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A demanding but not unfair woman, she expected Henry to live up to the term slave. He became a good housekeeper. Night classes made him an excellent cook.
When Mistress Dolores used her whip, he felt he had found paradise in pain. Pleased with Henry’s progress, confident that he might have a fine companion slave, she invited him to move in. Henry was thrilled.
She took greater control of his life. Henry enjoyed doing as ordered. Mistress Dolores’ approving smile was reward enough.
It was not until later that she invited her slave into her bed.
The next morning, she presented Henry with a male chastity device. Mistress Dolores demanded complete fidelity. She told him even his hand would be a betrayal. Sex must always be with her. When and how she wished. No deviation. Ever.
Preferring cunnilingus most nights, she rarely unlocked him.
Now Henry’s slavery weighed heavily on his heart. Not that long ago he masturbated three or four times daily. Now he often remained locked for three or four weeks.
When he began complaining, Mistress Dolores punished him. Not with her wonderful whip. Two months without sex.
Henry grew morose. Life in chastity had sounded exciting. He had not realized his groin would ache. Some nights he could not sleep.
Foolishly, he complained to Mistress Dolores. She stared at him in silence. Henry felt more nervous than horny.
Then she spoke:
“OK. Follow me to the bedroom.”
In the bedroom she ordered, “Kneel.”
She pulled his arms back, shackled them.
Taking the key from hiding, Mistress Dolores unlocked Henry’s chastity device.
Her finger ran up and down his shaft. He thought she would masturbate him.
She stopped. Pulled a pillow from the bed. Thrust it between his knees.
“Hump the pillow.”
“Mistress”
“Hump the pillow. You have fifteen minutes. Don’t waste them talking with me.”
Henry pressed down, pushed his body forward, pulled it back. His penis responded to the light friction. Convinced he would come, Henry quickly moved back and forth.
Mistress Dolores checked her watch. Smiled at Henry.
He feared his time was almost up. His penis wilted.
“I thought you wanted to come. Better hurry before it’s too late.”
Henry shoved his body down. Again, soft friction made him hard.
Mistress Dolores giggled. Distracted, Henry went limp.
“I guess you won’t mind if I keep you locked for the rest of the year.”
Henry redoubled his efforts.
“What are you fantasizing about? It better be me.”
Henry tried to ignore her. Now he could not decide what to fantasize about.
His erection returned. He tingled. Maybe …
“BZZZZ!” Mistress Dolores’ fifteen-minute timer ended.
“Poor boy. I bet you were so close. But near isn’t enough.”
When Mistress Dolores used her whip, he felt he had found paradise in pain. Pleased with Henry’s progress, confident that he might have a fine companion slave, she invited him to move in. Henry was thrilled.
She took greater control of his life. Henry enjoyed doing as ordered. Mistress Dolores’ approving smile was reward enough.
It was not until later that she invited her slave into her bed.
The next morning, she presented Henry with a male chastity device. Mistress Dolores demanded complete fidelity. She told him even his hand would be a betrayal. Sex must always be with her. When and how she wished. No deviation. Ever.
Preferring cunnilingus most nights, she rarely unlocked him.
Now Henry’s slavery weighed heavily on his heart. Not that long ago he masturbated three or four times daily. Now he often remained locked for three or four weeks.
When he began complaining, Mistress Dolores punished him. Not with her wonderful whip. Two months without sex.
Henry grew morose. Life in chastity had sounded exciting. He had not realized his groin would ache. Some nights he could not sleep.
Foolishly, he complained to Mistress Dolores. She stared at him in silence. Henry felt more nervous than horny.
Then she spoke:
“OK. Follow me to the bedroom.”
In the bedroom she ordered, “Kneel.”
She pulled his arms back, shackled them.
Taking the key from hiding, Mistress Dolores unlocked Henry’s chastity device.
Her finger ran up and down his shaft. He thought she would masturbate him.
She stopped. Pulled a pillow from the bed. Thrust it between his knees.
“Hump the pillow.”
“Mistress”
“Hump the pillow. You have fifteen minutes. Don’t waste them talking with me.”
Henry pressed down, pushed his body forward, pulled it back. His penis responded to the light friction. Convinced he would come, Henry quickly moved back and forth.
Mistress Dolores checked her watch. Smiled at Henry.
He feared his time was almost up. His penis wilted.
“I thought you wanted to come. Better hurry before it’s too late.”
Henry shoved his body down. Again, soft friction made him hard.
Mistress Dolores giggled. Distracted, Henry went limp.
“I guess you won’t mind if I keep you locked for the rest of the year.”
Henry redoubled his efforts.
“What are you fantasizing about? It better be me.”
Henry tried to ignore her. Now he could not decide what to fantasize about.
His erection returned. He tingled. Maybe …
“BZZZZ!” Mistress Dolores’ fifteen-minute timer ended.
“Poor boy. I bet you were so close. But near isn’t enough.”
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