{"id":1092,"date":"2018-01-21T20:07:08","date_gmt":"2018-01-22T01:07:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mistressayn.com\/blog\/?p=1092"},"modified":"2018-01-02T21:10:32","modified_gmt":"2018-01-03T02:10:32","slug":"chronicles-of-a-chastity-slave-v2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/mistressayn.com\/blog\/chronicles-of-a-chastity-slave-v2\/","title":{"rendered":"Chronicles of a chastity slave &#8211; v3"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The sound of a something being dragged across the dungeon floor filled Eugene\u2019s ears, frightening the kneeling, semi-nude submissive. Wild thoughts filled the slave\u2019s head. What could it be? A Saint Andrew\u2019s Cross? A Pillory? Something Worse? Eugene shuddered.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe need to talk about your sentence,\u201d Mistress Ayn said as She drew up a chair. Mistress Ayn sat. \u201cYour chastity pleases Me, slave.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-1093 alignright\" src=\"http:\/\/mistressayn.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/Ayn-in-pengiore-767x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"389\" height=\"519\" srcset=\"http:\/\/mistressayn.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/Ayn-in-pengiore-767x1024.jpg 767w, http:\/\/mistressayn.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/Ayn-in-pengiore-225x300.jpg 225w, http:\/\/mistressayn.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/Ayn-in-pengiore-768x1025.jpg 768w, http:\/\/mistressayn.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/Ayn-in-pengiore.jpg 1917w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 389px) 100vw, 389px\" \/>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\u2019s testicles, his most delicate and vulnerable of parts, now tightly ensconced like plump grapes against the tight fabric of the pink, silken panties.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThese belong to Me now.\u201d Mistress Ayn gently squeezed the tender manfruit She had picked, as if to emphasize the import of Her words. \u201cDo you understand, Eugene?\u201d the Mistress queried. The kneeling slave nodded weakly in the affirmative. \u201cGood,\u201d Mistress Ayn said. \u201cBecause your sentence of chastity may very well last long beyond this session. In fact, it will be until I decide otherwise.\u201d Mistress Ayn squeezed harder. \u201cYour sentence could be weeks, or months or even years.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The lovely Domme squeezed once again, harder still. Eugene\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The sound of a something being dragged across the dungeon floor filled Eugene\u2019s ears, frightening the kneeling, semi-nude submissive. Wild thoughts filled the slave\u2019s head. What could it be? A Saint Andrew\u2019s Cross? A Pillory? Something Worse? Eugene shuddered. \u201cWe need to talk about your sentence,\u201d Mistress Ayn said as She drew up a chair. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[27],"tags":[37,28,64],"class_list":["post-1092","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-chastity-chronicles","tag-cbt","tag-chastity","tag-erotica"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/mistressayn.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1092","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/mistressayn.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/mistressayn.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mistressayn.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mistressayn.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1092"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/mistressayn.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1092\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1100,"href":"http:\/\/mistressayn.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1092\/revisions\/1100"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/mistressayn.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1092"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mistressayn.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1092"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mistressayn.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1092"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}