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So last you heard of how I was torturing and humiliating my pathetic slave bitch and I mentioned I left his webcam on all night. Well he was on chat roulette and it seems that a stripper from a local strip club saw him and thought the whole thing was so funny she told some of her friends. I met with her and we decided that we should bring him to the club for a special night. So I sent him to the club packed with plenty of viagra and off he went into the champagne room. Several of the girls decided to tease him as they forced him to undress and they put him in a little slave girl costume. It was so funny. He was wearing this itty bitty bikini and his cage was very visible with a heavy collar around his neck and high heels. Then he was made to strip for the girls at the club and do some pole tricks. Then the girls made him call a humiliation phone sex number and tell the mistress everything that he is doing. He gave the phone to the strippers and the dominatrix told the girls things to do to humiliate him. They teased him by sitting on his lap and even pretending to want to suck his cock but they were unable to because of the cage… they put makeup on him, wrote humiliating things on his body and made sure he paid them a lot of money. He was hurting and totally humiliated in front of these hot girls but he knew as soon as I walked in trouble was going to start. I was plotting in another room with one of the strippers and once he was totally humiliated and dressed like a sissy whore I attached a leash to his collar, handcuffed his wrists behind his back and went up the street to a gay club with a few of the girls. I rented out a private room in the club, we brought the slave into the room and there was a chair waiting for him with a huge 12 inch dildo attached to it.
Stay tuned to hear what happens next.
An update on my slaves chastity punishment.
The cock cage has been on my slave for quite a while now. The regular viagra training with orgasm denial has really taught the poor fucker a lesson. Of course lately he has been begging for release, talking about his blue balls and how nothing could possibly be worse than the pain he was experiencing right now. He also insisted that he would do anything, absolutely anything if I would allow him to cum. So I decided that stage 2 of his punishment was in order. Nothing a bit of brutal cbt can’t cure *evil grin*
Yesterday morning I woke him up with a swift kick in the stomach wearing my favorite ballbusting boots. Tight black leather boots that lace up to my knees with a sharp but sturdy 4″ stiletto heel. As he groaned I told him that if he is lucky today I might give him the opportunity to cum. Like a puppy dog his face perked up and suddenly it was as if I told him he won the lottery or something.
I took off his cage and told him to get on his knees and spread his legs apart. He was going to experience the cock and ball torture session of his life! I started by circling around him… I told him I wanted to hear him beg to cum. He started to whine and beg on command like a pathetic whore. I took care of it by swiftly kicking him in the balls 5 times in a row. At first he was shocked and then he simply doubled over in pain. I looked down at him on the ground and just spit right in his face.
You say you want to cum… prove it… if you are still begging to cum by the end of this session I will let you… of course by the time I am done with you, you will probably never cum again. Not because you will be locked up, although you will be but simply because you will be physically unable to cum. I laughed as I slammed my spiked heel right into his left testicle.
We continued for several hours. I forced him to stroke and edge over and over again and each time he got to the edge I would kick him in the balls the same number of minutes it took him to edge from the last one. So if it took him 20 minutes to edge the first time he got 20 kicks if it took him 5 minutes the next time he got 5 kicks etc. I created a mixture of cayenne pepper and cinnamon oil and forced him to rub it on his balls and then using sounds force it down his cock. The burning was incredible and the screams put a smile to my face.
I then forced him to go on webcam so a few of my friends could watch him as he tried to pee. It was so agonizing.
Then my friends and I took turns punishing and humiliating him. By the time I was done he was begging to never cum again just so I could make the pain stop.
When I finally tired of him I put a soap gag in his mouth, I gave him an ice cold enema and left his cock and balls covered in the cayenne concoction. I also decided to be nice and opened a can of cat food and dumped it on the floor. I kept him tied up and told him that when I came back in the morning there better not be a thing on the floor. I also left the webcam running all night so that anyone who wanted would be able to tune in and watch how he struggled, suffered and cried the entire night. Him eating that bar of soap was particularly amusing… especially since he knew that the floor had to be spotless when I returned.
Stay tuned for the next part of his punishment.
There is a cage for every cock, I always say. Its funny how unruly men suddenly learn to behave the moment they are locked in chastity. No matter what you do, when you don’t have 100% control of their cocks there is always going to be disobedience. Suddenly, when you slap a chastity belt on them they become docile little kittens. No grumbling, no fussing just good chaste boys.
I think its very important for us women to really remember this. I mean we keep learning the same lessons over and over again. Boys, left to their own devices, will be boys. If we want true service and obedience I think chastity is an essential component.
Last week, I caught one of my boys masturbating without permission. Oh sure the little bitch tried to fake it and denied it, but I am hardly an idiot and eventually he confessed and got severely punished. I also put his cb6000 back on. It made me question why I ever removed it. Well, he wore it for months, he was so well behaved and then he got an ingrown hair and I didn’t want to make things worse. Off it went and what was supposed to be a few days turned into a few months. Shortly after it was removed his behavior started to deteriorate, his attitude and obedience got worse with each day. I should have put the cock cage back on then, he was in serious need of chastity punishment but I was foolish and look where it got me. His little 4 inch dicklet trying to rub one off while pretending to be doing his chores!
Bad bad boy! I think another thing I need to work on is how needy boys get when they are kept in chastity. I mean I know a man supposedly thinks about sex every 5 minutes but I don’t need to hear about it. The constant whining, as if I don’t know that they are locked up. Yes, I fucking know… remember, I put you in the chastity belt? I have tried things like extending the time they are kept in chastity each time they whine about it but it doesnt help, they just find other ways to remind you about it. I think I am going to have to be pretty creative and find some other ways to punish them for wasting my time and irritating me. Obviously I will release you when I decide the time is right and I won’t forget you are locked up lol. How can I when I wear the key around my wrist? lol Thats just a lovely reminder of their painful situation. And yes, I am allowed to be cruel and sadistic and tease them about their little situation. They however are not allowed to bring it up.
Oh, and for the record. I am so pissed at this boy for trying to sneak an orgasm in and I don’t even know how many he may have been able to get away with without me knowing (he swears none but I know better) I think perhaps a year locked up would be appropriate… perhaps two. Hmmm two years in chastity… sounds good to me. I will keep you updated on his chastity punishment.
Obviously he needs more than just being locked up I think what he did demands a bit more than a severe case of blue balls. Perhaps some public humiliation… that’s always good for some fun and a few laughs. Nothing better than entertainment at a slaveboys expense lol. I will let you know what I decide to do next. I have a very naughty boy to punish.

{ February 11, 2010 @ 1:42 am }
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Men are so pathetic I just can’t stand it. So I am waiting for the train today and some guy walks up to me and
literally stands so close I can feel his breath on my body while he stares down at my feet. I step away and just
ignore it waiting for this train that seems to be taking forever today. So then he says hi… still not looking at
my fucking face so I step away from him and say my face is up here… what do you want? So he starts stuttering
about how beautiful I am and he was wondering if I needed any help cleaning my house or anything. I of course start
cracking up and tell him… first of all, who the fuck do you think you are even talking to me and why the hell
would you think that I would invite someone like you, a total stranger into my fucking house and allow your filthy
hands to touch my things. So this moron stutters saying ummm I can wash my hands if you like… I’m sorry and then
starts crying like a little baby. This guy is like 50 years old too. I mean how fucking pathetic can you get? Of
course I am sure a good dose of humiliation was able to help him right along with his day. Maybe I should have just
given him the number to a professional dominatrix or something. Nah… that would have been to kind for his sorry
ass. I doubt he would have been any good at cleaning anyway. At least he had the sense to not get on the train with
me. He just stood there crying on the platform while everyone laughed at him.
At least the rest of my day seems to be going well.
So I was out for my morning run this morning and I had some guy approach me and tell me I am hot. Okay, whatever, no shit… so I just say I know and continue my run. He starts to follow me, telling me how I need a real man to satisfy me and that I have never seen a real man… well up until I met him it seems. This moron is going on and on and I was ignoring him at first and then I kid you not… he pulled down his pants! Right there on the fucking sidewalk. So of course I have to take a look. Now first of all he has a raging hard on and is like 4 inches fully erect. Now I have seen a lot of things but this surprised even me. So I ask him what the fuck is that? he replies uhh my big hard cock, you know you want a piece of this. So I tell this freak exactly what I think of him and his tiny ass sissy dick. First of all, that is not a cock… maybe a cocklette but it needs a lot more growing to do before a real cock grows to fill those sissy panties you are wearing. I mean I my big toe is bigger than your little mr. stumpy down there. Also, who the fuck do you think you are that you waltz up to me and even try to talk to me. I mean you are so far beneath me that you don’t even deserve to look at me let alone flash that disgusting, pathetic excuse for a dick in front of me. Not only that… but what the fuck is with your choice in underwear… I mean I know that regular mens underwear would be too big for you… you know with all that extra space where a cock belongs and all, but a thong? I mean really what kind of loser are you that you have to go around in sissy panties and then think some girl would really want to have anything to do with you. Maybe next time you should just go to Victorias Secret and shop their pink collection. I am sure you can find all kinds of appropriate panties that would fit your pathetic small penis perfectly.
What a way to start a day. Well hopefully the rest of my day goes better, I can only suffer so much stupidity before I fucking go insane.
And to all you losers reading this blog… keep your small dicks to yourself. No one wants to see them. In fact… do humanity a favor and go crawl into a cave somewhere and stay out of sight completely.

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This should be in the chastity stories. Carol and I had been dating for a little more than 18 months when I finally got up the nerve to ask her to marry me. She agreed, holding me tight, and kissed me, at first gently, then more passionately, teasing me with her lips and tongue. She is a great kisser, I can assure you. But Carol came from a very conservative, church-going family, and our sex life had consisted of a lot of passionate necking and my wandering hands, but she had convinced me that we should wait until our wedding to learn the joy of sex together.
Weeks rushed by in a blur, and finally, the big day arrived. After a great ceremony attended by most of our friends and family, we set out for our honeymoon week, a rustic cabin complete with a fireplace, king-size bed, and a hot tub. I was crazy with anticipation. Carol has full, firm breasts and a small waist, but it is her butt that really stops traffic- perfectly curved, she looks fantastic in a tight pair of jeans. I think she wore her tightest pair that day, to whet my appetite!
After supper, she suggested that I get into bed after I had removed all my clothes. I was a little disappointed that SHE was not going to strip me, but then I remembered that she was very shy. I was about to get the surprise of my life.
“Michael, would you be upset if I suggested we do something- well, something some people might call kinky?”
I got about twice as hard while stammering something like, “No, Honey, what did you have in mind?”
With a sly smile, she reached into her purse and pulled out not one, but two pairs of handcuffs. They had been a “gag” wedding gift from a friend at her bridal shower, but she intended to put them to use.
I eagerly agreed, and she quickly cuffed my wrists to the head of the bed. She then said she would be back in a moment after she changed for bed. I expected her to return in some sort of lacy nightgown; my eyes almost bulged from my head, though, when she came out of the bathroom wearing black fishnet stockings , high heeled black ankle strap shoes, black garter belts, and long black arm stockings- and nothing else. Her breasts were magnificent, her body stunning.
What followed was an unbelievable night of sex. She kissed me and used just one hand on me to keep me hard for what seemed like hours, saying how much she liked her new toy. I was stunned when she massaged herself with my shaft and came twice, while I was still throbbing and without relief.
She ran her hands over my handcuffs, making sure they were secure, and then went back to her slow stroking, driving me crazy. Finally, she mounted me and rode me slowly.
When I began to thrust up to her, she would just slide off. “Hold still!” she demanded.
“I’m in charge here- I’ll say how fast, and when you finish. Start that bouncing around again, and I’ll go sleep on the couch- and leave you here.
” Stunned, I did as she said- and after another 30 minutes of slow grinding, she let me cum- I thought I was dying. My whole body spasmed with the most intense, powerful, breath-taking orgasm I have ever had. We drifted off to sleep together, me still handcuffed, her head on my chest.
I awoke the next morning to the smell of frying bacon. My hands were still handcuffed. I was starting to get a little annoyed- I needed to take my morning trip to the bathroom- but she insisted on serving me breakfast in bed. Since I was still handcuffed , she fed me- it was very hot because she was still wearing only stockings and heels. Then she got a really serious look on her face and began to speak.
“Michael, have you noticed how happy my parents are? Don’t you wish our marriage could be like theirs?”
I had to admit that they seemed like the perfect couple. They were always smiling and laughing together and seemed very close. Her Dad seemed to always be doing some little thing for her Mom- shopping for her, helping clean the house, going on errands, etc.
“Mom told me the secret of her marriage. She has always been the center of Dad’s life because she has made certain that she would always be the most important person in his life. My grandmother went through a terrible divorce; my granddad had an affair with her, and Grandma never got over it.
Mom was determined to never let that happen to her. That’s why she took certain steps to make sure her husband would be faithful to her. I intend to take those same steps as you.” By now I was really confused, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.

Carol reached into a box I had not noticed before and removed an SSL Chastity Cage. (I have read some chastity stories and I knew it was some sort of chastity device, but I had never actually seen one before.). She informed me that she was going to lock the device on me, and if I really loved her, I would submit to her control of my sex life.
She assured me that she would remove the device every night, so it did not seem too bad. After some trial and error, she settled on the 45″ ring and locked the device on. That night I eagerly looked forward to having the device removed for another night of torrid lovemaking.
She grinned at me and said, “Sure, I’ll remove it- and soon as your hands are chained to the head of the bed.”
When I began to protest, she just said that her Mom had been cuffing her Dad to their bed since their wedding night, and she intended to do just the same with me.
“Of course, you don’t ever have to be handcuffed, if you really don’t want to. But I won’t take the CB off unless you do. Handcuffed the Cb comes off; no handcuffs and it stays on. Your choice!”
I reluctantly agreed to the handcuffs and was soon chained securely to the bed once again.
Carol removed the CB, stiffened me, straddled me, and began a long, slow ride. I was warned not to move- there would be no orgasm for me if I did- so I remained motionless, throbbing, while she slowly slid up and down on me. Sometimes she would stop, slide off me, and then use my member to massage herself to a long, slow orgasm, telling me how good she felt, before remounting me. I only came twice that week, but she came several times each day.
She now has total control over me. The CB is very secure and escape-proof. Evenings find me doing most of the cooking and cleaning. I must always spend at least 30 minutes between her legs. Licking her until she comes at least once, but often twice.
Then it is off to bed. The routine seldom varies. She likes to strip me naked, which makes me ache inside the C
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