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Tales from the Mistress’s Realm

Firstly he looked up at me from where he knelt on the kitchen floor solitary tear running down his defeated face. That just caused my cunt to become wetter in beautifully cruel empathy. Finally he’d completed the distasteful task. His expert tongue protruded, but not out of rudeness or as a plea for pussy. On the tip was a small, very shiny key. The Mistress of Chastity reaching down, I wiped the tear from his face with my thumb. I knew the contrast of this gentle touch to my cruel demands would keep him in a state of uncertainty. Plucking the key from where he offered it on his tongue, I smiled in genuine pleasure.

“Good boy. I knew you wouldn’t let me down. My lover tastes good, right?” His eyes wide open flickered downwards. In a mix of humiliation and disgust at what he’d just done before remembering his place and looking up to reply.  “Yes, Mistress of Chastity.”

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Undoubtedly I laughed. I do love to hear my slave being forced to calmly reply the exact opposite of what his mind is screaming.

“Well he tastes even better hot, fresh and straight from the source. Of course there’s time enough for you to learn that for yourself.”

Because it took all the self-control he could muster to stop a vocal indignant, shocked rejection of that idea. It burned in his eyes but he managed to stop it reaching his mouth. As it was the sound which escaped him sounded rather like a hastily strangled cat, I laughed again. Tormenting him was such fun. But now the time had come to stop the teasing and get on with using that hard-earned key. I tucked the key into my bra for temporary safekeeping and continued.

“I promised you’d be unlocked today and I keep my promises. Follow me. And don’t you dare think about getting off your hands and knees.”

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Leaving the kitchen and leading the way. I knew my lust-crazed submissive boy wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off my stocking-covered legs. The shape of my ass underneath my office skirt. He was absolutely hooked now, his imprisoned cock and full aching balls driving his every action. The addictive sense of power and total control over him flooded my mind and pants as I made him climb the stairs behind me to our bedroom. Inside the room I reached the bed, turned around and looked down at him at my feet. He radiated sheer desperation and I could almost taste it.

“Good boy. Now stand up for me.”

While he stood somewhat shakily. I knew that the metal cage would be at its tightest and most painful since I locked it on him a very long time ago. Before me now stood a completely humiliated, very broken man. Perfect.

“Usually I’d make you strip for me, but I’m going to be extremely kind today and help you out. Aren’t I a kind Mistress of Chastity to you?”

“Yes Mistress of Chastity,” he mumbled. He fought back more tears, I could tell. My clit screamed for attention. I ignored it for now.

Tales from the Mistress’s Realm

Hence, moving closer to him, I reached for his shirt and started unbuttoning. My fingers brushed his rock-hard pecs once or twice and his tummy. When they did he’d jump like he’d been scalded standing on tip-toes I kissed his forehead and giggled.

“This is the fun part. Do try to enjoy it.”

Finally, The Mistress of Chastity let his shirt drop to the floor and undid his jeans. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, the only way he could retain control with my close proximity and the urgent need throbbing inside that locked metal cage. I helped him out of his jeans and socks together, leaving him stood in his underwear. They beautifully covered yet framed not only his perfectly tight ass but also the chastity device with which he had such an intense love-hate relationship.

“That will do for now, slave. Get on the bed.”

Also, he complied and I joined him remaining fully dressed myself. Pulling his underwear down to his mid-thighs to reveal the chastity cage, I retrieved the key from my bra and unlocked the small padlock. His breathing was now erratic and I could almost hear his heart thumping in his chest. The challenge to not reach down and rip the chastity cage from his denied cock himself must have been almost overwhelming.

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