Chastity

She’d had me tied to a chair for what seemed like a very long time indeed.

She’d been at her most subtly cruel.

Slowly she had caressed my cheek only to slap it.

After yanking my chest hair she bent and kissed where she’d hurt me.

And she alternated between rubbing my leg gently to slapping me with a riding crop.

I was very aroused.

When she took my penis into her hand I hoped she was going to offer the mercy of an orgasm.

Then the metal slid along my shaft, a leather strap around my balls and I heard a tiny lock click into place.

Duct tape was all that kept me from asking what he was doing to me. No need, she smiled and started to tell me.

“My pet I’ve just put your penis in a little prison.”

“I’ve come to feel that you don’t appreciate me and could be more attentive.”

“A week or two of chastity may be just what you need to help you learn to be more focused in pleasing me.”

“Or do you think it might take a month?”

“Three months?”

“We’ll see won’t we my pet?”