When I hear the word chastity I automatically think about bondage. There are many ways to play with a chastity device. I have tried it solo, with a key holder, time locks, mailing myself the key, and leaving the key at home while I’m on a trip.
My keyholder is tall, stunningly beautiful, and strict. She is imaginative, mature, and very strong-willed. Her focus is on systematically controlling my level of sexual frustration. She mercilessly keeps me at the absolute peak of male sexual need and arousal. This includes daily edging games and mind fucks. She forces me to release my sperm without orgasm by milking my prostate one day per month. She forces me to endure endless bondage sessions and 24/7 nudity. I’m forced to supply oral-service and massages for her and her friends. I also do domestic work and suffer her strict discipline for my mistakes. She is bisexual and loves to tie me to a chair to watch her have sex with her hot women friends…………yeah this is about when I wake up and realize I’m dreaming.
Chastity device play can be a very lonely fetish. It seems to be building in popularity judging by the variety of devices on the market today. Articles about male chastity are in a few mainstream publications, depictions of chastity play are in films and television, I have overheard a few open discussions about the use of chastity in sex play. Not long ago anyone interested in a chastity device was considered to be an oddball even in BDSM circles. Today chastity devices are considered edgy and have become a bit of a fad.
I have been hard-wired for bondage for as long as I can remember. When chastity devices came along I viewed them as bondage gear for my cock and balls. I love bondage for my entire body so why not my cock and balls?
Cuckolding, eating another man’s cum or sucking his cock does not interest me in the slightest. Wearing dresses, make-up, high heels or a wig also doesn’t interest me. The effects of securely isolating my cock in a tube for weeks at a time to make it sensitive and the inability to ejaculate no matter how hard I try, now that is what interests me.
For some reason having my cock securely locked away while I’m at work or away from home is my idea of fun. Traveling across a continent or an ocean locked in plastic chastity is a real mind fuck. Thousands of miles and another plane ride from the chastity device key is a bit of a distraction in a business meeting.
The first time I was pulled out of line at airline security for a crotch check was a real rush. We fear this discovery but trust me it isn’t anything they haven’t seen before, just be helpful, cooperate fully and act happy to show them how it is locked on, and offer to answer any questions they may have. Make sure you don’t laugh when they swab it for explosives.
A kinky world traveler friend of mine travels with suitcases of the most bizarre electrical sex equipment, rubber clothing, gas masks, and bondage gear. I asked him how he gets through customs, he said to be helpful and friendly and be eager to explain what everything is and how it works. Most of the time they figure you are just some harmless pervert they just don’t want to know about. He said he did spend almost an hour in conversation when he ran into a fellow kinky inspector.
Like all bondage, it isn’t bondage until you want out and can’t. The quest of most male bondage lovers is to have a way to be in escape-proof bondage but also be safe. The best and safest way is with another person. They can completely apply the bondage, help you with the bondage or finish the bondage by fastening that last strap, zipper or lock, you know that one you just can’t reach on your own. Then they monitor you and make sure you are okay then let you out when it is time.
Another way is to trust a mechanism. This is a bit of a risk but some are as foolproof as possible because they will open when the ice melts or the power goes off. But beware they never completely foolproof and they can’t react to you if you have a problem.
Cock and ball bondage in a chastity device won’t kill you. If you can be in it for a day you can be in it for a month or six months or a year and so on. Hair grows, balls fill and your body changes to fit the device. An ingrown hair is just an irritation, balls swelling from neglect and not restriction is a good effect. What you thought was a tight fit will over time have you ordering a smaller size device. Your cock hasn’t shrunk, even though that is a popular fantasy, your body just adjusts to the device. Unleash the monster and a little rub with some oil and a nose full of pussy will bring it alive no matter how long it has been encased.
Being locked in a metal device that requires a piercing is the ultimate state of mind. The first time I was locked up away from the key I had to fight off panic. This is the real deal you can’t get out without painfully tearing your sensitive flesh or risking the use of power tools around your special parts.
The best way to play with a chastity device is with another person. They simply need to be willing to control the key. This can be for a set time, set by you or a time set by the key holder. If it is a time set by you it will probably be fantasy time, fantasy time is what your little head wants which is always about 25% more than you really want. If the time is set by the key holder a lot depends on their personality and mood. This is the risk you take giving control over to an unknown factor.
There can be interaction or not. With no interaction other than conversation, the conversation can include begging and whining or complete silence on the chastity subject. With physical interaction, it can include a wide range of possibilities. There can be simple periodic inspections with a daily pat on your swollen balls to daily edging sessions and oral service. This all depends on the interests and temperament of the key holder.
The mistake most chastity lovers make is assuming the other person has your exact fantasy. They will probably know about it but may not have a personal interest in it. I have found it is rare in any part of the BDSM world to have matching fantasies.
For example, I have little interest in acting like a dog, however, if my lover gets turned on by having me bark and fetch a bone I will do it for her because I honor her fantasy. I love the idea of being pegged by her strap-on but not keen on drinking her piss. However, if I can get a proper pegging I’ll drink all of the piss she wants me to drink. Over time I have begun to look forward to drinking it and she has grown an interest in pounding my ass with her strap on…win..win!
Frustration with a kinky partner is common if both parties don’t try to understand and facilitate their partners’ fantasy. As a male chastity device and bondage lover, it is easy fo me to be selfish in my fantasy. These two fantasies require caretaking by the other party, how boring. I seem to forget the needs of my partner. After years of satisfying women without relying on my cock skills, I have become skillful in the use of my mouth and tongue. I forget after a great set of orgasms she enjoys cuddling in her pajamas to watch a “chick” movie.
My chastity arousal level is still on the boil but I get dressed and sit with her through the whole movie. I rub her feet in a nonsexual way and make popcorn but I keep my needs quietly to myself. This is not my fantasy but it is how she recharges her batteries. She also knows that a special occasion for me is chaining me in the dark basement overnight.
Chastity is that sexual thing that never ends. The longer I’m locked up the crazier I get. The more I talk about it the less interested she gets. Imagine locking someone in a chastity device and then getting continuous updates on how they feel about it. After a while, it really gets old and draining. We have a rule absolutely no conversation about my chastity condition unless I am asked or there is a severe issue. If she wants to know she will ask. This eliminates all possibilities of manipulating her actions. This actually adds to the chastity experience for us both.
An example of her feeding my fantasy is a daily pat on the balls and acknowledging I am locked up and she has the key. This simple act is all I need to keep me feel connected and extremely happy. Without this small gesture, I can feel abandoned and alone in this difficult journey. The three AM erections, the pinching and adjustments, the grooming and cleaning and the building sexual frustration are well worth it with a few words, a touch, and a smile.
This is not the usual Literotica story, I write this to men with similar interests. I have been doing this a while and have made many mistakes. Most of these were while trying to navigate my sexual needs. As a young man, I was completely selfish. I was never mean or rude in fact I was willing to do anything for a woman to get what I needed.
My mistake was assuming she needed what I needed. Sex for sex is only a small part of the exchange. The typical male notion based on; she orgasmed four times before I did so I must be a gentleman. Women are fascinating creatures that at times make no sense to me. Over the years I have finally learned to cherish this fact.
Everything in a relationship is based on the exchange of energy. This can be everyday vanilla relationships or the most erotic kinky relationships. There is always some sort of an exchange. This can range from cleaning out the garage for a night in bondage or flowers, a night of dancing and conversation for an edging. However, it isn’t that simple. My suggestion is to forget about what you need or want I’m sure by now she knows your fantasies. Just love her, listen to her and be there for her. Yes go in without a plan and see what happens you may be pleasantly surprised.
I bought pots, soil, flowers, and tomato plants for our apartment patio. I worked my ass off and actually put up a bird feeder. I was showering when she poked her head in handed me my metal chastity device with a PA hook and pointed at my cock and balls and said be sure you shave, then closed the shower door. I stood there in amazement, shaves, and locked it on. I gave her the key, she pointed to the bed where there was a blindfold and cuffs. I put everything on locked my legs and arm, she then locked the free arm and straddled my face.
She had skipped her shower to give me a full dose of her sex. I was there for most of the evening. It is now a week later, I have spent countless hours serving her with my mouth and tongue, several nights as her footstool, and a few tied up for the night. Tonight I will be chained in the dark basement and tomorrow, next week, next month, who the hell knows what will happen. Is all of this because I bought tomato plants? This woman never ceases to amaze me……
‘John!’ – Mary calls me from the living room. I rush to her.
I am barefooted, wear jeans and have my torso naked. She has a sexy dress, with a low cut cleavage allowing her ample breasts to show off. A simple but sexy little black dress. But that is not the most exciting part of her attire. I am definitely more aware of the black cane she is holding!
‘Kneel, John’ – she orders me, from hearing seating position at our light-beige sofa.
She is also pointing at me with the cane. Not really threatening. Well, maybe just a little.
‘John’ – she continues after I kneel down at the carpet at her feet, ‘I think I like your idea of you being my submissive obedient slave for a day. Let’s see how it goes. I just wonder ….’
She has now a mischievous look on her beautiful face while she “wonders” … A measure of fear crosses my mind in respect to what she is going to say … light fear is enjoyable and exciting …
‘ I wonder how obedient you can really be …’ – she adds with a smirk and a smile.
More light fear and excitement for me. Good, how bad can this be, this being an obedient game? So far it seems I am safe.
This whole idea of submission is rather new for us as a couple, even we had been talking and fantasizing in the past. So we start light. I love and trust my wife Mary, so, so I feel safe for the time being.
She blends her cane again. She brings it to my cheeks, and caresses and teases my face with it. I instinctively react and try not to avoid it, but she says:
‘No no no! don’t move!’.
So I relax, and she keeps teasing me with the cane. One cheek, then the other. Then under the chin. She slowly starts to aim for one of my nostrils. I breathe deep in anticipation and try to make an effort not to resist.
She poking my nostril with the cane is started to feel quite humiliating, and making me really hard inside my jeans as well. She rotates the cane around its axis, slowly and sensually, while keeping a soft and subtle contact with my nostril, which makes me realize how sensitive it is. It has suddenly become an erotic spot. I start to feel a weird feeling in my spine … it is the humiliation feeling! It is stronger than I expected, and I never thought it would come about in this way? She keeps teasing my nostril. I feel so excited, and more and more overwhelmed with emotion and feelings of weakness.
My mind starts to fill with fear of what could be next, will she put that in my mouth?
‘Open your mouth John!’ – she reads my mind. I obey.
‘Tongue out! More! Mouth wide open, and tongue out!’ Very good, stay there, what an obedient slave!’ -she says.
I stay there with kneeling with my mouth wide open, my tongue out, pressing my eyes while my mind struggles to cope with a new startling sensation when she puts the cane in my mouth.
But she doesn’t, she keeps teasing my nostril, while I hold my mouth open. I feel a bit ridiculous, but also submissive, and excited, and happy that I slowly fall into my slave role.
‘Does this excite you, John, being given orders? Look at you … with the mouth wide open, tongue out, so ridiculous!’
Mary was teasing me mentally and also physically by rubbing her cane all around my face. I loved it! I was told not to move, so I could only answer to her question with an imperceptible assent of the head, and an affirmative gesture of closing my eyes. I think she understood it.
“I think I’m going to enjoy myself now playing with my new slave. Because that’s what you are now, slave. A slave! And you don’t even have a name anymore now! ‘
‘No more John for you! John is gone, thrown through the window! I had a husband, once upon a time, but he is gone, and now I have a slave!”
“I think I will start by being a bit more strict with you. Let’s start with correcting your posture. Slave, put your hands behind you and separate your knees … And don’t you dare to close your mouth or hide your tongue! I want you to keep your ridiculous expression of the submissive slave in your face!”
I felt a warm joy from her firm tone, as I obeyed. And I also felt some tingling in my groin in my jeans as I separated my knees. The feeling of exposing myself by opening my legs was rewarding, especially that I also felt protected by the jeans. A paradox!
Mary is a really sexy woman, with a beautiful angel face, black hair, and sensual curves. Not at all skinny. She may even have a few extra pounds, but that only accentuated her sex appeal. She wore her 37 years with exuberance and supreme confidence.
This is all a lengthy blurb to explain to you, dear reader, why I was dying to drop the whole game and just grab her tits. But the excitement in the expectation of the unknown kept me obedient and yearning for more orders from this Goddess.
“You may think this is a game, little slave, but let me show you. Open your mouth wider, stick your tongue out, and don’t move no matter what”
WHACK!
She hit me on my tongue with the cane! Fucking bitch! It hurt! I didn’t expect her to be so harsh. I muffled my moan, and suffered in silence, trying to keep my obedient slave role.
WHACK!
Not again! Filthy bitch! This is not the game I had in mind! Well, maybe yes, I am not so sure now.
“This was just a little help to remind you that you are my slave now. Now lick my cane, say thank you Mistress, and get up”.
I did as ordered with great gratitude that it was over. I also heard myself in my thoughts calling myself a wimp (in my head only) for making such a big deal out of two little blows.
“Rule number 1, obey without any hesitation. Not the slightest!”
“Rule number 2, you shall be naked at all times unless direct otherwise.”
It took me a second to process this, and realize that I need to remove my pants, but I had my arms behind my back and my hesitation in bringing them to the front didn’t go unnoticed!
“So soon you are already in violation of both rules!”
She pushed her cane inside my nostril. I’m glad she didn’t strike me with the cane, but I was surprised on how my sweet wife turned out so nasty, with this perverted obsession with my nostril.
I wanted to say I’m sorry, but I recalled I had to keep my mouth open and tongue out. So I started removing my jeans, while she was pressing upwards with the cane in my nose, in an uncomfortable position.
“Good slave, you are learning. You look so funny trying to remove your pants with your nose upwards, and your mouth open! Ok, relax now, close your mouth, and remediate your situation, and go back to position.”
She removed the cane, so I was able to quickly undress.
“Rule 3, your default position is as you were before, kneeling, hands behind you, knees wide apart, and mouth open. You can keep your tongue inside.”
I was glad to obey and expectant to see what happens next.
“I see your cock is happy to be shown to me”
She teased my cock with the cane. This, combined with the recent memory of the cane on my tongue raised a slight concern. I really hoped Mistress was not that wicked!
“Do you know what may happen if you disobey …” she teased me while rubbing my balls with the cane … “Mmm .. you don’t want to find out, I really recommend you don’t try ….”
This just helped me make up my mind not to disobey! I didn’t want to find out!
“I know there are a lot of things that you don’t like to do … or be done to you .. but that’s what being a slave is about, right? You do what your Mistress wants, not what you want. Isn’t that right slave? Mmmmh?”
“Yes Mistress”
So far she was talking with a disarming smile, seductively mean. But suddenly she became serious. She brought her face near me, looked me in the eyes, and asked me slowly and sternly:
“Do you like men, slave? Sexually?”
That question totally caught me off guard. Where that came from?
WHACK
“AAAAAAHHHH”
I didn’t expect a hit on my balls! Not for just hesitating to answer!!!! What a bitch! I twisted my torso in agony!
“Answer!”
“No Mistress, I don’t like men, noo …. I like only women!”
“Too bad. For you that is. But you will obey anything I say, because you are my slave, right?”
“Yes Mistress!”
I was totally lying, I was not really willing to go that far as she hinted, but this was the safest thing to say right now, in my painful situation. Hope she is bluffing too.
“I know you will. Even if you don’t know, I know”
Her smile returned to her face, her cane was returned to be held with two hands in a non-menacing way, and it was like if the Sun had risen again.
“Oh, my own cute little little slave to play!” She said with the sweetest smile.
She put her cane away and brought her smiling face close to mine.
She made a sweet pout with her mouth.
“Is slave horny, uh?. What will make slave happy, uh? You are allowed to beg your Mistress!”
I said: “A kiss, please?”
She smiled again, then went to grab her cane. Oh no, what’s wrong now?
WHAACK on my butt!
“Aaaah”.
“Slave forgot to say ‘Mistress’ … Ha!”
“Sorry Mistress, sorry Mistress! Please no more cane, Mistress?”
“Of course, my cute slave! Only good things for you now, slave!”
She brought her slave close to me again, with a smile. I cautiously partially opened my mouth, as she got her near me. And we kissed, tenderly. She licked and sucked my lips, and I reciprocated, as we locked in a loving and wet kiss.
Her hands started caressing me my chest, and a flow of pleasure and warmth expanded through my body, from the ineffable sensations of her tongue dancing with mine, and her caring hands rubbing my torso, my arms, my chest, while I kept my hands behind me as instructed.
My cock was standing to attention between my parted legs.
A thrill startled me as her hand trailed downwards, to lightly touch my ball sac, and a playful finger traveled along the right side of my cock from the base to the tip.
“Oh, my cute slave is oozing some drops here …” she said interrupting the kiss for a brief moment, and then she went back to it.
Her finger tapping softly of the tip of my cock was like pressing a secret button for me, it caused me some sudden urge to fuck and cum! But I was determined to resist it!
She broke the kiss and looked at me as waiting for my begging. But I didn’t want to beg to fuck because I also enjoyed the tease. So I didn’t know what to beg.
This time she decided to be more aggressive in her kissing, ravishing my mouth and sucking my tongue and slips with intensity. She penetrated me with her tongue, and strongly lapped all corners of my cavity, rubbing it strongly against my tongue.
“Take your mouth out, slave, and keep it out. Flat tongue!”
She slowly placed her own tongue pressing against mine, the upper surface of each tongue touching each other. As we slowly accommodated our heads and tongues to increase the surface of contact, she started to slowly rub the underside of my cock from the tip towards the base with her full hand.
Simultaneously she started rubbing my cock underside, up and down. The coordinated rub jumped my fuse on my level of simulating pleasure, as I felt fucked through both ends. As I enjoyed and revealed in this paradise, my brain turned soft and mushy! Electricity run between my cock and my mouth, right along my chest and tummy, and back!.
We both moaned while this slow but intensive rubbing continued. And she gradually accelerated the motion. Oh, fuck! After some vigorous and faster rubbing my heavy moans betrayed that my orgasm is getting near, and she stopped.
She started tapping on the tip of my cock. Oh no, again! This time I can’t hold myself from begging.
“Please Mistress, may I get some pleasure in my cock so I can cum?”
I wanted to say let’s fuck, but I phrased it so that it is up to her how should I cum.
“About time, slave, I like to hear you begging to cum! What a sweet slave you are!”
She removed her hand from my cock, held my face, and started kissing me on the lips. No tongue this time. Just strong kisses in the lips. She played with my cheeks with her hands.
“Get up slave, I have some toys I want to show you! Come. ”
“Ok, you can free your arms …”, she said as I saw that I would need them to get up.
She grabbed the cane again, and I followed her to the bedroom, wondering what perv toys she has in store for me …
It was just another Saturday morning just like the last twelve or so. I woke up next to my Mistress in hopes that this might be the day. She’s laying there, looking just as sexy and beautiful as the first time I woke up next to her. The strap of her silk nightgown had slipped down off one shoulder, exposing the perfect curvature of her breast. She’s sleeping with a smile on her lips. She should be smiling, after last night’s many orgasms I served her. I was beginning to think she wasn’t ever going to say, “That’s enough, I can’t take anymore.” I must have had my head between her sexy thighs for over an hour, and at least three orgasms. Then she asked for some sex, but not the way you might think. See these days; I only rarely have penetrative sex with her, most times by means of a strap-on. You see, I’m locked in a steel chastity belt, 24/7, with her controlling the only keys. She had two more orgasms by means of the strap-on and then she finally rolled off me and fell right to sleep. Sleep didn’t come quite as quickly to me. My, or should I say, “her cock” wasn’t giving up thinking that it should have been the one doing the fucking. Not the fake one strapped right over the top of it. But finally, I fell to sleep, dreaming of one day maybe I will be the one fucking my wife once again.
The sun was pouring in the window the next morning when she awoke, rolling to my side, cupping the strap-on penis and giving it a squeeze; She said to me “So dear, do you think you’re ready to have an orgasm all of your own?” “Yes Mistress,” I blurted out.
“Please tell me how long it’s been this time?” She asked. This was all part of the game, teasing me by making me count the days, weeks, or even months. “90 days today,” I told her.
“Wow. Three months, that even sounds worst yet. Sure doesn’t seem that long to me. But I have a hard time keeping track of all the orgasms I get. Well if you’re sure you want one, you know the rules of the game, don’t you?” “Yes Mistress, I do, and will do anything you want to earn my orgasm today.”
“That’s a good little slave. I have something special in store for you this time. First, get the coffee going, take off that strap-on, and cleaned it up. Then you have a quick shower.”
“Yes Mistress.” As I jumped up from bed, I got the coffee going and then attended to my shower. My Mistress was just propping up some pillows and was starting to reading her erotic book as I entered her bedroom with her coffee and a toasted bagel too.
“Go prepare a hot scented bath for me, Slave.” “Yes Mistress.” I left her side and went into the Master Bathroom and poured her favorite scented oils into the bath and filled it with hot water. I didn’t even notice her standing behind me as I was finishing running the bathwater. My heart almost skipped a beat seeing her there standing over me naked. She crawled into the hot bubbly water and laid back like the princess she is.
“Slave I want you to shave my legs and don’t you dare nick me once. Or else you may have to spend another week locked up, with no relief.” “Yes Mistress, I will be very careful, you can be sure.” As she lay back enjoying, the special attention, I was giving her legs. She would caress a nipple of hers every so often, just to take some of my attention away from my task, in hopes I might nick her and lose my chance of an orgasm today. But lucky for me, I complete her legs without one nick. She was purring as I was softly washing the remaining shaving cream away.
“Slave I want you to shave my pussy bald too. Same thing, no nicks, or 4 weeks will be added to your release. Understood?” “Yes, gulp Mistress.” As she slid down into the water, she held up her mound to me. I very carefully applied the cream, maybe taking a little too long, as she barked to me that orders was a shave, not to play with. Once she was as bald as a baby and just as smooth, she told me to get a towel and dry her.
“You know slave if you lucky, you might get to feel my bald pussy tonight, doesn’t that sound good?” “Yes, of course, Mistress, I can wait.”
“But you might have too, we will just see how well you behave today and then tonight maybe, just maybe, I will let you fuck my pussy. But that’s only if you are a very good slave all of today, understood?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I knew that she would push every button of mine. In hopes of breaking me and having me screw up something, and lose my release tonight. That was her part of this game we play. She pulled on a sexy gown and told me to meet her in the family room with the nail polish kit. I gathered up all the items that would be needed to give her the weekly pedicure that I have been giving her for the last three years. I was required to take a beauty school night course just to learn the proper technique of doing them. That was a long four months of lock-up practicing painting her toenails till she was satisfied I polished them to perfection.
“OK Slave, today will be blood red, I’m in a Vampire mood today, I want fresh meat tonight.” I gulped again, knowing just what she meant by that remark. I started shaking knowing she was on the prowl tonight for some fresh meat, and I would have to watch her play with him till I got my chance of an orgasm. Once the toenails had been buffed, cleaned, painted with two coats, and the final topcoat. She was then satisfied with the job I had done she said, “Slave I’m going to take a short nap, for I can stay up all night fucking if I need to. So you go about your daily duties and don’t make too much noise and wake me.”
“Yes Mistress. Two hours later, three loads of washing, and hand washing her lingerie. Fixing a small lite lunch, she woke and was as fresh as a daisy. We had lunch together and by the time I cleaned up afterward, I heard her calling my name. I enter her bedroom to find her naked on top of the covers, with legs spread wide. I could tell she had been playing with herself. The lips of her pussy were plump and wet.
“Slave I want you to give me one orgasm with your lips. Then you will know what you’re missing out on tonight when the young hunk is fucking them later.” I couldn’t protest, I soo wanted to my own orgasm later. And I would have to accept anything she wanted or requested if I was to get my dessert later.
I don’t know about you, but the smell of pussy when you haven’t had an orgasm for over three months is just about enough to make me squirt right in my belt. But that would be cheating, me and her of the game we play. So down between her sexy thighs, I knelled, breathing in the aroma of my wife. It didn’t take long and she was saying, oh yes, that’s it, yes, Yes, Oh Yes, YES,YESSSSSSSS!!!!. As she recovered, I got up and was standing next to her hoping; praying that all the teasing she had done today was just part of the game. And she would release me now. And we would fuck till dark. But no such luck for me.
“Slave, get the special oil for my pussy.” I walked over to her dresser and picked out the oil she wanted. I knew my fate was sealed then. This oil wasn’t for me. I poured a small puddle in my palm. Then once it was warmed, took two fingers and spread it all over her pussy lips. The scent is intoxicating. It is a special oriental oil that once a male smells, and he’s all hers, besides it making her pussy wet and slippery all night.
“That’s enough slave, now gather my best bra, you know the one, stockings and garter belt.” As I gather the items, I picked out some sexy panties of the same black color. She made me hook the bra over her breast. Then pull up the stockings and attach them to the garters. I showed her the panties I picked out, thinking she would be pleased that I thought of them when she forgot to tell me.
“No Slave, I won’t need panties tonight, they will just get in the way.” She stood up and walked over to the closet. I was all eyes, wondering what dress she would pick out. Oh no, not that one. I fit her like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. With the push-up bra, she looks like she going to have a boob fall right out at any time. The dress stops just below her gather hooks, so anytime she is setting, anyone can see her garters. Then she bent over and picked up some 4″ black strappy heels and walked over to me.
“Slave, put these on for me.” She was holding the shoes right in front of my face, knowing with my shoe fetish I wasn’t thinking with my right head. As I took the shoes from her and kneaded down all I could smell was the specially scented oil coming from her pussy. She knew this and was playing it up to the hilt. Once I had the shoes strapped on, she then walked over to the make-up table and told me to leave here and get ready to go out.
It is bad enough that I had to shave her, and her pussy bald. Then get her fluffed and oiled. I had to dress her, all for someone else’s pleasure. Now would have to go with her and watch the show. This is all part of her plans, to drive me insane and willing to do anything for her, just to earn the chance of an orgasm. Soon as I was dressed, she was just finishing with her make-up. Oh my, she was stunning, one sexy, hot woman out on the prowl.
“Here Slave will you help me with my perfume.” Another of her games, making me dab the perfume on all the sexy spots. Knowing damn well, some other guy was going to get the pleasure of smelling it. She picked up her small handbag, and a tube of lipstick and two condoms is all she put inside. Knowing I was watching.
“Let’s go slave. I’m getting horny just thinking of all the young meat out there tonight.” As we pulled up to the club, I got out and opened the door for her. Her dress showed too much leg to anyone that was looking as she climbed out of the car. As I was pulling away to park the car, I watch her giving both the bouncers a hug. Swearing I could see the cheeks of her ass as she did. By the time I had parked the car and paid my way into the club, she was no wear insight. Then I found her. She was already out on the dance floor with some guy. Didn’t take her long to find one, hell every guy there wanted to be with her. It was going to be a long night for me. I found an open table, one of those high small table types. I ordered us a drink and waited for her to find me. Heck, I was hoping she would want to find me. But I deep down knew she would. It’s much more fun for her to tease me right in front of my eyes. Three dances later, with two different guys she finally came to my table. As she sat, the dress pulled up giving anyone a look at her long sexy legs and stocking tops. She always crosses her legs soo sexy and rocks her leg. It’s just like a sign saying, I’m horny and need to be fucked. Soon another guy walked up and asked her to dance. Before I could say anything, she was gone. Soon as the song was over, I saw him give her a kiss right on the dance floor. She didn’t protest, in fact she pulled him back to give him another. As they walked back to the table, I realized just how sexy this guy was. His shirt was half unbuttoned, mostly by my wives doing. Six pack abs, tan, and with a goatee that she just luvs. Something I never could grow. She told me his name was Rick, and she thought he was hot as hell.
“Honey, order us all a drink, I’m going to the little girl’s room.” As she walked away, I knew this was my signal to tell Rick that I wanted him to fuck my wife. We have come up with this little story, that I have a very bad back and can’t fuck her the way she needs to be. So every so often we go out and find someone that she attracted too and invite him back to our home to fuck her brains out, as long as I get to watch. I will not join in, just watch.
This is just for my torture, watching another man fuck my wife in front of me. He doesn’t know that he just thinks he’s going to fuck my wife in front of me and that’s that.
So when my wife returned from the restroom, she looked right deep into my eyes, and asked, do we have a winner or not. Never have we had a man turn down the offer to fuck my wife. Hell, I would if I was in his shoes. All I could say was, “Yes Dear.”
So after more drinks, and many dances later, I was driving home alone in our car, with my wife riding in Rick’s car. She says, she doesn’t want him to get lost. But I know she is playing with his cock all the way to our house. Once we are back home, I’m to offer them some drinks. By the time I have the drink prepared, they were already on the couch kissing. His hands were inside her bra and cupping her sex under her dress. After I served the drinks, my wife told me to go prepare the bedroom.
This is my queue to go to the bedroom and strap myself into the chair in the corner of the room. I excuse myself, and then walked up to the bedroom and undress down to my chastity belt. Then I set in the sturdy wooden chair in the corner of the room. There are locking cuffs for both of my ankles, and both wrists. I locked the cuffs around my ankles and one arm, then wait for my wife and her new friend to come to bed. I’ve been there setting way too long waiting for them. I was straining to hear any voices. Finally I hear my wife giggle as the door opens and I see him carrying her into the room. He sets her down on the bed, and he noticed me in the chair. She goes on to tell him that is quite OK, and that she will make sure I don’t interfere. My wife leaves Rick with a kiss and walks over to me, locking the last cuff around my free wrist. She reached for our steel collar. This action always takes my breath away. See, only if my collar is locked on, is there a chance the belt will be unlocked. Either collar locked on or belt locked on, this way, she is sure she can get the belt back on without too much complaining. Once I was refusing to put the belt back on, so she told me to wear the collar to work Monday. Oh Shit. I locked the belt back on.
As she locking the collar around my neck, I heard that familiar click, which reminds me every time that she is in control. Then she locks the collar to the top of the chair, so I have no other option other than to watch her with him. A kiss on my lips, I swear I could taste him.
She slowly walks back to Rick, strutting like a model. She was pulling on her dress this way and that, causing it to show more skin with every move.
“See I told you he wouldn’t get in the way of our lovemaking.” Then the part of this game that just drives me crazy. She starts this sexy striptease that she use to do only for me, soo long ago, trapping me in her web. Once she’s down to the bra, stocking, and heels, she turns all her attention to him. She removes his shirt, kissing each inch of newly exposed skin. His pants next, and finally the underwear. Oh my, his cock pops out like a jack in the box. She lets out a little squeal of delight. It’s got to be 8″ and thick as her wrist. My wife drops to her knees and takes hold of the pieces of meat she conquered. Looking over at me first, licking her lips, and then turning back to Rick’s massive cock. In one motion I see her bury her nose into his pubic hair. Her cheeks swell at the massive intrusion. Rick’s head rolls back, he can’t believe his luck in her finding him. His cock slips out of her mouth with a loud pop. My wife looks back at me with a Chester cat smile. I’m so hard in my steel prison that I’m afraid it might break, my penis that is. Back to sucking Rick’s cock and stopping only to take one ball into her mouth, then the other. Rick has his hand on the back of her red hair, entangled between his fingers, pulling her head farther down his shaft with each stroke. Soon Rick’s past the point of no return and tells my wife he’s going to cum. She pulls back just holding his cock head at the opening of her mouth and stokes the remaining shaft till he is spurting his hot cum inside her mouth.
Not till she’s sure he’s done cumming does she pull her mouth away from his cock. My wife gets up and walks over to me, kissing me and transferring all Rick’s cum into my mouth. She continues kissing me till I swallow. Then she swirls her tongue inside my mouth, just to make sure I have tasted all of his cum.
By now after watching my wife feeds his cum to me, wiggling her sexy ass at Rick the whole time, he is getting hard again. My wife says, “Ready for round two.” She back to blowing Rick’s cock, till it’s hard again. She climbs up on the bed and straddles his cock. Slowly sliding it deep inside her till it bottoms out. A little whimper comes from her throat. I know that I never penetrated her that deep before. Soon they have a perfect rhythm going and she’s bouncing from the tip to the base of his cock burying it all the way to his balls, deep inside her. I see is her tight bottom quivering each thrust, and her boobs bouncing soo sexy. Rick’s reached up and is knelling her breast and pinching her nipples. She is throwing her head from side to side and pounding on his chest with both of her hands. Then the, oh yes, that’s it, right there, yes, yes, Yessss, YEESSSSSSSS!!! I see my wife cuming while riding another man’s cock. I watch him clinch and pump his cum deep inside her. She lays her head on his chest but leaves his cock inside her love tunnel.
After what seems to be forever, she rises and pulls slowly off Rick’s cock. Kissing him and telling him how good of fuck he is. Then she asks him if he’s got another load for her. She tells him that she hasn’t been fucked like this in years and her ass is just screaming for attention.
There isn’t any guy that is going to turn down screwing a girl in the ass, especially my beautiful wives’ ass. Songs have written about her “heart shape ass.” I can see Rick’s cock getting hard just hearing her offer it to him. She reached over to the nightstand and pulls out the lube, squirted some on his cock and starts stroking him. Soon as it’s hard again, she shoots some lube on her palm and smears it over her anise. She turns around on the bed so she will be looking right into my eyes and climbs on all four.
“Rick, fuck my ass so I feel you into next week.” Rick jumps behind her and guides his cock into her ass. He’s trying to be the gentleman, slowly sliding inside her. She is having none of that. Looking into my eyes, she pushed back burring him to his balls deep inside her ass.
“Give me all you got cowboy. This filly needs breaking.” My wife is telling Rick this while looking at me the whole time. God my cock is ready to burst. I can feel Rick pumping her backside from my imprisonment. My wife is biting her lower lip and bouncing back to meet his one every thrust. Rick starts spanking my wife and that is all she needs to go over the top. She starts squeezing Rick’s cock with her ass muscles. This is too much for any man and Rick starts shooting his third load inside my wife’s ass. The entire time she was looking at me and knowing she is driving me insane. Soon as Rick finished cuming, he softens and slides out of my wife. She turns to him and tells him how great of fuck he was. Nevertheless, she is done with him and it’s time for him to leave, right now.
“What a Bitch, Rick says.” He can’t believe how cold she is. He dresses and is out the door in minutes, without even a good night kiss.
My wife walks over to me and tells me I did well. Releasing the cuffs from my wrists and ankles, she tells me to prepare the bed. I pull the steel stocks out from under the bed and attach them to the headboard. I lay my head in the holder and wait. My wife locks one wrist, then walks around the bed and locks the other. Lastly, the collar is locked in place. She petting my head telling me how well I did, and I’m very close to earning my orgasm. She pulls the hood out of the dresser and pulls it tight over my eyes and nose. Leaving my mouth exposed. She leaves me and walks out of the room. I never know if she will return tonight or leave me to my thoughts till morning. I don’t have any choice in the matter. Shortly I feel her set on the bed. I feel her playing with the chastity belt. Is tonight the night, or just another of her wicked night of teasing? The belt comes off and a warm washcloth is rubbing “her cock” I have to hold back by all my means. I don’t want this to end soon. As she is finished cleaning me, I feel her moving up the bed. Soon I sense she is setting right over my lips, I can smell their combined juice’s while she sets back, tells me to lick. I have no choice so lick and I do till she is satisfied I’ve cleaned all his cum from her pussy.
She rises and tells me to open wide. I know she going to snowball a load of Rick’s cum into my mouth from her ass. She slowly starts stroking me telling me how much she loves me. That I have to accept her offerings, or I won’t get my orgasms. Drop and the first snowball hits the back of my tongue. I swallow and then open wide again. I can’t see because of the hood, but can almost see the puddle of cum dripping from her ass, my cock is as hard as it’s ever been. God I wish I could touch it, or even see it. I haven’t had the pleasure of either in three long years. Plop, more cum falls into my mouth, she lowers her ass to my lips. I know I’m to suck out the rest and stick my tongue as far inside her as I can.
As I’m tongue bathing her ass, she is wrapping a leather shoelace around my penis and balls, tighten it till I whimper inside her ass. Few more loops and she has both balls tighten off from each other and my penis is turning purple from the tightness.
“Well slave. You’ve earned your release. I have decided that I want more cock in my ass so it’s your lucky night.” She twirled around on the bed and is holding herself over my penis, and the head of it just touching her bud.
“Who do you belong too, slave? Who owns your penis and its pleasure?”
“You Mistress, only you!!!”
“That’s right, your penis is my cock, and only mine. Now enjoy this pleasure of my ass. And if I was you, I would hold off as long as you can. The next time you get to cum it might not be as easy as this one.” Slowly she lowers herself down my penis. With the leather cord cutting into the flesh, it’s a pleasure and pain at the same time. Soon I feel her ass cheeks touching my balls, ahh the warmth. Then she continues down, putting pressure that isn’t soo nice on the tied up balls. Then she rises just as slowly and when she is a top she stops.
“Remember slave, you only cum when I tell you too. Or you will owe me your balls.” With that she drops down to my balls, crushing them again. The ride begins. With every downstroke, she is smashing my tied up balls with more pressure. The pain is almost more than I can take. She wants it this way, and my pleasure always comes with pain. She says I remember it better that way. Up and down she continues bouncing, flatting out my balls each time. I’m dying, I want to cum, I want her to quit. But I need to cum!!
“OK Slave, tell me one more time how much you love me doing this to you and soon as you convince me, I will allow you to cum.”
“Yes Mistress, I love being your personal slave, at beck and call. I will do anything you ask or tell me too, just please let me cum now!”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to stop right now and wait till next time to cum. You know saving your cum for me, makes me very happy.”
“No Mistress, Please Mistress, Now Mistress. I feel like I’m going to burst.”
“Ok Slave, lets me think about it for another minute of two.” I’m dying with her bouncing up and down on my penis, my balls flatting out with each stroke.
“Now Slave, Cum, fill my ass up with your cum.” I don’t wait for her to change her mind and shoot what feels like a gallon on cum deep inside her. She is pushing down with all her weight right on my balls. I can feel them pumping cum inside her. Soon as I finish cumming, she pulls off and turns around on the bed and swats over my mouth and tells me to open up again. I almost drown with the first load of cum dripping into my mouth. Soon as I sallow one, then another and another. Then she sets right on my mouth and takes the warm washrag and cleans up my penis again. I feel like I’m in heaven. She tells me I did such a good job today, that I get till tomorrow morning before the belt is locked back on again.
“Nighty night and sweet dreams.” She leaves me locked to the bed with the hood on and the smell and taste of cum in my tongue and nose. She goes to the guest bed to sleep the rest of the night and I lay there wondering, what I will endear for me to earn my next orgasm.
Carol had been paid a healthy six figures for her work moving her former employer’s company to another city. They were already financially well off so this money would be used for their favorite common hobby, bondage, and chastity equipment to be used on Bob.
Bob is talented but he lacks some of the skill and equipment to produce the ultimate interactive bondage suit. Carol is an excellent technical sketch artist and a bit of an inventor but something on the level she wanted would need to be commissioned.
The total remote control is Carol’s ultimate dream. She wants one handheld unit the size of a TV remote to control everything. This will take a high level of technical skill and most of the systems must be bespoke.
Carol lurked in chat rooms and researched kink-friendly experts for months. Two names kept being mentioned so she narrowed her research to two. After her research, she attempted to contact them both.
One was a designer craftsman and artist from Argentina who was well known for his skills and creativity in leather and other fetish materials like latex. The other was an electronic and robotic genius. They both were known for their work in the normal world. The leather and latex craftsman created items that appeared in big-budget motion pictures and on celebrity red carpets. The electronic genius actually had his work roaming the surface of the moon and Mars.
Carol cut right to the chase and made her initial contact a series of her detailed sketches. This was enough to spur their interests. She then used a phrase that sealed the deal, “money is no object”.
After months of intense planning and emails, usually, while Bob was enjoying some sort of heavy bondage, they finally settled on a plan. First Bob was to be measured personally by both men. Both men had a flair for the dramatic and loved the idea of making this memorable and disorienting event for Bob. They lived in the same part of the country so the plan was to transport Bob to their area are and back again.
A few days later a package arrived with equipment for Bob’s trip. At the time specified Bob was groomed, cleaned out with several enemas, hydrated and filled with liquid nutrition. His eyes were fitted with blackout contact lenses the totally blocked all light and sight. Noise-canceling earplugs that blocked all sound.
The day and hour came so Bob was alone kneeling naked in the driveway waiting for his transportation. Soon the gate bell rang and Carol opened it remotely, a black SUV with a coffin-shaped storage bin bolted to the roof pulled in. it looked like any other SUV. A young couple stepped out opened the back door and pulled out a strange-looking folded cart. They unfolded it and centered the forks under the storage unit unbolted the storage box and lowered it to the driveway.
From the outside, it was a common storage bin, the kind used to store camping gear, surfboards or ski equipment. However when they opened it the inside was lined with latex. There was a perfectly shaped hole that would fit a naked man exactly Bob’s size. Bob was laid down into the man-shaped hole, a tube gag was inserted into his mouth and strapped behind his head.
The lid was lowered and the mouth tube was threaded through a hole to the outside. They then attached a bicycle pump to a valve on the side and pumped until the appropriate pressure was reached. Bob was completely immobilized between the air-filled chambers that suspended him away from the bottom of the container.
The container was again lifted and bolted to the roof and the cart stored away. Without hesitation, they were on the road heading for who knows where. Bob could feel the starts and stops bumps and turns. Some roads were rough and some were like floating. Soon Bob was lost in subspace. He actually dozed off for five minutes or maybe hours he completely lost track of time. He had no idea where he was or when he was and maybe who he was.
Suddenly the movement stopped and then after a while, it started again. Bob thought perhaps it was lunchtime. He had a chuckle thinking of all of the common roof storage units he had seen for years might have contained naked men or naked women. Finally, after some twists and turns, everything stopped.
The storage container was detached and lowered to the floor. The cool air rushed in as the lid was opened. He was quickly lifted by hands and feet to a table. His hands, feet, and neck were cuffed to the table then more straps went around his chest, waist and thighs.
Bob was rolled a long distance then into an elevator then into a padded room. The earbuds were replaced with a fresh charge set then he was unstrapped. He was put in a standing position with his arms stretched out straight with cuffs and chains attached to opposite walls. For the next hour he was poked and prodded, measured and remeasured from head to toe. Even his asshole was measured which was both awkward and concerning. A container was held under his chastity device until he pissed. Then he was given pills and a drink that tasted like one of Carol’s concoctions. He had been totally blind and deaf through the whole experience plus Bob was silent as he assumed he should be.
Again he was strapped to the cart and wheeled back to an elevator them back to the container. The gag was secured around his head then the lid of the storage box was attached again. The top and bottom compressed his body and suspended him in a cushion of air. It had been filled with more pressure then before that caused him to labor for his air.
Bob had to constantly focus on his breath so he probably wouldn’t be sleeping. This added pressure which caused Bob’s cock strain in his chastity device, then he remembered pills and the drink he had been given. The ride home would be more interesting for sure.
After a few hours on the road whatever it was kicked in fully. Bob began to hump and struggle in his bondage. His cock painfully strained against the metal bars of his device. They stopped again for what Bob imagined was to eat but before they started again they pumped a few more pounds into his latex bondage prison. Somehow they knew this was perfectly timed to drive him to another level. Bob was straining and sweating as the innocent-looking tube raced down the freeway at 75 mph.
By the time they arrived at the house, Bob was completely spent. The container was lowered and opened. He was positioned in exactly the spot he was picked up. The cool night air gave him a chill. He stayed perfectly still waiting for Carol.
Carol led him into the house and into the shower. She removed the earbuds and blackout contact lenses. She looked at his smile and delighted in his bewildered look. Then she asked him how his day had been? They ate dinner then she put Bob to bed in his sleep sack eyes taped, earplugs, her juices on his face and in his nose, her piss on his breath, and a pillowcase filled with a week’s worth of soiled sex and sweat-soaked underwear.
Another day in the life of Carol and Bob.
Bob and Carol receive the ultimate bondage suit.
After many many months of testing and adjustments, Carol received the finished product. Bob still had no idea what she had designed for him. all he knew was he had been transported several more times for measurements. Bob was always deaf, dumb, blind and subject to whatever they did. He had no idea where he went, what their names were or what they looked like. He wasn’t sure if they were male or female.
Things had been inserted and electrified, once his chastity device had been removed and a new one was fitted and tested. This was very awkward for him because he belonged totally to Carol. The only reason he submitted to the examinations was for her and her alone.
The thing Carol did to Bob was to give him an opportunity to prove to her his devotion. There was no space between them after almost 50 years of marriage. Bob wanted nothing more than living in the stress of this strong woman and spend his days showing off his willingness to suffer for her. Bondage in Bob’s mind was the most fun he could have. After a lifetime of tamping down his desire for bondage, he finally had the opportunity to have all he wanted and all he could endure.
Anyone reading this that understands this can probably relate to Bob. Many who read this will not get why Bob endures what he endures. Others will think Carol is mean, evil or crazy. If you understand this dynamic they share please read on.
Carol spent a very large amount of money for Bob’s commissioned bondage suit and gave the two men a bonus for their good work and the gas they used transporting Bob for measurements so dramatically.
The day came when Bob would experience his first day or days in his new suit. First Bob was not groomed for two weeks so his body had enough hair to wax. Carol tied Bob in a standing spread eagle as she waxed him from head to toe including his eyebrows. His body was washed and dried then his new Chastity device was installed. It had a belt downturned penis tube with a sound that slid inside his penis. The butt strap has a metal butt plug the fit easily. The belt had an array of hidden features, some were electrical and some were mechanical.
Pads with wires were placed on his body after the electrical jell was applied. The rest of his body was coated with a slippery silicone lubricant. Then he was untied. The lube helped to slide into the see-through amber custom-made catsuit.
A latex hood, gloves, and socks were added. The pads had snaps that matched up with snaps on the suit. Wires were attached to a wiring harness that led to the main connector at the small of his back. A leather suit that zipped open to allow Bob to lay face down then the legs and arms could be zipped. The zippers started at the wrist to the neck and the ankle to the tail bone. Another zipper started at the back of the neck down the back and around the butt crack to the front top of the chastity belt. All of these zippers lock.
Leather gloves fit over the hands and locked at the wrist. Bondage boots with thick soles lock at the ankle. The hood was a two-piece form-fitting leather-covered carbon fiber helmet. Before it was applied electronic earplugs were placed deep in his ear canal.
After an array of attachments, the helmet was locked on with several security screws. It had a clear round lens over each eye. The mouth was filled with a dental gag that was attached to the upper and lower teeth. A metal collar held the helmet upright and limited head movement.
There are attachment points everywhere each capable of being suspended. A carbon fiber plate was attached to the front and back of the suit. The knees and elbows also had hinged carbon fiber coverings. The power and control unit plugged into the wiring harness and hid nicely under the backplate.
Today was a test of the systems. Carol led Bob out to a spot in the lawn and set in a chair with the control and the operator’s manual. The first test was the systems in the helmet.
The control had a small microphone that allowed her to speak directly into Bob’s ear canal. No wires and no reason she couldn’t talk to him from anywhere in the world because it could be attached to a phone. It also had total black-out noise canceling, white noise, music, mind control frequencies, hypnosis and etc. It was programmed to create an illusion that she was moving around him whether she was or not. Voices, high heel clicks, electric taser sparking, whispers, whip cracks or anything she could dream up. It was like she was inside of his head, no sense of direction or distance, just a voice inside of Bob’s head.
The glass over the eyes could be electronically darkened instantly and each eye can be controlled separately. She could blur his vision, project a feed from an external camera, run a recorded scene or run a delay. VR was state of the art so Bob could experience completely different 3D interactive worlds. Carol could use the hand controls to interact in his VR world. The mind fucks with this feature can be endless. This was total control and manipulation of sight and sound, all remotely.
The mouth has a feeding tube that allows liquids to pass the taste buds. This can be used for forced feeding. Another tube empties just behind the teeth to allow him to taste other liquids like Carol’s warm piss. The mouth can be ratcheted open or locked closed remotely. Nose tubes reach deep in the nasal passage to keep the airways open and pass the sense of smell. There is a remote valve to control the amount of air that can pass both in and out.
There were sensors on Bob’s shaved head all around the skull to read Bob’s brain activity and transmit the data to a computer and monitor remotely. Other sensors monitored Bob’s bodily functions, BP, heart activity, breathing, oxygen level, erections and so on. This would allow Carol to know everything happening to Bob inside the suit. This would allow her to monitor Bob’s levels of stress both physical and mental plus his level of arousal and actually know the exact point of ejaculation. Endless edging is one of the control settings.
Bob could no longer hide anything, not even his anger. By monitoring these she can keep him one stroke away from release and can maintain this indefinitely with a simple program selection. One setting stops ejaculation with an electric shock to force Bob to hold back his ejaculation to avoid the shock or set it to firm and slow to simply keep him hard and endlessly frustrated, Carol’s favorite.
The chastity tube had a system of soft rubber spikes similar to a FleshLight except these soft spikes moved in patterns up and down his cock and vibrate. They were lubricated with silicone and something that kept him extra sensitive. The metal sound allowed him to piss through the attached catheter without sensation. The electrified sound, ball cup, scrotum ring and butt plug could also be used.
Another feature was an internal corset. With the push of a button, Bob’s waist would be compressed to several intensities. Fun to use during enema play. The butt plus had a port on the outside of the suit that worked with a simple snap in connection. The plug could be inflated inside and out of Bob’s asshole to seal it tight to prevent leakage inside of the suit. Any liquid could be injected and extracted with absolutely no mess.
Other pads were located on Bob’s leg muscles. They could be stimulated to contract with a simple touch. The knees and elbows could be locked in any position with the hinged carbon fiber joints. There were magnetic metal plates located in strategic points in the suit. Bob could be secured by these in any place the electromagnetic plates were installed around the house and property. One-touch and the powerful 1500 pound magnets would hold him until the power was turned off.
One feature was located at the front of Bob’s throat. Bob had to stay totally silent or he would receive a shock. This was willful attempts to speak or involuntary cries of pain or pleasure. The boots had retractable spikes that operated remotely, no unauthorized walking and no escape.
There were other features but these were the basics. Carol was in her element reading through the thick manual and testing every feature and setting. Bob spent the first 12 hours being put through the extremes of the suit. All of the systems could run simultaneously so Carol kept Bob on the firm and slow sexual frustration setting while she tested other systems. She dreamed up bondage positions, mind fucks with the cameras and ran random disorienting audio programs. She fed him through the stomach tube, pissed into the tasting tube and controlled his oxygen levels. The enema was a special concoction with an herbal aphrodisiac.
At the end of the day Bob was completely exhausted. He still had a smile and thank you for Carol when she removed the helmet and latex hood. They showered then she put Bob to bed in his leather sleep sack, her sex on his face and in his nose, her piss on his breath, earplugs, eye tape and a pillow case over his head filled with a week’s worth of sweat and sex-filled panties.
Carol washed the latex suit and equipment. She hung up the suit and recharged the battery packs. Then she went to her office to study the manual for the next day of testing. Tomorrow will be focused on Bob’s brain function but for now he needs a good night’s rest.
The final summary
Bob and Carol have found the ultimate retirement hobbies. A few people understand a basic spice up the bedroom BDSM lifestyle but even fewer understand lifestyle chastity, Female Led Relationships, Dominant/submissive dynamics or sadism and masochism. Bob and Carol have an even rarer form of kinky play, a loving D/s dynamic centered around their mutual love for heavy bondage and life style chastity.
Bob has spent his life craving bondage. He has no clue why or how it happened. He has tried to ignore this urge but it was useless. He has overwhelmed prior relationships with his obsession for heavy bondage. He has absolutely no desire to dominate or control another person and certainly doesn’t have any real desire to tie someone up but he will if asked. In fact he can be a great service top if someone tells him exactly what they want.
He has absolutely no urge to be feminized or humiliated but he has a natural submissive nature to serve only one woman, Carol. Subconsciously these two were drawn to each other. They were unaware how perfectly matched they were. Bob hid his bondage cravings from Carol because he feared he might ruin what they had. For many years they built careers raised a family, enjoyed each other’s company and had a great sex life.
Carol is the first born in a large family. She grew up to be strong-willed, studious, athletic, competitive with an inventive engineering mind. She needs everything to be in order and everything in it’s place. She is very private but not shy. She is clear about what she wants and how she wants it done. She expects respect, absolute loyalty, admires inner strength and total devotion. This describes her own character.
Bob and Carol fit together perfectly because of their complimenting personalities and natures. They never realized where this match up might take them. Because Carol likes everything in it’s place and under her control, putting Bob in bondage made total sense to her. In addition, It was much more then liking control, it was a deep fetish.
Bob and Carol hid their cravings for decade after decade until they finally retired. This brings us back to chapter one.
The reason I write about this subject is that I assume there are other men exactly like me. I am like Bob and this is a fantasy based on a relationship I was in for ten amazing years. I feel for the guy out there tamping down a lifelong craving for bondage. In a lifelong search to find that perfect woman who would accept their submissive natures and their craving for bondage and lifestyle chastity play.
Scene BDSM is fun but lifestyle BDSM is life turned up to 11 (Spinal Tap). Behind all of the stress, pain, discomfort and suffering there is beauty. It is the opportunity for Bob to show off. Carol gets to witness the bending of a powerful strong-willed man to her will. She only needs to ask, point or desire a thing and Bob will endure it, achieve it, build it or destroy it.
The idea that submissive men are weak cowardly wimps is sometimes true but a man who willfully submits to a strong woman is a different thing. If she were physically stronger she could make him a slave but if she can’t and he submits willingly aligning all of his strengths and skills for her to access and control, that is a much different story.
Today there are no dragons to kill. A strong man can’t show off to his fair lady by killing one. Bob and Carol have found this on the field of bondage and chastity.
Consent may not be apparent by how things appear, but it is always there between Bob and Carol.
They are aligning their energy in one direction nothing is wasted on conflict. The bondage and chastity are a fetish for them both so it is key to their relationship. In other words, doing things to a person is much different and takes more energy than doing something with a person. Bob and Carol challenge each other to go even farther
Porn is boring but reading a well-written story can unleash the imagination. The debate about reality and fantasy is silly because if you think about it every story is a little bit fantasy. Sometimes things are described that are physically impossible or impractical, I have crossed that line at times. What I have been truthful about is the D/s dynamic between Bob and Carol because I have lived it.
Bob and Carol will live out their days exploring and living in the extremes. Bob in chastity, sometimes bondage and Carol will continue inventing new ways to test his devotion.
Picture an old couple you have seen in a grocery store or restaurant, and imagine he is locked in a chastity device and she has the key on a necklace. Then imagine later that night her tucking him away in a leather sleep sack fastened to the bed beside her. Years later Bob passes away and she has him buried in his chastity belt. Carol searches for a young couple to will their bondage gear to.
Carol spends her remaining years missing Bob and writing down their amazing love story.
In the year 2076 five handwritten volumes of her memoirs are discovered in a storage box at an antique auction. A man bought the entire box of random books and brought it home to his wife who was a book collector. His wife discovered the memoirs and spent the next several days reading them.
That Friday afternoon her husband came home from his last day of work because he had finally retired. His wife kissed him then looked him in the eyes and asked if he had any plans for his retirement hobbies? He shrugged his shoulders. She smiled and said I have a few ideas…
What power does a professional dominatrix have or does she have any real power at all?
one of the things that most appeals to me about the BDSM lifestyle is the exchange of power or rather the surrounding of power. But I’m curious as to how this applies to a professional Dominatrix. When I say professional what I’m referring to is women who have no real genuine interest in the lifestyle but whose sole purpose is to make as much money as possible. When they go to a fetish event of any time the only reason they are there is to tout for business. I have visited a number of professional Dommes over the years, some wonderful, some not so wonderful. But when you strip everything right down isn’t it really just a financial arrangement? The sub goes in, pays the fee, discusses his fantasies and fetishes. Then the session takes place, usually ending in him masturbating. It can be very enjoyable and can help to relieve stress. But the sub can choose to end the session at any time. He can choose never to visit that particular Domme again. The Domme might have the power during the session, and a lot of that is down to how good she is at her trade. But the overall power is really with the sub. I’d be interested in any opinions on this.
Answers:
Most of the pro Dommes I have met and known have real-life subs/slaves. They use the fact that people are willing and wanting to pay as a way to express their voice in their lifestyle. Yes, in the course of a paid session the “sub” gets to tell the dominant what they want but the way it is carried out still lies within the person who leads the scene. I am not sure I have ever met a pro-domme who is nilla. Also, in any kind of D/s relationship, he submissive holds a lot of power because if they are unwilling to surrender it just cannot happen. Unless of course someone could care less and do everything anyway. It all comes down to semantics in my opinion. Honestly,the pro Domme has a large role in the lifestyle and it is shitty that so many people give them a bad rap for getting paid to play. They couldn’t do it if people weren’t willing ya know
Yes, while I am sure that there is some small number of Pro Dommes who fit the OPs description, most Pro Dommes are into it! They could not work at it if they weren’t as they’d get too burnt out too quickly.
I get so TIRED of people thinking (unrealistically) that Pros are not REALLY dominant, or that we all allow guys to jerk off in a ssion.
I have been a pro for a great many years and I have always also participated in kink events. Many of us also do not allow the sub to jerk off, either…I really wonder where guys get their ideas about Pros, because there is a lot of bigotry within the scene.
I am proud to be a professional and good at what I do! The fact that I am good enough to have people pay me a lot of money for what I love doing is just icing on the kink cake!
A sub can stop a scene at any time with a pro domme or with a lifestyle domme. It’s called a safeword. As far as a woman being a pro domme just for the money, yes there are those who are into it more for the money than anything else but regardless of motivation she is still in the position to dominate him and he has made the decision to submit to her. Motivations do not have to be noble or romantic for d/s to occur. The arrangement is for a fetish scene and for a limited amount of time but this also occurs between nonprofessional dommes and subs. As far as whether or not the power exchange is real and has happened, only the ones in the scene can know that for sure and it isn’t for anyone else to say it’s real or not.
The way I operate…
I have a website clearly delineating what I do and don’t do.
Potential clients are then welcome to communicate to me which of my fetishes are likes and/or hard limits.
From that negotiation,I do what I want.
You make an excellent point that is often ignored when the question of what it means when a woman takes money for domination services arises – that even when no money is exchanged the motives are not always romantic.
I’ve had many approaches over the years from “do-me subs” who don’t offer anything (service or a relationship) because they want a scene for nothing.
Another point…We don’t all play with safewords.
palemoon2008: The power really lies with those who choose it.
In a scene where there’s a healthy balance. it lies with both in terms of the negotiation (both were involved in the negotiation where one happens).
While a sub may call en end to a scene, it’s really up to the dominant to decide whether or not to listen.
: )
You are exactly the kind of client I find a huge energy drain and consider merely “work”. You go in with that crappy attitude, and you deserve exactly what you get. There are some people who come into this without expectations of having every fantasy met or getting to jerk off. There are some people who get more out of this than a little stress relief. You not being that kind of person doesn’t diminish anyone else’s experience.
What we all do in this scene is power exchange. Nobody has more power than anyone else when it comes to stopping a scene. And wtf do you expect to happen outside a scene with a pro that our power begins and ends when the client says it does? Your scene with a pro is for a set amount of time. That’s part of the negotiation, and scene negotation happens with any BDSM interaction, regardless of financial involvement. Your choice to top from the bottom is what makes our jobs a pain in the ass on bad days and makes you an energy drain. We deal with clients like you because we have to make a living, but I can’t tell you how thankful I am that the majority of people we see have more respect for us and for themselves than you do.
Seems to me you (slavedoge) has a bad attitude about Pro-Dommes… I know a few of them and they are the most lovely ladies you will ever meet and No they do not show up at events to canvas for business… they show up like anyone else and that is to play and learn…
You are really starting to annoy me with all your stupid insipid questions and spiteful prejudicial ignorant comments such as this…
Perhaps you should get off the computer and get a real LIFE!!!!
It might be a good idea if some people read the post before attacking me. Because if they did they might realise that I’m not attacking all professional Dommes. In fact one of my closest friends is a professional Dominatrix. She is actively involved in the scene and is extremely good at her job. But there are a number who are basically just prostitutes who suddenly realized one day that there is a great deal of money to be made in professional domination. They believe that all they is a whip and some fetish wear and that this means that they are now a Dominatrix. How wrong they are. And I’m sorry but dominating somebody for money is vastly different to dominating them within the context of a relationship. You need to chill out. Can you not post an opinion without resorting to insults? Or did I hit a nerve? I never said I was right or wrong. Surely the whole point of having a discussion or bringing up a topic of any kind is so that we can have differing opinions on the subject. If I voice my opinions strongly, well thats because I have a brain.
Perhaps you should go back and re-read what you posted. I am not even a pro domme and I was offended by your generalizations. If you didn’t want the feed back perhaps you should have thought before you posted an inflammatory topic. Also the, “one of my closest friends is a pro” statement put red in my eye. It reminds me of people saying oh all my closest friends are “insert race, religion, blah blah here” Own your actions. You made a post from somewhere deep in your ass and now you have to deal with the backlash. If it is too much there is a delete key.
My ProDomme has all the power that I freely give to her. I’m sorry that someone has treated you so badly, that all your comments about them are negative. However, If you take a step back and read your statements objectively, you’ll see why so many are upset with them.
I’ve been seeing My Mistress for 8 Lovely years now. Our bond is strong and we have a very good relationship. I have cried on her shoulder and She mine. We call and Email just to say Hi. Mistress has attended classes with me, we went to the Fetish Ball together. I’m an electrican and have done electrical work on her home for her. I’ll be forever grateful for having met Her.
A submissive gives away their power to the Dommme or Dom of their choice. If their is no connection their is no pleasure.
If you’re going to fetish events and getting offended because the beautiful woman you’ve approached and told all your fetishes to has just handed you a business card, don’t blame her. If you’re going to all these fetish events so rarely that you’re surprised to learn who the pros are, don’t blame her. And if you’re not going to the community events, like munches, in your area to meet someone for a possible relationship, don’t blame the pros for your inability to attract a nonprofessional domme.
I know many pros – I’m one of them – who participate quite actively in their communities, including going to and hosting fetish events and play parties – but believe it or not, already have personal relationships and aren’t looking for more. You don’t know any of these women well enough to know if they have partners, and chances are you’re approaching people a couple of decades younger than yourself. Naturally, the only possible conclusion you’re able to draw is that the ones who hand you business cards must be fakes and mercenaries, just out to fool poor, hapless, utterly sincere guys like yourself.
Take a little responsibility for being involved in your community and getting to know people. Your pissy attitude about the people you approach and the interactions you have doesn’t add up to a universal truth about pro dommes.
Your negative attitude towards dominant women, pro or otherwise, keeps manifesting every time you post. You think you’re being provocative, but your posts are passive/aggressive, mean-spirited, ill-informed and non-constructive. I suspect that if you’ve had nothing but marginally gratifying RT interactions with dominant women and haven’t had an actual long-term relationship with one of us, the fault may not lie with us being less dominant than you think we should be, giving away too much power for filthy lucre, or any of the other negative attributes you repeatedly project onto us.
I agree with most of the Ladies’ comments. I would point out that I have seen some women who seem to be more interested in money than relationships, both in the vanilla and the scene world. They do exist. I also find those silly BDSM pornos offensive, where you can tell that the women involved are actually vanilla, and the costuming is all mismatched and folks who begin with being all butch and Domme suddenly are sucking a “sub’s” cock. Actually the greater media portrayal of the lifestyle is a topic I could rant on all day, so let’s get back on topic.
My point here is while I think @slavedoge is enjoying the inflammatory responses he’s gotten to this post, I am not denying that some women, just like some men, are bogus.
But none of the Ladies here today appear to meet that description.
you consistently post threads that you think are challenging and that you’re asking insightful questions, then always act surprised when people take offense, which happens just about every time. There’s a pattern there and your insistence that you love dominant women doesn’t fit with that pattern.
So. When you meet a pro, you think to yourself, _how can I leverage the exchange of money to manipulate this person?_ And with that question in your mind, you’ve come to the conclusion that the prodomme is not a true player, while you, of course, are.
I agree that in the relationship you describe, there is a lack of genuineness, but I would attribute that fakeness to a source other than the professional.
I’ve come across a few at the fetish event I go to on a regular basis. And it can be pretty soul destroying when a woman approaches you and acts as if she’s interested in getting to know you and then suddenly whips out her business card. I didnt mean to generalise and I do feel bad if I hurt yer feelings. I dont have a problem with pro dommes. Most of them are wonderful people. As I’m sure you are. You have a really beautiful face
Wow, a sub can only stop the session in a pro arrangement? Really? So hmm, I wonder what the lifestylers have been using safewords for all this time. And the sub can only choose to not serve a Domme again in a professional arrangement eh?! I’ll have to tell that to a few of My lifestyle friends. They’ll get a kick from this new info. I will also tell this to the next lifestyle slave I want…
“Hey sorry dude but you can’t use that safeword here. Only subs seeing ProDommes can stop a scene. Oh and My bad for not telling you but you have to serve Me until I don’t want you. Only guys seeing ProDommes can not come back”.
Please tell Me your next post isn’t about submission being a gift LOL. Oh and slavedoge, do us all a favor in your posts and stop generalizing.
I don’t think the op is against pro Dommes as s uch ( & I apologise if i misunderstand him also) but i are not opposed to pro Doms, as I have known a number of excellent Pro Doms & the one who got me into the scene so many years ago was one & a very good one.
I am unsure if what the Op means is, in a Pro Dom situation who really is in control, as the sub is paying a fee for a service to no doubt a very capable Domme, but he/she also has some control over what he or she wants because he /she is paying for it.
Now the Pro Dom may say yes I can do that or no i wont do that but I doubt if she will ever say you will do & take whatever i decide you need
Now if that was in a general D/s situation we may just call that topping form the bottom
Yet the sub is under her control, once parameters are set & yes the sub gets to enjoy it (even tho we are led to believe by the BDSM bible that we are only there for Mistress`s pleasure, where in fact it is for mutual pleasure)
So with all that in mind if i have understood the op’s question who does have the control that Pro Dom/client situation.
i apologize if that was not was meant & I am all for someone being a pro Dom if they so wish to & many are excellent Im sure, especially if they are also in the scene privately as a Domme & not just a sex worker, which there is a huge difference
no need to apologize for hurting my feelings; you haven’t. People say stupid stuff online every second of every day and me thinking it’s stupid isn’t cause to have hurt feelings. Don’t assign yourself the r you don’t have.
So you’re upset because someone was being pleasant to you but just wanted to give you a business card? Seriously? Salespeople are nice to me in all sorts of situations because that’s how you make a sale. People even try to sell me things at fetish events, believe it or not. Instead of getting all upset that they’re only being nice to me because they want to sell me something, though, then making posts online about how cheap and tawdry they were, toying with my affections by smiling all seductively then handing me a card, I smile and nod and take their card and decide they’re being good businesspeople. Then I consider networking with them because they know their market.
I also go to strip clubs, When a hot stripper comes up to me and it turns out she’s trying to sell me a lap dance and isn’t actually interested in me as a person and doesn’t want to date me, guess what I do? I give the nice lady some money and I sit there and smile and enjoy. And when some adorable thing at an S&M club comes up and is pleasant to me and nice and then I learn that she’s really hoping I’ll hire her, I don’t get upset about that, either. Taking every little thing personally and casting aspersions on the integrity of people who aren’t as interested in me as I am in them would be grossly immature.
Some business people have more integrity than others. You got burned by how many? One? Or maybe two hot women approached you and gave you their card? Therefore you base this whole rant that’s the subject of the thread on whether some pro dommes might be insincere? But the ones who argue with you here are clearly sincere, certainly some nice ladies, and real pretty too? I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to take that as a compliment, coming from you.
I agree with Saskia and several others here that your posts are misogynistic, ignorant, ridiculous generalizations that have little to no basis in fact.
What I want to know is this: If a sub wants a Domme to control him…and he pays her for it, does it make her any less “in control” of him because he wants it? NO! Does it make the bruises less “real” because he paid to have them administered? Does money being involved REALLY change anything that one might experience in a session? Not in MINE! Not in my Domme friends sessions either!
If you think you’re being misunderstood, you might ask yourself why ALL of the people reading this are taking offense. You are the common denominator! If it’s not your words WTF is it? YOUR post is the topic here, either own and back up your stupid sweeping statements or stop posting this kind of crap.
Whatever your motive, it just serves to make you appear to be a clueless asshole or a TROLL, and I am fairly certain that’s not your intention.
I do not play with safewords, I don’t do a lot of negotiating about the specifics of the scene, whether it’s a pro or personal session. I have them fill out a questionnaire asking about their activities and what their favorite things are and what their hard limits are. Sort of like “Yes” “No” Maybe list of things, then I create a session that I want to do based on what they have told me…that does not mean I cater to them!
I think that some self-reflection would be good for you. Maybe you could figure out why you have such a negative attitude towards women? I am sure that with the attitude you have, no women would want to hang out with you, kinky or not.
well,I am confused about what my face looks like having to do with this topic. I know a number of pro dommes who are amazing human beings. When we have been at events together I have never seen anyone whip out a card. Not even once. perhaps you have had a bad run with people who wont look at you unless you have money glued to every available surface of your body. As far as generalizations I spoke of here goes…
“When I say professional what I’m referring to is women who have no real genuine interest in the lifestyle but whose sole purpose is to make as much money as possible” there is one. To assume that every pro domme is courting your money and that lies their sole reason for being there.
I am sure that many of them really don’t care that much about you doll.
You claim to have a close friend who is a pro. Why don’t you ask her some questions about the topic instead of pissing random strangers off?
Try a little of that self-control yourself.
No shit, there’s a difference between a paid session and a relationship. The difference, however, is not the trite one you’re suggesting, with multiple milquetoast and meaningless caveats, which is that a pro domme has no power. There are different types of BDSM relationships all over, and a financial component is only one of many.
You really are a button pusher. You like making inane comments, then you backpedal, pretend innocence, blame everyone but yourself for their unfavorable reactions, and throw up your hands when it stops being fun.
Here’s a challenge for you: take some time to get to know people in your area. Volunteer for some things, in or out of the kink community. Think with your big head. I don’t know, maybe you grate on nerves in real life the way you do online, but put out a little energy for other people instead of finding ways to always talk about how everyone else (female) is the problem. You put out so much negative energy here, and it seems to keep you coming back for more, but there’s got to be some way for you to channel all that energy in a more constructive direction. It’d be good for you and a blessed relief for women here and maybe someone in real life would get something out of it, too.
“I can say whatever I like. you have no power over me.”
With your broad generalizations, and an attitude like that it seriously makes me wonder how you got to be a group moderator. Worse yet it genuinely worries me about the status of this group, especially since your a “male sub” looking for a “domme” and your going to post garbage like that to the female population of this group?
If you want to be thoughtful and insightful, or gain insight… try posting crap like this as a question, not like its some universal fact. You might find yourself getting actual responses instead of pages of flames because you come off as a chauvinistic jackass who doesn’t know his head from a hole in the ground.
Just my thoughts, take em or leave em… But sit and think about how you’re coming off to people, proofread what you post, and consider the response you’ll get with what your writing before you click on “say it!” (ie your “sarcastic” thread about women without a hint of sarcasm in it)
But I’m curious as to how this applies to a professional Dominatrix.((((? here)))))
When I say professional what I’m referring to is women who have no real genuine interest in the lifestyle but whose sole purpose is to make as much money as possible. (((you make it sound like pro dommes that don’t live the lifestyle aren’t interested in money?)))
When they go to a fetish event of any time the only reason they are there is to tout for business(((factual generalization, but then again you could apply that to the fetish shops but no one ever complains about them no do they?))).
I have visited a number of professional Dommes over the years, some wonderful, some not so wonderful. But when you strip everything right down isn’t it really just a financial arrangement?(((rhetorical question IE factual generalization))))
The sub goes in, pays the fee, discusses his fantasies and fetishes. Then the session takes place, usually ending in him masturbating.((((factual generalization, again dependant on the domme and contract))))
It can be very enjoyable and can help to relieve stress. But the sub can choose to end the session at any time.(((factual generalization, not always the case and depends on the contract)))
He can choose never to visit that particular Domme again. The Domme might have the power during the session, and a lot of that is down to how good she is at her trade. ((((factual generalization, she could really suck at the trade but your pretty powerless in fuzzy handcuffs and a gag no matter how you look at it))
But the overall power is really with the sub.((((factual generalization))))
I’d be interested in any opinions on this
just to end the topic. there is a vast difference between dominating somebody in a relationship and dominating somebody who is a fee-paying client. that was the gist of my topic ((((factual generalization again, unless that’s just a very poorly worded question as a response)))
Ok. I am going to hold my hands up here and admit that I made a judgment on a couple of bad experiences I had, which I now realize was wrong and more than a little ignorant. my bad completely. I shouldn’t have given the impression that I was judging all professional Dommes due to the hypocrisy of one or two. And before anyone beats on me for that last statement I was there so I can definitely make a judgment on that one.
it takes more strength to admit wrong when it’s the case than to defend yourself, and it’s a quality that is very sought after. The willow sways in the wind but the steadfast oak topples over. I’m not here to point out wrongs or bash opinions, merely hoping to expand the minds of others with thoughts and experiences, and hope they can hold their heads high with a smile and walk the high road with pride learning from their experiences. I understand where you’re coming from completely, and sympathize with you just to let you know. I’ve had more run-ins than I would care to think about with what i tend to refer to as “tribute queens.”
It’s a top/bottom relationship… simple as that, there is STILL the same power exchange, the same trust needed and the same respect and honor established before you play…
The only difference is time and depth of feeling in that relationship.
It’s casual play for money for those who are honorable. I am a professional dominant who is also part of the local BDSM scene.
Dragonfly
sits back and giggles uncontrollably at slavedoge…….. your name alone states that your brain thinks you’re a king…… your words however show that your brain and your mouth do not communicate.
smiles at the sexy Twisted One. yes, You are beautiful and no it does not have anythng to do with this thread but hey what can i say i love to look at You.
as most know I am a switch. I have been asked many times to go Pro but have yet to take that step. if I did take that step it would be for 2 reasons. 1. The Money (economy requires I can pay for the toys and space each scene is done in) 2. is for the thrill of helping someone and teach someone what a wonderful life this lifestyle can be.
the question is would I hand My card out at events Hell Yes I would. It only makes sense to advertise your business. Would I approach someone like you????? um NOPE. I would walk and talk and learn and if someone showed an interest in My services I would offer a card as a means of connection.
are there fakes out there YES. but tell me something slavedoge are there fakes in all aspects of life? I have seen them in almost every part of life I have encountered. guess I just find the fakes and flakes everywhere lol.
Blows a kiss to the Twisted One and waves a heart felt hello to A/all the O/others here as this grl is new to this forum.
This is the thread that never ends, it just goes on and on my firends. Somebody started posting it not knowing what it was and now it will go on and on forever just because this is the thread that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends. Somebody started posting it not knowing what it was and now it will go on and on forever just because this is the thread that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends. Somebody started posting it not knowing what it was and now it will go on and on forever just because this is the thread that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends.
Dated a guy labeled ‘slave’ that had been going to prodommes since the ’80s. He was useless to me. Yah, I was new and I ‘trained’ with her for about 4 hours. He had absolutely no tolerance, no patience, wanted served by his masochistic desires. That was his domme, his desires ONLY.
Now begs the question to me : what’s the difference between strippers serving men’s ‘desires’ and prodommes except for the fetishwear, the ‘skillz’ (some of em can even pole dance) and what about the money?
Ok, some men would say the strippers are just as financially dominating, but they’d never have one for a mate. That’s the diff when a prodomme is also life/style. But not by much. Each CAN have relationships outside their ‘professions’. We all do.
Some ‘professions’ are questionable. What about taxes? I have no idea. shrugs I’m not an “independent business Woman”. Hm, I wonder if there are grants for such things. It’s not like there’s a boss except the money and lust.
MissPlease – there are clients like the one you’ve described who are selfish, self-serving jerks who are incapable of being trained to be of any use long-term. There are also plenty of genuine submissives who see professionals, would love a 24/7 relationship and are as good as gold. There are some submissives who see pro dommes because their behavior is annoying and selfish enough that no lifestyle domme would accept them. They’re the kinds of guys that make my profession unpleasant. The genuine submissives are what make it worthwhile.
And taxes? Srsly? There are people in every profession who skip taxes. Why assume that professional dominants don’t, or that those who don’t are somehow more ethically deficient than anyone else who doesn’t pay taxes, or cheats on taxes? Nobody has the market cornered on financial irresponsibility.
Well,it just so happens that I am a Professional Domme. I am also one that feel that if you do not know the answer just ask.
Pro Dommes are in the business for certain reasons…never the same. I get questions from Dommes all the time who want to learn how to do what I do. Can everyone become a pro domme? I do not think so, but that is how I feel.
Hell Yes I am in it for the money and the natural high I get when a sub is behind me with all my purchases that he just spent thousands on. As I am sitting drinking Martini’s with my friends while my sub is within eye sight and rushes in to pay the bill when I motion. I have been in this busines since 1994 and 5 of my Financial Submissives have been in this relationship with me since day 1.
I now have 12 Financial Subs from all over the world.
When I first met with them, they had one chance to list all of the things that they were seeking in a D/S relationship. Do I give them what they want? Oh Hell No, why should I, just because they ask or request it from me? I am the one in charge and not them…they do exactly what I say or it costs them big time…that is the only thing I do that pleases them. Perhaps I should post pics of the Cars, Truck, Motor Cycle, Hundreds of Designer Shoes and clothing and the my bank statements for all to see.
Do I let these Subs Jack off in front of me? No, there is nothing sexual on my part and sex is not up for discussion with me. If they want to Jack Off or Fuck…they can go home to their wife or hire a prostitute because I am not the one. These Submissives are in it for the same reason I am. They like to give up that financial power and I like to take it from them.
Slavedoge, let me tell you and everyone else….this shit is not all that it is cracked up to be and I challenge anyone who says it is. It is very hard work, even though you don’t live in the same State or Country. There is still a ton of drama I have to put up with, I just charge for it.
I also attend a ton of fetish events. I go because I like meeting others in the community. Do I have a business card? Yes I do. But I am not pushing my services as a Professional Domme. I am out there pushing my line of fetish clothing.
As for Scenes? Those are free, it’s the headache I get from all the whining I charge for.
i should begin by saying I’m not a Prodomme(shoot, i don’t have a dominant bone in my body) nor have i ever sought out the services of a professional. We have befriended, and I have played with, people who dominate others professionally, who are also lifestyle Dominants or switches.
That said, i don’t think that Dominants who choose to make a profession out of D/s and power exchange should be vilified simply for their choice. Domination is a form of power, money is a form of power–paying to be Dominated is simply an exchange of power *wink.
In all seriousness, I don’t think blanket statements hold true, and this case is no different. One can’t make a blanket statement that Prodomination is a form of Service Topping in which the bottom is actually in control because s/he is paying and s/he is only willing to do X,Y, and Z activity. I think that might be true of some Prodommes, sure, but I think there are also probably many who approach it with an attitude that Domination means that service and play are about her wants and her desires. In fact,i have met many Prodommes and former Prodommes who adopt this attitude. In this situation,the payment operates as a form of consent, same as the lifestyle submissive gives the Dominant his or her verbal and emotional consent. It’s no different than a submissive who has a safeword–s/he too has the power to stop a scene.
And even, as in the case of Sir and my relationship, where a submissive does not have a safeword and therefore does not possess the power to stop scenes–it doesn’t mean that its nonconsensual. I consented to the relinquishing of power, and ultimately i have power over my own fate because even though my Sir has total control over every aspect of my life, I could still choose to leave the relationship if it were in my best interests to do so. i don’t see that as much different.
Also, I don’t think that a submissive who has paid for a Domination session, and who fills out a checklist of interests, desires, and limits is doing anything much different than a lifestyle submissive does when s/he “negotiates” with a Dominant or Top. In both cases it depends on the individual Dominant whether or not s/he is going to give the submissive exactly what s/he asked for, to give him/her some of what s/he asked for, or none of it. His or her reasons for doing so are still her own.
The problem that I see with ProDomination is not with the industry itself, but with the individuals who give it a bad name (same as in every industry)–individuals who engage in dangerous activities without really knowing what they’re doing, or who take financial advantage of their clients. i haven’t any idea if the industry is self-policing or if there exist certifications of quality or things like that to expose dangerous individuals–but it might not be a bad idea.
I walk in the house, intending on finding My Girl. It’s been a long day, and my back is killing me, and I’m looking to unwind.
I had called her earlier that afternoon on my way home for her instructions. I smile slightly as I see her open the bedroom door, dressed as I asked her to. Her black collar around her neck, her curly redhead hair down, falling over her shoulders and back, wearing a white gingham dress and barefoot.
She gives me a radiant smile, and I walk up to her as she kisses my cheek. “Did you have a good day Mistress?” She asks softly, lowering her eyes and taking off my coat.
“It was fine, very long. Prepare the bath for us, I’ll fix dinner for us afterward. Did you thaw the chicken?”
“Yes Mistress, just like you asked me to. What else are we having, if I may ask?”
I smirk. “Besides the chicken, mashed potatoes, carrots, and…peas.”
She makes a face but quickly hides it as she turns to prepare the bath. I know she detests peas, but they are a favorite of mine, and I’m not about to do without them since she doesn’t like them. I can feed her the carrots anyway. I watch her prepare the bath, and I stand and wait for her to prepare it all.
She turns to me, watching me expectantly. I give her a slight nod, and she starts to unbutton her dress. The thin fabric slides easily away, revealing her white bra and knickers. She smiles coyly at me as she folds her dress carefully, setting it on the counter, then sliding her underwear down her legs.
I’m getting rather impatient now since I know she’s teasing me, and I turn her around forcefully by her shoulders and unclasp her bra. She sighs as I drop it to the floor at our feet. She’s a neat freak, but I like pushing her buttons. She turns around and meets my eyes as she starts to undress me.
She starts off by unbuttoning my shirt, then she kneels down at my feet to take off my shoes. I smile slightly, seeing her there, and she looks up at me, her eyes lighting as she sees my smile.
She stands again, setting everything properly on the counter, the room is filling with steam now, and the bath is getting full. I motion for her to get in, and I pull off the rest of my clothing quickly and join her.
The water is perfectly warm, just how I like it. I pull her closer and she starts to wash me. I sigh as I start to relax and unwind after the long day. Soon enough, it is her turn, and I wash her long auburn curls first, then sliding the soap over her shoulders and breasts.
She sighs in contentment as I wash the rest of her, closing her eyes as she leans into me. “Thank you, Mistress.” I run a hand over her cheek as I tighten my grip around her waist. “Thank you, baby.”
We get out of the bath and I towel her dry. I pull the white gingham dress on over her, forgoing the bra and panties. She giggles as I slap her ass. “I think you forgot something Mistress.”
I smirk. “Did I? Why, I don’t think I did…go set the table.”
She leaves the bathroom, and I grab my black dressing robe, throwing it on and going to the kitchen. I prepare dinner, and she comes in the kitchen. “I’m done, Mistress.”
I smile. “Go to your place at the table and wait for me.” She nods and leaves. I take my time finishing everything, bringing out the food to see her kneeling by my chair at the head of the table.
I sit down, and I prepare our plate. I give her a quick nod, and she settles in my lap. I put a bit of chicken on my fork and give it to her, watching as it is taken into her mouth. She chews and swallows, smiling at me. “Thank you, Mistress. It tastes good.”
I smile back, taking a bite myself. We continue on this way until we’ve had our fill. Afterward, we go into the kitchen, and I watch her clean these dishes. I can’t help myself but hold her tightly from behind, kissing up and down her neck as she washes the dishes. She shivers in my arms as I tighten my hold on her, pressing her against the counter. “Mistress?” She whispers.
I breathe into her hair deeply, sliding my hands up and down her sides. “How was your day today?”
I feel her swallow hard as I slide my hands down to her things, lifting her skirt slowly. “F-fine. I had some work to do in the greenhouse…” She trails off as I slide the skirt up to her hips.
“Yes?” I say, biting her neck teasingly.
“A-and I talked with my A-aunts today…” Her breath hitches as I pinch her thigh. “Mistress…do you wish for me to…to finish the dishes?”
I pull her hands away from the soapy water, toweling them dry. She meets my eyes with a smile. I put her skirt back down, patting her ass and motioning towards the bedroom. She giggles, running towards it. I follow her leisurely, pleased to see she’s already kneeling by the side of the bed.
I go over to the closet. “Get undressed.” She takes off her dress as I select a few things for play. She is already naked and kneeling once more by the time I return, and I admire her pale skin and gorgeous breasts.
“Get on the bed.” She sits on the edge quickly, eyes lighting up as she sees the toys in my hand. I smile and set them on the bedside table. I pull the tie from my dressing robe completely, letting it fall open, and I see her eyeing the tie with a smile. I move towards her, finally kissing her on the lips. She sighs as she relaxes in my arms. I put more pressure against her lips, sliding my hands up and down her back.
Soon, she’s shuddering and gasping as I kiss and nibble up and down her neck. Her legs have fallen open slightly, and I know she’s wet.
“What do you want darling” I whisper into her ear, making her pant and close her eyes.
“Touch me. Please. I’m so wet for you.” She gasps.
I just smile, pushing her to lie on the bed fully, using my robe tie to tie her wrists together to the headboard. I clip her leash onto her collar, and she smiles beautifully up at me. I kiss her gently, then pull off the rest of my robe.
I get on top of her, savoring how warm her skin is against mine, I feel her arch up into me just slightly, tilting her head back with a slight whine. “You want me to touch you, darling? Where do you want me to touch you?” I tease her by sliding my fingers up and down her arms and chest, in between her breasts. “Here?” She bites her lip, looking at me imploringly. Her breath hitches as my fingers go lower, sliding over her smooth shaved skin down below. “Here?” I whisper, delighted at seeing her nod needing, her legs just spreading a bit farther, exposing her sex.
“Please Mistress…please touch me.” She begs, and I start to trace my finger lightly around her folds. She shifts her hips with a groan, and I slap her thigh. “Now, now, don’t be impatient,” I say sternly. “Or I won’t touch you at all if you’re a bad girl.”
She nods, inhaling sharply as I slide a finger into her. I close my eyes for a moment, concentration on the feel of the warm wetness that surrounds it, trembling slightly as I lick my lips. She groans as I slip my digit into her channel. I move in and out slowly, teasingly, watching her face as it slowly starts to flush. I add another finger, moving a bit harder, putting a bit of force into it.
“Please…harder…faster, Mistress.” She groans, tugging slightly at the tie around her wrists. Her breasts are heaving now, and I take one of her nipples into my mouth as I start to move into her roughly. “Yes! Yes…fuck me, Mistress! I want you…I need you so bad…” She cries out, fucking herself against my fingers, moving her hips. I add another finger, making her inhale slightly, pausing the movement in her hips. I bite down hard on her nipple, making her cry out, moving her hips faster. I start to bite the skin around her breasts, down her stomach, leaving red teeth marks behind.
I move back up to pull on the leash, making her sit up slightly, harshly kissing her. She whimpers as I slip my tongue between her lips, our tounges meet, sliding against each other. I fuck her harder as I pull away, adding a fourth finger. I lick my lips as I press my thumb into her other hole, and she stiffens and gasps, eyes wide. I lean over and grab the vibrator, thrusting it into her ass, making her eyes roll to the back of her head as I turn it on. “Fuck!”
I move my fingers and the vibrator at the same time, she’s begging to cum now, but I wont let her, not until I know she’s at the edge. I’m close myself, but I’ve got plans for that later. I take my hand off the vibrator, leaving it there for now as I grab the leash once more, snapping it against her thighs, leaving a pink mark in its wake. Her legs convulse as she cries out. “Yes! Hurt me please!”
“Yes darling, you’re a little pain slut, aren’t you?” I growl, enjoying the satisfying snap as I strike her skin once more, crisscrossing the other mark. She arches her back, I go back to two fingers as I pump in and out of her, making her move up and down from the pressure, watching her breasts bounce and her arms tugging at the tie around her wrists, knowing she wants to touch me too…
“Please…please let me cum…” She begs finally, tears slipping out of her eyes. I kiss them away, licking my lips at the saltiness, then kissing her cheek. “You may cum.” I whisper into her ear, my lips tracing her earlobe.
And she does. Her cum shoots out onto my thighs as she cries out, making me groan and rub against her, reveling in her wetness, taking my fingers out of her and rubbing my own wet sex against her thigh. “Such a good girl, My Girl…” I whisper, moving my hands quickly to untie her wrists and turn off the vibrator, taking it out.
I pull her close, kissing her heavily as I am still rubbing against her, flipping us over so that she’s on top of me. “Get down there,” I growled, yanking her by the hair. She moves down, getting in between my legs, still trembling from her own orgasm. I set myself up on some pillows as I watch her start to lick my hips, stomach, and thighs, cleaning her cum from me. I twine her hair around my hands, my fingers running through her scalp as I pull her down to meet my sex. I groan as she works her tongue inside me, and I push her head a little harder. Her fingers tighten their grip on my thighs as our eyes meet. I smirk, tugging slightly on her hair.
She works me over quickly, I couldn’t last too much longer, and I cum into her mouth and face. I pull her up quickly to kiss her hard, tasting ourselves on each other’s tongues. She sighs as I wrap my arms around her tightly when we catch our breath. Our eyes meet, and I kiss her forehead, her cheekbones, her eyelids, and finally her lips gently. “I love you, My Girl,” I whisper, holding her tight.
Tears are still in her eyes as she holds me just as tightly back. “I love you, Mistress.”
I am trying to figure out ideas to rile up my boyfriend without it being sexual (i.e. sex or hand jobs). He likes to be teased and humiliated. Although it should be noted that I am a plain sort of person and am not into things like having him walk around in female underwear as humiliation.
I just want to gratify his submissiveness and keep him on a sexual edge. What’s the best way to give him the chastity thrill without having to engage in sexual activity?
Some objectification might also be good for you. Have him get on all fours or back or tummy and act as your footstool or have him lie on the couch and then sit on him as you read, watch TV, whatever. Non-sexual but still gives you some contact and a connection, and, unless you forbid it or blindfold or hood him, he can still look at you.
Tie him to the bed, spread eagle. Then go through Your closet trying on everything You own. What You’re doing is cleaning out Your closet and getting rid of things that either no longer fit, or you don’t like anymore. But he has to lay there watching, maybe gagged, as You talk to him about how slutty this makes you look, or this is more a Mom look and You don’t like it. Hell stick an adult toy in his mouth and have him hold it there while You to through more clothing. Try cleaning out the dresser as well. Get rid of those things where the elastic has to warn down and they really need to be removed. Or You can put them in a special place for him to wear if he is a good boy and You order him to put them on.
A good tickle and sensation play. It is very erotic to go over her body with feathers, vampire gloves, sand grit, hairbrush, or smooth stones (anything your body isn’t used to touch)and then nothing sexual after. You get tons of enjoyment and he gets tons of frustration…
Make him be naked at home for a period of time or while doing chores all while not allowing him or preventing him from touching himself in any way – either by order or even tie his hands.
Take him out to the back yard to get a tan. Put in writing on his back with suntan lotion, “I’m a chaste man” or “I’m locked in a cage forever!” maybe “I love to suck cock!” and let him tan. Don’t burn him, we don’t want a baby needing attention from a sunburn. Then have him work in the back yard some time with his shirt off, and warn him about going to do the front yard that way. You can always use the issue of forcing him to take his shirt off anywhere he acts up. He will never know if it disappeared if You put it on his back. Even at a family event if he doesn’t act properly.
Have him watch something erotic with hands at his side only or bound. To be more attentive to you he could massage your feet, have him wash you while you shower, but he is blindfolded.
Read an erotic story to you. Go with it and start masturbating while he has to concentrate and never lose his place or train of thought.
Have him clean the bathtub
foot rubs are good. You get to be up on the couch, watching TV or simply ignoring him and he gets to lotion up your feet and massage them as he’s kneeling on the ground. He gets to touch your feet (which every boy loves) and he’s also down on the ground below you which is just one of those subconscious things that always get ME going, at least.
Let me paint your toenails
Keep him wearing a buttplug, Send him to work with one and make him wear a big one at home and when you go out together. It’s a way of reminding him he’s being fucked all day long.
Order him to touch you anytime you bend over to pick things up.
Have him make you a romantic dinner at home. Candles, best plates, and an outstanding grouping of food that is clearly adult candy to eat. Have him cook and serve you naked. As You recline in a chair watching him cook. Have a discussion on what this is going to be for both of you as he cooks. When he serves you have him do it like a waiter. Except this time You can touch this waiter, squeeze his balls, or swat his ass, maybe even pinching his nipples. You can even have a conversation of a very sensual nature while he is waiting to hear Your order of how much of the different food types you want. Have him sing a romantic song as You eat dinner. Or You could have him sit next to you, across from the table from you, or even kneel on the floor with a pillow under his knees. Maybe put on some of your fav music, and have him dance like a go go girl while You eat Your dinner. After picking up Your dinner he can eat his in front of You as You have Your glass of wine at the end of dinner.
The memory haunted him, coming back at the least appropriate moments. He kept seeing the tight stretching of spandex across her nipples, the stains, the smell of her all mixed up, and mingled with the way she had treated him. Just thinking about it made him hard. He knew that she was right about him. He was a liar and a cheat, whore bait. His desire and need for punishment grew.
Days and weeks passed. He caught himself staring after women on the street, trying to find her. His wife noticed his pre-occupation and grew bitchy and mean. What little sex life they had ended. With every infraction, he felt worse. He began making an effort to show his wife more attention, more care. She grew more suspicious, seeing his efforts as evidence of a guilty conscious. And, she was right too. He felt trapped. He didn’t argue when divorce papers were served, didn’t fight over the unbalanced settlement which left him in a small apartment alone but finally free. He knew he had never deserved his wife, a part of him had never been there for her.
Months passed with the need growing until he could resist it no longer. He drove down into the land of darkness and shadows to find her. The streets were alive with the nightcrawlers, street people, coke heads, and the walking dead. He drove deeper until he was within the grim handiwork of industrial buildings surrounded in razor wire and decorated with gang graphics. His presence in the seedy underworld frightened and shamed him. It’s a suggestion of sudden violence and raw danger intrigued and terrified. But in its heart, he knew that she reigned. He turned the final corner and pulled his car to the curb.
Garbage and debris blew about in tiny gusts. He could not see anyone but felt the presence of watching eyes when he got out and locked his car. It was risking everything to be caught in such a place, but he couldn’t turn back. He walked over to the door his palms sweaty, knees weak, pulse racing.
There was a small buzzer box instead of a doorbell. He pressed it and waited. It was at that moment that he realized she might not be there. Or worse, she might be with someone else. He flushed. Half turning to go when the doorlock popped.
He waited then made the choice, no voice had invited him inside, but he had to go. He pulled open the heavy door and entered the dark space. The door banged shut behind him. He walked forward to the second door only to find that it was locked. He waited. Nothing happened. Deciding he had made a mistake he turned back to the outer door only to discover it was now locked too. Trapped.
“Hello?” His voice echoed hollowly in the untidy space. He frowned.
Silence answered him. He began to grow more and more frustrated.
“Hello. Remember me? I need to see you!” His voice was too loud and he hated the sound of desperation which had crept in.
“Strip Pig!” The voice blared from unseen speakers.
He cowered. After nearly a minute he began to strip. There was nowhere clean to place his clothing so he stood naked holding the small pile in his arms. This was not at all what he wanted.
“Pigs don’t have clothing. Get rid of them.” The too-loud metallic voice punished him again. He raced to place the pile in the cleanest spot.
“On your knees and show me your worthless offering!” The order plunged him to his knees on the filthy floor.
“Please. I need to see you! I left my wife, she was too good for me. You were right, I am scum. She got the house, the kids. Please…” The cold air against his naked skin made him tremble. He shifted uncomfortably.
“Show me your offering SCUM!” The voice grew harsher, more terrible.
He lifted his semi-hard cock into his hands, holding it, offering it. He heard laughter.
“You pitiful worm, such a humiliating little cock you have. You will pay double just to be allowed the priviledge of licking filth from my shoes.” Her laughter made him cringe.
“There is a slot in the wall. Place money into the slot until I tell you to stop.” There was no negotiating with the voice. His only alternative to obeying was to leave. He frowned but scurried to his pants to pull out his wallet. He folded bill after bill and shoved them through the slot. His need increasing to desperate levels as his wallet emptied quickly.
“Please…please! I must see you!” He began to beg as more money disappeared into the slot.
“On the floor Pig. On your belly.” He tossed away the nearly empty wallet and got down onto the floor on his belly as ordered.
“Crawl to the door and clean the floor with your disgusting body as you do.” He began to crawl, pushing dirt and debris ahead of him into a pile. He was a filthy disgusting pig. When he reached the door he was panting, sweaty, the dirt sticking to his skin.
The door lock clicked open. He lifted his head. The door opened. The sight of her almost made him cum. She seemed even taller from his position of abasement at her feet. Black spandex stretched tightly across every curve and arch. A double chain belt connected by ornamental handcuffs dangled from her waist. Her hair rose off her face big and full looking more like a lioness mane with shadings of red mixed into the gold. Long garish earrings brushed the tops of her shoulders. Her lips were full and deep red, eyelashes heavily layered in black mascara, shades of gray layering upward to perfectly arched brows.
“Eyes down animal!” Her voice drove his face into the floor.
She reached over to a coat rack mounted on the wall and pulled down a very wide spiked metal dog Collar. She leaned down and wrapped the collar tightly around his neck. When it was secure she attached a cheap metal leash to it. Without comment, she turned and with a harsh tug made him crawl behind her on his belly still pushing the pile of filth in front of him.
The sight and smell of her so close were tormenting. He kept sneaking glances up at her ass swaying above him. He longed to worship her darkest recesses, be forced to service her in utter humiliation. The imagery kept his cock partially hard which was painful dragging along the floor. He moaned and grunted but was too afraid of being dismissed by her to complain.
She led him past the area he remembered into a second room which was completely empty except for a ring on the floor. He crawled toward it his anxiety growing with every step. When she reached the ring she pressed his face into the floor using her high-heeled shoe against his neck. Without comment or discussion, she connected the ring directly to his collar.
“Get your ass in the air, knees together.” He forced his ass up, trembling. She unhooked the leash and looped it around his knees, it tightened painfully. Then she attached the open end to the same ring. He could not lift his face from the floor and the position held his ass high and his knees tightly together.
“What are you?” Her voice whipped. The smell of her and the slight touches of spandex against his skin hardened his cock further.
“I am a man…” His answer dwindled.
“Are you? A man isn’t collared is he?” She laughed.
He squirmed. “No…no.” He tried to remember how she had made him crawl. She was right, men didn’t wear dog collars. Men didn’t crawl through the filth.
“You will call me Mistress Lust. You will beg to live in my garbage. Beg to wear that collar about your neck. Beg to scream for my pleasure. You will come to this place 3 times each week and eagerly beg to pay to be in my presence. In this place, you are nothing, a worthless sewer rat, hypocrite, slut, without honor, unworthy of fucking a chicken. You will learn to jump on command and beg to be allowed to shoot your worthless seed. Your body is not yours and will be punished and used in any way that brings me pleasure. If you are ever late upon arriving or fail to obey you will be caged and punished, reduced and humiliated until you will beg to lick my toilet clean. Every waking moment of your life will be filled solely with how you can please me.” Her words terrified him almost beyond reason. A part of him still told him that she was just a common whore but it didn’t matter, he couldn’t escape her power.
“Do you agree to this animal? If you don’t you may run away now, find some rubber toy to fuck your little cock into but you will never be allowed to return here.” It was an ultimatum. He cringed against the collar if he accepted he knew he would never be able to go back. He would be used, humiliated, shamed. After his experience with her the first time he had begun to explore the darker side, the perversions, trying to understand his terrible need. From what little he had learned he knew she had offered him no limits, no choices, no safety. He should leave. Should find someone safe. But it was Her. There was nowhere to run from her in his mind. He was long ago lost to Her.
His voice was shaky when he answered. “I agree… Mistress Lust!”
She walked away from him, then returned with a black hood. She forced it down over his head. It was made of spandex, it stretched and tightened across his nose, his mouth in the only opening. He felt his body spasm. How had she known his obsession?
Something narrow and hard probed at the opening to his ass. He moaned, trying to evade it. It pushed inside of him, the first thing to ever enter him there. He froze, afraid. After a moment the narrow probe withdrew.
“Open your mouth animal.” He instantly obeyed.
“Clean my cane!” The order horrified him. He could smell the odor, knew where it had been, knew what she demanded of him.
“Now!” The cane pressed against his resisting lips. He began to pant but forced his mouth to open.
“Lick, clean, suck!” Her voice grew more firm. Tears filled his eyes, his lips closed over the dirtied tip. It was the ultimate humiliation he had ever experienced. To his shock he felt his cock start to throb. He felt the remainder of his manhood slipping away, this was his place, at her feet. He knew she had every right to use him so. He knew that he adored her because she WOULD use him so. Never let him get away with his nastiness. He began to willingly suck, every molecule in his body focused on pleasing her.
Tarnished Goddess
He cruised down the boulevard slowly, his eyes alert for just the right one. His car wove among the lights and shadows of yellow-orange garish street lights. Too bright neon signs flashed and trashed with their promise of titillation and obscure pleasures of the flesh. The homeless shuffled along, eyes too sharp in the ever-hopeful anticipation of a target, a mark for the drinking of. The street corners were ripe with activity and he slowed eagerly, scanning the high heeled, miniskirted denizens of the dark for just the right one…
They flowed toward his car like a tide of cheap trinkets. Their clothes too tight, eyes too brittle. He looked and rejected. Too short, too tall, too skinny, too fat, too much hair, too many tattoo’s. He sighed, returning his attention to the boulevard again. Behind he could see them flipping him off, he shrugged.
The next corner beckoned with its promise. He slowed again. One of the more aggressive stepped in front of his car bringing him to a halt. Even at that distance, he could see the unmistakable tracks on her arms, the telltale hollowness of addicted need in her desperate eyes. He waved for her to move. Another tapped on the passenger window. He frowned, she wasn’t right either.
He forced his car away without bothering to stop. He passed the next corner and the next before his eyes caught at a tall woman striding along the sidewalk. Her walk was pure attitude, that fuck you walk that parted the throngs of people that haunted the streets at night. He watched her for almost a minute, riveted by the nasty aggressive presence she exuded. At the next available spot, he pulled to the curb. Several females swarmed his car. A mark.
He shook his head and pointed at the woman just coming abreast of him. One of the females said something to her before turning away to seek her money elsewhere. She approached slowly, the remaining women scattering before her. For a long moment, she stood before slowly leaning down to rest her forearms on the window rest. In one hand she dangled a cigarette, impossibly housed in one of those old fashioned holders. He eyed it uneasily.
“John, Joe, Asshole… Are you a police officer, or involved in any ongoing investigation or sting to which your attention to me is for the utilization of information or to implicate me in any crime of any kind, shape or form?” She assaulted him with her voice before flicking ashes onto the seat. He stared at the shiny spandex stretched tightly across her tits, arms barren of track marks.
“No.” He shook his head.
Her eyes were that turquoise blue shade of cheap contact lenses. Blonde hair that didn’t move in the night air tufted high atop an overly done face. Every detail had been carefully exaggerated. Nothing could hide the lethality of her eyes. He knew instantly that she was the one.
She took another long drag. Then without further comment, she pulled open the door and climbed inside. The outfit she wore was in two pieces, leggings slippery and tight, halter with gapped lacings to offer glimpses of the flesh beneath. On her feet were clear acrylic platform pumps which buckled garishly at the ankles. He grinned.
“Drive. I don’t do no in-car blows.” Her voice whipped across him, no attempt to seduce him at all.
He drove for several blocks, following her offhand directions. She would engage in no further conversation. He finally pulled up to the curb of a rundown warehouse. She climbed out of the car without comment and walked toward a battered, graffiti written metal door. She pulled out a key and opened the deadbolt. Without comment, she led him into the darkness of a narrow hall.
“Don’t even think about hurting my asshole, I got this place wired and if you wanna lose a permanent hunk of your cock, you just do anything weird and see how fast I make you scream.” She shoved open an inner door which opened upon the inside of the large space.
He looked around uncertainly. That it was a living space he could easily see. However, the view was limited by screens which allowed him only to see a sheet-covered mattress lying on a platform and two chairs. She turned and faced him.
“5 bills for around the world, 3 for rock and roll, 1 for off the lizard. Extra for kink.” She turned and tossed her tiny bag onto one of the chairs. “In advance, in cash.”
He nodded and pulled out a hundred. She took the bill and walked over to shove it into a small slot in the wall where it disappeared from view. He waited nervously, his eyes lingering on her appearance.
She turned and stared at him for a long moment. Then she got out another cigarette and slid it into her holder. It was a wicked sight, the smoke curling up to veil her eyes slightly. She seemed to make a decision.
Her movement toward him was stern, he swallowed. With the heels, she stood level or even taller than he was. He waited for her to indicate how she wanted things done. She halted perhaps two feet in front of him.
“Strip!” Her voice snapped, the cigarette flickered.
He almost drowned but did begin to remove his pants. She watched, her toe-tapping restlessly. They dropped around his knees.
“All the way!” Her eyes narrowed. He pulled them free to stand naked from the waist down, wearing only socks and shoes. She shook her head. He frowned, very slowly he removed his shirt, socks, and shoes. She looked at him from head to toe.
Reaching down she lifted his semi-soft cock in her hand. Almost negligently she tapped the ashes off her cigarette so that they fell across his flesh. He flinched although the ashes were not more than warm where they touched him. Her long painted fingernails plucked at the skin of his cock sending shivers throughout his body.
“Pitiful penis!” There was mockery in her voice. The disdain in her tones. He squirmed but didn’t pull away from her touch.
“On your knees you disgusting worm.” Her voice rose.
He hesitated before dropping to his knees on the dirty floor. It left him at her crotch level. He could see stains on the spandex, smell her rich odors. She toed his bouncing cock with her shoe.
“Get your hands behind your back scumbag and worship the Goddess!”
He stuck his hands behind his back then hesitated. What did it mean to worship the Goddess? A hand in his hair drove his face to her street dirtied shoes.
“You aren’t fit to lick my shoes you little wormy pig.” The pressure against his neck increased until his mouth was against the plastic.
“Get busy.”
He flushed, then opened his mouth to lick the filthy shoe. It tasted awful, smelly garbage smells and tastes. He stopped wondering what the hell he was doing. Her hand-knotted in his hair reminded him.
“I said to get busy cleaning the Goddess’s shoes you pitiful whore bait!” Every word was a slap. He knew either he accepted what she was wanting to do or he left. He felt the hardness of his own cock and knew that he wanted exactly what she was doing. He lowered his mouth to clean her shoes, licking and sucking until they are shown as bright and shiny as her spandex did.
“Much better!” She grabbed him by the hair and forced him over onto his back. “So, you thought yourself worthy of tasting even me, the least of the Goddess’s?” Her laughter mocked him further.
She forced his head back, then lowered herself to sit on top his face. He was smothered in the ripeness of her scent and the mixed and mingled scents of others. He knew his own disgust and repugnance. She rubbed the scents across his face through the fabric. Marking him as the usage toy of a female. He moaned. She settled pressing the moist fabric of her spandex catsuit crotch down over his nose and mouth. You will lick and suck the cloth and beg to come.
He felt the fabric straining across his mouth and nose like a mask so very tight and hard to breathe through. He opened his mouth and sucked as hard as he could feel her long sharp fingernails plucking at his exposed nipples. She began to grind her crotch into his face painfully her hands moving down his body to his rock hard cock.
Using just her fingernails she lifted his cock to meticulously pinch every millimeter of skin. He writhed and groaned under the torture feeling the moisture of her pussy beginning to seep through the seams as she grew excited by what she was doing to him.
“You come seeking some worthless slut to service your pitiful urges, someone to hit and bleed while you drive off to your wife and kids and fake ass religious promises. Pond scum.” Her fingers twisted his cock. He screamed into her crotch. She became more excited and the pressure intensified making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
He could feel his need to come building with every sarcastic word she uttered. Every profanity and the demeaning thing she said. He was pond scum, lying to his wife and church. He wanted and needed to be punished and used by as she said a ‘Tarnished Goddess’. Even the lowest of females was miles above him.
He began to beg and plead for her to allow him to come. His body humping and grinding in the filth of the floor. She took one hand and twisted a nipple harder and harder while telling him to buck and fuck like the worthless animal he was. He obeyed helplessly until he was thrusting with every ounce of strength in his body. His screams of need filled the seepage stained spandex stretched taut across his mouth.
“Cum you garbage licking fuck face!” The words burst through him. His cum squirted and splattered to coat his stomach, legs and even the floor beside him. He grimaced at the painful contortions, the combination exquisite. When he had finished she rose from her position to press her shoe into the slimy mess he had left. Then she forced his mouth open with her fingers and made him lick and clean the disgusting mess from every inch of her shoes.
When she was finally satisfied she ordered him to his feet in dismissal. He trembled when putting on his clothes, knowing she had not given him permission to clean himself. She sat in one of the chairs and watched him impassively. When he was fully dressed he knelt before her, pulled out his wallet and offered her another hundred. She laughed softly before tucking the bill into the crevice between her tits.
In spite of her title, Mistress Kim never really felt all that dominant. Others seemed to find her to be a natural leader and followed her easily, especially subbie males who seemed to always be attracted to her. But she really didn’t identify with the BDSM culture and only played at it like a game. She was actually more of a sadist who enjoyed causing discomfort and even pain to others. So when her husband had hinted about chastity play she didn’t really care for the idea at first, thinking of it as a D/s or cuckold thing. And she was a very sexual creature and didn’t want to deprive herself of any pleasure and felt that locking up the only cock available to her would do just that. But over time she came to think of some of the positive aspects of a partner in short term chastity, primarily that he would be more attentive to her needs and eager to please with the hope of being released. And if it made him squirmy and a little uncomfortable that would appeal to her sadistic side as well. So she bought a metal chastity cage on a whim and kept it in a drawer while she considered whether to act on it.
CHASTITY DISCOVERY SET – LOCKED IN STEEL
One random morning she made her decision and that evening gave the proclamation to her partner when they were getting into bed: “You are going to wear a chastity cage for a period of one week starting tonight. And since you will be unable to fuck, you will worship my pussy with your tongue and fingers and be responsible for bringing me to orgasm as often as I like and in any manner that I choose. You will not have the opportunity to touch yourself nor will I touch that greedy cock of yours during this time and you will certainly not be allowed to orgasm. There will be other rules and expectations and failure to comply in an agreeable manner will result in the time period being extended. But if you are especially good and compliant I might cut the week short.”
Her matter of fact tone left him no room for questioning her announcement and she wondered at first if she had pushed him too far but she heard his sharp little intake of air and she could see by his growing erection that she had hit just the right nerve. In a lightning-quick move she slapped the head of his cock with her open palm and his erection immediately subsided. “That’s better,” she said. “You need to be soft for this.”
And with that she presented the shiny stainless cage to him, complete with a lock and key. “Put this on,” she said. After a second of hesitation, she added sternly “NOW!!”
He quickly took the cage and fumbled briefly with the lock before getting it open and disengaging the cage from the backing ring. He laid the cage on the bed as he opened the ring and wrapped it around his balls and cock, careful not to pinch his skin in the hinge. The ring was cold on his skin but it was nothing compared to the chill he got as he pulled the cage over his cock and up to align with the clasp. He reached for the lock but she beat him to it and deftly clicked it in place and took the key. She placed the key on a chain which she hung around her neck. “The key will be in my possession this week and there is only one. If I learn that you have tampered with the lock in any way or tried to remove the cage I will extend your time in chastity.”
He was now breathing hard and was visibly nervous but he again started to regain his erection so she was sure that she was hitting all the right buttons. “I wouldn’t recommend getting hard with that thing on either,” she laughed.
Pulling off her clothes she noticed him watching her intently. “Come start your week by showing my pussy how much you appreciate the trouble I have gone to and the attention I am giving you” she said.
He wasted no time with the usual kissing and fondling and instead moved his mouth directly to her waiting pussy. He drank up her sweet scent and started right to work with his tongue on her clit. She had helped him develop his skills and was pleased as usual with his performance. The sexual tension built quickly for her. She felt the heat energy start in her thighs and move up to her groin and then radiate out all over her body and in minutes she was writhing in a powerful orgasm that shook her to the core.
“Ah yes. Nicely done chastity boy” she purred. “And much nicer to not have to worry about your greedy cock tonight. Don’t you agree? Now go to sleep.” She kissed him, rolled onto her side away from him and closed her eyes, listening to his rapid breathing and pleased with herself for the squirmy and uncomfortable feelings he was feeling. She noted that it took him much longer than usual to get settled as he rolled side to side looking for a position that allowed him to sleep.
She woke the next morning to a delicious back rub and lay enjoying it for several minutes. Without her having to say a word he began kissing down her back and to her ass. She moaned with pleasure as his tongue made its way between her cheeks and to her rosebud. He expertly licked all around and lapped at her, his fingers moving up to gently probe and caress as well. “Mmmmmmmmm, this week is starting out even better than I’d hoped,” she murmured. He worked diligently with his tongue and moved one hand around to massage her clit, keeping the other hand working with his tongue. Once again he brought her to a powerful orgasm. She rolled over to thank him and noticed his obvious discomfort. “Awww, are you getting hard in your cage chastity boy?” she teased. “I think you need to devote more of your attention to getting me off and less to that selfish chunk of meat of yours. it will only take one week for you to learn that lesson.”
For two more days and nights, he gave her incredible oral-service and orgasms but she was really beginning to miss his cock penetrating her. So for a twist on the fourth night, she told him that she wanted to fuck. He was obviously excited and gave a big sigh as she led him to the bedroom. There lay her strap on harness and dildo which she used to peg him. He picked it up and held it out for her to step into but she said “Oh no chastity boy, that’s for you to wear to fuck me. If I were to fuck you it would bring you pleasure and this week is ALL about me! Well, don’t you want to fuck me? Quickly now before I change my mind.”
He put on the harness and had a difficult time getting it to work around the cage which held his cramped and sore cock which was still at half mast. But once he had the dildo in a place she laid back and spread her silky legs, opening herself up to him. He carefully placed the tip of the dildo on her lips and rubbed it around gently to pick up her moisture. He found her to be soaking wet and the toy slid easily into her waiting pussy. He worked it as he would his own cock but she was insatiable and demanded that he pump faster and harder and kept him going much longer than his stamina would normally allow. When she finally came they both fell back exhausted on the bed.
WORM 16.5” | 42CM
“There now. Isn’t it great to make love when you are focused only on me?”
He reluctantly agreed and then seemed to consider it a moment before saying “Yes, yes it was better. I love giving you pleasure.”
“You’re not thinking or your own orgasm? Not aching for release?”
“Well yes,” he admitted. “I do want so much to be released and allowed to cum'”
Even though he still wanted to be released he was progressing quite nicely, she thought to herself as she closed her eyes.
The next evening after dinner Kim was surprised when he sat at on the floor next to her chair, produced a tube of her favorite lotion and began to massage her feet and calves for what seemed hours. He was so focused on the task that she was tempted to release him early.
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
“About how horny I am,” was his reply.
So he was still not quite ready but the promise of chastity was definitely still paying off for her.
He spent 40 minutes that night making love to her with just his mouth and hands and it was glorious. She was feeling like royalty with all of the attention he was giving her. Was it just to get an early release or was he really devoting his attention to her? It was now day 5 with only 2 days to go and though he seemed to be doing better each day she was not sure the goal would be reached in time.
On day 7 they retired to the bedroom after a long day and she could sense the anticipation and nervous energy in him. She took the key from the chain around her neck and asked “Well, it’s day 7 and you have been very good this week chastity boy. Better than I had even hoped. Do you think you have earned your release?”
“Oh yes ma’am. I do!” he said emphatically.
“What is the first thing you want to do when I take off the lock?” she inquired.
“I am about to explode and want to cum SOOOO badly,” he replied before he even thought.
“Oh, bad answer my Love. You should have at least been concerned that I might want to make use of your cock and not what it would mean for you. I’m afraid that you are still not ready for release.” She put the key and chain back around her neck and then kissed him. He was shuddering in her hands but his cock straining against his cage told her that he was loving every minute of the situation.
“Okay chastity boy, week two starts now with your tongue on my pussy” she commanded.
As I sit there on the lounge watching TV just like most nights in our house, thinking that I will be going to bed soon when the episode of NCIS is finished. My partner walks over to me and tells me to go have a shower and put my cage on. I look at her with a bit of gaze until she grabs my dick and squeezes hard.
“Are you deaf? I said go and put the cage on!” she repeats
I get up and rush to the bathroom as my mind starts thinking about what lays ahead. After having a quick shower I get out and put on my chastity cage. As I walk out of the bathroom, I am met by a partner who is now in Mistress mode. Mistress sticks her long manicured nails through the hole of the cage and pokes my dick with them, squeezing my ball with the other hand.
“I have locked MY DICK away because I don’t want to use it or it getting in the way,” she says
She then attaches a leash to the padlock on my cage, pivots on her heels, and start walking pulling on my cage. As I’m following her, I can’t help but look at her walking and her ass moving with every step. She is wearing her black latex stockings, her white and black latex corset, and high heels. She pulls me down the hallway as her heels echo through the house of the tiles. She makes me stand next to our big heavy dining room table. She then securely ties each of my legs to a leg of the table. Followed by taking my hands behind my back and tying them together with my arms folded. Rope running around my neck and chest like a harness. After that, she also attaches a collar to my neck which she uses more rope through the D rings and secures me to the other end of the table. Leaving me helpless and bound at the table with my legs and ass exposed for do what she pleases with.
“Now, as you are completely helpless and can’t stop me. What should I do next?” she asked
“I know!” quickly follows as she walks back up the hallway.
I can hear the heels echo so I know she is coming back when she comes out holding Her new cane and the inflatable butt plug. So after a few minutes of teasing, she has the plug inside me and starts to pump it up. I make a few noises and moans as I try to get used the invader.
“sshhhh, keep the noise down. I don’t want to hear you complaining.” she demands as she slaps my left thigh.
I let out another shock moan from the slap.
“That’s it!” she says and walks off down the hallway again.
She returns with a ballgag harness that wraps all over my head and has a ring in the top of it.
“This should keep you quiet while you get fucked like the bitch you are!” she says as she shoves the ball in my mouth.
After she has tightened all the strap and I know I can’t scream. She ties a thinner rope to the top of the head harness and pulls my head back and secures it to the tie on my arms.
“That should hold you in place and quiet enough for me to have some fun. Pleasure or pain? she asks “Oh, you can’t speak. I choose pain then!”
Mistress then steps back and lightly touches my ass with her cane. Slowly rubbing it all over my ass. She then takes it off and swings it through the air next to my head. I jump as I hear the SWOOSH as I hear the cane fly through the air next to my head. Mistress starts laughing.
“What’s wrong slut? Did I scare you? she asks.
“Did you think I was gonna…….WACK……do that? she follows with as she hits my ass with the cane.
I let a loud moan and try to pull away. But with all the rope attaching me to the table, I can’t go anywhere. Pulling on the rope and wiggling is all I can do. WACK, I get hit again. I jump and scream and out in pain as my ass is stinging from her long fast swing. Mistress delivers another 15 or so strokes from her cain before applying some deep heat cream to my ass that doesn’t take long to start burning and stinging my ass worst then what it already is.
With an evil tone, “oops, I spilt some cream on you. I will try to get it off…..with this” she say as she drops her flogger over my face and drags it up and over my head then down my back.
My ass feels like its on fire as she starts swinging and flogging my ass to try and ‘remove’ the cream. All I can do take whatever she dishes out, completely helpless to defend myself.
After what feels like 1000 swings of the flogger and the tears building in my eyes. She stops steps in placing her nails from each hand on my ass. She digs in her nails and drags them across my ass.
“Hope that hurts slave! I have a surprise for you.” She says as she goes back down the hallway.
After a few minutes she returns, my eyes widen as I see this big red dildo strapped to her waist. She then comes over, grabs my chin and leans in nice and close to my ear as she softly says.
“I found that bigger dildo I wanted, but it not as soft as the other ones. But I will still get in your ass”
She stands back up walk behind me. She stands right behind me as her strap on is poking my sore and tender ass. I can’t work out what she is doing, then she reaches under and grabs my caged dick.
“Just to make sure,” she says as she wraps some rope behind the ring of my cage, tightly securing it before throwing it on the floor under the table.
Mistress then walks to the other end of the table, picks up the rope, pulls it back onto the table before moving to the side and attaching to the my collar. So now if I move my head back, my dick and balls get pulled. This taking away even more of the little movement I had. Mistress then double checks all her ropework and then stands behind me.
Mistress then releases the air out of the butt plug and my ass relaxes as much as it can as she remove my ass invader. Mistress then wipes more lube on my ass as she slips some in my hole with her finger.
“Don’t get too comfortable slut, Her comes the real pain?” she says as she stands up.
Mistress slowly starts rubbing the head of her strap on over my ass. Pushing a little harder as she passes my hole. Then she stop rubbing and holds it steady and pushes a little more. My ass tries to stretch over the dildo but I have never taken anything this big before. Mistress stops and adds some more lube and fingers my ass with her fingers. Slowly adding another finger until she has four fingers deep in my ass. She pulls out and replaces then with her strap on again. I’m a little bit more accepting this time as my ass opens a bit more. Mistress pushes harder ass my ass starches around this monster. I scream as the head disappears into my ass before she pulls out.
“That sounded painful,” she says
“Let me do that again” she follows up with as she pushes again.
It goes in a bit easier this time, as she pulls out and put the head back in again. She repeats this a few times before leaving it in and pushing deeper. My hole body tightens as I try and accept her newest dick. As I start to relax and get used to it, she starts pulling out before pushing back in. Mistress starts fucking my ass hard and deep. My dick is now twitching and rock hard in its cage. I can’t help but be hard. It hurts and feel good at the same time. Mistress then continues to fuck my ass changing speeds and becoming rougher as time goes on. She grabs my tied arms and uses them to help her balance as she fucks me.
“Do you like that slut? she asks.
I can’t answer, i’m in my own world. My eyes are rolling back into my head as she fucks and swings her hips into my ass. Slowly I feel myself building up to an orgasm. But I can’t as my dick is locked away. I’m confused as to how this could happen. Then as she is fucking me my dick starts leaking cum. Its dripping everywhere, I’m cumming but not feeling any release or satisfaction. This continues until she stops fucking me. She stops and pulls out. I gasp in pain as my ass relaxes after the strap on is removed. Mistress then walks back in front of me sits down and starts to drink her glass of port.
“Wow, now I know how to drain you without giving you any pleasure.”
“You just stay there and be silent. You can clean up your mess when I’m ready to release you.”
