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Angry boys (and chastity)

I can always tell I’ve got a fish on the line when I get angry messages. When chastity play strikes a nerve with a boy it often means deep down he’s feeling threatened. Why would a girl locking up other guys threaten a boy who lives thousands of miles away and who is protected by the anonymity of the internet? What could I possible to do him? The answer should be obvious by now. He’s threatened because deep down he can feel the tug of temptation and he knows he’s vulnerable to it.

Here is a real conversation I had with such a boy. It’s representative of conversations just like it that I have on a weekly basis. (Emphasis and bleeping added my me.)

About three months ago:

Him: What the hell is this? Are you sh***ing me? This can’t be real. If it is you’re freaking psycho and the dudes you put those chasity [sic] cages on are f****ing idiots. This is messed up.

Me: Hello! How are you today? Thanks for your message and your feedback. I wasn’t quite clear on what aspect of my blog your feedback addresses. Could you clarify?

Him: I’m fine, thanks. I was talking about you locking chastity cages on dudes d*cks. That should have been obvious! I don’t mean to be rude but what the hell? You actually lock up dudes d*cks. Why? Do you hate men? Or are these dudes just so stupid that they let you do it? Is it some kind of freakish masochistic sex practice?

It always makes me giggle when people flip 180 when they somehow reconcile that chastity play is a sexual kink. “This is terrible!! This should be banned! Oh! It’s a sex thing? Ohhhh! I see. Well, to each their own! Carry on!”

Me: I see you’re referring to chastity play. Yes, it’s not exactly a mainstream practice but you’d be surprised how many people are into it. Millions. What bothers you about it? It’s not your penis being locked up. Why not let them do what they want to do?

Him: You’re dam right it’s not my d*ck! I would never let someone do that to me. It bothers me because it’s messed up. I mean what did these guys do to you to deserve this? I think you’re taking advantage of them. Unless they are whack and the actually want this, like, unless its a fetish or something. I don’t have a problem with what people do in the bedroom. But if you are locking them up and not letting them out then that’s on you.

Me: I can see you’ve been reading more of my posts. I can assure you that the men I keep locked do indeed want this. It feels good. It makes them feel good, really good. Better than any sex act you can imagine. They are addicted to it and can’t stop.

Him: okay…

Me: And, yes, they often beg to be let out and I almost always say no.

Him: What the actual HELL? That’s what I’m talking about. If they want out and you don’t let them then that’s dark. That’s beyond cruel. Men have needs and preventing a man from getting his nut is wrong and downright evil. It might even be illegal. You’re lucky nobody reported you yet. You can go to jail for this.

Me: Would you believe that I actually have two police officers, an ATF agent and someone who works for the “State Department” among my locked up collection of boys?

Him: Seriously? No. I don’t believe you.

Me: If you look around my blog you might even find their pictures.

Three weeks ago:

Him: Hey

Me: Hello!

Him: I was just seeing if you would respond or if you were in jail by now.

Me: No jail here. In fact I’m actually making a honey and banana sandwich in my kitchen at the moment.

Him: Are you still doing that fraky [sic] s**t?

Me: If you’re talking about locking up men and warping their brains then yes. In fact I need to send out three locks today for three new guys. Three more guys are out there somewhere shivering in fear and excitement, checking the mail every day to see if a package from me has arrived. Jealous?

Him: Hells no!

Me: Hmmm. I’m not so sure. You sure seem interested.

Him: I’m indignant, not interested.

Me: Okay. Well definitely don’t read my blog posts from this week. It’s just going to make you even madder.

Him: Thanks for the tip. I wont! [sic]

Two weeks ago:

Him: Hey again. I still don’t get it.

Me: Oh, hello there! How are you today?

Him: Fine.

Me: Isn’t it a gorgeous day? I don’t know what it’s like where you are but here the flowers are blooming and the air is cool but the sun is bright and warm. I just want to run in the fields and flop down on my back in the tall grass and just soak it all in.

Him: That’s nice.

Me: Isn’t it?

Him: I still don’t understand why you do what you do to men? Do you hate men?

Me: Absolutely not! I love men. I love them dearly and I deeply enjoy tormenting and manipulating them. You know, just for fun.

Him: That’s messed up.

Me: No, the messed up thing is that they love it more than I do. How old are you, if I may ask?

Him: 20

Me: Have you been reading more of my site?

Him: Yeah and you were right. It made me even madder.

Me: How does it make you feel when you read about how many boys I have locked up? Does it give you little tingly butterflies in your stomach?

Him: No

Me: What happens to you when I tell you how much I enjoy toying with a guy? How easy it is for me to get him locked up and how much power that gives me over him?

Him: Nothing happens.

Me: What about when I tell you that I know exactly what’s going on in your head? How do you feel when I tell you I know you’re thinking about letting me lock you up? How do you feel when I tell you I can see you imagining it right now?

Him: Shut up.

Me: Are we getting a little crowded down in the pants area? It is getting a bit hard to pretend you’re not hanging on every word I say? Maybe you should just take them off.

Him: Seriously Shut up!!!

Me: Which cage do you see yourself in? Plastic? Steel? 

Him: You’re a messed up crazy b***h. I’m out.

Me: Talk to you soon!

10 days ago:

Him: Hey

Me: Oh, hello again! How are you? Been struggling to stay away from me?

Him: No

Me: No?

Him: A little

Me: How about a lot? You’ve been trying to push me out of your mind with all your might haven’t you?

Him: Yeah.

Me: But you don’t want to resist anymore, do you?

Him: No

Me: Doesn’t it feel good that I understand you? That you’re not alone? I’m in your head with you. I know what you’re thinking and I don’t judge you.

Him: Yah. I guess.

Me: Are you touching yourself thinking about being locked up by me?

Him: n o

Me: Do I detect some one-handed typing?

Him: No! Get out of my head!

Me: As you wish but it’s going to be lonely in there. Baby, I care about you but I’m going to block you for 48 hours to help you learn your place. Don’t contact me again until you’re ready to play by my rules.

2 days later:

Him: Hi!

Him: Oh, I’m not blocked!

Me: Hello there, friend.

Him: Hello! Please don’t block me again. I will behave.

Me: I’m very glad that you’re learning and growing. It makes me sad to block people. I won’t do it unless I have to. How do you feel?

Him: Much better now that I can talk to you again.

[Lots of chat about school, work, life, ex’s, etc.]

Me: Have you been thinking more about letting me lock you up? Are you ready to start looking for cages?

Him: OMG yes! I mean yes I’ve been thinking about it. I can’t stop thinking about it. I have been looking at devices. They are all so expensive! I can’t afford any of them.

Me: That makes me so happy to hear! I’m so proud of you! I have dozens of used cages. Would you like to borrow one? If you like it you can pay me back later. If not then you can just send it back.

Him: O_O

Me: Well?

Him: I’m thinking.

Me: Well I’m going to bed soon…

Him: I’ll pass. Thanks.

20 minutes later

Him: YES! Are you still up? Yes, I want to borrow one of your devices! Please.

Me: Splendid! What size is your d*ck? And tell the truth, please.

Him: Crap! I can’t believe this is happening. 7 inches.

Me: I told you not to lie! If we get the fit wrong you’ll just end up having a bad or painful experience. Look, I don’t care about size. A penis is a penis is a penis. I care about the person that’s attached to it. It’s not like you’re going to have sex with me. Tell me the truth or we’re done. Hard and soft measurements, please.

Him: 6 and little bit when hard. 4 and a half soft.

Me: That wasn’t so hard (ha!), was it?

[Lots of back and forth about devices and shipping addresses.]

Yesterday

Him: It came! I’ve been on pins and needles waiting for it! It only took about five minutes before it got it on. It feels really nice. Cool and heavy and nice.

Me: Yippee! I’m so happy and excited for you! Don’t put that lock on yet. Only use the numbered plastic locks for now like we talked about. Just for the next few days until we’re sure about the fit.

Him: Yeah. Okay. I wish I could use the real lock.

Me: Ha ha! Patience! You are embarking on a wonderful journey. It’s not going to be easy and it will eventually end with you permanently locked and an end to your ejaculations as you know them. But the journey and the immense amount of pleasure you’ll feel will be well worth it.

Me: Are you even paying attention or are you blissing out on chastity dopamine.

Him: Sorry.

Me: What do we say?

Him: Thank you.

Me: **Thank you, ma’am.

Him: Thank you ma’am.

Me: Let’s go with ma’am from now on whenever you talk to any women. K?

Him: OK ma’am.

Yet another illustration that the most vocal opponents of something are often the most susceptible to the temptation.

“Admit it… You didn’t even notice her face was blurred. You need chastity.”

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Family Matters - Part 2

As you headed toward the living room, Stepmother made a final check of your outfit, followed by a tender kiss to your gagged mouth. The door opened and her sisters sat there sipping their wine…..they smiled and cooed at you. The weeks since you became Stepmother’s secret panty slave had been amazing, she had shown you a whole new world of devoted sissy submission and you took to it like a natural. Your Step-Aunts were now here from Romania and for the next month, you would be under further training at their hands. Both of the sisters were younger than Stepmother and both had dark hair. Silvana sat on the left, with a nasty looking whip resting in her hand, Katja was on the right, looking far more relaxed. They were wearing tight leather trousers and high heels, delicious creaking of the pants as they crossed their legs in unison.

Stepmother was in her leather skirt suit and high heel boots, hand resting on your ass. The latex maid outfit was skintight, the black, glossy patent thigh boots were difficult to walk in, especially with the legs cuffs on. Your wrists were cuffed behind you and the leather panel gag was buckled tightly over your mouth. The latex hood with maid headpiece was the flourish to your outfit as Stepmother raised the latex pinafore to reveal your black lacy panties and the gleaming cock cage underneath…..both sisters murmured in approval as you were displayed for them. Katja rose from her seat and snatched a pair of leather gloves, pulling them on tightly as she approached you. She was deceptively tall, almost your height, despite your 5 inch heels. She spun you around and you felt the gloved fingers invade your asshole. Her expression remained impassive as she continued to examine you. The invasive probing was uncomfortable, until she hit a very sweet spot and you groaned in guilty pleasure.

“He’s not yet plugged, Sister? I expected him to be fully chastised.” Stepmother reached into her jacket and produced a small butt plug.

She turned to Katja, “it wasn’t necessary yet. Young Thomas is a natural submissive……he’s very much become a beautiful and obedient sissy boy. Still, as you’re here, perhaps you can do the honour…..after all, you’re the professional Domina amongst us.”

Stepmother handed the plug to Katja, who unbuckled your gag, before you had a chance to do anything, the toy was inserted into your mouth and Katja ordered you to suck. You did as you were told and once satisfied, she took the plug from your mouth and replaced the gag. The now lubricated toy was inserted up you and the full sensation in your ass was suddenly made worse as the toy pulsed up you. Katja smiled and returned to her seat, with Silvana idly tapping the whip on her leather covered thighs. You stood swaying slightly as the anal intrusions were feeling amazing, the whole experience was surreal and you didn’t notice Silvana get up and now have her turn to inspect you.

“Are you permitting orgasms, or not?” She turned to Stepmother, who now looked a little bashful.

“Rarely….and now only through the cage. It’s difficult to resist my poor boy. He’s so much…..bigger than his Father. Seems a waste at times.”

Silvana sneered as she flicked at the cage, taking care to fondle your shaved, heavy balls. Her talon like nails digging into you, while you tried to remain silent. “I can’t be too critical, Sister. My own toy back home is a wonderful distraction…..I assume you have the strapon I sent? You can still ride your poor boy and not let him cum.”

Stepmother nodded as Silvana returned to her seat. “Where is your husband? Or should I say, the disappointment?”

You snapped back into reality…..you hadn’t even thought of him since this morning. He originally went to the airport to pick the Aunts up while you were being prepared, but you hadn’t seen him at all. Stepmother smiled and told her sisters he (Stephen) was next door……and it was time to see him. You panicked, Father didn’t know about any of this, what would he say or do? You were dressed like a latex sissy maid, caged and plugged, the feeling of nausea started to rise up and you were led away into the next room, behind the ladies.

The sight that greeted you was horrifying and bizarre. Father was sat on a dining chair, or should that be lashed to it with leather straps. He was wearing the same outfit as you, including the hood. Once he saw you, he started to buckle and thrash, gagged grunts and howls as he now realised you were also a family sissy slave. Stepmother grabbed his caged cock hard and he quieted immediately. The Aunts giggled and chatted in Romanian as you were brought before him. Stepmother pulled another of the chairs forward and placed you opposite him.

“Now, boys. This might be a little shocking for you to see this, but I think it’s for the best. This house has been running very smoothly since you are now both under my care. My sisters are staying with us for a few weeks to help me train you completely. I still have a full time job to do and they’re very happy to assume control. Stephen, you’re on holiday from work, so we don’t have to worry. Thomas, while you’re looking for a job, you will be working here for your food and your bed.”

Stepmother was handed a double ball gag from Katja and it was swiftly buckled on you both, the panel gags discarded. More humiliation followed when both of you had your panties pulled down and the cock cages were chained together. Father’s eyes widened in horror as he was now locked to you. Any movements would be painful and the drool from your gags started to pool on each other. Your ass was still being worked by the plug and you were leaking in the cage. The ladies stepped back and once again started to chat in Romanian as they sat at the dining table, with the wine flowing and the occasional molestation of Father and Son. It was just the beginning of the holiday……

Having girlfriends round for drinks: time to show your boy off.

How ironic and cruel. ❤️🙂