Chastity Femdom Stories

Chastity Femdom Stories

I was laying in bed, unable to move a bit. I was blindfolded, naked and gagged with panties. And not just any panties, but used panties. But not just any used panties, panties from my wife’s last date, where she fucked Casey, her new lover with a 9 inch cock. Also, my cock was trapped in a chastity belt, so I was just going crazy. My cock has been trapped in the belt for 3 weeks now and I see no sign of release. Just then, I hear the door open and someone walks in the room. I hear her start to laugh and I knew it was Mistress Andrea. She removed my blindfold for me and I got to bask in her beautiful site. She had shoulder length black hair, average looks, slim body with nice C cup breasts. She was wearing a low cut white shirt with my chastity belt key dangling between her breasts. She had on a longer black skirt and nice high heels. She laid down beside me and starting running her hands on my thighs, driving me wild with desire. She informed me that she was indeed out being

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I was in the bathroom, cleaning as usual. I was using a toothbrush to scrub the floor and I was almost done finally. I was naked of course, with my chastity belt locked around my small cock and a locking ball gag in place. In my mouth was the thong that Mistress Kendall wore yesterday while working out, so it wasn’t the most pleasant taste in the world. As I was finishing up, in walked Mistress Kendall. Her long brown hair and brown eyes were looking amazing as usual, and her tight black pants and white tank top were just perfect on her tight little body. She is about 5′8″ and very skinny with small B cup breasts but looked very nice on her. Once she walked into the room, she looked at me and laughed. She called me a pathetic wimp and kicked my ass with her beautiful foot. She then bent over and ran her manicured finger across the floor I just cleaned. She looked at her finger with anger and told me to crawl to her. She instantly slapped me as hard as she could across the face and

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My beautiful Goddess Nicole was about to get ready to go out tonight, again. This should be ok, right? It would be if she was going out with me and going to fuck me tonight and pleasure me in many ways. But nope, again, I will be left at home to clean the house and do chores and be waiting for her when she either brings her lover home or just comes home late with more chores for me to do. But, that is for later and now it is time for me to get Goddess Nicole ready for her hot date, according to her. We both walk into the bathroom together with me naked, as usual, except for my chastity belt. She commands me to undress her so I take off her shirt and bra first revealing her massive double D chest. Her blond hair is so beautiful and just compliments her body. Goddess Nicole is not skinny but not fat by any means, she is just a thicker woman with huge breasts and knows how to flaunt it as well. Next, I took her socks off and then her jeans, revealing her red thong. She told me to go

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Wearing the chastity belt for a year had been harder to bear than I’d expected. I mean, I was skeptical about it when she first suggested it, saying that she wanted me to wear it for a year to demonstrate my devotion to her, but as she slowly talked me into it I managed to convince myself that it couldn’t be all that bad, especially since I’d know it would be removed eventually. I hadn’t realized how frustrated I could get, or that frustration could actually drive me to tears.
“I really want you to do this,” she’d said. “I want to know that you’re this serious about our relationship. Please, honey, if you want me to be your Mistress, I want to know that you can take being dominated for a long time without a break.”
“You mean you want to test me,” I said, not sure whether to feel hurt or not.
“Um, yes, I do. Look, honey, do you really know that you really want to be committed to being my slave? Do you really know that you won’t get bored with it someday and want to change things? Because I’ll love you even if you’re not my slave, but if we’re going to try to be serious about this D/s thing, I do want to know it’s going to work. So yes, I am saying I want to test you.”
“Uh, yeah, I see your point. But a whole year? I mean, admittedly the idea has intense fantasy potential, but …”
“Dear, it would also please me and excite me to know that I had you locked up.” She gave me that sly smile that always sets butterflies swarming in my stomach. I think she knows it has that effect on me. “I’d enjoy,” she drew out the word ‘enjoy’ deliciously, “I’d enjoy knowing just how frustrated you were getting. I’d love knowing all the time, even when we’re apart, that you’re my slave and that you’re suffering for me.” She was getting turned on talking about it, and, well, seeing her get turned on does things to me.
“What if I can’t take it?” I asked nervously. “And does the chastity belt really work like they say? I mean, is it really practical for wearing such a long time?”
“I’ll have the key, honey. If we absolutely have to take it off, we can. But I really want you to wear it the whole year.”
We talked like that off and on for a couple weeks. I reread all my old wanking material that mentioned male chastity devices. She made sure I knew how much the idea excited her. Eventually, trembling, I agreed. That night she locked the thing on me. It was a week after her birthday.
It was deliciously exciting to have her lock me up, knowing that I couldn’t free myself and knowing that the plan was for me to wear the harness and be deprived of my manhood for twelve long months. Fear mingled with excitement, my fantasies and my nervousness played tag, and with my heart all aflutter I stood there and let her tuck me into the device and lock it on my body.
That night she played with me, and the frustration was spice added to our lovemaking. She was very gentle, stroking me here and there, and I made tender love to her with my hands and my tongue. It was frustrating not to be touched on my penis, not even to be able to get hard, but it was the kind of frustration that can be fun in bondage. “This isn’t so bad,” I thought, “This is kind of fun. A year is a long time, but at least I know the end date.”
I was so incredibly turned on when she started spreading the lube in my ass! And when she started pushing the strap-on against my opening, I was in heaven! Oh rapture, oh delight! As she fucked me, my pleasure built and built … and so did my desire for more, more, more. But never release. My cock hurt, pressing against its confinement unable to become erect. At the time the pain merely added to the delicious feast of sensations.
Eventually she tired and stopped, grinning a grin that would set fire and ice chasing each other around your soul if you saw it. And I actually howled in frustration, banging my head against the pillows and crying.
I eventually calmed down, managed to relax and sleep. And a month and a half later, desperate, even though I knew it would leave me weeping in frustration again, I knelt before her and begged her again to please fuck me in the ass. And again I flew on winds of sensation, only to come crashing down again, weeping and thrashing in frustration.
She’d given me some new rules while I was begging, little things to make our roles of Mistress and slave a bit more formal, and I’d agreed to them. Our relationship was getting a little more intense.
The next time I begged her to fuck me, she refused. She made me wait a week after I got so desperate that I was ready to beg. Oh, I still got to touch her, to enjoy her cries and moans of pleasure as I licked and nibbled. And swats from her riding crop when my own frustration and desire carried me away and I got a bit too enthusiastic, bit too hard, or went too fast.
Finally she asked me to wear her collar for a week. To work. I was shocked. I was scared. But I said yes, and she fucked me in the ass. That Monday I went into the office skittish as a kitten at the dog pound. I got a few raised eyebrows, and one or two kind comments. The real teasing didn’t start until Tuesday.
The time after that she locked the collar on and added a tag saying “Property of…”. It’s only come off when I’ve had to wear a tie since then.
“Mistress, I don’t think I can take this any longer! I’m going mad, I’m so frustrated, I mean sometimes it’s just so intense and fantastic and exciting, but then I start to get excited and I can’t get hard and it gets frustrating again. I love you and I love being dominated by you and I love feeling trapped and I even love the frustration but I’m not sure I’m strong enough to take this.”
“Oh, but you don’t have to be strong enough, darling. That’s what the lock is there for.” She smiled so sweetly, and caressed my face so tenderly that I calmed down immediately, hanging on her every word. “I really want you to do this for me. Do you think you can manage now?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said, much calmer, “I think I can. Please forgive me for … my weakness.”
“Oh, honey, I know it’s not easy. It’s not supposed to be easy. Knowing how hard it is for you, knowing that you’re suffering excites me.” I swallowed and she continued. “As a matter of fact, I’m excited now, and I think I want to fuck your cute little slave ass again.”
Things changed a little after that. Instead of making me wait until I was ready to beg for it and then making me wait some more, she started fucking me in the ass more often, at her whim. That meant I didn’t have to beg, and in some ways it made the frustration a little easier to bear, but in other ways it made it harder, because getting fucked excited me so. I think she knew exactly what she was doing.
New rules … I was her sex toy, to be used however she wanted whenever she wanted, no matter my mood or how tired I was. Well, if she’d wanted to she could have done that earlier. Still, by then it was a lot easier to get into the mood when she decided she wanted me. At first it was just another neat dimension to our game. Eventually I started feeling that I no longer had any rights to my own body. That was both scary and fantastic. And the frustration continued.
In the last few months, I settled down a bit and started coming to grips more with my situation. I got better at handling the frustration, better and not letting it get in the way of my enjoyment of pleasures sexual and otherwise. Perhaps knowing that most of my “sentence” had passed helped.
The last month she removed the key from its hiding place and started wearing it around her neck. “The year’s almost up,” she’d say, “and it looks like you’ve passed my test. Are you glad? Are you happy to know you can take being my slave, so we can make our relationship permanent?”
So yes, wearing the chastity belt for a year had been much harder than I’d imagined, but I’d survived it. I’d held out for a year, I’d passed her test, I’d proved to myself as well that I could bear such torment. I’d thought to beg her for release, but I’d never thought to use my safeword to escape.
And tonight, a week after her birthday, it had been a year. She led me to our bedroom, lit several candles, and tied me to the bed, muttering sweet compliments to me the whole time, stroking me as she would a cat. A bowl of ice sat on the bedside table, alongside a couple of neatly folded towels. A glass of something clear sat on the dresser with a plate resting on top of it. She stripped, while I watched, licking my lips, then straddled my face. “Eat me.”
She removed the chain from around her neck. She removed the key from the chain. She went to the glass of clear liquid on the dresser and uncovered it. “A toast,” she said, “to your showing me you could pass my test!” She lifted the glass, and the key.
And she dropped the key into the glass, where it fizzed and foamed and slowly dissolved.
My heart fell. Actually, I think it stopped. She watched my face, grinning, as I lay there disbelieving.
“I have a soldering iron in the bedside table,” she said very quietly. “I’m going to fill the keyhole with solder. You’re mine forever, my love.”

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This is part 2/2 of our first male chastity and femdom story. Read part one here first .
The sound of the hotel room door closing sent fear coursing through my locked up body. The thought of being exposed to a house keeper with my cock caged, ass plugged, mouth forced open with the gag and the smarting bruises stinging my cheeks was humiliating. Mistress K loves to humiliate her slaves and she knows how much it embarrasses me. Beads of sweat ran down my face and I drooled uncontrollably onto the bed sheets. I was a hot mess.
A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. Did Mistress really ask housekeeping to come and service the room? What would the housekeeper think when they see me like this? How long would Mistress be away and when would she come back? With each minute that passed my heart beat rate slowed and I started to accept my fate. After an hour of struggling in my shackles, my tight asshole being stretched open by the locked plug and the muscles in my legs burning I soon got an answer to my questions.
The knock on the door made my heart sink and I started to shake. "Housekeeping" the female voice on the other side of the door shouted. I tried to shout but the gag muffled anything I could manage. Another knock was quickly followed by the beep of a key card unlocking the door. With my head pressed firmly into the bed sheets I couldn't see who had walked into the room. I waited for a scream or shouting, but instead I heard the click of high heels on the floor walking behind me. Mistress K had returned and she wasn't alone. A second pair of heels clicked on the floor towards the bed.
"Look at him. My not so obedient slut slave exposed for the beautiful Mistress T. I hope you've thought long and hard about your mistakes and won't be making them again. We don't want you to make Mistress look bad in front of her friend now do we?"
Mistress T is a stunning dominatrix friend of Mistress K. She's a tall, busty blonde goddess that towers over her slaves and practises strict disciple. It's easy to understand why Mistress K loves her as they're very alike. Having her see me like this was very embarrassing and my cock shrivelled up in the cage.
"They're some gorgeous bruises you've created on that plugged ass darling. I wonder if they're sensitive". Mistress T's sharp, manicured nails dug into the bruises and ran them down the back of my thighs making me cry out.
"Don't you dare move slave" Mistress K barked. "Do exactly what we say and you might just earn yourself a reward.”
Both Mistresses walked over to the table in the corner of the room and picked up a number of the toys. The crack of whip made my balls tighten and took me by surprise. Mistress T had obviously brought her own bags of toys to use on me. Knowing what toys Mistress K had packed for her trip based on the picture that she'd sent me earlier that day somewhat prepared me for what was going to come. Now I felt unprepared, more vulnerable and my heart raced thinking about all of the possibilities. I could lie and say I didn't enjoy that state of mind, but won't; I loved it.
“I need to freshen up and change into my outfit darling. Would you mind giving me a hand?”
“It would be my pleasure” Mistress K responded with a smile.
Both of the Mistresses disappeared into the bathroom with the door left wide open. I could hear everything but couldn't see a thing. The shower turned on and the wardrobe door opened in the room. Coats were hung up, a bag was unzipped, clothes were thrown on the floor and a quiet moan escaped the lips of Mistress T as hands ran over her now naked body. Before steppin
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