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Chronicles of a chastity slave – v3

The sound of a something being dragged across the dungeon floor filled Eugene’s ears, frightening the kneeling, semi-nude submissive. Wild thoughts filled the slave’s head. What could it be? A Saint Andrew’s Cross? A Pillory? Something Worse? Eugene shuddered.

“We need to talk about your sentence,” Mistress Ayn said as She drew up a chair. Mistress Ayn sat. “Your chastity pleases Me, slave.”

Eugene literally blushed with happiness, a faint pink glow spreading across the skin of his naked body. The smiling Domme reached down and, between Her thumb and forefinger, gingerly took hold of the slave’s testicles, his most delicate and vulnerable of parts, now tightly ensconced like plump grapes against the tight fabric of the pink, silken panties.

“These belong to Me now.” Mistress Ayn gently squeezed the tender manfruit She had picked, as if to emphasize the import of Her words. “Do you understand, Eugene?” the Mistress queried. The kneeling slave nodded weakly in the affirmative. “Good,” Mistress Ayn said. “Because your sentence of chastity may very well last long beyond this session. In fact, it will be until I decide otherwise.” Mistress Ayn squeezed harder. “Your sentence could be weeks, or months or even years.”

The lovely Domme squeezed once again, harder still. Eugene’s thoughts were clear. His desire to remain celibate for Mistress Ayn, to please Her in that way, constituted a form of subtle psychological control far stronger and more efficacious than any type of simple metal lock known to man. Or Woman.

Chronicles of a chastity slave – v2

Mistress Ayn had never thought much of Eugene.  He was middle-aged, submissive, pale and soft.  At the moment he knelt feebly in a profile of sharp relief to the glorious picture presented by the Mistress.  Whereas Ayn was beautiful, radiant, in black heels and stockings, pearls and chemise, Eugene shivered, nude, upon the dungeon floor. Only his continued practice of complete chastity pleased the Domme.

“Lick,” Mistress Ayn commanded.  Her voice was at once calm and strong.  Eugene did as he was instructed, the tip of his tongue softly caressing the instep of Mistress Ayn’s proffered foot.  At once, Eugene felt the tight pull of fingers in his hair.  He winced in pain and Mistress Ayn smiled.

“Lick” came the order again. Eugene struggled to maintain his balance there upon his knees. Mistress Ayn had seen fit to make two “arrangements” before the session.  One was to simply cuff Eugene’s hands behind his back.  The other was to tie a single white ribbon around his cock, marking him.

“Have you been wearing your underwear as we talked about?” Mistress Ayn queried.

Eugene nodded his head gently, “Yes.”

It was a simple but effective method of control.  Every time Eugene lowered his trousers or simply felt the silkiness of the panties, he was reminded that his manhood, in fact, belonged to Mistress Ayn.

Chronicles of a chastity slave – v.1

l1“I like my boys to wear pink panties,” Mistress Ayn said. Eugene trembled on unsteady knees, desperately trying to keep his balance. “Put your legs together”, the Mistress said simply.

With practiced fingers, Mistress Ayn slipped a pair of women’s panties up Eugene’s thighs. The feeling of silk brushing across his naked flesh was at once both wonderfully teasing and terribly emasculating. It felt almost as if the lovely Domme were diapering a helpless child. Eugene shuddered at the thought, but he was no longer soft. Mistress Ayn took notice.

“You’re hard now, aren’t you boy?” Her tone was mocking. “Your so called manhood belongs to me now. You understand that, don’t you?” Eugene could not respond, but Mistress Ann understood the slave’s silence.

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