You Begged For It

First and foremost we have to thank Altairboy for the fabulous website. Of course as I sit here locked in my chastity belt there are times I want to thank him and other times when I want to curse him. Read on and you will understand why.

I have been with my Mistress for about 5 years now. I met her at a BDSM party. She was a beautiful red head standing outside holding a cigarette. I quickly moved to her and offered her a light. I found out her name was Lynette and she was a new switch. We hit it off and before we knew it, she was MISTRESS Lynette and I am her collared slave.

When we got together, with her being switch we always said we would define our own roles and not worry about traditional labels. For the most part we have. She of course slipped into Mistress and totally dropped the switch part. We are 24/7 and primarily focused on the BDSM aspect.

I have always had a fascination with chastity belts. Over the years I have made at least a dozen. They just never quit got the job done. Mistress does love to lock up "her" cock. When she collared me, she let me know in quick order it was not my cock anymore but hers. Being her property, she kept it locked up most of the time. It used to be primarily a small collar with a lock on it that went around the base of the cock and balls. Sometimes it was just a simple snap on cock ring. As I would make a chastity belt, we would add that into the mix. The frequency of wearing the chastity belt would slowly diminish over time, since it did not really work anyway until it was not used at all. A few months would go by and I would try a different idea for a chastity belt.

About a year ago I started visiting a chat room on IRC and from there they had a link to the website about chastity belts. Sometime around this time I saw an idea of how to wrap the balls above the cock to isolate everything in place. It was not a far jump to making a chastity belt based off that design. It took about 6 different belts to finally come up with a comfortable model that was truly effective. I was ecstatic while Mistress was mildly amused. We continued to rotate from cock collar to tucking to cock ring to the new chastity belt over the course of the week.

My chastity belt holds my balls up and the cock down. I can go to the bathroom easily. It leaves a rather smooth front so it can be worn under clothes to work. It is made of leather, but because the tube part is extremely stiff leather, it is effective. I can get about 90% hard and then it becomes uncomfortable. It does have some weight and you definitely feel it as you walk up and down stairs! About the only disadvantages are it could be cut but that would be hard to explain to the Mistress and it obviously can not go through the shower.

On days that I was locked up in the chastity belt I would venture into the chat room. When it was slow, I would open up the web site and read some of the stories. Some of those stories were hot. They mentioned being locked up for months, even years, at a time. While it is interesting to read, it was fiction for the most part, but I still liked the idea of regularly wearing the belt rather than once or twice a week. It is kind of rough to be reading about chastity belts and getting excited while wearing one.

One night after reading about 10 stories I was extremely horny. When Mistress Lynette came home, she took the chastity belt off so I could take a shower. I cooked dinner and we sat down and watched some television. That night as we cuddled in bed I asked her about more use of the chastity belt. Also over the years we had played with feminization and I asked about more of that. She was hesitant at first, but it was something we had already been doing.

One of the things we do is heavy teasing. Mistress Lynette is great at it. She can get me deliriously horny in only a few minutes. I have extremely sensitive nipples and she knows how to roll them between her fingers and thumbs to drive me wild. She teases me on a regular basis. Over half the time, she stops and leaves me horny for the night. Of course she has no problem in pushing me down between her thighs and having her own orgasm. I have gotten to the point I expect it and enjoy pleasing her in this way. The longest she has had me wait was 7 days. Needless to say, when I do cum, it is powerful. She is also one who believes if you make a mess you need to clean up your mess. So when I do cum, she pushes my head down between her thighs to clean up the mess.

We lay in bed discussing chastity and being her sissy maid. She mentioned that is would be different and I should expect once we started this we would do it for one week. After the week was up we would re-evaluate and determine if we wanted to go further. She told me that she had no intentions of limiting her orgasms and any of the teasing she loved to do. I had no problem with this! I agreed. She said not so fast. When the teasing started and I was locked up she didn't want me whining and asking for a change. If it was going to be done it was to be done right. She wanted me to know the seriousness of what I was asking for. Also the idea of chaste would definitely be her definition.

She told me to go get the chastity belt and lock and crawl back to the bed on my knees holding the device and lock in my hands before her. I quickly ran to the living room and found the chastity belt and crawled back to her. She looked down at me and told me to ask properly to be locked.

I looked up at her and said, "Please Mistress may I be your chaste sissy maid."

"Again, and say it louder," she ordered.

I repeated it.

"Beg me to make you my chaste sissy maid, slave," she ordered again. I held the chastity belt in my hands and held it out to her continuing to beg to be locked up. She turned around and said, "Kiss my ass as a sign of your commitment to this request."

I lean forward and pressed my lips to her ass. When I pulled back, She turned back around, took the lock from my hand and ordered me to put on the chastity belt. When I had it on, she ordered me to present myself to be properly locked up. For such a small lock it "snap" was the loudest I had heard. She smiled at me and said, "In the future remember you begged for this."

When I crawled back in bed, she kissed me good night. It was late, but I had a hard time falling asleep. The night was fitful. I woke up several times with a hard-on fighting to be released from the chastity belt. I found I had to adjust it several times and eventually try to fall back asleep.

I woke before the alarm clock ever went off. Yes, it was hard. I was amazed when I reached down to find it was also wet. I had dripped most of the night it seemed. As I kissed her good bye to head off to work she said, "When you come home after work, look on the bed, I will have your clothes laid out for you along with instructions."

Needless to say I was excited all day at work. I kept wondering what laid in store for me. I also found out something very important. The chastity belt is not a belt but locks around the cock and balls similar to a CB2000. When I walked up the stairs, the panties pulled on the end of the chastity belt from side to side as I lifted one leg up to the next step. By the time I reached the top of the third flight of stairs I was almost hard. The stimulation was incredible. When I sat down I could feel the chastity belt even more than before. It seemed to be my entire focus. Luckily I did not have to do any detail work for my mind definitely would not have been on any work!

When I got home I went directly to the bed. On the bed were a pair of denim shorts and a white blouse with pink roses on it. Sitting on top of them was a letter. I unfolded the letter and found it to be a list of chores. At the top it said to put on the clothes she had laid out and to leave them on till she got home. I took my suit off and picked up the blouse. Underneath was a bra. The bra is a size 36A. It fits tight and the lace presses against my nipples. After a few hours, my nipples are definitely more sensitive because of the constant pressure. And, She knows this. There were pink panties also and I slipped them on. The blouse was stretchy and I didn't have a problem with it fitting. I picked up the shorts and noticed white high heels underneath. These were things we had bought at garage sales over the years. I had them but we never got serious about wearing them. The shorts were a tight fit. And they were short. Real short. I slipped on the heel. They had straps and were more like sandals with low heels.

I picked up the paper again to read the list of chores. I gulped when I read that the first chore was to mow the yard! I was glad I had come home early and the neighbors were not around. During the summer this would not have been too much of a problem. The leaves in the trees block most of the view of our yard, but it was still too early in spring to hide. I quickly ran out and mowed the yard as fast as I could before any neighbors would be home to see me. It was harder than I thought even in those low heels. I was happy to put the lawn mower away with time to spare. The rest of the chores were pretty normal. Wash the dishes, vacuum the rugs, and clean the bathroom. Pretty normal stuff. I had dinner ready by the time she got home. She smiled as she looked at the yard. I felt myself getting hard.

We ate dinner and watched television most of the night. She spent most of the time laid out on the couch with her feet in my lap with me rubbing her feet. Ever now and then she would sit up and play with my nipples until I was breathing heavily. She would lay back down and I would continue with her feet. Finally she ordered my to stand up in front of her. She had me take off my shorts and blouse. She took the key from off the chain around her neck and unlocked me. My cock twitched. It was free! I even snickered and said free. To which she corrected that is was out, but not free. She told me to take a quick shower and report back to her as soon as I was done. The shower only took about 10 minutes and I was standing before her again. She reached and slowly stroked the head of my cock. I could feel the urges start deep within me. It was just starting to stiffen up and she picked up the chastity belt and told me to put it back on. I wanted to protest, but slowly slipped it on before my cock was fully hard and it would never fit.

By the time she snapped the lock on my cock was fighting within the chastity belt. The head was sticking out the end. I was horny. I looked down at her as she ran her finger over the head of my cock. She collected a drop of precum from it and held it up to my lips. I opened my mouth and took her finger in to suck it clean. When she removed her finger from my mouth is asked, "can we take this back off and play. I am so horny."

She looked into my eyes. She immediately stood up saying, "get on your knees, now." I quickly dropped to my knees before her. I looked forward and watched her hands start to unfasten her pants. I felt my cock stir some more within the chastity belt. I had bee teased and finally going to get out of this and have some fun. Her pants were down to her knees and she quickly turned around.

She leaned back a little and I heard her say, "Kiss my ass." It was right in front of me, almost at my lips anyway. I kissed it. "Remember you were kissing my ass less than 24 hours ago. You were kissing it begging me to lock you up. Not even 24 hours and you are asking to be let out. No. It is not going to be that easy. Keep kissing my ass and remember, you begged for it. Just like this."

I continued to kiss her ass as I thought of the night before. She was right. I was in this same exact position asking for this and now I had it. I went from simply kissing her ass to worshipping it. She wiggles her legs and the pants slide the rest of the way down her legs. "Reach down and take them off," I heard her say. Without my lips ever leaving her ass, I reached forward and pulled her pants from around her ankles. She walked away and said, "follow me." I quickly jumped up to trail after her when she said, "I didn't say you could get up. Stay on your knees and hurry up. Keep kissing my ass." I fell back to my knees and crawled forward and kissed her ass again. As my lips made contact with her skin, she started walking again. I moved as quick as I could to even stay close. I heard her laugh as she stopped in the bedroom and my face slammed into her ass.

She fell on the bed and I noticed she was naked. She must have removed her blouse and bra as she walked through the house. "Get up here," She ordered. I did not need to be told twice and was beside her within seconds. I leaned down to kiss her and she whispered, "move between my legs." She spread them and I moved. I was afraid the lock of the chastity belt would hit her pussy and kept a little hit so it did not happen. I was now on all fours above her. She was on her back and was easily able to move as she wanted. She reached up and took a nipple in each hand and rolled them between her fingers and thumbs. The feeling was wonderful. I closed my eyes and moaned. My hips started to rock back and forth but I did not press down.

"You know I love to tease you and make you want me," she whispered.

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned.

"With that chastity belt on, the teasings are going to get worse and take on a whole new meaning," she giggled.

I could only moan, "yes, Mistress." Every time when it got to be too much for me, I would drop my arms to the side and lean my chest down on her. This would at least stop her from stroking my nipples and driving me crazy. She could obviously sense what I was doing, but must have took pity on me. For about 30 seconds before I heard, "get back up, slave." I would reluctantly straighten back up and she would go after my nipples again. After several more times of dropping down and being ordered back up, she finally removed her fingers from my nipples. I thought I was going to finally get a reprieve.

I was not that lucky. She reached down and grabbed the tube of the chastity belt. She guided me down slightly. The head of my cock stuck out just beyond the end. She started to rub her clit with the head of my cock. My stomach started to churn. This was too much. To be this close to a wet pussy with a hard cock and not feel any of the pleasures. It could not get any worse when she whispered in a husky voice, "You are nothing more now than a dildo for me." I lowered my head into her shoulder and moaned, "yes, Mistress." Mistress Lynette always did trim her pussy hairs. They are kept short and prick a lot. She drug the head of my sensitive cock over them and I slammed my eyes closed and hoped she would stop tormenting me soon.

"You must have leaked a quart of precum, slave," she said. "You know you need to clean me up." I was happy that the heavy teasing was over as I lowered myself down between her thighs. The precum started at her belly button and extended down to her pussy. The taste is hardly noticeable as I licked at her belly. I continued to work my way down and literally sucked my precum out of her pubic hairs above her pussy. I felt her hands on the top of my head and knew what she wanted.

I slowly kissed her clit and felt it harden under my lips. I softly sucked it between my lips and pressed them around the sides of her clit. I heard her moan. Over the years she has trained me how to eat her pussy. I pressed my left hand under her ass so that I could squeeze and massage it. I licked my fingers of my right hand and slowly inserted them into her pussy. I know I only wet them to get them started into her pussy. It doesn't need lubrication once they are in her for she was soaking wet. I swirl my tongue around her clit and I rub my two fingers around trying to stimulate her G-spot. When I know she has gotten excited enough it is time to suck her clit in past my lips and lap hard against the sides of her clit. Within minutes I hear Mistress saying, "I am going to cum, baby, I am going to cum." Mistress always has powerful orgasms. I am always amazed at how powerful they are when I eat her. To be honest they give me a sense of pride to know I can give her such powerful ones. The are usually so wonderful to experience that it is big enough for the two of us! She lets out a gasp and jerks her hips forward, smashing her pussy into my mouth. Her legs usually slam against the sides of my head and I am trapped between her strong thighs. It is a feeling I love. I get a thrill being pressed and held firmly against her sex. She holds me there for about 30 seconds as I continue to softly and slowly stroke her clit trying to pull the orgasm out as long as possible. Finally she collapses on her back and tells me to come up. I straighten up and fall forward onto her heaving chest. "Thank you, Mistress," I said as we embrace. Her orgasm has become our orgasm. I do not need one now. Her was big enough for the both of us.

As she falls asleep, I get up and turn off all the lights. I quietly slip into bed and snuggle up to her. I feel her wiggle up to me. She is quiet, but not asleep. I press my cock into her ass and realize the lock is there. I quickly say, "I am sorry," and pull back. She softly says it does not hurt and likes the feel of it. I press it back against her as we do finally fall asleep.

The next day started out the same way. When I got home clothes were laid out for me on the bed. This was a little more involved this time though. Black stockings, garter belt, panties, bra, a blue skirt and high heels. The high heels actually locked on with 2 small padlocks. I assumed she had the keys.

I quickly put them on and read the list of chores. I smiled the entire time as I went from one task to the next cleaning up the house. When Mistress Lynette came home she walked around inspecting my work. She smiled and said I did a good job and would be rewarded that night. I could hardly wait.

The hours rolled slowly by before bedtime finally came. Mistress Lynette was in the bathroom as I was taking off the stockings and garter belt. Just as I was about to jump up on the bed she called out.

"Stop! From now on, you will not get into bed until I have given you permission. That is my bed. You must ask permission." I asked and she said no. I waited until she was finished in the bathroom and she was finally in bed. A smile came over her as she leaned forward and took the key in her hand. An even bigger smile came across mine as I realized she was going to unlock me. When the chastity belt was off she patted the space beside her and told me to get on the bed. The nipple teasing was not as intense as it was the night before. I was happy because I knew if I had too much I would cum entirely too quick when we started to make love.

"You are my stud for the night and I want fucked," she hissed. My cock was rock hard and I almost trembled as she wrapped her fingers around it. Instead of pulling me closer though, she was actually pushing me up and away from her. She was using my cock to guide me into a kneeling position between her thighs. When I was straight up, she sat up and reached to the nightstand.

"As horny as you are, I won't get a long fucking out of you like this," she said. She pulled out a condom and ripped it open. I watched as she slowly rolled the condom down over my cock. Ok, I could live with this I thought. I stared at her as she reached into the nightstand and ripped open another condom. She rolled that one down over the first one. Two condoms! She dropped back down and pulled me on top of her. She guided me to her and ordered, "enter me, slave."

I pushed forward with my hips. I could feel some pressure on the head of my cock and I knew I was going into her pussy. I knew it would be hot and wet, but there was no way for me to confirm that. With 2 condoms on, the sensation was not there.

"Fuck me hard, Stud," She ordered. I reached down and cupped a cheek in each hand and drove my hips into her. She moaned as I buried myself deep within her. I could feel the pubic hair of her Domme patch against my crotch. I knew I was buried but could not feel it. I pulled back and thrust again. She thrust her hips forward and soon we developed a rhythm.

She held me close and whispered into my ear, "how's it feel to be my stud and fucking me."

"I can't feel it, Mistress," I whispered back between moans.

"Too bad, slave," she laughed. "Now keep fucking me. Harder."

I slammed my cock in and out of her. I was pounding my cock into her tight pussy. They were powerful thrust, but I never got the joy of feeling how good they were with the thickness of rubber around my rigid cock. She finally fell back and pushed me up.

"Enough," she said, "I want to feel your tongue in me." I pulled my cock out and started to slide down her body. This was not unusual. She has had me do this many times. To stop before I cum and then finish her off orally so that she has an orgasm without me having one. This was different. I had fucked her for 20 minutes or so. She just wanted to cum a different way. I started to lick as I had been trained.

"Slower, I want this to be long, slow, and relaxing," I heard her say. She had trained me for this too. I knew what to expect. When she wanted this, it was a long lazy lapping of her entire pussy. There had been time I did this for an hour and I thought my jaw would lock up. This night was no different. I licked, nibbled, and lapped for at least an hour before she exploded in an orgasm. When she was content and we finally lay beside one another, she reached over and picked up the chastity belt. She dropped it on my stomach and told me to put it back on. I almost winced when I held the lock snap shut. That night was long. I must have woke up 3 times with nocturnal hard ons. Each time I reached down and felt how wet my cock was.

It was only three days and I could no believe how horny I was. As before clothes were laid out on the bed when I got home that night. That night was not regular by any means!

When it was bedtime and I was allowed on the bed, she sat down beside me. She unlocked the chastity belt and told me I would be cumming tonight. I was kind of excited to be allowed after so much teasing the last few nights and then I was kind of sad that I would not be required to go the whole week. How foolish of me to think this!

She opened the nightstand and pulled out a red tube. I knew immediately what it was. It was a tack tube I had made years before. It was leather sheet with about 200 tacks pushed through it and another sheet of leather glued over the heads. There were straps that were adjustable to make it into a tube with all those points sticking in. I had used a dremel tool to take a little bit of the points off but they were still vicious. I expected her to put it on me and give me some cock and ball torture before allowing me to cum.

I almost died when she tossed it on my belly and said, "Put this on. I want to watch you whack off with it on." I picked it up and gingerly fastened it around my hardening cock. I left some room for expansion and gritted my teeth as I stroke the tack tube up and down my cock.

"Only a real slut could even begin to cum with that thing on," Mistress Lynette cooed. I reached down and readjusted the tube as the tacks started to dig in. She just smiled and asked if there were problems. I started stroking again and realized I was just raking the points up and down the skin. I was going to tighten it up a little so that the points would move the skin rather than just scrape it. This was painful. I did not know how I could possible cum like this. Mistress Lynette must have sensed my frustration after a few minutes and reached up and starting tweaking my nipples. Between her telling me what I was by cumming this way and the nipple play I could actually feel the urges building within me. I closed my eyes and listened to her voice and concentrated on the pleasures she was giving my nipples. I could not believe it when I started to grunt and felt the first rush of orgasm hit me. The pain hit immediately as my cock swelled that last little bit before shooting cum up my stomach and across my chest. Even with the incredible pain I still stroked those biting teeth into my cock as I pumped the last few drops of cum out of me. My Mistress just laughed and said, "what a slut. That's right, get it all." She reached down and got the last few drops on the end of her finger and fed it to my while I laid back and panted like I had never done before.

I continued to lie there as my cock mercifully went limp. I drew in deep breaths and hoped to not look down and see blood on my cock. Mistress Lynette got up and got a wet wash rag. She slowly took the tack tube off of me and wiped the cum from my chest and stomach. I finally looked down and could not believe all I saw were dark marks up the shaft of my cock and no blood. How could something be so painful without blood? I didn't care. I was relieved.

"You can't believe how proud I am of you," she said. "And you can't believe how hot I am." She grabbed my hand and shoved it into her crotch. She was soaking wet. "Want to fuck?" she asked. I looked at her and realized she was kidding. My poor cock would not take sex right now. She turned out the light and snuggled up next to me. She did not put the chastity belt back on me and I was relieved of that. For the next 10 minutes or so all she kept saying was how unbelievable that was and how much of a slut I was to do it. At the time I was not feeling great about it. It hurt and it was definitely not the relief I was expecting after not cumming for 3 days with all that teasing. I wanted a different type of orgasm! But, as I lay there trying to fall asleep all I could think about was how kewl it was that I did in fact do it.

In the morning, Mistress woke me up by tossing me a pair of panties. "You have done well with the chastity belt and teasing. And at night you have worn your sissy clothes for a few hours. But we are going to have to work more in this area if you are going to truly be my sissy maid," she said. "For the rest of the week, you will wear the panties and bra to work." I got out of bed and slipped the panties on. We were definitely going to go a bit further today. She rummaged through my "sissy" drawer and tossed me my pink and white bra. "Put it on and then your T-shirt and shirt," she ordered. When I did she smiled and said she could not see it through both." She then laughed and said, "but you better keep your suit coat on just in case. And you better please me and make me happy or I could just sent you out of here without the T-shirt. I know the bra would show up then." I was pretty sure she was joking. She had to be joking. Right?

The day was long. Luckily the office was cool and I would not expect anybody to think it was odd I kept my jacket on all day. When I was in my office once I did take it off and look in the mirror. I could not see any bra underneath. When I turned to open the door I did notice that when the shirt tightened up across my back you could see the shape of the bra strap wrap under my arm. You could not see the color or the bra itself, just the impression it did against the muscles of my back when the shirt was tight. Ok, just don't turn and let my shirt tighten up. This was going to be easier than I thought. I did feel myself getting horny at feeling the bra and panties all day.

That night when I got home there were stockings and garter belt again. There was a short black dress and a white blouse. When I put the blouse on, I could see the bra through it and was glad that I wore T-shirts to work. I was definitely not going to ever give Mistress Lynette a reason for me to not wear T-shirts. Chores where short, which gave me plenty of time to prepare a nice dinner for Mistress when she got home. She was pleased.

After dinner she informed me my training as a maid would start in earnest. She brought out a box and slid it across the table. "A present for you," she said. I quickly opened the box and found a small white apron. It was small but with long ties on it. There were slight ruffles on the edge. She ordered me to stand up and then helped me put it on. "This is a real maid's apron, not some cheap imitation you would find at the adult book store," she said. "I found it at the uniform store near where I work. If after this week you still want to continue on as my sissy maid, we will buy a real French maid outfit. Amazingly they have them in your size. They are pricey and I am not spending that kind of money unless we are serious. Imagine that…they have them in your size. It is almost like they know a person of your size would what a French maid outfit. You would think a maid would be small and petite. You think they know half of those outfits are worn men?" She just smiled and finally broke out into laughter as she ordered me to wash dishes and clean up the kitchen.

I spent the next hour cleaning up. I was almost done when I heard a ring. I stopped and listened. There it was again. It really wasn't a ring, but more of a tinkle. "Get your fucking ass in here," Mistress Lynette yelled. I threw down the dishrag and quickly ran into the living room. There was the tinkle again. How sweet. Mistress had found a bell. I guess she rang! I knew what was coming. She explained the use of the bell and how I was to come running to answer it. We spent a few minutes working on how to properly curtsy. She smiled and said to practice it every day before she got home and to thank me I wasn't wearing high heels right now. After I got the movements down, she would expect me in heels and to do it proper then. I could only imagine.

That night was spent with Mistress sitting on my face. I really do enjoy this, but I always figured she must not because she does not do it often. I hungrily licked and slurped at her pussy as she ground it into my face. Every now and then Mistress Lynette would shift and my whole face was covered to the point I couldn't breath. She would obviously know that and finally shift again so I could get a gulp of air. After about 20 minutes she finally climbed off my face and lay on her back. "Finish me off, sissy," she said. I crawled between her thighs and licked like a man possessed. As I licked I realized, I was truly enjoying this. I could feel the chastity belt swinging between my legs. It drove home to my mind that I was locked up and there was no way I was cumming tonight. I might as well give Mistress the best orgasm I could because it was the only orgasm that was going to happen tonight. As I licked and prodded, I felt a relief I did not understand. My orgasm was of no concern to me. It wasn't mine any more and nothing to worry about. I put my whole focus into pleasuring my Mistress. She eventually exploded into an orgasm on my face. She wrapped her legs around my head and I just jerked my head up and down to follow her hips as she thrashed around. When she finally released me and I lay down beside her, I felt a wave of contentment rush over me. I had pleased my Mistress, the woman I loved and cherished. She was truly wonderful. Wonderful seemed like such a small word that could not begin to describe how I thought of her. I feel asleep with my head pressed to her shoulder.

The training continued and finally the week was over. Mistress had me kneel in front of her on the bed. She unlocked "her" cock and she now referred to it. She massaged my balls and then pulled them out from my body to stretch the sack. She pulled and wrapped them around the shaft of my, sorry, her cock until they are touching on top of the shaft. She held them in place with one hand and used her other hand to tie the balls together on top of her cock. She then released them and pulled on her cock to make sure my balls where snugly at the base. She then leaned back and pulled me on top of her. She rolled my nipples in her fingers and I was soon hard at steel. Her cock stuck out straight because my balls were pushing it down instead of letting it stick up.

"You're going to get to fuck me like this," she smiled. I felt her hand around her cock as she guided me to her pussy. I groaned as I felt the tightness envelope the head. "Enter me, stud," she ordered. I slowly pushed in and gasped at how wonderful it felt. She was wet and tight. I kept pushing until my balls pressed against her Domme patch. "Fuck me good and fuck me hard," she ordered. I pulled out until the head was just inside her lips and then pushed back in. I slammed my balls against the bone of her crotch and felt the pain shoot through my groin. I was a fast learner. I now knew to go slower.

"Harder, faster," she yelled as she pulled on my nipples. I tried to go slow and be careful not to ram my balls against her. I was too excited and every other push jolted me as my balls slammed against her. I could feel the cum churning inside me. I quickened my pace while trying to keep the length of my thrust short enough that I did not crush my balls.

Soon I was grunting, "may I please cum, Mistress."

"Yes, slave, You can cum, but you will clean up every drop" she hissed into my ear.

"Cum for me, slave," she said.

"Yes, Mistress, Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress," I yelled.

The cum erupted from me. I trust forward and slammed my, her cock into her pussy. I grunted at the pain and pulled back. My balls were screaming in pain. I lay there not moving as her cock jerked and twitched within her tight pussy. I slowly pushed forward, but my balls were hurting. It was agony not to press forward to get the full feel of the orgasm. I was cumming in torrents and could not press forward. It felt like I was being cheated of an orgasm. I wanted to bury her cock into her and press it tightly against her, but all I could do was lay there still while the cum dribbled out. It was maddening!

"Done," she said with a wide grin on her face.

"Yes, Mistress," I softly said. I wanted more and knew it was not going to happen. I slowly pulled out and fell down beside her.

"You are not even close to being done," she said as she sat up and got on her knees. "On your back. You have a mess to clean up." I watched as she moved up, putting a knee on each side of my head straddling my face. I looked up and saw the wetness on the lips of her pussy. I could see the cum forming a drop. "Stick your tongue out and leave it out," she ordered. I did as she said and focused on that drop of cum as she lowered her soaked pussy onto my tongue. My tongue separated her pussy lips as she sat down on me. I immediately tasted my cum. The cum dripped across my tongue and I started to swallow it. I knew to ignore the taste and get it over with as soon as possible. I did not like the taste of my cum, but I have tasted it so much I was at least used to it. "Clean it all up, slave," I heard her say, "and if I am not spotless, you will be severely punished. I had felt her crop before and knew she did not waver from this. I swallowed and licked until I was certain she was clean.

She finally lifted herself off of me and laid down. I expected her to check herself but she didn't. I guess she knew she was clean considering how long she was on top of me and how much I licked her.

"That was fun," she said.

I smiled as I said, "yes, it was, Mistress. Thank you."

After a few minutes she spoke again. I did not realize I had slipped into a daze. "The week is over. How did you enjoy it?" she asked.

"To be honest and I hate to admit it, I absolutely loved it," I answered.

"So where do we go from here?" she asked. She already knew my answer but I know she wanted me to say it.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"Don't worry about how I enjoyed it, I asked how you liked it and what do you expect from here," she replied.

"Well, only if you liked it, I would like to continue," I answered trying to make it conditional. I truly enjoyed it and wanted it to continue but not if she didn't enjoy it or feel comfortable with it.

She huffed once and said, "well, I want you to know, if we continue, things will be a little more strict."

"I understand," softly answered.

"No, I don't think you fully understand," she said. "First, you want caste. It won't be totally chaste. I love you and I love sex with you and I love feeling you cum in me. I will still want that. I can accept it will be limited, but for you, it will not be totally chaste. You can expect orgasm like tonight. That by the way, was really a milking. I read of that technique on the Internet. I will continue to get fucked whenever I want. I will not restrict myself. You may not always cum, but I will when I want to. The way I look at it, you will be chaste from the standpoint you no longer have orgasms for yourself. They are for me and are my orgasms. Trust me, after a few days of teasing you will think you are chaste and haven't cum in months."

I smiled at that knowing how right she was.

"And second," she continued, "I liked having a maid to clean up and take care of the place. I liked putting you in sissy clothes. If we are to continue this, expect to be my complete sissy maid. In this house you will be in frilly, sissy things all the time. When we go out in public, I will dress you how I want. Most of the time it will be male, since I want a man by my side, not a sissy. But, even then we can play a little. For one, you can throw out all your male underwear. You will only be in panties from now on."

"I understand,' I said.

"Do you?" she quizzed. "If we do this, I expect complete servitude. Failure to do ask I request will result in punishment. And I will pick the punishment. You can think about it and give me an answer tomorrow."

I turned to her and said, "I love you, Mistress. And after all these years, I have always trusted you. I do not need until tomorrow to make a decision. I will accept it now."

"You mean to be by chaste sissy maid?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I happily answered.

She chuckled, "well, we are not going to start like that. Go get the chastity belt. We will repeat how we started last week. But this time it is for good. Not just one week. And remember, once the chastity belt is locked on, it is on totally at my control."

I slipped out of bed and picked up the chastity belt and dropped to my knees. "Please, Mistress, may I be your chaste sissy maid," I said.

She slide out of bed and stood before me. "Put the chastity belt on and ask again," she ordered.

"Please, Mistress, make me your chaste sissy maid," I asked again.

"As far as I define chaste, yes," she said as she picked up the lock and turned around. "Now beg one more time and kiss my ass."

I leaned forward as I said, "Please, Mistress Lynette, make me your chaste sissy maid."

She did not turn around, but reached down and reached for the chastity belt. "Move forward," I heard her say. I pressed against her ass and thrust my hips forward. I felt her grab the chastity belt and heard the snap of the lock. "Now continue to kiss my ass and thank me for accepting you as my chaste sissy maid."

I pressed my lips to her ass and mumbled, "thank you." When I was finished I leaned back.

"No one told you to stop. Use your tongue and worship my ass. Thank me properly for allowing me to let you worship it and to be my chaste sissy maid."

I licked up the crack of her ass and thanked her again. I continued to do it. And doing it. After 5 minutes of licking her ass I thought she would have had enough. She had not. I could tell she had moved her hand to her pussy. I continued to lick her ass and she started to shift her bottom as if she was chasing my tongue. I could tell what she wanted. I stopped moving my head and just left my tongue sticking out of my mouth. She moved her hips till my tongue was directly on her anus. I heard her moan. She pressed back against my tongue and I closed my eyes. I was her complete slave now and would have to accept what she now wanted. We stayed there; me on my knees and her with her ass buried in my face until she came. We had never done this before and I wondered how many other things would be different.

The next day I found out rather quick. Mistress unlocked me and I took my shower. I was almost done when she opened the shower curtain.

"Turn off the water," she said. She was holding a can of shaving cream and a razor. It took about 5 minutes was all and my legs and armpits were devoid of hair. She took her time trimming my pubic hair. She said she didn't want it all gone. She was very meticulous in shaving it into a small little "V" shape above her cock. She had me hold my balls out and soon that hair was gone too. I was expecting my chest, but she said she liked the feel of my chest and wanted to leave it alone for now. I looked down and saw the two or three inch bare space between where the hair on my belly stopped and the pubic hair started for the V. "You will shave on Mondays and Thursday," I heard her say as I watched my pubic hairs going down the drain.

"We are going shopping today," she informed me as I dried and got dressed. "But first we need to take care of a few things." She had me get a garbage bag and follow her to the bedroom. She ordered me to open my drawer and through all my male underwear in the bag. "If you are going to be my sissy, you have no more need of these things. We are going to the thrift store; you might as well donate these to them. Now we need to get on-line. I know we will not get your new panties at any thrift store."

We logged on and she had me do a search for pettipants. We must have got 100 hits. She looked through the list as she talked, "pettipants are worn by Country and Western Square Dancers. They are frilly. They have lots of lace and are sometimes referred to as sissy panties. How appropriate for you. A sissy should wear sissy panties." We found a website that actually called them sissy panties and she told me to order 10 pairs. I typed in her name when it got to the mailing address. "Now what the heck do you think you are doing. They are not for me, they are for you," she sternly said. I felt my face turning red as I backspaced and changed it from her name to mine. She continued, "Actually we should come up with a better name for you to use around the house. Give it some thought."

We logged off and headed out for a day at the thrift stores. We had actually been to the stores before. There is no where else you can buy 2 or 3 outfits for less than 10 bucks. I had a small collection of female attire, but I was shocked to see how much she was loading into the cart. She actually squealed when she pulled a yellow dress off the rack. "Look at this," she said as she held it out to me. It wasn't a dress; it was a cheerleader outfit. "Oh my gosh, how funny," she laughed. "I have no idea if it can fit, but for 3 dollars, we have got to have this. The day went on like this. Her hunting for just the right clothes for me, which is not easy because I need a 20 for the top but only about a 12 for my hips. Well, to be honest that depends. She found shorts that were size 11 that fit and sometimes Rockies jeans that were 16. "Rockies," she said, "make a bad ass look good and a good ass look great." All these jeans had no pockets in the back. I was getting concerned how far we were going to go. Bras averaged about 50 cents each and we must have got about 8 of them. She bypassed the panties but did pick out about 3 bikinis that she liked.

It took us about 5 hours to go through 3 thrift stores in the area. That afternoon ended up being a modeling show. She had me try on every item we bought. I would go to the dining room, change, and come back to the living room so she could inspect. All in all, we got about 90% of it right. There were a few items that didn't fit and something was wrong with them. Mistress smiled and said, "now we will have an assortment to pick through we you get home from work." I spent the rest of the afternoon ironing and putting away my new clothes. I spent the rest of the weekend locked up while she had orgasms both nights.

Monday after work, I cleaned the house in just the garter belt, stockings, high heels, and the little white apron. And the chastity belt, of course! After dinner she led me to the spare bedroom. "Does your cock feel neglected?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I quickly said.

She wrapped my balls with the back of her hand. "You don't have a cock. This is mine," she said. I doubled up mostly as a reaction not because of any real pain.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied as I straightened back up.

She pulled out the cuffs for my ankles and wrist. Soon my hands were over my head and she was putting a spreader bar to hold my legs about 2 feet apart. "We will give your cock some attention," she laughed.

"You mean your cock," I said.

"Now you are learning," she smiled. She reached down and unlocked the chastity belt. I winced as she tried to take the belt off from her cock and balls. The hole in the belt goes snugly around both and I am the one who puts it on and she locks it. She wasn't familiar how tricky it was and she snorted as one of my balls hung up in the hole and finally snapped out. I let out a yelp and tried to jerk away. There was no place to go.

"Oh, did that hurt, baby?" she said in a childish voice.

"A little, Mistress," I answered.

She just grinned as she picked out a riding crop and said, "I'll take your mind of your balls." The riding crop she picked out had a real floppy end on it. She leaned down to get close and smacked the head of her cock. I gulped and bite my lip. It took her a few swats to get the hang of the floppy end, but soon she was flipping it back and forth swatting one side of her cock and then the next. I backed up as far as I could go, but there was no getting away from it. The pain was concentrated on just the head. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths before I let out a yelp. "Now does my cock feel like it has gotten proper attention?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied glad that it was over.

"It is still early. It will get a lot more attention before the night is over," She whispered in my ear. Mistress has actually given Cock and Ball Torture classes at some BDSM events. I knew it would be a long night. I watched as she went to the dresser and came back with about 15 feet of pink parachute cord. Mistress loves to use pink cord when she does CBT. She tied a slipknot on one end, grabbed just my balls, and slipped the noose around them at the base. She pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me. She held my balls out and slowly wrapped the card around and around out away from my groin. My balls were being pushed further away and eventually after about 10 wraps the skin was shiny enough to serve as a mirror. Her cock was rock hard by this time. She then went back over the wraps working back to the base and dropped the end over the base of her cock. There was about 5 feet of cord draped to the floor. She sat back and studied her handiwork.

"Tomorrow you start tanning," She said. "You are entirely too white. I want nice tanned legs for the summer. In the morning, instead of panties and a bra under your clothes I will have you wear one of those bikinis we bought. You will go to the tanning salon and tan. They charge 30 dollars for a month unlimited tans. You will wear that bikini while you tan. And that includes the top. I want to start seeing some tan lines on you."

I gulped and looked down at her. She smiled and said, "don't worry. You can take the top off every third day. I want just enough tan line on top, which we will know it is there. If others see it when you are doing yard work, they would not be sure if they saw it. Now the bottoms will stay on every time. I want tanned legs and belly, but a white butt shaped in bikini bottoms." She laughed. I closed my eyes and wondered how long it would take before I had what looked like permanent panties on!

I closed my eyes for a second reason also. I knew what was going to happen and what she was doing. She was wasting time waiting for her cock to get soft. I knew when she stopped wrapping the cord around my balls and did not do anything more what type of CBT I was in for. I dreaded what was to come. It happens fast. As soon as Mistress felt my cock was soft, she grabbed the end of the cord, placed her cock down against the wrapped up balls and started wrapping from the base of her cock out towards the head. She does this rather snugly and stops when just the head and about half an inch of shaft is completely covered in pink parachute cord. She tied off the end of the cord and moved the chair out of the way. I watched as she walked back to the dresser and picked up the hairbrush. It was going to start.

It seems so simple. She tweaks my nipples. She sucks on them. She even uses the hairbrush to lightly scrape them. She is getting me excited. The cock fights the cord wrapped around it and the head slowly swells. The cord is tight and holds the blood in head. Mistress leans forward and puts her head against my should while looking down. "Count them," She whispers. She uses the back of the hairbrush and lightly taps the head of the engorged cock. "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10," I count off. As soon as I say 10, she turns the hairbrush over and rubs it ever so lightly across the head of her cock. The pain is excruciating! I let out a long low moan. "Count for me," She says again. The taps are not hard, but they stimulate the head of her cock to the point it is super-sensitive. As soon as I say 10, she turns the hairbrush over again and runs the bristles against the head of her cock. I let out a scream. The pain is unbelievable. She runs her fingernails ever so lightly across the tight scrotum. Her cock and balls are so sensitive at this time I could feel a butterfly flapping its wings from across the room. I loose all track of time when she does this. It probably only last 5 minutes or so, but it seems like an hour. I have watched her do this with another guy who bragged how much he could take. She had reduced him to a blubbering mass of defeated flesh in minutes. I was gulping down air trying to regain my composure as she stepped away from me. The pain of the hairbrush goes away quickly but the tightness around the cock and balls stays.

She came back and knelt down in front of me. I expected her to untie her cock and balls but instead she just removes the spreader bar between my ankles. As she stands up she traces her hand up my leg. I feel her hand stop on her cock as she gives me a deep passionate kiss. I grunt into her kiss as I feel her push her bound up cock and balls down. "Close your legs," she says as she breaks the kiss. I groan as I press my legs together around my balls. "I bet they feel like they are the size of grapefruit," she whispers into my ear. I can not answer but only moan. "Keep your knees tightly together," she whispers. Her fingers rub against my nipples and she says, "rock your hips back and forth. You are going to cum like this for me." I can't believe what I am hearing. She attacks my nipples to keep me excited and I slowly rock my hip with her cock and balls trapped back between my thighs. There is no way I can cum like this I think until I realize the speed of my flexing my hips has increased.

"Oh, my gosh," I think as I realize I can cum and am about to.

"Yes, cum for me, my slut," She whispers into my ear while continuing to play with my nipples. I grunt and let out a load groan as the orgasm hit me. I flex my hips out and feel the cum shoot. But, it doesn't. Her cock is tied so tight, there is no where for the cum to go. I yell as the orgasm come and the cum fights to get out. I continue to flex my hips back and forth trying to get release. I slam my head into Mistress's shoulder as I finally stop. I am panting and almost in tears. Mistress softly strokes the back of my head, smoothing out my hair. As my cock slowly goes limp inside the tight confines of the parachute cord, I feel the cum dribble ever so slowly out the head of her cock. I feel it drip on the top of my foot. When Mistress Lynette is certain I have calmed down she slowly unties the cord and unwraps it from her cock and balls. For as intense the pain it while the cord is on, it is amazing how the pain instantly goes away when the cord it off. I am further amazed that there are absolutely no marks on her cock and balls. But this shouldn't be a surprise. When she rubs the hairbrush across her cock she is barely touching it. How can such a light tough cause so much pain and then have it go away?

By the end of the second week of tanning I was up to 20 minutes at a time. When I stood in front of the mirror, I could trace the outline of the bra but it was not overly noticeable. The contrast between my tanned legs and the white behind the bikini bottom was very evident. Mistress loved how the tan lines cut across my butt in the back and how it framed the chastity belt in the front. She told me as it warms up, I won't have to go to the tanning salon, but can sun bath in the yard.

It has been almost 6 months since I begged Mistress Lynette to be her chaste sissy maid. I am constantly in the chastity belt unless I am taking a shower or she has use of her cock. As part of the sissy training I am allowed to refer to it as my clit, but it will always be "her" cock. I get to cum about twice a week on the average. Some weeks I only cum once, but that is probably only once a month. One of the orgasms each week I really look forward to. I am allowed to cum inside her about once a week. I must ask permission and many times I am told no. I must pull out and she puts the chastity belt back on until the next time. When I am given permission, it is great. I always thank her for being allowed to cum and of course I must always clean her up.

If I cum a second time during the week, I don't always look forward to that. It usually is some form of milking. It could include the tack tube. It could include being tied up tightly and slowly having the cum dribble out. I am amazed at how many different ways she can make a man cum while they are trying not to! Mistress says after one night of teasing I am always more attentive the next day. After 2 days I turn into a complete slut. She can have me panting within minutes just by touching my nipples by this time.

As far as the sissy maid, I am always dressed as her sissy as soon as I get home. I always do my chores as a sissy. I worry about outside chores. She had me wash her car last week while wearing these cute little red shorts with "princess" on the back of them. For the most part, I dress as a normal man if we go out, but this is no always the case. Occasionally I will go shopping with those Rockies jeans on. Most guys would probably never tell the difference as I walk up and down the aisles. The women almost always notice though.

I sometimes wonder if things will go back to what they were. I doubt it. Remember, I begged for it.

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