His Tongue His Only Sex Organ
Mistress Io cannot say when she began wanting to lock a man in permanent chastity. A lifestyle Domme, she was surprisingly indifferent to male orgasm denial during her early years. Often she had ordered men to wear chastity devices out of kindness. They desperately wanted her to take away their sex lives.
Once locked, a man was rarely allowed release. Never would she act as a service top. Essentially a nice woman, Mistress Io was a sadist. Hurting a man was foreplay.
A few men lost their place in her life. They complained too much about chastity. Their hearts were empty of submission.
Male discomfort made enforced orgasm denial a delight. Mistress Io wanted a male who would accept a life without orgasms. One who worshiped her without quibble or compromise. A man who would accept the anguish of permanent chastity.
Mistress Io enjoyed the service of many worthy men. But never one she wanted to live in her home. She yearned for a personal slave who lived on his needs, eager to serve.
Then she met Jackson. An inexperienced submissive male. She invited him to play because his profile sounded authentic. He made no impossible promises. He posted a full-body photograph. He liked some of her favorite books and music.
Jackson did not need ‘training.’ His compliance was swift, graceful and grateful. Between play sessions and when chores were finished, Jackson was good company. Slowly her skepticism dissolved. Maybe he was the lifestyle slave she sought.
Jackson moved in. He kept his old apartment. Mistress Io was emphatic: this was a trial.
He fulfilled all tasks promptly. No chore distressed him. Jackson needed to serve. He knew when to leave Mistress Io to her thoughts. Silently, almost invisibly he might bring a drink.
Mistress Io knew she could not ask for more. But she did. When Jackson learned that she wanted to take away his orgasms – all of them, forever – he shivered. She gave him two days to reply.
Jackson wanted to please her. He feared making a pledge he might not be able to honor.
He wanted his orgasms. He needed to serve Mistress Io. Frantic, confused internal debate kept him awake all night. The next day he was tired. Mistress Io told him to take a diphenhydramine tablet and take a nap.
He awoke to clarity. Life as the slave of a wonderful Domme would satisfy him more than sex. Without Mistress Io, he would be too miserable to masturbate.
She was ecstatic. Jackson was an excellent servant and a good man. She felt proud of his surrender.
Jackson’s only sex organ is his tongue. He copes well with his chastity. At least once a day he gives his Mistress orgasms. Her pleasure speaks to him clearly and forcefully; he has the mental orgasm of deepest submission.