I posted a longer version of this on Fetlife ages ago. I've edited it to remove the gratuitous wank fodder elements and concentrate on the chastity. I like this version MUCH better...
I got a call around seven. My house, half an hour, she said. Nothing more. Just that and then she hung up. Christina was in one of her feisty moods, I thought. Best not to keep her waiting when she’s like that, I thought. Best leave now and get there on time, I thought.
Twenty minutes later, in a huge traffic jam, I thought she won’t be happy about this. Ten minutes later I knew she wouldn’t be. Fifteen minutes later still, I reckoned she’d be furious.
“Hello,” I said as I put my head round the front door. Nothing from within. “Hello?” I repeated. I walked through to her living room. Empty. I went to the kitchen. Empty. I made two coffees and went through to the living room and waited.
“You’re late.”
“Sorry, traffic...”
“No excuses. You’re late.”
“Sorry.”
“Sorry what?”
I looked up. She was standing in the doorway. Her expression was severe, unsmiling. I knew she was in control and I knew I was hers.
“I’m sorry, Miss,” I said.
“That’s better.” She approached me and stroked my cheek then squeezed my mouth hard at the sides, forcing my lips to pucker outwards. “You were late,” she said again. “That’s not good enough.”
“I’m sorry, Miss,” I repeated. My mouth was dry. I could feel the vein throbbing in my throat, could hear blood thrumming in my head.
She nodded. She held something in her hand and she opened it to reveal it to me. It was metal, in the shape of a penis, but small. I looked at it in confusion.
“This is for you,” she said. “This is your new chastity cage. You’re going to wear this from now on, until I say so.”
“Please, miss.”
“And once it’s on, there’s no getting it off. Not without a key. And who has the key?”
“Miss?”
“Who has the key?”
“You do, miss?”
“Yes. I do. And I’m keeping it. And you’re not getting out of your cage until I’m ready. Is that clear?”
I nodded, terror struck.
“You know what that means?”
I nodded, not really knowing.
“It means no playing with yourself. No erections. No come. No release. Not until I say so?” She gripped my chin and pulled me towards her so I was looking at her directly. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, miss.”
“Good. Because what this means is that you are now mine.”
She stood up and smiled at me. “Ready?” she said.
“Yes miss,” I said.
I got a call around seven. My house, half an hour, she said. Nothing more. Just that and then she hung up. Christina was in one of her feisty moods, I thought. Best not to keep her waiting when she’s like that, I thought. Best leave now and get there on time, I thought.
Twenty minutes later, in a huge traffic jam, I thought she won’t be happy about this. Ten minutes later I knew she wouldn’t be. Fifteen minutes later still, I reckoned she’d be furious.
“Hello,” I said as I put my head round the front door. Nothing from within. “Hello?” I repeated. I walked through to her living room. Empty. I went to the kitchen. Empty. I made two coffees and went through to the living room and waited.
“You’re late.”
“Sorry, traffic...”
“No excuses. You’re late.”
“Sorry.”
“Sorry what?”
I looked up. She was standing in the doorway. Her expression was severe, unsmiling. I knew she was in control and I knew I was hers.
“I’m sorry, Miss,” I said.
“That’s better.” She approached me and stroked my cheek then squeezed my mouth hard at the sides, forcing my lips to pucker outwards. “You were late,” she said again. “That’s not good enough.”
“I’m sorry, Miss,” I repeated. My mouth was dry. I could feel the vein throbbing in my throat, could hear blood thrumming in my head.
She nodded. She held something in her hand and she opened it to reveal it to me. It was metal, in the shape of a penis, but small. I looked at it in confusion.
“This is for you,” she said. “This is your new chastity cage. You’re going to wear this from now on, until I say so.”
“Please, miss.”
“And once it’s on, there’s no getting it off. Not without a key. And who has the key?”
“Miss?”
“Who has the key?”
“You do, miss?”
“Yes. I do. And I’m keeping it. And you’re not getting out of your cage until I’m ready. Is that clear?”
I nodded, terror struck.
“You know what that means?”
I nodded, not really knowing.
“It means no playing with yourself. No erections. No come. No release. Not until I say so?” She gripped my chin and pulled me towards her so I was looking at her directly. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, miss.”
“Good. Because what this means is that you are now mine.”
She stood up and smiled at me. “Ready?” she said.
“Yes miss,” I said.