Emily's Bitch Slave: A Chastity Femdom Story

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The aim of this wiki is to build an archive of chastity stories. The stories have been divided into 5 sections. Men kept in chastity by women(and vice versa), both lesbian chastity and gay men in chastity, as well as anything that doesn't fit into that category such as where you don't know who the keyholder is or where there are multiple ones. Consider getting help from another woman or man who is more dominant than you. You play the good leader and she/he plays the strict disciplinarian. You will need to coach at the same time but the tag team approach gives the learner plenty of focus time on his fantasy and reinforces the woman’s leadership and superior role. Training your man with the boot camp approach This goes on for a while and after she has had a few drinks she turns off the TV and turns her attention to me.

Other, lighter offenses are classically punished by denial of orgasm, tease & denial, ruined orgasm and humiliating things. And there are a number of other penalties as well. I still felt sleepy. I must surely be hallucinating from the drug. I could not believe what I was hearing. What on earth was she talking about? Male slaves? She obviously hasn’t heard about gender equality! Time for me to straighten this out….. We chilled a bit more. Goddess asked Wendi if she wanted me to massage her feet, but she was self conscious that she hadn’t had a pedicure in a while and said maybe someday after she gets one. Goddess told her I don’t care about that, but Wendi was like “Well I DO.” We gave her friend a ride home and chilled a bit at her place. I met the fur babies. Many women complain that chastity devices are fun when there is sex involved, such as when I am meeting my date and my husband is caged. It gets into both of our heads and creates a fun dynamic. But what about the rest of the week which is filled with work and commitments? We had some rules to remind ourselves of his role. For instance, I dressed first for work and he remained naked until I left the house. This gave him time to make my coffee, make the bed and do other household chores. The presence of the cage, made this routine a little more lively. He wore the cage to work, the gym, and walking the dog.We then got to Goddess’ house and she had a surprise for me. She bought me a pair of panties to wear while I cleaned for her I was left to spend the week totally naked, on my chain. I had at most one gate-opening to do each day, and I did them as efficiently as I could. I did not dare get another punishment. Most days I had absolutely nothing to do. I just waited, a slave, on my chain. After about ten minutes, she tells me to get her a refill, and I hurry over to the kitchen to get her another drink.

We spent 30 years chasing the "good life" and enjoyed the benefits that came with it but something was missing for us. We played around with bondage quite a bit and I even dressed in a corset quite often for our love making and it seemed to be alright with her but it wasn't near the turn-on for her as for me. Inside the door the sight of all the displays took my breath away. It was a large room with displays everywhere of all types of women's foundation garments, anything and everything imaginable. My mind spun as I wondered what she planned to get for me. I wanted one of each. I tried to take it all in at once as I numbly followed Mistress across the room to where a woman stood behind a glass display case. The case was filled with artificial breast forms of all types and sizes. The woman greeted Mistress and then glanced over at me.Nearby, was my newfound laborer. He still looked defiant, but there was something else in his countenance as well, now. Fear. He was a smart cookie, and even if he didn't know exactly what was about to happen, he had the general drift. Tonight’s night of worship went really well. First I greeted her on my knees as I always do. She presented her hand to kiss. Then we went into the living room to chat. She sits on her couch and I always sit on the floor at her feet. I was still exploring it with my tongue and had decided it wasn't so bad when it started to inflate. Now I knew what the ball on the end of the one tube was attached to and what it did. The balloon continued to inflate inside my mouth, pressing my tongue tightly against the floor my mouth and filling my mouth completely and forcing my cheeks tightly against the leather helmet covering my head and face. The tubes inserted in my nostrils allowed me to breathe relatively easily and I was not actually uncomfortable but felt so isolated and vulnerable to whatever Mistress and the doctor decided to do to me, a feeling I would grow to know only too well. Not a problem, glad to help out" replied Mike the driver. He waited while I belted myself into the couch, and then turned the vehicle towards town.