You are always such a good plaything, so pliable and obedient. I’m going to tease you to your breaking point to make you more obedient and most importantly, get you to confess your darkest fantasies. If you can’t do that then you’re going to be locked in chastity until you’re willing to tell me all your dirty little secrets.
Seattle Chastity Mistress
It’s been a long week already but you’ve had your email to distract you. Normally you hate the airport, the waiting, the delays and all the people. This time it just gives you time to build up tension. Her emails, texts and photos have kept you on edge the entire time and you can’t wait to see what awaits you on the other end of your flight. She reads you like a book but your Mistress is so mysterious to you. That always works to her advantage. This time she says she has a surprise for you, given what she knows about you… You can only imagine what it could be. Oh well, time to board and shut down.
You’re on your toes the entire flight, you can’t manage to get a lick of work done. Ugh. Hopefully you’ll have your wits about you later.
You land and you get one text that says simply “Surprise is at the hotel. Meet at the usual spot.” A shiver runs down your spine and your cheeks burn. Holy shit, what did she send to the hotel? Fuck. Your mind is racing and the obnoxious hum of the Uber driver’s too loud-not your taste music fades away into the background. You are too fixated on what awaits you at the hotel and then later, in her clutches.
The lobby seems entirely too bright when you walk in and you float over to the check in desk. “Hi, um..” you stammer. “I’d like to check in. I believe you have something for me too..?” The woman behind the desk smiles brightly and acknowledges you, taps her keyboard then hands you two key cards and a shipped box. “Can I help you with anything else?” she queries but you are completely lost to the world.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. She sent it. She actually sent it. You feel your excitement starting to build. You suddenly snap back to reality and the check in desk girl is staring at you. “Uh, sorry.” You blurt out. “Long flight.” She shrugs and repeats her question. You decline, thank her and excuse yourself quickly. Being careful to hold your personal items in such a way to not disclose your excitement to any casual passers by.
Up in your hotel room you are brimming with anticipation, staring at your box. Yet you don’t dare open it without permission from your Mistress. You fired off a text as soon as you were in the elevator but it feels like every second is taking an eternity. Finally, a reply. “Yes, open it. You’ll know what I want you to do with it.” The text is almost too much for you but you steady yourself and tear into the box.
Of course. Packed neatly inside the discreet box is your very own chastity device. You gulp, you were on edge before you got on the plane and now you know you’ll be in for more torment. You get so compliant and obedient when you’re locked. She knows just how to push your buttons, you can’t help but comply. The device is snug but it fits just right, you can’t help but obey and put it on. With a click, it locks securely. For a moment, you feel panic and decide to back out. Unfortunately, there’s no key in the box. Fuck. Your phone lights up… It’s a text. “Freaking out yet? You’ll have to earn that key back… This is going to be a fun trip!”
You feel yourself strain against the cage. Oh. Fuck…
“Have you been good this week?” Says the Mistress to her Slave “Yes Mistress” he murmurs, desperate to please her. She is dismissive of his begging and replies “I’ve been so generous lately, haven’t I?” She’s allowed him to have pleasure, more so than normal. He is always kept under her control, each of his orgasms but one a week he must beg for.
Such a lucky boy he is, his cock was used as a toy for a sissy earlier that week. “You even got that blowjob, that you couldn’t come from.” She laughs at him and jabs at him with her heel, teasing him with what’s between her legs. “You’re insatiable and whiny.” He always wants more play, more orgasms than he is allowed. Most of the time she is kind. Not today.
“I see that look on your face.” She has a devious smile starting to curl at the corners of her mouth, he is in for some trouble tonight. “Is it hard for you to control your cock?” Oh no. What is she planning now? “I like owning cocks.” She states, commanding him to present himself. “Did you get hard for me?” She smiles wickedly. “You’re lucky I don’t make you wear a chastity device all the time.”
Such a naughty boy he is, always begging for orgasms, maybe she’ll take them away this time or maybe he’ll be punished… “You’re lucky your cock doesn’t get you into more trouble.” she says, remembering his previous escapades before she owned him. “Chastity devices are for naughty boys, aren’t they?”