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Permanent chastity is also not fun

Those who have been in chastity in a permanent setup for more than a few weeks probably related to this. The chastity belt is always there, in every moment. While it is exciting to read the captions you can find in tumblr and feel the constraint on the cage when you trying to get hard, or feeling the intense frustration when you are doing a massage to your owner...It is not so exciting in other moments. When you are locked in chastity as a lifestyle (not as a game you can stop at your will) there are many moments in the daily life which the cage feels a real burden: you have to wait more in toilets because you can not use the stand ones, riding a bike is not so comfortable, those tight pants you like you can not wear anymore, when you are on the beach and go swimming your cage is pretty visible,... While all of these things sound exciting, when they are part of your daily life and you can not scape from them can also feel overwhelming. My personal trick to overcome this feeling is using mantras like: "As male, I deserved to be locked in chastity", "All for Goddess Elise, none for me", "I orgasm when I please my owner", "I am locked in chastity because I am beta", "I am lock in chastity because I am a slave", "Chastity is her decision, not mine" These mantras (and some with a bit more degradation) help me to ground my mind into a submissive status in which accepting my situation at that moment became easier. Then I can continue doing the activity I was doing, still suffering from wearing the cage on that moment, but now with the reminder that there is great purpose behind it.

Assertive Young Ladies #101

I just need more femdom where the boy is tied up in visible distress

Tonight I want: a pretty, biddable office slut to fluster and manipulate and micromanage. You might be smart enough to have landed an internship in my department on your own merits, but your gorgeous face and the way your eyes emptied out each time I assigned you a task are what made me claim you for my team.

Can I bend you over my desk and spank you when I’ve had a frustrating client call? Can I dress you up in thin white button down shirts a size too small after writing filthy, possessive words in sharpie all over your chest? Can I tell you to ‘fetch’ in front of your peers when I am ready for my morning coffee? Do you want everyone we work with to know I own you… that I use you? That you exist at our company solely to be my stress relief and servant and treasured trophy and pet?