. She collected her things and headed for the meeting room. As she entered the meeting, the device fired again. She reached for a chair to keep her balance.
“Are you okay?”, asked one of her male co-workers, offering her a hand.
“I’m fine. Just almost lost my balance is all.”, she replied with a smile, looking down at her heels. He looked down as well and smiled at her. She then sat down.
Fortunately, the meeting went without incident, but she was wet and excited behind the belt. After the meeting, Dawn headed back to her office and realized she had forgotten to bring her lunch. This meant she would have to walk to her car and find something elsewhere.
Dawn made her way to her vehicle, taking a couple stops along the way when the device fired to recover. Once in the car, she decided to go through a drive-through somewhere, to keep it simple. She found something and headed back to work. As she walked back to the office, she decided to try taking gentle steps to prevent the device from winding. It seemed to work! She gently walked into her office and locked the door. Then, the device came to life, causing her to nearly fall down. She set her back down and fell into her chair as the device continued for more than the usual few seconds. It ran about 3 times as long, driving her insane. She started to moan as the device wouldn’t stop, causing her to thrust upward and downward. It eventually stopped, but not enough to give her any sexual relief.
“No, you can’t stop now!”, she pounded her fist on the belt, but it was finished teasing her. The device activation can’t be avoided. It stores the energy longer, and goes off harder.”, she thought to herself, frustrated, as she tried to recover. She was a mess mentally but making her way through the day.
Anxious for the day to get over, Dawn counted the minutes until she could get home and free herself from the chastity belt.
As she drove home, she was thinking about the extended stimulation from the device after lunch. Apparently, there was no way to avoid the device simulations. It would only build up more if it didn’t go off as often. She was learning more and more about the belt; it both excited and scared her at the same time.
Dawn arrived at home, exhausted. She dropped her things on the table and went directly to her bedroom where the key was on her dresser. She unzipped her skirt, stepped out of it, and sat on her bed. She kicked off her pumps, removed her hose, and sat back further on the bed. Then she inserted the key and turned it.
She pulled the lock from the belt and pulled it apart. She then slid it off completely– for the first time since she put it on. Then, lying on the bed, began rubbing her soaking– bringing her to a mind shattering orgasm. After she calmed down, she lied on her bed relaxing.
“How wonderful to finally be free of that thing.”, she thought to herself.
Over the next several days, Dawn continued to wear the belt all day and night. She would shower in the belt, which seemed to work out; it could be worn indefinitely. However, when going to work, she would bring one of the keys just in case things got too much for her to handle. She used all her will to avoid using the key, but usually, she couldn’t stop herself. It was then she realized both keys must remain at home, for her own good.
Self denial is the way
“I can do this, I know I can.”, Dawn told herself, leaving for work. She was on her way, but this time without a key to her belt. In fact, the belt had been locked on since yesterday afternoon after getting home from work. This morning she refused the temptation to remove the belt and decided to keep it on for an entire day. By the time she would get home from work, the belt will have been locked on for an entire day– longer than she had ever worn it.
The day went without too much trouble. The device came alive several times, but Dawn managed to remain in control. She had been in the belt for over a day, which in itself was turning her on more and more as time passed. By the time the day ended, she wasn’t sure what would happen when she got home. A part of her wanted the belt off badly, but another part wanted to keep it on– fueling the burning to get herself off. As she walked to her car, the device came alive. She stopped to let it pass, and told herself, “I don’t care; it’s coming off when I get home.”. After she recovered, she got into her car and drove home. During the drive, her mind was in turmoil. Wearing the belt for all this time, without release, was having an effect on her. By the time she got home, she still didn’t know if she was going to remove the belt. She entered the house, set her things down, took off her jacket, and sat down on the couch to read the mail, placing her stiletto booted feet on the table. After a few minutes, she realized she hadn’t even thought about taking the belt off.
“Am I adjusting to this? All day today I wanted it off. But now that I’m home, it’s still on.”, she thought to herself as she stood up, and walked to her bedroom. There, she took off her skirt and top, and put on a sweatshirt. She then picked up the key and pulled her hose down to expose the belt, and inserted the key. Just as she was about to turn the key, she stopped herself.
“No, it needs to stay on. I can do this.”, she said quietly to herself as she removed the key and placed it back on the dresser. She managed to keep herself busy that evening, trying to keep her mind off the belt.
Standing in front of the mirror that evening, getting ready for bed, she asked herself, “What’s happening to me?”, still in the belt, her hose, and stiletto boots. She looked down at the belt, which had been locked in place since yesterday afternoon. If she could keep it on until morning, it will have been locked on for a day and a half. She rubbed her hand across her crotch, feeling the belt through the smooth slick hose.
She sat down on her bed, unzipped her boots to remove them, slid into bed still in her hose, and turned out the light.
The next morning she woke and realized she was still in the belt.
“I can’t believe it’s been on this long. This is the longest I’ve gone without getting myself off in years.”, she thought to herself. She got out of bed and tip-toed to her closet where she found a pair of 5″ mule heels.
“If I can keep this on all day, it will be over 2 days straight!”, she said to herself, excitedly, rubbing her hand across her hose covered metal crotch. She got ready for work, but just as she was about to leave the house she grabbed the set of keys– both keys now on the same keyring again. “If I have the keys with me, and I keep the belt on, I’ll prove to myself I can resist the temptation.”, she thought to herself, putting the keys into her purse and left the house for work.
The morning was about as she expected. The device came to life as she walked across the parking lot, but she got better at disguising her frustration. Around mid day, just before having lunch, she had to visit the restroom. As she sat, doing her business, she couldn’t help but feel proud of herself for lasting so long in the belt. When she finished, she stood up and flushed the toilet. Just then, her cellphone rang. She quickly reached into her purse to pull it out and accidentally pulled her keys out as well. She reached for them, but they fell into the toilet and were quickly flushed away by the high-pressure toilet.
“Oh no!!!”, she screamed, reaching for the toilet, but the keys were gone.
“No!! This can’t be happening!!”, she screamed, pounding her fist on the toilet seat. As terror struck her, she walked as fast as she could out of the restroom and too her office, locking the door behind her. Frantically she searched through her desk for the letter opener, trying to pry the belt open, but there was no way. She pounded her fists on the belt crying.
“What am I going to do? How am I going to get this thing off?!?”, she said to herself.
“I’ll contact the woman in Europe! She’ll have a way!”, she thought to herself as she got on her computer to find the contact information again. She sent an email to the address, asking if she could get a copy of the keys. All Dawn could do now is wait. She left work and headed home since she was in no state of mind to be at work. She had to get the belt off.
When she got home, she quickly checked her email, but there was no reply yet. She immediately kicked off her pumps, pulled her skirt and hose down, took off her hose, and stepped into her 5″ mule heels.
“The other lock! Maybe those keys will work!”, she said to herself running to the drawer where the other lock and keys were stored. She took the key and inserted it into the lock. But when she tried to turn the key, it wouldn’t budge. She started to cry, trying frantically to turn the key, but it was no use. She ran back to her computer to check her email again but had no reply. She sat down on her bed, heart racing.
“Calm down. The woman from the store in Europe will know what to do. I’m sure this has happened before.”, she tried to tell herself, trying to calm down.
That night, Dawn sat in the couch flipping through channels, with a glass of wine. She needed to get her mind off the belt, but she couldn’t help reminding herself that it was locked– and she had no way of getting it off. It had been locked on for over 2 days. That, combined with the fact she couldn’t remove it even if she wanted, made her blood boil. She was so desperate for an orgasm. After her 3rd glass of wine, she decided to go to bed. But first, she would check her email again. She had a reply!
I am very sorry, but I can not help you. The lock and keys are unique, and I have no backup set. I suggest you visit a locksmith. A good one should be able to pick that lock I hope.”
Dawn’s hands were shaking, as she looked for a locksmith on-line. She found several, but nothing open at this hour. She would have to wait until morning.
Dawn tossed and turned that night, unable to sleep. The belt came alive twice, as she pounded her fist against the front in frustration. Her mind raced, thinking about the video she viewed on the chastity belt website. The metal was nearly indestructible, she remembered. “What if the locksmith can’t get the lock off? Will I be in this thing for the rest of my life?”, she thought, rubbing her hand across the front metal, finally crying herself to sleep.
Exposing the drvice to another man
The next morning Dawn took the day off work and continued searching on-line for a locksmith. There were several, but one stood out as being the best. The reviews were very good, and the website had a lot of info. She always thought businesses who take the time to have good websites are more serious about their business. She called to explain her situation. It was a bit awkward to explain, but the man was very professional and wanted to see her. She agreed and said she’d be over sometime this morning.
“What to wear..”, she thought to herself, as she decided on a pair of jeans, black knee-high stiletto boots, and a black sweater.
“This should be an interesting visit.”, she thought to herself as she headed for her car to visit the locksmith.
“Hello, come on in!”, he said as Dawn entered the shop. She stepped in and shook his hand. “Thanks for taking the time to see me this morning.”, she replied.
“No trouble at all. Please, let’s go into the back room to have a look.”, he said as he led her to a shop in back. There were lots of odd tools and equipment, similar to the woman’s shop in Europe. It was very clean and tidy, which always went well for her.
“Can you show me the device?”, he asked as he led her to a bench area.
She blushed a little, then unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down to her thighs to reveal the belt locked in place.
He came closer for a better look. “I see how this could be a problem for you, but we’ll see what we can do.”, he said in a professional tone. He looked closely at the lock, then went to another part of the shop to get a small box of tools. When he returned, he sat down.
“Please stand on this stool so I can have a better look.”, he said, motioning to a stool he placed in front of his chair. She stood up, with her hand on the wall to steady herself in her stiletto boots. He picked up several small tools and poked around inside the keyhole. As he continued, the look on his face turned to one of great concentration. He continued for about 15 minutes, then stood up.
“This is a very complicated and precise lock. I’m not sure if I can help you.”, he said in a sympathetic voice.
Her heart raced with fear, causing her to nearly fall off the stool. He helped her down. “Where did this come from? I’ve never seen anything quite like it– the lock I mean.”, he asked. She told him the story, trying not to sound too frightened as her voice shook. He nodded and listened.
“If only I had another lock like it. I could then study the other side and see how it worked.”, he said.
Dawn’s face lit up, “Oh, I can help you there! I have another lock at home with keys! I tried the keys, but they didn’t work. But the lock looks the same!”, she said excitedly.
He smiled, “If I could see that, I stand a much better chance. Can you bring that to my office?”, he asked.
“Oh yes! I’ll get it now!”, she said, pulling her jeans back up and zipping them. She thanked him and made a quick stiletto heeled dash to her car. The belt then came to life. She closed her eyes, trying to hold back any look on her face.
“Thank God it didn’t fire off while in that shop.”, she thought to herself when it finished, and got into her car to head home. She wasted no time and returned to the shop with the other lock and keys within the hour. She greeted him again as she handing him the lock with the keys.
He took them, set the keys down, and inspected the lock with his eyeglass magnifier. After a few minutes, he set the lock down.
“I’ll need some time to look at this more closely. Can you call me tomorrow afternoon? I should have some news by then.”, she asked.
She looked down at the lock and keys, nodding.
“Don’t worry. I think I can figure it out.”, he said, comforting her. She smiled, thanked him, and left the shop.
As Dawn drove home, it occurred to her that the belt had been locked on for 3 days. But tomorrow she’d hopefully have some good news. Since she had the day off, she decided to run some errands which needed to be done anyway. Most of the day was spent out and about, but she arrived home around 6pm. She set her things down, went to the living room, sat down, removed her jeans and stiletto boots, and rubbed her feet.
“Tomorrow you’re coming off.”, she said quietly, with a smile, rubbing the front of the belt. The next day she called the locksmith around 2pm in the afternoon.
“Hi, this is Dawn. I brought in the lock yesterday for you to study and try to unlock?”, she asked.
“Yes, I am still working on it. It’s a very complicated design, and I’m still trying to figure it out. Can you call me tomorrow morning? I should have something by then.”
The day was long, and Dawn was beginning to lose her confidence. She was trying to remain positive since it was all she could do. The belt has been locked for 4 days, and it wasn’t getting any easier. Fortunately, it was such a snug and smooth fit, it was not visible under even her tightest clothing.
“What am I going to do if he can’t unlock it? Will I really be locked in this thing for the rest of my life?!?”, was all she could think about. She thought about cutting it, but remembered the video which demonstrated the strength of the metal; it couldn’t be cut.
Dawn tried everything she could think of to get some sort of stimulation, but nothing she tried could get past the metal intrusion prevention behind the belt. The more she tried, the more frustrated and turned on she would get. If she could just touch herself for only a few seconds, she was convinced it would be enough to get her off.
“Tomorrow I’ll have an answer, and be free of this thing.”, she told herself. But now she needed to keep her mind off the belt. She sat down and turned on the TV, finally set for a movie. It managed to keep her occupied until early evening when she turned to a book. She headed to bed early with high hopes for the day tomorrow.
Dawn woke up early the next morning, around 6am. The locksmith’s shop wouldn’t be open until 9am, so she decided to do a little house cleaning until it was time. The device came alive once as she was walking about the house, so she sat down to wait it out. She never seems to be able to be ready when it happens, and it always feels like a surprise. “What an evil thing.”, she thought as the stimulation passed.
At a little after 9am, Dawn called the locksmith.
“Hello, yes I have made progress. I think we’re in good shape. Come over and we’ll get to work.”, he reported.
Dawn was so excited she could hardly contain herself. She slid into some jeans, a denim top, black pumps, and she was on her way. When she arrived, he led her to the back again where there was a table prepared for her to lie down.
“Before we get started, I need you to sign some paperwork. Basically, whenever I unlock a lock, this sort of thing needs to be done. It guarantees I do not get sued for illegally tampering with a lock, and indicates you permit me unlocking a device owned by you.”
She skimmed it quickly, anxious to get the belt off, and signed it in the 5 places he indicated with an “X”. He took the papers and left, returning a few minutes later.
“Okay, this is going to take a while, so I thought you should lie down and get comfortable.”, he said, directing her to the table. She sat down, then brought her feet up to lie down. She unzipped her jeans and pulled them down enough for him to access the lock, and laid down. He was very gentle, and Dawn could hardly notice he was doing anything at all. After about 45 minutes, she fell asleep.
“Dawn, we’re done. I was able to unlock the lock.”, he said as he shook her to wake her. She opened her eyes to see him holding the lock in his hand. She smiled.
“Oh thank you! Thank you so much!”, she said, sitting up. She looked down only to find the belt still locked but with a different lock. She tugged at it, but it wouldn’t budge.
He smiled, “That metal is very strong indeed. I tried several drills, blades, and even some acid to make some small holes but was unable to do so. But fortunately, I was able to get the new lock in place.”
“What the… what..new lock?? What’s this?!”, she asked, pointing to the new lock. It looked slightly different, with 2 concentric round keyholes instead of 1, but otherwise a perfect fit. She looked at him.
“That’s the new lock, which is much more secure. Even I can’t pick that– nobody can. It’s my own design.”, he replied with a smile.
Dawn tried to force a smile, “Uh…. Okay… Where’s the key?”, she asked, frightened. “Well, as you know from signing the documents, the new lock and key are my property. That being the case, it’s illegal for you to unlock the lock, or have possession of the key. Only myself or people I authorize are allowed to have a key or unlock the belt. Violation is considered theft and punishable by prison time.
“What are you talking about?!? I didn’t agree to this!”, she screamed, standing up.
He calmly turned around to pick up a copy of the agreement and handed it to her. This time she read every word, hands shaking.
“No.. no.. I don’t care. I want this thing off. Get this thing off me!”, she yelled, throwing the papers on the table.
He looked at them, then at her. “I’m afraid that’s not an option. It needs to remain on from this day forward. The only time it will be removed is for hospital visits. Let me know when this is necessary, and I’ll arrange for the temporary release.”, he replied.
Dawn was completely at a loss for words. She looked around the office for the keys, but they were nowhere to be found. Crying, she grabbed the papers and stormed out of the shop. Once in her car, she sped away and to her house determined to cut the belt off. When she got home, she quickly took off her jeans to inspect the new lock. It was a perfect fit, just like the original. She pushed and pulled at the belt, crying, falling to the floor.
“I don’t want this thing! Come off! Come off!”, she screamed, pushing at the belt, kicking her heels on the floor at the same time.
Over the next few days, Dawn tried everything to cut the belt off but nothing could even scratch any surface. She made several trips to Home Depot, trying various tools and metal dissolving solutions, but with no success. She called the locksmith and pleaded with him, offering money for her release, but it fell on deaf ears. She re-read the documents over and over. They clearly indicate that she accepted to wear the lock as his payment for removing the original, but would never have possession of the keys. The lock remains with her, but the keys and the right to possess them are forfeit. The lock and keys are not her property, so she has no right to have or damage them in any way. She did more research, as best she could, and come to the conclusion that she can not get out of the agreement. The belt will remain locked on her at all times, until the owner of the keys authorizes removal under special conditions, and on a temporary basis.
It took her over a week to come to grips with her dilemma.
“Why is he doing this to me? What would anyone have to gain from this?”, she asked herself over and over. She thought about going to the police, but even if they threw him in jail I’d be locked in the belt forever. There was no way out for her. She tried visiting other locksmiths, but none of them had any idea how to pick the new lock. They told her to have the lock drilled out, and provided some references, but none could drill through the metal. The belt was on for good, and only the key could free her.
The weeks passed, and months as well. The locksmith never contacted Dawn. She still had no idea why he would do this to her, other than having the knowledge he totally controlled her sex. Despite the passage of time, she still was constantly frustrated and horny as she was at the start. The device would come alive, and it always drove her crazy. When her 6 month arrived, she was due for her annual gynecologists’ appointment, so she contacted the locksmith.
“Hello, this is Dawn. The belt needs to come off for my gynecologist appointment this week.”, she told him in a calm voice. What will he say? She had been wondering this for several days. “Yes, I understand. I’ll email you the contact information for an approved gynecologist. You can then make arrangements.”, he said in a professional voice.
“Okay, thank you.”, she said, hanging up the phone. “Why did I ‘thank’ him?”, she wondered. But it didn’t matter. This is her chance to be free of the belt, and she was anxious for the visit. She contacted the gynecologist to set up an appointment for the following week. She was very polite and professional, so Dawn was confident this would be the end of her wearing the belt. Once it was off, she’d not be putting it back on.
Dawn arrived at the gynecologist in the afternoon and was greeted by the receptionist, who handed her the “new patient” paperwork. Dawn filled it all out, handed it back to her, and waited her turn. After about 20 minutes, she was called by a nurse. Dawn stood up and followed her down the hallway, making several turns, and finally ending up in an examination room.
“Please remove your clothes and put on the gown on the table. The doctor will be with you shortly.”, she said, leaving her in the room alone. Dawn looked around, not seeing anything unusual. She then looked at the examination table itself and noticed something odd. The arm and leg rests had what looked like metal restraints. Just as she was about to stand up and inspect the table closer, she heard the echoing of high heels on tile as the doctor walked in. “Hello Dawn, I’m Doctor Angela Martinez.”, she said, extending her hand. Dawn shook her hand as she sat down. She asked her the usual questions and recorded everything on a laptop. As they talked, Dawn couldn’t help but notice the doctor’s footwear. They were stiletto-heeled pumps, with short pointed toes and heels around 5″ high, with a strap across the top of her foot and around her ankle. At first, she thought they were black, but they were a dark silver metallic color.
“Those are really beautiful pumps.”, Dawn commented.
The doctor appeared to force a smile, with a slightly stressed look on her face and thanked her for the comment. Dawn suspected they probably hurt her feet, being in them all day.
The doctor then had Dawn sit up on the table, placing her arms and legs into the stirrups as normal. The doctor then reached behind the armrests and clamped Dawn’s upper arm and wrists to the rests with the metal restraints.
“Wait! What’s going on?!?”, Dawn asked.
The doctor looked at her with a calming face. “It’s okay, this is standard procedure. Don’t worry.” she replied, as she secured Dawn’s upper legs and ankles as well. Dawn struggled a little as the doctor walked over to a cabinet with some sort of keypad safe. She entered several digits to open the door, and removed a key from the safe. Upon seeing the key, Dawn’s eyes lit up. The doctor returned to Dawn and inserted the key into the lock on the chastity belt.
Dawn noticed the new lock sounded different when unlocking. More secure?
The doctor then adjusted something below the table causing Dawn’s butt to be exposed from below. Dawn sat silently as the doctor removed the lock and pulled the belt apart, exposing Dawn’s sex for the first time in 6 months. The cool air gently moved past Dawn, causing her to moan quietly. The doctor removed the belt completely and set it on the table behind her. “Oh, thank you! I can’t believe it’s finally off!”, she said excitedly.
The doctor smiled, then took a small can of spray from the shelf behind her. She sprayed Dawn’s crotch, sending a cool sensation, then waited for the spray to dry.
“What is that?!”, Dawn asked.
“It’s a numbing spray to prevent you from getting stimulated, which might cause accidental orgasm during the exam. Don’t worry; you won’t feel a thing when I start probing you.”, she said with a smile.
Dawn’s heart raced, “What was she going to do?!? Why do I have to be restrained?”, she wondered, struggling again against the restraints.
The doctor began to probe as the exam continued, but Dawn couldn’t feel a thing. She was certain if she could feel any contact, she would immediately explode into a powerful orgasm, but she couldn’t feel anything. The doctor continued, probing deeper, taking samples, and eventually finished.
“Okay, finished.”, she said with a smile.
The doctor then picked up the belt and started securing around Dawn’s crotch again.
“No!! Wait!! I don’t want that thing back on me!! Stop!”, she screamed, bucking up and down struggling in the restraints.
The doctor waited for her to stop, then spoke.
“Dawn, it must go back on. We would be in serious breach of contract if it wasn’t locked back into place. The contract is very clear on how we have to behave if the belt is removed.”, she said as she continued with the belt.
“No! Please! I’ll pay you! I’ll pay you $10,000 if you leave it off! Please!!”, she pleaded. But the doctor continued with the belt.
“Why are you doing this?!? What contract?? Why are you involved in this?!? You can’t do this to me! I don’t want to wear that thing! It belongs to me, and I don’t want to wear it!”, Dawn screamed.
The doctor stopped and looked at Dawn. “Look, I could be sent to prison, be discredited, have my license revoked, and suffer few other consequences if I didn’t put the belt back on. I’m sorry, but it must go back on.”, she said in a professional voice as she continued to work the belt back in place. She then pushed the lock back on.
“No!! Oh no!! Please, I don’t want to wear this damn thing!!”, Dawn cried, as her sex was once again locked away.
The doctor then returned the key to the safe, and locked it.
“Everything looks good from the exam.”, she said with a smile, unlocking Dawn’s restraints. “The numbing agent will wear off in about an hour.”, she said, leaving the room, as the echo of her high heels faded.
Dawn stood up, and immediately tried pulling the belt off, but it was once again locked. She pounded her fists on the belt, “No.. no…”, she said softly, sitting back down, crying. “Why are they doing this to me? How could he get a doctor to agree to this?”, she thought as she stood up and got dressed. She left the office and headed for her car, noticing the device hadn’t come to life.
“Maybe it got disabled somehow?”, she though– hoped. But as she was driving home, she remembered what the doctor said about the numbing agent. She suspected it was probably trying to stimulate her, but she couldn’t feel anything.
That evening, Dawn surfed the Internet for any information she could find on the locksmith or the doctor, but turned up nothing. The belt came to life just before she crawled into bed, so it appeared to still be functioning.
Dawn’s life went on, and the months passed. She still couldn’t adjust to being locked up with no access to herself. All she could do was hope to find a way out. The only prospect which came to mind was Doctor Angela Martinez. There was something there– something about her, but she couldn’t quite figure it out.. yet..
A masturbatrix, or cock controller, is a woman who enjoys instructing a man’s masturbation. She may or may not be into orgasm denial as well. She enjoys the experience of controlling a man’s cock, masturbation, and orgasms.
Observing another person masturbating has always been an erotic experience for many people, both those involved in the femdom world, and others.
A Masturbatrix, as the term is typically used, is usually interested in some element of femdom activities such as:
Teasing and denial
Does she have to be cruel and aggressive?
A Masturbatrix does not necessarily have to possess the traits usually associated with those involved in femdom, such as strict, stern, cruel and punishing – many Masturbatrices consider themselves to be sensual, gentle and willing to use all of their feminine wiles to arouse and control their stroke pets.
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Have you ever masturbated for a lover? Perhaps engaged in a mutual masturbation session?
It’s very hot! Add to that the element of your partner instructing you how to stroke, what she’d like to see you doing…it gets even hotter.
Why am I a Masturbatrix
I can’t tell you exactly how or why I developed a male masturbation fetish. But ever since I started having sexual fantasies, most of my fantasies involved male masturbation, and in particular, watching a man masturbate, and telling him what I want to see him do. As I learned that I have a strong dominant side and the new needs that come with it, the combination of this trait and my male masturbation fetish logically led me to identify with the term “Masturbatrix” Though I consider myself to be many other things in addition to Masturbatrix, this is probably one of the top three labels I’d affix to myself (if I had to label at all.)
Using Teasing and Denial To Learn Orgasm Control improve Your Sex Life
I find that younger orgasm denial trainees, usually in their early 20’s, comment on the difficulty they experience with orgasm self-denial, and even with their orgasm denial training.
Masturbation and Orgasm are interesting “events” to think about – while a period of sexual arousal can last for hours, we all seem to be aiming for that “Big O”, which lasts (usually) for mere seconds. Orgasm control attempts to prolong the period of arousal, while taking the onus off of the orgasm, and placing it on the enjoyment of the arousal and stimulation, which can be maintained for a much longer period of time.
Learn Orgasm Control: Your partner will thank you for it
If you improve your orgasm control abilities, you will become a much better sexual partner. The differences in sexual timing between men and women has been fodder for many jokes and comedic scenes in film and literature – men are stereotyped as seeking that quick orgasm without much foreplay, while women typically want a longer, more intimate encounter, with more foreplay.
If you practice orgasm control, your female partner will appreciate your endurance and your ability to enjoy the “foreplay” portion of an erotic encounter.
Sexual encounters can become almost tantric in nature if you learn to control your orgasms.
Being aroused feels great!
Use orgasm control to prolong your arousal:
Here’s my theory:
Sexual arousal feels great! Sure, an orgasm feels great too, but only for a few blissful moments, and then the fun is over. What if you could learn to control your orgasms, or even take the focus of the event off of the orgasm, and learn to enjoy the arousal for the immense pleasure it brings?
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Although she loved and craved cock, her need to play with a hot demanding Mistress would consume her thoughts until she submitted and played out her fantasy. As her boyfriend, I knew she needed this and it all worked out because Slave Emma could walk this line and keep her need for cock and pussy in balance. That would change when our kinky role play went too far.
Swinging with a lesbian dominatrix
Slave Emma met Mistress Keila in a vanilla bar. Both were attracted to one another and Slave Emma’s red hair and green eyes were a great contrast to Keila’s black hair blue eyes. They looked great together and their fling never gave me any reason to worry or suspect that it was anything more than Emma’s occasional pussy licking adventure. Their “relationship” was infrequent and Slave Emma and I continued with our usual kinky activities and fucked daily and sometimes multiple times in a day. All of that changed in a New York minute.
Slave Emma asked if I would mind if she spent the weekend with Keila and said she needed some girl girl fun. As always, I encouraged her to stay horny and satisfied and drove her to Keila’s house. When we entered, Keila was all decked out in her finest Dominatrix attire. A black leather corset had barely held in her straining huge tits. She had on black seamed stockings and a small pair of black panties had just about covered her ass and pussy. She came to us and collared Slave Emma and told her to kneel at her feet. Mistress Keila then told us she intended to get full use from her slut this weekend and she would likely be unable to perform her usual sexual functions with me for a few days thereafter. She gave Slave Emma a look which screamed: “you have no idea what you are in for little slut”. Keila then called in her submissive girlfriend, Jennifer, and told her she was mine to play with for the next few days. This was a bonus I was not expecting, but would soon learn was more than it seemed.
When I called to pick up Slave Emma, she and Mistress Keila told me they were extending the “visit” for another week and that I should enjoy Jennifer as much as I wanted. Jennifer was a fun blond submissive with big tits and a great ass and a fun fuck. She had not been with a man for some time and was enjoying dick again. This all seemed to be working well.
The week went fast and it was now time to get my slave back and exchange Emma and Jennifer. Right before Jennifer and I were leaving I received another call. This time it was Keila alone. She told me that she and Slave Emma had decided to make their arrangement more permanent. Slave Emma would not be returning to me and I could “keep” Jennifer as my fuck toy. My demands to talk with Emma were rebuffed and I was told she would be allowed to call me in a few days.
Almost a week passed when the phone rang late into the night. Slave Emma told me that she was now owned by her Mistress and that she had to either agree to the new arrangement or never see Keila again. In the heat of the moment, she submitted to her Mistress and the new rules were put in place.
Emma may not have any dick unless Veronica allows
Keila can and will fuck big cocks either with Emma watching or on dates. Emma must then lick her pussy clean of all cum if she deserves such a treat.
Emma may be punished for any infraction at any time and in a manner, Keila believes is deserved.
Emma’s pussy must be shaved at all times.
Emma may not masturbate or play with dildos without Mistress giving permission
Emma is owned by Mistress Keila body and soul. Mistress Keila may tattoo, pierce and display Slave Emma as she sees fit.
Mistress Keila may have as many slaves as she wants, Slave Emma must be loyal and faithful to Mistress Keila. Slave Emma is subject to chastity training and being placed into chastity as part of her servitude.
Slave Emma signed the contract and began living her new life as Mistress Keila’s slave.
Life of authority and orgasm control
Emma’s first few weeks as Keila’s slave exceeded her hopes and fantasies. Keila knew how to make Emma burn with lust and a deep desire to please her Mistress in every way. Emma, in turn, made sure she displayed her slavery and submission to the dark haired busty beauty that owned her. Emma took great care to make sure that her pussy was soft and clean shaven and always framed by silk stockings attached to a garter belt or corset. She was always in heels and her large nipples were hard awaiting a pinch or caress from Keila. The thought that Keila might finger her, play with her tits, rub her clit or lick her pussy would send jolts of electric waves through her body and drench her pussy. Emma was never permitted to cover her pussy with panties or display any sign of modesty or reluctance to Keila’s demands. Often, Keila would grab Emma’s leash and pull her face into her wet pussy making Emma lick and suck her to multiple orgasms. Keila would not finish until her juices covered Emma’s glistening face and left Keila’s dark pubic hair matted and dripping. Keila would remind Emma that only a Mistress may display pussy hair; slaves are kept clean shaven. This was another subtle but visible way in which Mistress Keila displayed her power over Slave Emma. To be sure, there were many other ways as well; some subtle others overt.
Emma’s own orgasms were a far more complicated affair. Mistress Keila might allow Slave Emma to hump her stocking clad legs or take a finger fuck only after she fully satisfied her Mistress. Mistress Keila sometimes allowed Emma to masturbate to orgasm or use a vibrator on her clit. On rare occasions, Keila would strap on a 9-inch dildo and fuck Emma doggie style after handcuffing her arms behind her back. This was indeed a rare treat, heightened by the stinging sensation of Keila’s control over her slave as she beat her ass raw with a hand spanking or cat of nine tails. This type of fucking sent Emma over the edge especially because she had been deprived of a real hot flesh dick for so long. The most special treat of all came when Mistress Keila tied Emma’s wrists to the headboard with leather belts and then proceeded to lick and suck her pussy for hours, bringing Emma to the edge and back again. This pleasure was interspersed with a tit, ass and pussy whipping so that Emma knew that the pleasure she received had a price tag. During these extended whip and lick sessions, a helpless Emma would literally scream and beg to be allowed to cum. In her excited state of desire and vulnerability, she would make all kinds of wild promises to her Mistress swearing to do ANYTHING Mistress Keila demanded if only she would allow her to cum. Mistress Keila would repeat in a stern and demanding voice, “ANYTHING?” and Slave Emma would softly whisper “Yes My Mistress, anything for you”. 10 or 15 hard lashes to Emma’s tits or clit would follow and Keila’s tongue would then find its way into Emma’s pussy resulting in an explosive, throbbing, cum drenching orgasm. Before being allowed to be untied, Slave Emma would have to repeat her oath to her Mistress and again swear that she would do anything for her owner. Mistress Keila would cleverly use Emma’s reaffirmation of her lust and submission against her horny slave when it best suited her own darkest desires. That time came soon enough.
Assume the position for my girlfriend
Emma heard Mistress pull her car into the garage. As always, she was sure to be ready for whatever Mistress Keila had in store for her. She quickly freshened up and straightened her stockings and garter belt. She took off her bra and threw on a pair of 4-inch heels. She ran to the doorway and took up a very visible position on the floor. She then spread her legs nice and wide and opened her pussy for Mistress’ entrance. As an added sign of her submission, she threw her spread legs high into the air holding them up with her hands. much as she had done back in the days when I was fucking her hard in the missionary position and her pussy was filled with a real dick instead of a rubber one.
Slave Emma was quite proud of herself and thought that Mistress Keila would be pleased to see her horny slave in such a vulnerable state of submission and lust. Slave Emma was only half right. Certainly, Mistress Keila was quite pleased with this spectacle of servitude, but so was her friend and mentor Allison who came in right behind Keila to see Emma in all her glory displaying rock hard nipples, a wide open shaven pussy and wearing a “cum fuck me” outfit. Slave Emma was shocked and horrified to open her eyes only to see Allison drinking in her beauty and her eyes clearly dreaming of the possibilities this unexpected situation presented. When Slave Emma tried to rise up and hide her shame, Allison took her heel and ground it into Emma’s hip admonishing “Where the fuck do you think you are going you little pussy licking slut!”. Keila gave Emma an icy stare and said: “don’t you dare move a muscle; you are dressed like a little whore slut and now Allison and I are about to treat you like one “. Emma was filled with fear, lust, excitement and the knowledge that things were about to drastically change.
Slave Emma’s pussy was pulled open and explored by Allison. Allison grabbed Emma’s large clit and then rolled it between her fingers commenting to Keila, “Your slut has a very soft pussy and a very hard clit” At that moment, Allison thrust her middle finger deep into Emma’s pussy and wiggled it in every which way. When she pulled it out, it was dripping wet with Emma’s excited and fear induced juices. Allison ordered Emma to lick her finger clean. As Emma caught Keila’s eyes, she was torn between her lust for Allison’s touch and her slavery to Mistress Keila. Just then Slave Emma’s fears and hopes were fulfilled. Allison asked, “Keila, would you mind if I used your little whore for a while. It has been a long trip and a rough few days and I would love to take my frustrations out on this lovely little slut” Keila responded, “Do whatever you want with her, just save some energy for me later.” With those words of consent and encouragement, Mistress Allison attached a leash to Slave Emma’s collar and lead her to Keila’s dungeon. Slave Emma was then handcuffed behind her back and made to stand in anticipation while Mistress Allison readied herself for fun and brutal session with her redheaded frightened slave.
Pain and servitude in the dungeon
Mistress Allison returned to the dungeon wearing a black leather corset, black fishnet stockings, and a pair of high heels which added 4 inches to her already 5-foot 9-inch frame. Allison was in her early 40’s and was most assuredly what most men would call a MILF or a cougar. She stood confidently with her long legs, ample tits, and a great ample ass. Her blond hair had some streaks of gray, but that only made her seem more in control. Allison’s pussy was cropped short and her clit was peeking out when she saw her evening’s treat. Slave Emma was shaking with anticipation when Allison came near holding a very serious looking cane in her hand and having a whip clipped to the chains and buckles on her corset.
Mistress Allison looked deep into Emma’s green eyes and ordered her to her knees. The handcuffed slave hobbled down and began kissing her mistress’ feet in adoration and servitude. She made it up her ankles, calf, and thighs before kissing Allison’s ass. Slave Emma left lipstick marks on Allison’s ass and above her pussy. Just as Slave Emma was about to drive her tongue into Mistress Allison’s wet pussy, a swish of the cane caught Slave Emma’s ass sending her reeling. That first blow was followed by another 10 hard stokes in very rapid and deliberate order. Mistress Allison screamed, “You little slut, you left lipstick marks all over my ass and near my pussy without permission. I am going to teach you a lesson and wear that lipstick right off”
Mistress Allison then stretched out on the bed with her pussy spread open and her back against the pillows and the headboard. She ordered Slave Emma to crawl over and took the leash attached to Slave Emma’s collar. Mistress Allison told Slave Emma, “You will lick, suck and eat my pussy until I am done with you and my pussy juices cover your face. I am going to whip your ass until I have worn all of your lipstick off all your mouth”. With that order, Slave Emma’s leash was yanked down and her face was in Mistress Allison’s lap. The command “Start now bitch” was followed by a hard lash of the whip. Mistress Allison continued to whip Slave Emma’s ass harder and harder as her pussy grew wetter and wetter. Slave Emma’s ass turned pink, red and then became a deeper shade of crimson with visible cane marks across her ass and upper thighs. Slave Emma’s face was covered with a combination of pussy juice and tears while Mistress Allison was engrossed in her own state of uncontrollable lust and power. She then ordered, “Suck my clit like it was a tiny cock you slut” Emma complied all the while thinking how long it has been since she had a real cock as the whipping became more brutal and picked up in speed. Slave Emma was crying but continued on. Just when she didn’t think she could take any more, Mistress Allison stopped whipping Emma and began screaming with orgasmic delight warning Emma that she better keep sucking her clit or else. Mistress Allison then squirted all over Slave Emma’s face and hair leaving her dripping wet. Slave Emma had never witnessed, let alone been part of, such an eruption. Mistress Allison then rubbed her pussy all over her slave’s face. She turned Emma on her back spread her legs and then thrust her own pussy on Slave Emma’s shaven mound, clitty fucking her. After grabbing Slave Emma’s ass just like a man would while fucking his woman, Emma’s own lust welled up and she humped back. Soon the two were clitty fucking and Slave Emma came twice in a row.