Imagine, if you will:

A man, a woman, a Mistress.

The man and woman seek counsel/direction from the Mistress on the matter of chastity.  Chastity for him, to be precise.  So rules are agreed upon, a contract is signed, and the Mistress locks the man in a chastity device.

The reasons don’t matter.  Perhaps the man has become overly fond of his hand at the expense of the woman’s sexual satisfaction.  Perhaps he is being punished for some other transgression.  Perhaps he just wants a “clean” jizz-free period.  Or pehaps there is no reason at all.  These are my imaginings, after all.  Reasons are irrelevant.

As this scenario develops in my mind, I name the players to help my imaginary chastity story along.  The woman is Bella.  The man is Fortes.  The Mistress…

Well, you don’t really need to be told who the Mistress is, do you?  😉

Annnnnnd…

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“I didn’t think this would be so hard,” Fortes says from his place on his knees in front of Her feet.

Her lips twitch as she listens to his lament.  Of course you didn’t think it would be hard.  You just believed your own fantasy that being locked in chastity would make your cock hard, and keep it that way.

For 23 days, She has followed the intent – if not the letter – of the contract.  (The ‘letters’ were for Bella and Fortes; she doesn’t believe in restricting herself such.)  She has supervised their play, given instructions to Bella for keeping Fortes on edge, and required sexual service from both of them – Fortes being subservient to Bella and both being subservient to Her – that stretched their limits.

For 23 days, She has required daily reports.

She has allowed each of them weekly requests.

For 23 days, She has maintained control.  Control of their sex lives, individually and collectively.  Control of Bella’s orgasms.  Denial of Fortes’ orgasms through enforced chastity.  Denial that has entailed the continual lock-up of Fortes’ penis.  Denial that has allowed only She and Bella – in that order – the right to touch his genitals.  And touch him She has.  To tease his cock to thick straining hardness against his cage, to massage and squeeze his balls to such a constant state of fullness that the front of his trousers are constantly wet from the flow of precum he can’t control.  To make him beg.  To tell him no.  To make it clear that he is not in control.

For 23 days, he has had no control.  None.  Not over his sex organ, or over his sexual activities.

And because of that, he has not cum.  At all.

Which was the whole point.

The point of the rules.  The point of the contract.  The point of the cock cage.

And now, just over halfway through their six-week agreement, Fortes has lodged his first complaint.

She knew it was coming, of course.  Just as She knows what is coming next.

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