Like all stories, this one starts long ago and far away…
We begin with just two characters for our story, the Mistress and the Submissive. Our setting: a lovely modern living room, open plan with the dining and kitchen, tasteful lighting, and a classic muted palate with jewel tones for accents. On a couch with an extended chaise, leaning elegantly back onto fluffy teal and emerald pillows, the Mistress waits, seeming amused. She is fully dressed, wearing tailored dress pants in a deep charcoal, a thin gold tone belt, and a deep crimson silk dress shirt tucked in. On her feet, tasteful closed toe pumps in patent black. Her makeup is immaculate, her nails long and shapely in a red to match her shirt, and she wears her hair pulled back with a golden clip near the nape of her neck. A long gold chain dips between her breasts, with a simple golden key as the charm. Meanwhile, the Submissive is nowhere to be seen.
Given that our Mistress is fully clothed, and this is a CFNM story, I’d wager you can guess what the submissive male is wearing.
If you guess the Submissive in our story is buck ass naked, you’re mostly correct! He is nude, but for one little accessory tucked away nice and snug over his cock. The Submissive has a lovely gilt colored chastity cage, and nothing else on. Currently hiding in a lovely bathroom, with a bright blush on his cheeks and wildly mussed hair, the Submissive seems to be arguing with himself about whether or not he’s going to go join the Mistress in the living room or not. Leaning heavily on the vanity, he stares into his own eyes in the mirror, and finally screws up his courage, as with a muttered ‘Fuck it’ he heads towards the inevitable waiting for him on the living room couch.
At last, our Mistress and naked Submissive’s eyes meet.
The Submissive, of course, instantly drops his eyes to the ground, and seems to become rooted in place, his hands cupped over his caged cock. The Mistress looks at him, toe to hair and back down again, and laughs. “Oh my, you are a sight. Come over here and let me really see you!” She points to a spot on the brocade rug before the couch, and lazily runs the key along it’s chain, making it rattle along that chain and drawing the Submissive’s eyes once more. Spurred into action, he stumbles a bit, but does manage to cross the room and kneel before the couch. “Tsk,” said the Mistress “you know how to kneel properly, so get into your position.”
With a trembling sigh, the Submissive obeys.
He kneels, hands clasped behind his back, perfectly balanced with his ass over his heels and his knees spread wide. This position causes him to straighten his spine, throw his chest forward, and then he drops his shoulders and raises his chin. The very picture of a submissive pet on display. The quick grin on the Mistress’ face is the only indication she gives of her approval, as she leans forward and removes the chain from around her neck. Her slim hands make fast work of unlocking the chastity cage, allowing the Submissive’s cock to slide to freedom. It instantly becomes erect, and beings to throb visibly. The Mistress smiles, pleased, at the clear proof of his obedience and desire.
A caged chastity submissive will do a lot of humiliating things to earn a good cock teasing.
Kneeling there totally nude, and vulnerable, letting his Mistress run her hands over his skin, tweak his nipples and then utterly ignore his cock, all while he begins to sweat and breathe heavily, the Submissive sways forward a bit. With a gentle wag of a teasing fingertip, the Mistress urges him back into perfect position. “Now, you do not have permission to cum for me, not yet anyway. So try not to make a mess on the rug!” At last the Mistress begins to tease his cock, stroking slowly along the underside with the tips of her fingers, amusing herself with the way it twitches and jumps, and dribbles pre-cum along its length. As she teases his cock, she smiles, enjoying the feel of his hard and hot dick, and how truly wretched and desperate his face looks.
Want to know how the story ends?
I could simply tell you that the Mistress teases his cock, making him squirm and beg for a while, and then tells him to go take a cold shower and locks him back into chastity. That is one way our CFNM story could end. Or I could tell you that he begs and pleads, and she eventually stops teasing him and simply works his cock until it begins to spurt, but removes her hand and ruins that orgasm for him. Maybe she gets a plate and has him cum onto it, and then clean it up afterward. Or maybe she enjoys having a naked make hard and horny begging so much that she leaves him like that all evening, occasionally teasing his cock to keep him on the edge, and winds up treating him more like a piece of living art. How do you think this story should end? Consider it a choose your own adventure tale, and then pick up your phone and call me.
Because the real ending to the story is the one we write together.
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Maybe she persuades him to get tied up in the chair and tricks him into thinking he’ll get a nice orgasm. But then once she has him secured in bondage, she proceeds to tie a vibrator to his dick. Then she laughs and says, “See you later, loser… Try not to make too much of a mess on my floor. I’ll be back in a couple hours.” *clicks the switch to “ON”*…. *buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…..*
Now that is an excellent ending… er, middle? middle to the story!
Very well written and tantalizing!
I’m glad you like it, Mary Fae! And that you’re enjoying your treasure hunt for all my blogs and little dirty stories. What do you think, should we add some chastity to your ongoing feminization training?
What ending will we write? I like the idea of the scenario staying similar but having a different twist each time. CFNM is crazy exciting
Every good erotica has a ‘happy ending’, right Harper? Right? So, only the beginning should be a mystery…
SEVEN DAYS EARLIER
Both of the characters were at a seedy dive bar with some local no-name GnR cover band providing the background noise.
The male in the story had purchased the Mistress a drink, in a feeble attempt to take the finest woman he had ever seen at the bar home for a one-night stand.
Seeking some amusement the Slash wannabe who missed a lot of notes on the stage could not provide, she accepted the drink and allowed him to strike up a conversation with her.
During the course of the conversation, the Mistress started to spin her web by making it quite clear that she was a Dominant woman and that she did not think he had it in him to satisfy her carnal cravings, that he could not pass ‘the test’.
Men are so predictable, he saw this as a challenge he could not refuse, he had to show her he had it in him. So quickly downed another shot and asked ‘What test?’
‘Two weeks in chastity,’ the Mistress replied, ‘If you can not make it through two weeks of chastity, the only use you are to me is as my plaything to be toyed with and teased.’
He found the thought of being her plaything to be toyed with and teased enticing, but he wanted to have her, to add her panties to his drawer of trophies in his ‘alpha male’ sexual conquests. That she even saw him as her plaything only drove his desire to prove his alpha status even more. Her web had been spun, the fly was on its way.
Whether it was the bourbon or just poor judgement, we will never know, but he accepted the challenge and allowed the Mistress to put the gilt colored chastity cage on his cock.
Two weeks without even being able to physically get an erection. That should be easy, right Harper? right?
What the poor sucker didn’t realize is that for someone without previous experience in chastity, making it two weeks was about as likely as this story having a ‘happy ending’.
By day seven, he had been driven absolutely bonkers. Each day in that cage had been worse than the previous day, and this ‘alpha male’ came to realize there was no way he could make it, he had to get that cage off, he just had to.
So there he was, knocking on the door of his new Mistress, ready to concede his defeat.
She sent him into the bathroom where he was to strip completely naked, ready to be teased and toyed with for her amusement, exposed and vulnerable. But he had made a deal, he had to honor it…
I love it already because you do it to me relentlessly!
Oh boy, mistress sounds beautiful, impecable! I really like the hair pulled back and the gold chain between her breasts, that is teasing!
DO put me on my knees this way next session, PLEASE! I can’t imagine how long I would last with you physically teasing my cock, slowly stroking the underside with your fingertips!
How would it end? If it were me, and it is, you would leave me in the center of the room stripped bare, pick up your phone and make a few calls. I can’t quite hear you though. You speak with a whisper, giggling every so often. It’s torture, who is she calling and why? Why so many calls?
Time ticks bye extra slow. You look at me every so often, wink, then burst out laughing.
I am confused but captive. Not restrained but I have no power of my own to move.
You allow me to stroke every so often but just enough to keep me desperate and hard. You laugh at me and say “Oh look at you! You are a fluffer for yourself! HA ha ha ha ha!”
“You are such a little BITCH!”
Suddenly I can see car headlights coming up the driveway, flashing and lighting up the room as they manuever to park.
Car doors slam, one, two, three, four, five… too many, I’ve lost count. Voices, all of them bantering at the same time, I can’t make out what they are saying. I can only hear lots of giggling and laughing.
You play dumb, “Well, who could that possibly be at this hour?”
I guess I should fling the door open and see…”
I hear greetings and laughing, lots of laughing. I can only make out someone saying “Is he in there?”
“Yes, and I have hime ready for all of you, of course…”
15, then 20… more. I finally count 24 women, all dressed the same, impeccable, all friends of yours. Every one takes a seat around the room. The wine comes out and all eyes are on me…
Women are relentless when they’re all together and they’re having fun.
There is nothing anyone can do to stop it. You gave each one full permission to do or tell me what to do as they like, right after you went to the kitchen and came back with ‘utensils’ and the 500 loads you made me save…