A day in the life of a chastity slave

This is a true story, everyone is over the age of 18. I lost a bet to a subby boy and this is my (consensual) punishment. Since this will be the only one, it's long.

I knew that I had found my place the first time I felt my micro cage slide into place and the lock click shut. Ordering that cage had been an accident. It was supposed to be something that I felt was a bit more commensurate for my modest 6", but the micro cage that arrived proved to be my freedom and my curse.

"Put it on."

Sir Casey's voice rumbled from my phone's speaker. I was silent for a few moments, trying to find my out. Some way to wiggle out of what I'd told him I'd do. But standing in front of a camera, smooth and naked, with the little red recording icon flashing...

"It's so small, Sir! I don't think I'll be able to wear it for too long." I managed to say. God, I sounded like a gibbering idiot. I wanted this. No. I needed this. Was my reticence out of shame? Or because...

"I don't care. Unless you use our safe word, you'll do what I tell you. Do you want to use the safe word?" His words were kind and firm. I knew I could safeword out whenever I wanted to, but the way he treated me... I knew I was safe.

"No Sir..." I stammered, fingers toying with the cold, steel cock ring.

"Then why isn't it on yet?"

I felt myself fumbling with the cock ring, feeling the sensitive skin of my dick and balls slip through the cool ring. I picked up the cage... It was so small. Pathetically small. Was I really going to wear this for Sir? Was I so desperate to serve that I'd debase and humiliate myself like this?

It's only for a few days, I told myself. I gingerly fitted my dick into the cage, gently pushing it back until I felt the guide rods on the cage snap into the ring.

"Lock it."

I almost didn't hear him, my mind marvelling at how comfortable it was. How well things fit. How... Good it felt to have my dick almost disappear. I hurriedly picked up the barrel lock, my fingers somehow forgetting all of their dexterity as I, almost in a panick, forced the lock in. I closed my eyes and turned the key. Feeling the lock click into place, I slowly pulled the key out, feeling each tooth of the key as it was removed.

"How does it feel?"

I snapped back into reality. My god, what have I done? I just put an embarrassingly small cage on while being recorded?? What the fuck was I thinking?! I felt the panick start to rise in my throat when...

"You look so sexy, slut. You look... Complete."

The panick subsided, and I felt... Wetness?? Was I seriously getting wet just from Sir telling me I looked sexy???

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Sir's voice again

"I'm sorry I can't be there tonight. But I've arranged a surprise for you. I have a friend who moved into the area recently. He's... Lonely."

"Yes sir" I almost whispered, understanding the implications of his words...

"I'll text you his address. He likes roses."

I nodded slowly. As we ended our call, I felt the wetness between my legs grow. First from feeling so... Good in such a small cage. But the thought of wearing those panties...

I went to my dresser and pulled out my elegant, lacy panties with embroidered roses. The pair that Sir had seen that night at a bar... The one that he'd pushed aside to...

I shook my head and slipped them on. I checked th address and breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God Sir's friend lived close. I had an early morning and didn't want to be up late working for some schlub's cum. Not that every "friend" of Sir's was a schlub, but he enjoyed humiliating me by making me serve anyone in any way they desired. Hopefully this wouldn't be like some of them. I detested being on all fours, my pussy full of some man's cock, feeling the sweat from some middle aged dad who's wife wouldn't put out anymore. I deserved better, I thought. But with every load they shot into me, I felt... Content.

I arrived in front of a dark house. Fuck. Did I get there too late? Sir was busy, so I couldn't text him, and I didn't want to risk his displeasure again. I stepped out of my car, the panties tugging at my pussy. At the front door, I knocked timidly.

Nothing. I knocked again, with more force. I heard footsteps behind the door, and it swung, silently, open. No one stood in the doorway.

Great. Another creep who likes things to be a bit more... Adventurous. I stepped through the door, my heels clicking lightly on the floor. The door closed, and a voice said,

"Upstairs, first door on your left. Strip down to your panties, face away from the door, and call when you're finished."

I obeyed this stranger. The room was well appointed, a king sized bed with a towel (graciously) laid out. The lighting was soft and low. I slid my shirt off, feeling the air prickle against my bare skin. I sat down, taking off my heels, and sliding my pants down, off my ankles. I folded my clothes and put them nearby, just in case.

"I'm finished" I called out softly.

The door opened behind me, and I heard a soft

"Fuck..."

I faced forward not daring to turn around, waiting.... For moments that felt like centuries, nothing happened. Then, softly, I felt hands... No, fingers, begin to trace my tattoos.

"May I turn around?"

No response, but the fingers turned into hands, grasping and groping, exploring every inch of me.... They moved around from my back, feeling my chest and...

Fuck! No! Moving downward. I reached lightly for his hand, beckoning it away.

**Smack**

He slapped my ass. Hard. I withdrew my hand and let his hand move down towards my... Shame. His hand grasped my cage, firmly.

"I knew Casey was sending a bitch, but Jesus. Why do you even have a cock?"

My dick twitched and felt myself get wet. He noticed too, tightening his grip.

"You're a reward. Casey is a good friend of mine, and he pulled up when no one else did. He's told me about the men he's had you serve. I suppose I'm your reward too. Dont think for a minute that I care if you enjoy this."

He pulled away, climbing on the bed. I finally got to see him and my breath caught in my chest. He was stunning, rippling muscles, piercing dark eyes, and his... No. I didn't get permission to look at his cock.

He started at me for a moment. I tried to hold his gaze, but I relented and my eyes dropped low, no, not his cock. I started at the floor. He smirked,

"Go ahead and look"

I slowly raised my eyes. His feet, his calves, his thighs, his... Cock came into view. I hadn't even touched it and his flaccid cock made me so, so greedy. I need it. I needed to feel it slide in and out of my throat or deep into my pussy. I didn't care. I needed it inside me.

"I've never cum from oral. Casey tells me you're the best he's ever had. If you can make me cum, then you might get to see me again."

I nodded sluggishly. "May I try to make you cum, sir?"

"We're not here to play yatzee" he replied dryly.

I crawled up onto the bed. My mouth fell to his calves, kissing and biting gently. I reached his thighs, my hands starting to greedily feel his muscles, my mouth still worshipping. I reached his crotch, ripe with the scent of a long day, and I...

I drank it in. I buried my mouth in his thighs, tasting his sweat and taking in his smell. My panties felt unbelievably wet as my dick strained in its new home. I gently ran the tip of my tongue along his semi hard shaft, tasting every inch of my... Reward. I felt his cock start to stiffen, and his hands pinned mine down.

"Only your mouth. No cheating".

I tried to nod, but I couldn't take it anymore. I gently sucked his cock into my mouth, slowly at first. Just the tip, I giggled to myself. I teased his tip for a few moments, moving just a littl deeper each time. Bit by bit, moment by moment until his entire cock was sliding slowly, up and down my throat.

He said nothing. His breathing didn't even change. Dammit. I need to try something else. I let the air leave my lungs and buried my face in his crotch, his cock sliding deep into my throat. I didn't pull back. I didn't move my body. Just my throat. I flexed, swallowed, moved my tongue slowly, worshipping every inch of his now embedded cock.

Silence. I stayed, his cock threatening to make me gag, but now it was a challenge. I swallowed slowly so he would feel every muscle in my throat wrapped around him, begging for him, wanting him, worshipping him....

Finally, a deep breath, a groan. I smiled to myself. I finally let myself come up for air, slowly, until it was just the tip in my mouth. After I recovered my breath, I started blowing this Man, each stroke going down my throat, again, and again, and again.

I lost track of time. My clit... No, my dick getting more wet by the second. Fuck, all I wanted was to make this Man feel good. I didn't care if he got off, I could have lived and died with his cock sliding in and out of my throat, my pussy wet, wait. No. My dick wet. I was where I was meant to be.

I kept going, keeping my same rhythm, feeling his cock push past my mouth, into my throat, back out, again, and again.

His hands tightened on my wrists. I didn't expect this so soon! It couldn't have been more than a few minutes!

"Faster. And just as deep" he grunted.

I obeyed, his cock moving in and out of me faster. My throat felt stretched and sore, but I wasn't going to leave without tasting his cum. I kept going, listening to his breath, feeling his hands grip my wrists, tighter and tighter and tighter until...

He let go of my left hand, his palm forcing my head down, his cock suddenly deep in my throat. His hips bucked up, forcing his cock deeper than I had been able to take it, and finally, he convulsed. His cock pulsing, shooting his cum into me. Again, and again, for what felt like a euphoric eternity, until he finally took his hand off of the back of my head.

I didn't move. I didn't dare move. His cock, still slightly twitching grew smaller in my mouth, and finally, I tasted his cum. I stayed there, gently sucking whatever I could get at that point until he lightly slapped my face. I looked up and my eyes met his.

Hope you enjoyed it 😘