The next morning I woke to a text from Tiffany: “How’s it going? Have you used the Christmas present I gave you? Called Caitlin yet?”
I responded “I did use your present, but couldn’t get it to work. Saw Caitlin last night.”
She sent back: “I’m sorry the present didn’t work. Caitlin is great, isn’t she?”
I sent back: “yeah”
My Chastity
It has been about one year and eight and a half months since I first corresponded with my Queen, known on twitter as QueenKittyOwnsU. My attraction to her was immediate.
This was online so all I knew of her, beyond what a small avatar icon would show me about the way she looked, was communicated through her words, her tone, her reactions to situations and people that were put in front of her. I was hooked, very quickly. She was (and is) joyful, playful, wicked, imaginative and keenly aware of what pleases her.
She was not a full time Domme as she is now. She was a working woman who seemed to enjoy tormenting her work supervisors with the amount of cleavage she enjoyed exposing with her clothing choices.
The first day that I got a chance to interact with her, I sent her some of my erotic writing.
The second day, I was binding my cock and balls for her in royalty-themed situations that she called for, as she wanted to be amused. I still blush when I see that photo — I’m very tightly tied and there’s a pink paper crown that bears her name perched upon my gleaming cock head.
Later that same day I was wrapped and bound in elastic bands, clamped with alligator clamps, my balls painted pink, with her name written upon me. These photos were a gift to her and she made the choice to post some on her twitter feed, giving me a rush I’d not experienced before in online service.
Either that same day or the next, I also began to write original fiction for her.
It was absolutely the next day when she first exerted control over my orgasms, allowing me one as long as I completely consumed my own resulting cum. Of course I complied.
There is quite a bit of physical distance between us, so I am not able to serve my Queen in person, though I ache to and dream of such a gift regularly.
The ways I can serve her are limited by his distance and some of the frustrating realities of so-called “real life” but there are a few ways in which she has allowed me to please and amuse her.
I keep a blog of my stories that are inspired by and writing for her – found at http://wordsforqueenkitty.blogspot.com – I hope that you find a moment to have a look and perhaps share a comment on some bit that you enjoy.
I am regularly commanded into varying forms of cock and ball torture or restraint — often with a “office” theme as when she really enjoys tormenting me that way is when I am working late. This is a chastity web site, so I won’t go into details about how I’ve been harnessed, bound, trussed up and tormented.
So, besides writing fiction and commanded bondage, what my Queen really has enjoyed demanding of me is chastity. I’ve said already that she knows what she likes, and what she likes is the erotic suffering of those that serve her.
She isn’t the kind of give me challenges to meet or milestones to work toward. She doesn’t ask me to beg for release or make promises of gifts or service. No, what she wants is me to ache. She wants me to suffer. She wants my balls blue and full and throbbing. She wants me to have the desire to cum and the desire to please her on my mind every single day.
I’ve had a number of long periods of chastity for my Queen since she took control of me and made me hers. None have been as long as the streak I’m currently on — now at 185 days, or over half a year. She hasn’t asked me to complete any particular task for release, and she pays no attention at big round numbers, other than to laugh.
I don’t get to be with my Queen. I don’t get to be the one bound at her feet or licking her boots or being put into humiliating outfits. I don’t get to be the controlled slave in a leather hood in her online videos. I don’t get to be the man with tears welling in his eyes the first time he has to take another man’s cock in his mouth.
How I get to serve is to ache for her. I get to throb. I get to feel how humiliatingly quickly I get hard when she has me edge for her. I get to walk a bit funny the day after she’s had me spanking my bound balls. Chastity is the gift she gives me.
I don’t know how long I’ll be aching, this time or the next time, but I’m thankful for each and every day.
I turned my head and I could barely see Caitlin out of the corner of my eye. She took her right hand and put it under my hip and pulled it up slightly. I raised my hips just a bit so that most of my torso was still on the mattress but there was now a slight distance between my hips and the bed.
Around 5:30, I started to get really nervous. I was a little shaky. 6 pm came and went with no word or appearance from Caitlin. Then at 6:30 my buzzer went off and I let her in. After a couple of minutes, there was a knock on my door. I think my heart stopped.
I opened the door.
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The first full week of no visits from Tiffany was almost over. While I was distraught about the prospect of not seeing Tiffany for a full 4 weeks, I was determined to keep my composure. I figured that if I could keep busy and keep my thoughts contained, I should be able to wait for Tiffany’s return without using the prostate massager that she had given me.
I was doing pretty well until that first Friday. Tiffany was leaving for her trip and I texted her to have a good trip. She texted back “Thanks! I have missed you this week (so have my feet and toes).”
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I was at work when the text came through on my phone “ GO TO THE ADDRESS AT THE END OF THIS TXT BY 7PM AND DON’T BE LATE!!! WHEN YOU GET THERE YOU SIMPLY SAY MISTRESS SENT YOU .
WERE GOING TO PLAY A GAME HA HA HA “
I read the address and after work I go and shower and tap the postcode into my sat nav and go to the address you gave me and get there just on time .
I knock on the door and say to the lady who answers it “my Mistress sent me “ and she hands me a letter printed by you for me to read
“ SLAVE TONIGHT WERE GOING TO PLAY A GAME WHERE YOU HAVE TO COLLECT 4 DIFFERENT COLOURED BUTT PLUGS ONE GREEN,ONE BLUE,ONE BLACK AND ONE PINK .
THAY WILL ALL BE AT DIFFERENT ADDRESSES AND YOU WILL DELIVER THEM TO ME IN THE BOX THAT YOU WILL BE GIVEN BY THE MISTRESS YOU ARE WITH NOW .
YOU WILL NOT SPEAK UNLESS ASKED ANYTHING ONLY TO SAY THE I SENT YOU WHEN YOU KNOCK ON THE DOOR AND YOU WILL DO EXCACTLY WHAT THE MISTRESSES SAY AND IF YOU GET ALL 4 BUTT PLUGS YOU WILL HAVE THE BEST ORGASM OF YOUR LIFE .
IF YOU FAIL TO GET ALL 4 COLOURED PLUGS THEN YOU WILL BE PUNISHED SEVERLY”
I quickly read the letter and nod to the Mistress that I understand what it says and she beckons me in .
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Things had now changed a bit between Tiffany and I. The next several times she visited, things proceeded much like they had for months. Drinks, foot rubs, and talking about my dating life were followed by me using my masturbation tube. The change was that she didn’t give me the option of a handjob or kissing her feet. But she always expected me to ask to kiss her feet. She never told me to ask her. She would just sit so that her feet were out of reach while I was using my tube. She would only move them within reach if I asked… “may I kiss your feet?”
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Those words echoed in my head again and again. Why did she say that to me? Could she possibly have meant it the way I hoped? No, Dan, get that out of your head. But, I just couldn’t.
Every time I thought about Tiffany, I would have pit in my stomach. I would feel nervous and excited. Were we on the precipice of something? I would be so happy with her and I would do whatever I could to make her happy. The idea of making her smile would be nothing but pure joy. But. But, she is married and spurned my advances when I had the chance. Even now, with all that was going on between us, she was trying to connect me with another woman. Those thoughts, or realizations, would send me into a feeling of helpless despair. All of these conflicting emotions were causing an internal turmoil unlike anything I had experienced before.
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Part 3 and 4 are up on the chastity story page
“Since you’re the one locked up, you need to start by admitting to me that I’m in control of this arrangement and that you trust my judgment.” She said with her eyes locked on mine.”
We love a good story at online chastity. If you are not able to be locked up the closed thing is to read about others.
If you are a good writer you can send in your own stories and we will publish it for you.
So read the stories.
For now, we thank manintyres !!!
