Male Chastity Training - Teasing And Denial
Hi, My name is Cynthia. I'm a typical woman that's been known to feed my own libido by exploring different fantasies over the phone with men. I'm strictly an amateur with a single girl service. This gives me an outlet as an oversexed slut and has allowed me a unique perspective that I'd like to share.
I was first introduced to male chastity a few years ago by a very good friend of mine. I had never heard of it before and frankly was a little nervous about the topic because I wasn’t sure how to take the idea of someone actually being under lock and key and not having control of their own sex. It was strange at first but very intriguing. We talked about it constantly.
The more I understood, the more curious I got. I started reading about the subject on the internet going to different sites for my information like the
CB-2000 website (a male chastity device) and reading stories about women controlling men’s cocks at the infamous Altarboy website. The more I read the more turned on by the idea I got. Ladies, you will definately want to read Dr. Tanya Larisse's article on
Male Chastity: The Woman’s Pictorial Guide to a Blissful Relationship.
By now I knew I wanted to keep a man horny and under lock and key. No masturbation, no erection, and no orgasms without my permission.
Being a phone sex entertainer gave me the perfect outlet to experiment. Once I mentioned on my website that I was interested in cock control, I started getting more calls from clients that were into the same thing. I didn’t realize until then how popular male chastity really was. So many men for whatever reason love to have a woman in control of their cock.
From a woman’s point of view it makes perfect sense in a relationship. Imagine having a cock under lock and key and knowing that only you had access to it. That it was your pleasure tool for you to use at your whim. Lock your man up and he would do anything you asked of him just to be granted release. You would never have to worry about him cheating on you because you have the key. You could tease and tantalize him, keep him naked or make him masturbate just for you. Anything for a glimpse of that key dangling from a chain around my neck and nestled between my boobs. He would be totally devoted to you, and I'm not just talking about sexual devotion; I am talking about relationship devotion. Most women complain that their man doesn’t spend enough time with them or pay enough attention to them. I guarantee that if you had his cock under control, you would be the center of his universe. The thought is intoxicating, isn’t it? Control what's between a mans legs, and you can control the man.
Read on for a story about a typical scenario with a previous lover.
Miss Cynthia's Cock Slave
One of Cynthias ivory hands, the long nails colored the same flaming red as the hair and lipstick, absently stroked her kittens ear, while the other held a bottle of Johnson's Baby Lotion, purchased twenty minutes before at the drugstore a block down. Jonathan preferred Astroglide, but this would do. She'd been gone an hour now, what with coffee and shopping...was he all right? If anything happened after all, he couldn't move. Cynthia smiled, and sipped some of her latte. Strange to worry this time. The stove was off, the door locked. He must be squirming.
Jonathon Walker was a 33-year old corporate attorney and first year partner at Simon, Shapiro and Feinstein. He tried to stretch his arms...no, he couldn't move them, not an inch. Jesus, I curl 175 but she makes the ropes so fuckin' tight. Why isn't she back? Jonathan lay spread eagled on Cynthias four poster bed, his broad chest taut, and hands and feet tied by tight nylon cord to each wooden bannister.
Naked as always, his pierced dick struggling in its weird loop, the cockhead attached by a ring to a tiny padlock in another ring just above the scrotum. Impossibly, precum seemed to be oozing across his ball sack. Cynthia had just been going to unlock it when she realized they were out of lubricant. It had been more than an hour...where the hell was she?
Though it had been Jonathan who begged that they switch him from the chastity belt to pierced rings, he sometimes regretted it. He had to sit down to pee to like a girl, couldn't use a urinal, and now his dick really hurt and looked ridiculous in its constant tremble... trembling because its natural instinct was to stick straight up, not to be hooked to his balls... Stick straight up at attention and wait for Cynthia's wandering fingers.
Jonathans thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. For a minute he panicked... "Hello, sweetie, I'm back." came the familiar lilting tone... Oh, thank God.
Cynthia came into the room, tucking in her tank-top,which of course made her chest balloon... "What have you been doing?" An old joke, they both laughed. She sat on her stool by the bed, and took the key off the bedside table. "Ooh, it's purple... you don't need me."
Cynthia smiled at his agonized look and unlocked the tiny padlock between the rings. She climbed between his widely spread legs, held taut by the cord as Jonathans penis shot up to attention. "Like one of my daddy's recruits at Fort Benning." Helen, a former army brat said, laughing, and took the lotion out of the bag. "You're a cutie and your cock is all mine now, Jonathan" Cynthia began gently rubbing the lotion into the underside of his now furious and quite violet member as Jonathan writhed helplessly and whimpered.
"Thank you ma'am...ooh that's so good...I'm sooo horny..." A sharp flick of a fire-engine nail on the cockhead reminded Jonathan that Miss Cynthia frowned on talking. After rubbing and stroking his penis for about five minutes, Cynthia stood up, and Jonathan caught a flash of the garter attaching her net stockings. God, I'm glad I bought her that miniskirt. "What... what's wrong? Why are you getting up?" It was feeling so good, too... "Sweetie, I have to go in the kitchen and feed the kittens, I'll be back..." His penis wagging like a metronome, Jonathan tried to smile. A tantrum wouldn't work, being trussed like this. Not to mention that Miss Cynthia could lock him right back up again, as she'd done in the past when Jonathan had summarily ordered her to keep stroking... As Cynthia only gave him a "teasing" every other Sunday morning, with release averaging about once every 90 days ("So you have something to look forward to, Jonathan; remember, an expectation is a resentment waiting to happen") it behooved Jonathan to keep his remarks prudent. "Aah...take your time, Miss Cynthia. If he kissed up enough, maybe today would be cum-day...maybe.
Cynthia smiled and gently pushed a pillow under her captive's head. She left the room, her derriere twitching in the skirt as the door closed. Jonathan sighed and bent his chin on his chest to watch the juices flowing from his miserable, enthralled and utterly unsatisfied "dickie"
A month earlier, Cynthia had made the shaft of it buck, supported by Jonathans hips, as she alternated for five hours between her glorious fingers and an ostrich feather that she'd picked up at the flea market. After about 20 minutes of feather-rubbing the area just under his cockhead, Jonathan had burst into tears, begging Cynthia to quit, and she had immediately, much to his chagrin, icing his member til it was flaccid for the evil padlock. "No, don't stop COMPLETELY..." he'd begged, tears running down his cheeks...but she had ALWAYS locked him before she untied him. With the evil padlock there was no release. Damn!
Another time she announced "Miss Cynthia has a surprise today..." as she sat down and propped a plastic box of dental floss on her fishnet thigh. She smiled, and pulled a bit of floss out of the box. Was this some trick before bringing out the horrible feather? Snapping off a piece of floss about seven inches long Cynthia then squirted a bit of lotion in her left hand, and, floss in her right, rubbing both hands together. What was this? Cynthia then took the greasy strand between the fingers of both hands, and looped it around Johnathans straining cock, in that sensitive area just beneath the head where the feather had visited before. And then holding the ends between the crimson tipped thumb and forefinger of each hand, Cynthia began pulling the string baack and forth...
Now it was getting late and Jonathan was once again spread eagled to the bed, after having licked Miss Cynthia to about four orgasms with a very motivated tongue. Miss Cynthia had then taken him back to his prison of the morning... and was stroking his penis again... using the lotion. True to form, Jonathan was again rock hard, as he'd been on and off for thirteen hours. Cynthia was now in bra and panties, casually blowing on Jonathans cockhead, and then rubbing up and down feverishly on the purplish shaft... "I came over and over, Johnny... it was wonderful..." She gripped the shaft like a VW bug throttle and began rubbing up and down in quick strokes... Please PLEASE..." Are you ready, my sweet?" "Yes ma'am..."She rubbed faster, and Jonathans hips ground and bucked, and it was now time, Oh, my wonderful Miss Cynthia! Suddenly Miss Cynthia stopped and held her breath sharply, as her pussy contracted in another delicious orgasm. Jonathan felt an sharp pain as she pinched closed the tip of his poor, tortured erection, her hips bucking in the throes of pleasure..."Sweetie, I have to lock you back up now and I promise you can cum for me in the morning. True to her word, the next morning her grateful Johnny was allowed a wonderful, surging orgasm, that was served back to him on Miss Cynthias manicured fingers. After which she purred... "Now, let's get you locked back up before I ride your tongue again".
~Miss Cynthia, Keyholder
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