Your work done for another day, you kneel in the kitchen, waiting. She’s been out in the garden all morning.
It took so long for you to be able to keep the house how she wants it. Almost six months since you moved in, and still no release, spending the days cleaning up after her.
Almost six months of cuddling up naked with her in bed and eating her pussy while your cock remains trapped in hell. Longer still since you were locked in this cage. But you need her so bad. So bad...
As she enters the room her perfume goes straight to your head. Your heart pounds and your cock pulses uselessly in its cage, unable to grow at all.
Step 2:
“Hey honey, I hope you’re well this morning. I’ve a surprise for you Later...”
You hope against hope that your training is over and you can just be with her. You need her so bad. Your whole existence aches for her. Your breath quickens at the thought as much as it can in the tight corset.
“Now, you’ve been doing so well keeping the house, my devoted maid, and you look so cute in that outfit, I’ve decided to be kind. I’m taking the last two weeks off of your chastity time!”
Step 3:
Not being with her, but finally out of this belt? At last! It's been so long you don’t even care if you cum, you just need to get hard. Hard for her, so beautiful, so perfect.
“Before we do that though, why don’t you crawl over here and kiss all the way up my legs?”
You do as she asks. The embarrassment of crawling on the floor in front of her, or being dressed as her maid, barely registering in your conscious mind by now. You plant your lipstick-painted lips on her perfect smooth flesh, desperate to please her—anything for relief.
Step 4:
“Good boy. Now, let’s get your dress off of you, and mine off of me. I want you in just your lingerie and heels.”
Oh god she’s hot. The pulse in your cock quickens. You fumble at the dress in your hurry, your long pedicured nails and long, silky, girly-cut hair getting in your way.
“Good boy, now get those French knickers off, but I want your suspenders back in place afterwards.”
More fumbling. You calm your mind, desperately trying not to think about her there, standing over you, almost naked, so hot, so perfect. You try not to think about how you’re dressed, sissified and slutty, humiliating and embarrassing. But anything for her.
Step 5:
“Now honey, I want you to tell me how hot I am, how much you love me, and how you will, using your words, ‘do anything’ to please me.”
You bear your soul to her. Her scent is overwhelming, going straight to your fast dizzying brain. You love her so much, need her so much, want her so much. Anything to be with her. Anything. She’s all you can think about.
Step 6:
“Well then honey, if that’s the case, I’m going to unlock you soon, but first I want to explain the next step of your training.”
Please no more, you can’t take this. You need her so much.
“Now, first, I’m going to teach you to fuck me with a strap-on, while locked in your tight steel chastity belt. I want you to learn to be able to fuck even if you can’t feel anything except my hips against yours, and even if your cock is distracting you in its tight little prison. You need to be able to ignore me panting and moaning 'Oh yeah!' and 'Fuck me!' and concentrate on getting me off.”
Oh god, please no, that will be torture!
Step 7:
“Mmmm, the thought of you fucking me hard, several times a day, with a nice big hunk of plastic. Oh honey, it’s such a turn on. Let me hear you beg to do it. Beg me to keep you locked up and have you fuck me with a nice big strap-on.”
Yes, anything, please, anything just to be with you. Oh god, her smile. So beautiful, you can’t look away.
“Good boy. Now, as for the second part. In having you fuck me like this, I’m teaching you to fuck me like a girl would. But there’s more to fucking like a girl than that...”
Step 8:
“I’m going to be fucking you with the strap-on too! I’ll have you suck and deep-throat it, before I bend you over and fuck you doggy style.”
NO! Please no! Not that. Anything, but please not that! You need to fuck her so bad.
“Now I know it’ll be hard for you, so I’ll be doing several things to help you. First, I’ll be keeping you wearing a locking-dildo gag whenever you’re not eating, or pleasing me with your tongue.”
No, not that either! There must be some way out of this. But at least you’ll be out of the belt, one step closer to fucking her. So horny, need her so much.
Step 9:
“Second, I’ve bought a series of butt-plugs. We can slowly build you up, making sure it doesn’t hurt too much when I’m fucking you. Also, as I’ll have you wear one constantly, you eventually won’t like having your arse empty, so you’ll grow to love being fucked all the more.”
No, not that! You want to fuck, not be fucked. You want her so bad, she’s so hot and so perfect. You desperately search for a way out, a way to be with her without all this, but you’re too horny to think.
Step 10:
“Finally, I’ll keep you locked in that cage. You’ll get so horny, you’ll start to appreciate it as your only form of release. It’ll teach you to crave it. Soon you’ll be like a horny girl who wants her boyfriend to fuck her, who needs a nice big cock in her.”
Oh god, she’s going to go through with that! You know you should run, but where? You have nothing, no money, no clothes, no place to go. Trapped here, with her, the most perfect and beautiful woman ever.
You look into her eyes, as her scent wafts over you. You know you’ll do all this for her, even though you don’t want to. Into hell, all for her.
Step 11:
“Now, I need to know you're OK with this. So, I want you to beg me to do it to you. Beg me to keep you locked in chastity, butt-plugged and dildo-gagged, so we can fuck each other with massive dildos. Go on honey, beg me, so I know you love me and will do anything for me.”
Fighting back the tears of horror, horniness, and frustration, you look up at her and beg. You beg her to take away the last vestiges of your manhood. You beg her to deliver another humiliating session in your training. You beg her to do everything she wants to you.
Step 12:
“Oh honey, you're so sweet and so obedient. OK then, let’s unlock you. I know it’ll take you a while to be ready to cum, since I trained you to need at least thirty minutes of hard, fast stroking right on the edge before you’re able to cum. So, better get to work stroking for me to another ruined orgasm.”
Oh god, you’d forgotten. The other training. Everything you have to do to be allowed to cum.
Your every inch of flesh flushes with embarrassment. There you are, after almost a year in chastity, even longer since your last proper orgasm. Dressed in stockings and suspenders and heels. Your corset pulling you into a girly figure, underneath the false breasts held in place by the bra. Your beard and body hair permanently removed, gone forever.
On your knees, stroking your cock with your moisturised, pedicured hands. The nail varnish matching the rest of your makeup, keyed to your long, girly hair.
Step 13:
At last, after what feels like forever, with a single finger on your cock-head, you bring yourself to a ruined orgasm, your entire body shaking, your head awash with the sight of her, her perfume surrounding your whole being, perfect and beautiful her.
“Aren’t we forgetting something?”
Reluctantly, you bend over and eat and lick your cum from the floor. It tastes awful as ever, but knowing it’s what she wants sends an odd thrill down your spine.
Then, although you hate it, you lock yourself back into the tight cruel steel of the nightmare belt. Knowing it's what she wants, you feel suddenly at ease when you hear the snap of the lock for goodness knows how long.
Step 14:
“Good boy. Let’s get you in the gag and plug.”
The gag is impossibly big and realistic. It takes you some time to coax the cock-head down your throat and the balls into your mouth. Your heart falls as the lock clicks in place.
The plug is easier—it slides humiliatingly into your arse. You feel dirty, used, slutty, the taste of your own cum still on your tongue. Your cock throbs again against its prison.
“Good. Now, as for your surprise! I’m going to get you a boob-job, since those falsies don’t really cut it, do they? Since I have plenty enough money to have it reversed later after your training, it shouldn’t be a problem. We’re going in today, won’t that be brilliant?”
You’re stuck. You’ve no way out. No choice.
Not that it would matter—you need her, want her too much. You know you shouldn't, but you’ll do anything for her. You nod.
