R.’s Release

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You’ve been wondering about poor R.and his sore nipples, haven’t you? I didn’t let them get too sore, never fear. Why would I? That would mean less fun for me!

Eventually I took pity on the poor boy. He was adjusting quite well, actually, except for a tendency to be a bit twitchy sometimes. Other than that,having him in chastity was heaven. He was very willing. Not that he’s not always but after an extended period of chastity there was very little he wouldn’t do to make me happy. I didn’t take advantage of this, of course. Ha! Yes, I did.

R. usually finds it a turn on to do housework. He says it’s because it’s a subtle reminder of the control I have over him. Unlike the more obvious reminders, like tying him to a chair or locking up his cock and balls! I think that’s part of what excites him. I also think part of it is doing the work in the nude! This time we did things a little differently. I made him wear a frilly little pink apron. Ordinarily he would have been at least quizzical about this but with the chastity thing happening he was not only open to something new, he was eager. Lovely!

Sometimes I feminize R. He gets off on the humiliation aspect as well as the sensual feel of female clothing. Doing the cleaning and wearing the girly apron was the same but different. He was humiliated, vulnerable and aroused, all at the same time. Of course, it didn’t help his concentration when I kept playing with his naked ass every time I passed him. *chuckle* By the time the dusting was done that little apron had a noticeable bulge in the front!

R. had become somewhat accustomed to chastity by then. He also knew begging wasn’t going to get him anywhere! But he was really overcome by the sensations after his cleaning stint. Right there, wearing his little pink apron and still clutching his duster, he got on his knees and begged for release. Oh, he was a pretty sight! Totally helpless to do anything but beg to be allowed to cum. I said no. He begged harder. I said no. He was so frustrated tears formed in his eyes. I laughed. He began to offer me things but, of course, being a slave he was in no real position to bargain. It amused me to hear him try. Finally, I agreed. I took off his device and said he could have an orgasm if he could accomplish it then and there, before I counted to 20. I began to count, he began to stroke. He was so desperate I couldn’t keep from laughing. Plus, I was hoping that would distract him a little. But he surprised me and, right on the stroke of 20, he stroked himself off.

Before he lost that wonderful slave attitude, I pulled his hands behind his back and cuffed him. Then I locked him right back up again.  I can be cruel when it suits me. And, oddly, that suits R. just fine.


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