AUTHOR’S NOTE: That is the continuation of the story, which I beforehand deleted. Should you did not like the primary six components of this collection, you actually will not like this one or those to comply with, and I recommend that you just skip them.
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Sixteen days. That is how lengthy Ellen saved my cock locked up the primary time. In fact, sixteen days appears trivial at present, since she regularly elevated the period of my lockups till at their peak they reached a number of months. However again firstly, it appeared like an eternity.
The primary evening, I awoke in a panic, pawing at my cage, determined for some form of sexual sensation. However with my mitts, there would have been little pleasure for both my hand or my cock even with out the chastity cage. With my dick cowering behind metal bars… fuggedaboutit. I rolled over and tried to place the frustration out of my thoughts. Sleep got here with issue, however it was all of the extra welcome for that.
The following morning, I virtually instantly found one of many ways in which Ellen had discovered to assist me turn out to be an “acceptable slave” to her. It was a Saturday, so I received up early to make her breakfast. I wanted to expire for just a few groceries, so after I showered, I began to dress. However after I opened my underwear drawer, I discovered that every one of my boxer-briefs had been changed with frilly, pink girls’s panties. I stood in entrance of the dresser for a second, silent and bemused.
“Oh, I purchased these for you,” stated Ellen sleepily, nonetheless mendacity in mattress. “I’ve determined that creating your female facet can be a great way for me that can assist you management your masculine urges and embrace your new standing as my eunuch slave. I do not suppose we’ll trouble with a bra, at the least not at first, however girls’s panties are positively a should. Do not you agree?”
“Sure, Mistress.” I used to be so relieved to listen to that she wasn’t going to make me put on a bra that it took a few seconds for the phrase “eunuch slave” to register in my mind.
When did I conform to that?
“Wait, what?” I sputtered. “I am sorry, Mistress, ummm… ‘eunuch slave’?”
“Nicely, certain. You noticed my new butcher’s knife, did not you? What’d you suppose it was for?” she requested. She waited a second for horror to beat me. “I am simply kidding,” she laughed. “Geez, loosen up. I do not imply ‘eunuch’ actually, clearly. I simply imply that with time, you may come to take pleasure in chastity extra, and you will find your personal sexual launch much less necessary. That is all. We’ll take it gradual. As you at all times used to inform me, ‘I will not do something to you that you do not beg me to do.’ Alright?”
“Sure, Mistress,” I answered, though I used to be very removed from satisfied that it was alright.
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Ellen instituted one other change that very same evening: After I got here as much as the bed room, I discovered her already beneath the cover, sporting a negligee. It was the primary time in all our years collectively that she hadn’t been nude when she climbed into mattress.
She sat up on the facet of the mattress, and I knelt between her knees. As soon as my sleeping mitts have been snugly buckled, she defined, “I’ve determined that you just’re not allowed to take a look at my physique. I am going to sleep in a nighty, and in case you occur to be within the room after I need to change or take a bathe, then you should both go away, or stand within the nook till I am first rate. It will preserve your mind from getting overstimulated, so you will not be so tempted to the touch your self. Will not that be useful to you?”
“Sure, Mistress,” I answered, “very useful.” Which was a giant, fats lie. I knew for a incontrovertible fact that it would not assist in any respect, for the reason that sight of my spouse in lingerie (or attractive garments of any type) might ship my mind into overdrive simply as shortly as her bare physique did.
I understood later that her choice had nothing in any respect to do with defending me from overstimulation. The rationale she did it was to disclaim me even a second of reduction from that small however gnawing sense of degradation, which a unadorned man at all times feels within the presence of a clothed girl.
I needed to admire Ellen’s consideration to element. It was what made her such an efficient dominant.
“Now, regardless that I will preserve you locked up for some time, I am going to nonetheless require you to service me infrequently,” Ellen continued. “However I am going to offer you a blindfold, so that you just will not be capable to see my girly bits. However by now, you’ve got just about discovered the place all the things is, so you do not actually need to make use of your eyes anyway. Do not you agree?”
“Sure, Mistress.”
“That is a superb boy,” she stated. She reached into her facet desk drawer and took out a black blindfold, which she tied round my head. “Now, present me how a superb slave pleases his Mistress.”
With that, she rotated her hips all the way in which again, hiked up her negligee, scooched to the sting of the mattress, and pulled my face into her ass.
My first-ever girlfriend was a sixteen-year-old redhead named Shannon Murphy. Though Shannon would go as far with me as French kissing, she, like all good Irish Catholic women, was diligent about conserving my fingers away from her breasts and crotch, even over her garments. However oral stimulation was higher than no stimulation, and we might make out for astonishingly lengthy stretches, having fun with the style of one another’s mouths and the texture of one another’s tongues.
Ellen had taught me to think about her anus as my new girlfriend, one which I ought to need to make out with for as lengthy and with as a lot pleasure as I used to do with Shannon Murphy’s mouth. She even gave my new girlfriend a reputation: Rosemary, as a result of one time I commented that she smelled just like the rosemary and mint scented physique wash that my spouse most well-liked. When Ellen was in a frisky temper, she’d say one thing like, “Rosemary advised me she needs to see you. Would not it’s good to make out together with her for some time?”
And by this time, I used to be doing so eagerly. I would lock my lips round my spouse’s lovely anal bud, swirling and probing with my tongue, lapping her, kissing her, by no means tiring of the feeling of touching her tender flesh so intimately, and of feeling her reply to me.
However that night, I merely could not concentrate on the duty at hand, as a result of I discovered myself fully distracted by the aroma of my spouse’s vagina.
I do know that it is a cliché to say that when an individual is disadvantaged of sight, his different senses turn out to be proportionately heightened. However that is precisely what occurred. As I knelt beside the mattress, unable to see, my face buried between Ellen’s ass cheeks, her female scent penetrated my unconscious and intoxicated me, and I turned determined to style her. A number of occasions, I eliminated my tongue from her anus and moved my head towards her pussy, however every time my spouse pushed me again all the way down to proceed making out with my new girlfriend.
I lapped and lapped, as she required of me, however in all honesty, all I might take into consideration was my want for her pussy.
By the point she lastly let me up, my lust for her was fully uncontrolled. I furiously locked my lips on her vulva, and I thrust my tongue into her as deeply as I might, as if her between her inside labia there was a pool of juices, which I might slurp as much as slake my thirst. I grabbed her hips in addition to I might in my sleeping mitts, and I pulled myself tightly into her.
Now, in BDSM erotica, I feel that some writers overuse the phrase “worship.” A standard rim job turns into “ass worship,” each act of fellatio turns into “cock worship,” and so forth. Personally, I would by no means demanded “cock worship” from any of my submissives. “Suck it, you fucking whore” was extra my model.
However with Ellen, the act of cunnilingus had turn out to be for me simply as worshipful — simply as spiritual — as any Catholic ritual from my childhood. Ellen’s orgasm had turn out to be my Holy Eucharist.
I at all times began my vaginal worship with lengthy, gradual kisses to her alongside inside thighs and round her pubic mound, earlier than beginning to lick the skin of her labia. Solely when she responded to this — after I heard her delicate moan and felt the flesh of her pussy lips start to swell — did I dare enter her Holy of Holies with my tongue.
This ritual was not one which Ellen had educated me to carry out. Fairly, it appeared the one correct means for me to acknowledge the super privilege I loved in being the one chosen to service sexually this most good of ladies.
So, my actions that evening — my ravenous assault on my spouse’s pussy, my concentrate on satisfying my very own lust as a substitute of her needs — felt to me nothing wanting blasphemous. I half-worried that I would be struck down mid-lick by heavenly hearth for daring to desecrate my spouse’s most sacred place so violently with my base carnal needs.
However as a substitute of a lightning bolt from above, I felt Ellen’s fingers take my head and draw me even nearer. She moaned and pulled me as much as her clitoris, which was already swollen. I swirled my tongue round her just a few moments earlier than settling right into a rhythm. She moaned louder and louder, and moved her hips quicker and quicker towards my mouth. Her respiratory grew heavy, and I might really feel her orgasm begin to construct.
Then she stopped and sat up, withdrawing her pussy from me.
“Mistress?” I requested. “What’s it?” With the blindfold, I could not see her face, and I started to panic that I had displeased her indirectly.
“Shhhh… It is OK,” she stated. I heard her open the drawer to her facet desk, and a second later, I felt her press a chunk of rubber towards my lips. I opened my mouth and took in about two inches of the machine till I felt a barrier of leather-based. The rubber turned out to be silicon gag with a facial harness, which Ellen strapped tightly over and round my head, and buckled in place.
She lay again down on the mattress and drew me in direction of her groin, and I surmised that the gag was hooked up to a dildo, which I used to be to work inside her vagina. I probed ahead awkwardly, looking for her, till she guided me into herself. She lay again and held my head, shifting her hips, exhibiting me the rhythm that will fulfill her. I started thrusting my head again towards her, and shortly I used to be rewarded together with her moans of delight. These shortly grew louder and extra frequent as she rocked backwards and forwards towards me.
“That is a superb boy,” she stated a couple of minutes later, after she had climaxed. She eliminated the gag and the blindfold, and he or she smiled at me. “Alright, now chances are you’ll get into mattress.”
“Might I please get a drink first, Mistress?” I requested. My jaw was sore and my mouth dry.
“I am going to get it for you,” she answered kindly, gesturing to my sleeping mitts. She patted my head and stood up.
She returned after a second with a glass. She sat again on the mattress and introduced the water to my lips, serving to me drink and stroking my hair, as I knelt at her ft. “You recognize, you are doing very effectively in your first couple of days,” she stated. “I can see that you just actually do need to be my slave, and that makes me very glad.”
I lived for these little moments of intimacy. I basked for a short while in her approval and affection earlier than climbing beneath the cover.
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In a while, Ellen got here to name blindfolded intercourse with the dildo gag “mole fucking,” as a result of I reminded her of a sightless mole, rooting round as if looking for grubs, glad solely after I’d succeeded in burrowing my snout into her pussy.
After she’d blindfolded me and buckled the gag round my head, she’d often lay me on the ground and join my wrists and ankles behind my again in a hog-tie place. She’d then sit a number of ft away and watch me squirm blindly towards her. She’d snigger at me and name me her “grubby little mole,” whereas I struggled to succeed in her crotch with the dildo.
I received the distinct impression that the pleasure she derived from the dildo gag was rather more about my degradation than it was about any inherent profit within the machine itself.
Generally, she made mole fucking right into a recreation. She’d zip-tie my fingers behind my again and conceal someplace in the home, giving me a sure period of time to search out and fulfill her. I would stumble round blindly, her insults and mocking laughter my solely clue as to her whereabouts. The sport ended after I both introduced her to climax, leading to a reward, or ran out of time, leading to punishment.
I will be completely trustworthy with you. I didn’t take pleasure in mole fucking. In any respect.
At the same time as a dominant, I would made scant use of vibrators, dildos. butt plugs, and so forth, virtually at all times preferring the feeling of flesh towards flesh. And utilizing the dildo gag was not solely uncomfortable, however bodily very strenuous. I needed to lie on my abdomen, craning my neck up at an unnatural angle and bobbing my head backwards and forwards as vigorously as I might. Generally, she’d put me on my again and straddle my face, during which case she did a lot of the thrusting herself. However at my age, mendacity on my again whereas hogtied was torturous, and with every downward thrust, Ellen slammed my head on the ground and jammed the rubber gag painfully into my mouth.
And the humiliation was even worse than the discomfort. I might solely think about how ridiculous I appeared — bare, hogtied, blindfolded, gagged, with a chunk of silicon protruding of my mouth, writhing round desperately looking for to bury my face in my spouse’s crotch.
In sum, the act required me to endure loads of ache and degradation with a view to fulfill a foolish, capricious want on the a part of my spouse. One which gave her little pleasure apart from my struggling, and which most positively gave me no sexual sensation of any type in return.
Which was the entire level, I suppose.
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I went to the workplace the next Monday morning a number of levels much less of a person than I had left it the earlier Friday. I used to be not my spouse’s submissive, however her slave.
In fact, I performed the function of the outstanding authorities affairs legal professional in addition to anybody might have might have anticipated me to — chairing the morning companions’ briefing, prioritizing analysis and lobbying assignments, and so forth. However I used to be extremely self-conscious, nearly sure that each single particular person I met was in a position to see my shaven physique and frilly panties by means of my go well with and tie. Each time I would hear laughter round a nook or stumble onto a whispered dialog, I used to be sure that I used to be being made an object of ridicule.
It took about an hour for me to persuade myself that this was inconceivable, in order that I used to be in a position to concentrate on work.
I quickly realized that one inconvenience of sporting girls’s panties was that I used to be not ready to make use of the urinal in a public restroom. Even whereas sporting my cage, I might work my cock out by means of the slot in my briefs and tip it as much as obtain the required angle. So, except somebody occurred to be utilizing the subsequent urinal over, the danger of being found was minimal. However the panties required me truly to drop my trousers with a view to free my cock, which meant the I had to make use of the stall and sit down like a girl.
Each. Single. Time. I wanted to piss. Solely later did I notice that this restriction was not an incidental bug, however relatively a deliberate characteristic of my emasculation.
However I additionally got here to expertise one other sensation from sporting girls’s panties, one which I did not count on: the fun of transgression. In fact, younger folks in these enlightened days don’t have any idea in any respect of transgression, at the least so far as sexuality is anxious. They have a good time and dream up names for each conceivable distinction in desire or sexual orientation or gender identification or kink. However you must do not forget that I placed on my first pair of pink frilly panties earlier than anybody had heard of COVID, and that I would just turned fifty-two years previous.
By breaking gender norms within the staid corridors of energy in Washington, DC, I used to be one way or the other getting away with one thing that my colleagues would by no means find out about. Everybody who checked out me noticed the last word alpha male, dominating each assembly, performing as the last word arbitrator on numerous essential selections of public coverage. Little did they know that my spouse was regularly turning me right into a degraded, pathetic beta, certain to obey her each command. Regardless of my emasculation, possessing such a secret gave me an odd sense of energy every time I walked into a gathering.
Then, simply after lunch, one other thought struck me.
Would Ellen unlock my cage after I received dwelling?
I had already spent three nights in lockdown, which was by far the longest time I had gone with out an erection for the reason that age of 13. Absolutely, Ellen would perceive {that a} fourth evening can be too torturous for me to endure. Proper? OK, so perhaps she would not give me a handjob. However she appeared to take pleasure in making me masturbate in entrance of her, so she’d at the least let me strive that once more. Proper? The act had given me little pleasure the primary time, however after three days in my cage, even the humiliating concept of jerking off beneath my spouse’s scornful glare was beginning to appear very interesting to me.
I attempted to place the subject out of my thoughts and focus on work. No luck. As soon as the seed was planted, it took root and commenced to develop, quickly branching out alongside my neural pathways till it occupied each cubic millimeter of my mind. All acutely aware thought was pushed from my thoughts, changed by the only, persistent query:
When will Ellen launch me?
I sat in assembly after assembly, barely in a position to concentrate on the dialogue at hand. I checked the time on my iPhone — each hour, each half-hour, each 5 minutes. I wanted some house, so I went to my workplace and closed my door (one thing I ordinarily by no means did, since I take into account a closed door a strong image of poor administration). I pretended to learn some piece of draft laws or different, however after ninety minutes, I discovered myself caught on web page 4, fully clueless as to the content material of the three pages that I would already learn.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Time handed extremely slowly, till finally it was seven o’clock, the primary more-or-less acceptable time to be seen leaving the workplace. I would already turned down a number of invites to dinner, in order that I’d be capable to get dwelling all the sooner. I grabbed a sandwich and a protein bar from the workplace kitchen and headed all the way down to the parking storage.
Forty minutes later, I knelt bare at Ellen’s ft and uncovered my neck for the collar, hoping towards hope that the ritual would finish together with her unlocking my cage for the evening. I knew that asking her to take action can be pointless. If something, it could solely make her extra inclined to maintain me locked up. However simply in case, I would ready a brief, humiliating speech requesting permission to masturbate in her presence.
Ready for her to buckle my collar, I appeared up at her expectantly, maybe hoping that my eyes would convey to her my determined want, and that she would take pity on me.
She did not. And since I used to be so targeted on my cock, I used to be a bit of caught off-guard by what she did say.
“Do you worship me?” she requested.
“In fact, Mistress,” I answered in shock. “You recognize that I do.”
“I want you to indicate me,” she stated, and he or she gently however firmly pushed my head all the way down to the ground.
Her that means was clear. Though I’d a lot most well-liked to have been ordered to masturbate, I instantly received to the duty and hand and began kissing the tops of her ft. I appeared up after what I thought-about an applicable period of time, however she nudged my face again down and stated, “Do not cease.”
So I continued. I kissed her some time longer, then I picked up one foot in my fingers. I eliminated her slipper reverently, and I started to therapeutic massage her sole with my thumbs. For just a few seconds, I breathed in her aroma deeply by means of my nostril, then I started to suck on her toes, inserting my tongue between them. I slowly licked the underside of her foot all the way down to her heel, and I paused there, passionately French kissing this lowest a part of her physique. After I’d proven correct obeisance to at least one flawless foot, I picked up the opposite and commenced once more.
I appeared up at her, questioning whether or not it was sufficient.
“Good boy,” she stated, reaching for my collar. “You probably did very effectively in your first time.” My coronary heart lifted on the sound of her reward. “To any extent further, you’ll earn the correct to put on my collar by worshiping my ft every single day if you come dwelling,” she commanded.