Slave Boyfriend Complains About Chastity
Mistress Leilah gripped the slave man’s head. Locking him tightly between her thighs the young Domme whipped her former boyfriend.
They had been lovers. Danny was a closet submissive man. Occasionally he coaxed Leilah into playing Femdom games: simple bondage, light whippings. Her love made her eager to please him.
A year ago, she opened his laptop. She only wanted to check the weather forecast. Leilah saw a photograph of muscular woman whipping a man.
Welts and bruises cover the man’s back. Serious S&M. Nothing like the games she played with Danny.
Curious, she explored his Tumblr account. Every Tumblr blog featured women tormenting men: using them as ash trays, urinating in their mouths, even women punching men in the stomach.
Half the Tumblr blogs focused on male chastity. She never suspected any man might want his penis locked in a tiny prison.
Some men had to ‘earn’ orgasms. Others were locked in chastity for life. Captions said things like:
“Nothing makes me happier in life than the fact you will never enjoy an orgasm.”
Leilah’s brain told her this was wrong. Then she caught herself caressing her vagina. Strongly aroused, she went to the bedroom to use her Hitachi Magic Wand.
She pictured standing over Danny, laughing at his pleas for an orgasm. Pulling his hair, forcing his face down to worship her clitoris. Kicking his testicles. She enjoyed the best orgasm of her life.
She explored Femdom Tumblrs and followed links to sites devoted to female domination and female-led relationships. When Danny was away from home, Leilah masturbated to images of herself tormenting men: spiting on them, slapping their faces.
One evening Danny came home to find Leilah wearing a tight black skirt, white dress shirt and knee-high boots. Seeing his penis press against his pants, she asked:
“Do you want to be my bitch?”
Giddy, dizzy, afraid Danny only stared.
“Take off your clothes, Danny. Crawl to me. Lick my boots.”
Throwing his clothes off, Danny dropped to hands and knees. Leilah, reached down as he licked, ran her fingers through his hair.
A couple of months later, girlfriend and boyfriend were Mistress and slave boy. The conversion was not always smooth. The couple set boundaries. Mistress Leilah established rules. Slave Danny followed a few simple protocols.
Opening his birthday present, Danny discovered a metal chastity tube. Using ice, Leilah shrunk his penis and locked her boyfriend in the phallic prison.
“I used to give you birthday blowjobs. For this birthday you get your first day of orgasm denial. If you are a good slave, and I know you will be, I’ll let you out every Sunday.”
Despite all his chastity fantasies Danny hated orgasm denial. He was sullen. Leilah assumed he would soon adjust.
Instead he would beg for early release. Pout when his Mistress said no.
Mistress Leilah’s patience ended.
“Danny go to the basement and wait for me.”
The basement was the “Punishment Room.” Danny could be tied and chained to ordinary objects.
He knelt on the concrete floor. He shivered, whether from cool air or fear he was not sure. Sometimes waiting was the worst part of punishment.
Angering his Mistress shamed him. Why could not he control his behavior.
Leilah entered. She barked at her slave boy.
“Bow, put your head between my thighs.”
She gave him ten swift biting strokes of the cane.
“Do you know why I’m punishing you?”
Another ten swats of the cane.
“I’m tired of your complaining. You are my slave. Slaves don’t bitch. Slaves obey.”
Danny said nothing. His silence earned twenty strokes of the cane.
“You must stop whining about chastity. You asked for it. Now, as your Mistress, locking up your penis, denying you sexual pleasure is my right.”
“I’m sorry Mistress. I just …”
“Don’t make excuses.”
The next ten lashes were brutal. Danny wept. He looked up at his Mistress with awe. He never suspected she had such power. Truly Leilah was a goddess. He was so blessed to live at her feet and worship her.
“If you can’t handle chastity, maybe I need a different slave man.”
Danny panicked. He loved Leilah. He worshiped her. Life would be meaningless without her.
“Forgive me, Mistress.”
Ten final strokes, each cut a welt.
“You will go a month without release. If you behave, weekly releases will return.”
“Yes Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”
“If you can’t, you will need to find a new home.”
Leilah rubbed a soothing cream in her Danny’s back. She looked down at the sniveling man. It seemed impossible that she once treated him as an equal.
But she still loved him. Hoped he could cure his impertinence. Having discovered her womanly authority, she demanded complete obedience.