Tag: chastity

You’d worked for years to get out of this sick relationship with your controlling ex-girlfriend. I was hard. You had to trick her into taking the cage off. The you ran, naked, into the night. You’d been arrested but you managed to get free.

So you’d been horrified half a year later when she showed up in the city you’d moved to, at your gym. For a while she just smirked at you from across the room. After several weeks, she approached you while you were bench pressin and held the bar down on you so you were trapped.

“I’m not here to get you back, loser. See, you signed a contract. I own you for life. Just making sure you know that.” Then she kneed you in the crotch, very hard, and walked away. 

After that she left you alone for a while. You even met a girl. A nice, normal one. She liked how gentle and kind you were…

cyberlok:

He said, she said.

What I’d said was: “Maybe dress a little sexy for this dinner. Laugh at his jokes. Be friendly but you don’t have to flirt with the guy. Well, only a little, if you feel comfortable”

What she’d done was trick me into trying chastity play “just for one night.” A night that has now lasted a week. Then she had friended him on Facebook, started flirting nonstop, eventually sending him lewd photos I had taken at her request (”just for us, babe”). Now here I was waiting in my boss’ car, locked in a cock cage, while my fiance dined with him, wearing the most scandalous dress I have ever seen. 

God, I wish I could jerk it.

Two Months Later

Somehow my fiance got the promotion despite not working there and never having held a job in the field. I was reassigned to be assistant on the project. As the most knowledgeable, I do the brunt of the work while they go to meetings and take the credit. The boss spends a lot of time in his office with the door closed, “consulting” with my fiance. Her feedback is…exuberant and…loud. 

I should know, since I lost my office and got reassigned to a small desk just outside my boss’ door. He claims I’m not a secretary but I noticed he let his go at the same time I was moved over. He calls me a ‘team player’ and a ‘good sport.’ He also sends me out for coffee or lunch orders. My fiance, meanwhile, dresses me in tight pants and shirts. I worry people can see my Cyberlok cock cage. Though mostly people seem to stare at (and slap) my ass. 

Unrelated, but people have been occasionally telling me to smile. (“Show us that pretty smile.” “A cute young thing like you should smile more. It will brighten the office.” “Smile, honey. That’s better”)  Weird. That’s never happened before. It makes me angry to be told what to do by random coworkers and strangers, but I still involuntarily smile when told. Even if it’s unnatural, it actually brightens my mood. My anger dissipates almost immediately. It’s so nice to see how much it makes them happy when I smile as instructed. I never made anyone or myself so happy when I was a supervisor, telling others what to do. I’m starting to wonder if I didn’t get the better end of the deal, after all…

“Oh…gosh. I mean, I couldn’t believe your parents would even suggest something so crazy.”

“Yeah, they’re real old fashioned. It’s like this weird old Mormon-esque family tradition. I am so not about it.”

“Um…so I only went along because you told them right before that you thought I was ‘the one’.“

“Haha! I can’t believe you fell for that! Sorry, that’s mean. That was just for my parents’ benefit, though. Otherwise they would have run you off and I’d be back to square one.”

“Oh. That makes sense. I guess. So you don’t, like… even a little…like…love me?”

“Ha ha ha ha ha! OMG. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just can’t believe you are so pathetic. You are just so not my type, you know? My real boyfriend doesn’t care if I love him. He just fucking owns me, y’know? It feels so good. So right. Kind of how I own you, actually.”

“R-right.”

“But he also fucks me, which is a pretty big difference, I guess. And he’d certainly never let some old biddy put him in a cock cage just because I said he was ‘the one’. He tells me he’s the one when he ravages my puss. Well, he just calls me ‘his bitch’ but same diff. God, he’d probably bend my own mom over the counter if she tried to out that on him, and just pound her ‘til she called him Daddy. Hmm, might be worth it just to see…nah. That’s too weird even for me.”

“So, uh, you want me to just remain in this chastity cage I don’t have the key for indefinitely and just-”

“You are so sweet! You get it exactly. Thanks, babe.”

*cheek kiss*

“And you…don’t want to date me.”

“I’m so glad you understand.”

“…but but, you’ll need me for family events right?”

“Oh my god! Are you actually excited about that?! I thought I’d have to threaten or bribe you for that part.”

“Well, it’ll kinda be like a date. I’ll get to see you. I still lov-, um, like you.”

“I really do know how to pick them. You are more pathetic than I could have imagined. My parents castrate you, I tell you our whole relationship was a lie, and still you adore me like a stupid puppy.”

“Oh, I mean, I guess I just-”

“Shut up you stupid bitch!” *SLAP!* “You just won the fucking loser lottery. I’m going to use you like you were made to be used. I’m going to totally ignore you for months and then parade you around my parents and act all sweet. I’ll post cute couple selfies of us on Facebook. I’ll even let you put your arm around me and kiss my cheek. And for every photo, my real boyfriend is going to pound your ass. He gets real jealous.”

*whimper*

“Don’t be scared little bitch- wait, grab my ass! Come on, I saw you eyeing my exposed cheeks. Quick, he’s coming this way! Yes, him, my real boyfriend. I want to see your first beating. Shh, shh, you can cry, just touch it! I know it’s scary but you’ll come to accept your place.”