How I Gained My Freedom Through Losing It

I first met Diane 5 years ago. Im a lawyer with an extremely busy practice. I was divorced from my wife whom Id married in my early twenties. We were just too young to make a go of it and separated amicably. I stayed single for several years and dated some but had still not met that special someone. But I needed help at home. I just didnt have time to cook, clean, shop, get the repair men in and so on.

Finally, I placed an ad seeking a graduate student. I offered room and board, a small salary and assistance with education expenses. In return, I wanted someone to cook (Id never learned how), do light cleaning (someone came in weekly to do the heavy cleaning), do some errands and be fun and interesting to spend some time with. I wasnt seeking romance, just help.

I had 5 responses to my ad and finally, after many emails and phone calls, narrowed it to two and then chose Diane. She was 24, mature, auburn hair, to die for breasts and a great ass. Her face was oval and pert, her lips just slightly pouty, her eyes a wonderful green. She was smart, eager for the job, and willing to do all the little things as well as prepare meals. She laughed a lot and was fun to spend time with.

During the day, while I was at my office, shed be at grad school taking education courses, or studying, or at home tending to things. I lived in a condo so gardening wasnt an issue. She had her own small bedroom and bath.

Well, nature took its course and Diane and I fell for each other. I was a little apprehensive since she was my employee and I didnt want it thought I was taking advantage. But she was more than a match for me in the adult department and one night, after a dinner out with a fair amount of wine, we finally made it.

Her naked breasts were just as firm, ripe and pointed as they had seemed when she was dressed. Her mound was curly and full, though clearly trimmed along the sides to make it shapely and neat. Her pussy was delicious. What can I say? Even that first night I lapped it up, tickling her clit with my tongue and frenching her cunt. She was using her toes to tickle and stroke my cock. It was so good. I finally had to mount her lest I cum before we made it.

I slid my condom covered dick into that moist opening and began to gently stroke, but she wanted it harder. She moaned in pleasure and met my rhythm with her pelvis. It took no time until we both groaned in ecstasy and my hard cock shot like it hadnt in years. Her juices flowed around my dick as we lay there, sweating a bit, delirious in eachothers arms.

It wasnt long before Diane had moved into my bedroom and laid down the law about my messiness. I better keep my things neat and off the floor or else. I didnt know what the or else was but she is one determined lady and I knew she meant it.

Two months later we married and spent a sunny, sexy week in Hawaii. Diane likes to wear bikini bathing suits (OK with me!) and short shorts or mini skirts that set off her tanned, smooth, shapely legs. Well, she decided I should wear a bikini suit as well. Then it was a bikini thong for me. I protested that Id be embarrassed at the pool but she insisted and of course I gave in.

Id never worn a thong before and I found the rubbing of it along my crack extremely irritating yet also extremely stimulating. I couldnt help getting hard, in public yet, and Diane wouldnt let me cover it with a towel but insisted I just let it show through my suit. Once the suit got wet, everyone there could see the outline of my rigid, cut, cock. Diane loved it. Shed even stroked me through the suit in public to keep me hard.

All this exhibitionism kept me constantly at the edge. I wanted to screw once, twice, three times a day. At first Diane was willing, but by the middle of the week she said Id have to control myself better. She suggested tying my hands behind my back so I couldnt get started with her for the endless hours all night long that I had been.

Well, this introduction to kink just turned me on more and I would lie there, hands tied firmly behind me, a rigid boner in front and just use my tongue all over that bronzed body, licking her breasts and sucking her nipples and of course lapping at her pussy. She loved the way my tongue beat on her clit and the walls of her cunt and Id bring her off, gushing over my face with screeches of pleasure as she orgasmed. Id lap up those juices.

But there was a problem in paradise. She wouldnt get me off and wouldnt untie me. She made me buy a cupjock which I had to sleep in to keep my hands off my dick, she said. For sleeping, she tied my ankles together, my wrists in front of me and then attached them to a leather collar shed bought somewhere and which she locked around my neck. Well, I objected pretty strenuously (although I admit this first real life experience with bondage, Id read about it with lust and visited web sites, really turned me on like crazy. What can I say?) but she made it clear that if I had any hope of screwing her, Id have to stick with this new regime.

The problem was, I was turned on by the bondage but I couldnt reach my cock and she wouldnt jerk me off. So of course I didnt sleep very well. Diane just laughed and said darling, but your orgasms are so much more powerful now that you have fewer. You dont want to lose that do you? Well, I didnt and so each night I slept in bondage and the fucking cupjock. She also insisted that whenever we were in our suite, I be naked except for the cupjock. Shed be in a bikini, showing me that lovely round ass that I couldnt touch. Shed never been like this at home although, as I've said, she did tend to demand her way and get bossy.

Sometimes, shed just lounge around in jeans and a halter or t-shirt and Id be naked except for the jock which made me extremely embarrassed. When I complained about this, shed just laugh and said how sexy I looked. By Friday night of our last weekend away, she decided I should be on my knees, hands tied behind me, collar around my neck and just lick her. All of her. Her toes, her breasts, her arm pits (that was a new one for me) and finally, that glorious snatch. I brought her off once, then twice, but I rebelled at doing a third time unless shed bring me off.

All right, darling, she said, slip up here on the bed. I wiggled onto the bed and she began stroking my body - my chest, my nipples, which she tweaked and then nibbled until they were hard and upright, my dick had long ago been in a similar condition. She stroked then pinched my balls and I almost came right then. She ran her fingers through my pubic hair and I, panting with desire, begged to fuck her.

Darling, she said, you know I trim my pubes and I really think you have too much hair there, lets take it off. With my voice strangled by sexual heat, I croaked out anything dear, anything, Im so hot, if thats what you want and what it will take to get us screwing, do it. Thank you darling, she said. Soon she was back with her electric clippers. She started in but never stopped. Soon my hair, which had been abundant, running over onto my thighs, was more like a crew cut. But honey, I said, you dont cut yourself this short, you just trim. Shh, darling, this will look great, she replied.

Off she went to the bathroom and was soon back with shaving cream and a razor. No, I said, absolutely not. Youre not going to shave me smooth. You'll have hair and I wont have any. All right darling, I guess you didnt really want to fuck after all.

What could I say? I was panting to fuck her. I was drooling. So I let her do it, and soon my pubes were as smooth and hairless as a ten year olds. Oh god, I thought, this is so humiliating. How am I going to explain this at the gym?

Once done, she kissed me deeply, thrusting her tongue in and out of my mouth and I opened wide to allow her in. It was so hot. She stroked my smooth pubes, my balls, also shaved, and finally, finally, my dick. I was moaning and begged her to release my hands so I could properly serve her cunt with my dick. She just laughed and said I dont screw with little boys who have no hair.

But she did bend down and begin licking my balls and cock. Oh, it felt wonderful. My balls tingled and my dick was waving madly in the air. Honey, I whispered, lets do it the right way. Oh, all right. she said, I thought youd like having me suck your cock which she proceeded to do.

She ran that warm moist mouth up and down my cock until I couldnt hold back and shot with a load right into her mouth. Well, she wasnt pleased. She leaned over and kissed me, passing all my cum from her mouth to mine. Swallow baby, I want you to swallow it all. Well, what could I do? Id just had the hottest blowjob ever and with my wife holding her palm over my mouth there was nothing for it but to swallow.

Id tasted cum before, of course, even eaten a little of mine occasionally when Id jerk off, just for the added thrill. But this was a full load. I didnt much like the gooey quality of the stuff, nor the aroma or slightly sweet taste, but I got it down without barfing and told my honey that shed given me the best orgasm of the entire trip. My entire body, from shoulders and fingers to toes had gone stiff. It was the best.

Remember that, darling. The best. I can make sex so huge for you, but youll have to do it my way. Well, of course I didnt know what that really meant, so I said anything, honey, anything, to get to cum like that. Anything, she asked? Yes, darling, you name it and Im your boy. That was so great, honey.

Big mistake. The first thing she said, once she had me back in the fucking cupjock, with my hands tied behind me still, she informed me that anything meant I was to always keep my pubes, cock, balls, and crack completely smooth. The least amount of hair and thered be no sex, none. I mumbled about the gym and she just said that if I wanted sex, Id do anything just like I promised. And from that day, shes never allowed me any hair whatsoever in my crotch.

Once we were home from the trip, since I wasnt getting much nuggy, I began masturbating again - a couple of times a day sometimes. We never had sex during the week anymore, well, I never did. My wife expected that I would lick her to orgasm at least once daily and sometimes more. On the weekends, I could only get near that glorious opening and beautiful mound if I begged, yes, she made me beg, to have my hands cuffed behind me (we now had handcuffs), a collar locked around my neck and she began putting clothespins on my nipples. At first I found that incredibly stimulating, but shed leave them on forever and theyd hurt and then cause agony when she just jerked them off.

I was constantly kidded at the gym that I must be pussy whipped when they saw my always shaved crotch so Id just grin knowingly, as if I had it the best, and adopt a superior stare, hoping theyd think I had the hottest sex life going. And in some ways I did. Diane was constantly coming up with new ideas. But one thing was constant, my wife always got to orgasm and I seldom did, except by my own hand.

Well, one day I was home early. I thought shed still be at class, so I lay down on our bed, slipped my pants and shorts down and my shirt up, and started to give myself a hand job. I was so immersed in jerking off, that I didnt hear my wife come in but when I looked up after just having creamed all over my chest and abdomen, she stared icily at me. In trouble? You better believe it.

She didnt say a word but just walked away. With my cock bobbing, I ran after her, trying to explain it was nothing, just something men did to get their rocks off sometimes. And what do you think your wife is, she said, an inert potted palm to be watered once a week? Things are going to change buddy and you better believe it.

Well, there wasnt much dinner conversation that night. I pleaded, Honey, how can I make it up to you? Ill never do it again, honey, please. Icy stare. Honey what can I do to make things right? Ill do whatever it takes.

A second big mistake. Whatever? she asked. Yes, anything. Just tell me what it is and consider it done. You can begin by taking over the housecleaning, oh and the shopping and the laundry. Yes, dear, I replied, but we have someone come in to clean and do the laundry. Not any more we dont. Youre it, sonny boy. What could I say? Id been caught. So, all I said was Yes, dear.

Not dear or honey any more. Youve lost that privilege. From now on its Mistress or Mam, do you understand, you weasel? What could I do? Yes, Mam, I said, I understand. And from here on, Im the boss around this house, you understand that dont you weasel? Yes, Mam, whatever you say, Mam. Well, she had me. Get downstairs in the cellar and get naked. Wait for me on your knees. Itll be a long wait, understand, weasel? Yes, Mistress Diane, immediately Mistress and I stripped right on the spot and headed down the stairs to the cellar. I got on my knees on the cement floor, and waited. And waited. And waited. My knees ached and I was chilly. One thing for sure, I kept my hands off my cock.

Finally, my wife, er Mistress, showed up. She had leather restraints in her hands Id never seen in the house before. She placed them on my wrists and had me place others on my ankles and around my neck. Then she spread-eagled me, using hookeyes to attach ropes from ankles and wrists to the walls. Where had these screw eyes come from? She must have known shed get this chance and was just waiting for me to screw up.

Once bound, she blindfolded me and said shed be back later. But she didnt leave until shed hung one of my shoes from my balls by tying the laces around them. Even the slightest movement caused the shoe to swing and my balls to get stretched and jerked. Ill tell you, it hurt.

It seemed like 8 hours until Diane...er Mistress Diane, came back, but it was probably less than an hour. Happy hanging around, sweetie? my wife asked mockingly. I shook my head no, not sure if it was OK to speak. Mistress solved that for me by shoving a hefty penis gag in my mouth. It had a strap buckling behind my head. No eyes, no speech.

She took the shoe off my balls, which hurt like holy hell when the tight laces released blood that rushed back into my sac but at least the weight was gone. Then came what I finally figured out were measurements. My cock, waist, sac to asshole to waist and so forth. I knew what that meant: chastity belt. Oh, lord. I innocently thought at least it would be a while until she could order and get one.

But then there was worse. At least immediately worse. I heard that awful buzzing and sure enough felt Mistress using the electric clipper on my chest and abdomen. Then followed the cream and razor and I knew when I could see, Id see smooth and hairless. I kept shaking my head no and trying to beg Diane through the gag to stop. It was just stmmmmmmp pleeeee bggg. Naturally it made no difference. Mistress said not a word but just kept at it.

It got still worse. Next my armpits were denuded. Now thats really important man hair...gone. I truly looked like a smooth 10 year old boy now. Not a single curly hair from neck to balls and everywhere in between. There, boy, now you look more like yourself, said Mistress. I shook my head no but the deed was already done. Then Diane took pictures of me, actually, shed been taking pictures from the time she manipulated me into a bikini to my crotch shave to this. She had pics of me collared and naked, licking her feet and no doubt many more. Also video cam of me degraded. All she had to do was put the stuff on YouTube or somewhere and Id be a laughing stock and probably lose my practice to boot.

Now, darling, after I let you down, Im going to give you the clipper and razor and I want those hairy legs shaved smooth, just like the rest of you. And hear this boy, YOU STAY SMOOTH EVERYWHERE OR ELSE. Well, now I knew what or else meant so I just nodded submissively that Id shave my legs and then remain smooth. I was beaten. She was boss and I was now, in effect, her boy, no, her slave. Id have to do whatever I was told or that stuff would be sent out over the net and ruin me.

Mistress removed the gag and blindfold and asked if I knew what I was. She had a full length mirror propped up in front of me just in case I needed to be reminded of my smoothness. Yes, Mistress, Im now your boy, no, really your slave. Youve made me your slave and you are now the boss and Ill have to do whatever you tell me to. Unfortunately, my cock had grown hard as the shaving began and was now a full blown roaring boner. Somehow, this had all turned me on!

Thats it on the first try. Youre my slaveboy and I see it makes you hard, slave. Better learn to live with it. Never, never call me anything but Mistress or Mam or Boss. Understand? I nodded. Now, I have a wonderful surprise for you that youll find a great help with that nasty masturbation habit that got you into all this trouble. Well, I knew it wasnt something Id like and man was I right.

My former wife and present Mistress put a plastic ring around my cock and balls and then lubed up my cock (after icing it flaccid) and slid it into a plastic tube. As I looked down in horror, Mistress snapped a padlock on the thing and I was now cocklocked. She had put me into a cb3000. What was I to do? How would I get sex? She clarified that immediately. Now slave, I control that wimp penis. I decide when you cum. You have no say. None. If you beg, Ill just extend the time in chastity so dont bother asking. Youll get relief when you earn it, and Ill decide if youve earned it.

The first step when I let you down is to kiss my feet. Every morning when you first see me and every evening when I get home, you get on your knees and kiss my feet. Understand, slave? I nodded yes. Good. Now that your weenie is locked up, youll be glad to know you dont have to wear the cupjock anymore, but keep it handy for future use. I just nodded.

From now on, when youre at home, I want to see a leather collar locked around your neck. That and the cb3000 is all the covering you need, slave. Got it? What could I say? I just nodded. After you get rid of that nasty hair on your legs, you can start on the laundry. I discharged Dorrie today so youll be doing the laundry, cleaning and dont forget the shopping. And errands. I know you cant cook so Ill still do that but of course youll serve and cleanup. Got it? I just nodded, again. She was Boss and I was her slave and that was now going to be my life. I wouldve still had a boner though, if my dick wasnt locked into a cage. Who wouldve thought? I was made hot by being shaved and made a slave.

im pretty used to it now. The Chastitysteel device came and I was immediately locked into it. Now my cock is locked in a steel tube so I cant even see it and the tube is locked to a belt around my waist. No way out. Mistress required that I continue at the gym and that I shower there. That made it certain that everyone would know I was a shaved, cocklocked slave. She made me get a tattoo across my back that said SLAVE in capital letters. She also required me to have my tits pierced and get a PA. My gym friends just laughed and teased me but they didnt understand, I was really my Mistress slave. I no longer control any part of my life except while I practice law. And even there, under my trousers, there are my shaved legs and chastity-locked dick and under my shirt a locked collar, and a shaved chest, pits, abdomen and crotch plus a big fat tattoo that reads slave on my back.

Mistress usually lets me cum every 3 or 4 weeks, for which I am most grateful. Naturally, I must eat every drop of cum. Of course I only get to cum if shes gotten an orgasm at least once daily from my tongue and toys, if Ive done the laundry properly, kept the house clean, shopped properly, kept my ass clean so Mistress can dildo-fuck me anytime she wants (it better be clean, I have to lick the dildo clean after shes finished), and remembered to kiss her feet, which is a great privilege Im given. Shes made me learn how to suck off her gay male friends which at first really freaked me out and disgusted me. Now I can blow them or get fucked by them and they tell me Im really good.

Im always horny, of course. But now I wouldnt want it any other way. Serving Mistress Diane, and providing her the daily sexual release she needs, is the most satisfying turn my life has taken and I am so grateful to her for allowing me to be her chastity slave and shaved boy. What more could I want?

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