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A Month of Sundays 29

By Design #4 - Emilia Clarke

Agni, your stories are wonderful, especially to know that there is at least one woman out there that is introducing men to chastity, not the guy always bringing it up. Your stories from collage are particularly great. Can I ask, what is your shortest time from meeting a man to you locking him up. Where you met him in person in vanilla circumstances and he had not heard of chastity before he met you? (and how long did you keep him locked?!)

Well thank you very much! I’ve got so many stories from college that I haven’t written up yet. Of course, I was there for a loooong time. I have a leather-bound notebook where I kept notes on all my boys back then. I’m all digital now but that notebook is gold.

Hmm, that’s a doozy. I don’t know my shortest time. I haven’t really been keeping running statistics. I mean, Xbox bets are probably the fastest conversion from vanilla to locked. It’s basically a one-evening transaction.

But if you’re thinking of more of the seduction route, one very rapid transition that comes to mind was a study partner in school. You know college. Remember those nights when you’d finish dinner and then hoof it back to campus for some late night cramming? I used to stay in the library every night until midnight, which was closing time. There was often a group of us studying for one class or another. The closer to midnight the giddier and sillier everyone became until we were drunk with the lack of sleep.

One night I was alone with a cute boy from Econ, I think. We were sitting opposite of one another at a thick wooden table. Shoes were always discarded by 10 and I remember I was absentmindedly sliding my foot up and down his shin under the table. I did that kind of thing a lot.

I was probably verbally teasing him on auto-pilot while reading. I can’t turn it off sometimes. Suddenly he says, “Are you just trying to ruin my study so you can beat me on the final?” It hadn’t occurred to me but we were all low-key competitive about grades. I said, “No. If I were trying to ruin you I’d have you locked in a steel cock cage by now.”

What followed was a long back and forth that involved a number of hushed “what the hell!”s and muted, “I don’t f*cking believe you”s. My foot inched further and further up his leg as we sparred until it was against his groin. His breath was short and quick and I remember how he straightened in his chair when I pressed my foot against it for the first time. I remember his eyes drooping as he slid back down in his chair, pivoting his hips to rub himself against my foot as we talked. I told him all about how pleasurable it would be to let me control his orgasms and how exiting I could make it for him.

Long story short, two days later I brought one of my cages to the library. We slipped into the ladies room to try it on him. “I don’t remember the details, really. But I remember laughing when we came out and he was walking like a bow-legged cowboy saying, “It’s actually quite comfortable.”

So that would be roughly 48 hours from intro to cage.

I ended up getting an A- on the final and an A in the class. I think he got a B.

Practical Approach

The Jerk - Part 1

A planned wank to some femdom porn was all you wanted. The long day at work needed some relief, and as you settled down to load up your favourite leather clad bitches on the laptop, you took your cock out of your boxers and started to jerk off. You paid no attention to the sound outside as you were too busy listening to the creaking outfit of a vicious leather vixen, chastising you for being a weak little pervert.

The feeling was too good and you knew that it wouldn’t be long before you shot your load into your balled up sport sock….it was going in the laundry anyway and you couldn’t wait. The visual of the boots rubbing against the gloves of your porn star mistress started you off. The explosion of pleasure was tremendous as you jerked off into the sock….getting every smidge of orgasm out. You sat back and closed you eyes….breathing heavily as the hardness started to fade.

The feeling of cold steel against your throat made you instantly aware. And there she was….the black leather suit, the facemask and the cruel eyes glaring at you. She hissed a warning for you to keep quiet…..or else your cock gets cut off. You nodded and instinctively put your hands up. Her tight ponytail swished as she grabbed her bag of delights. The duct tape and zip ties fell on the bed, with the added peril of a pistol now in her hand. She stepped back slowly, the gun trained at your crotch. She ordered you to gag yourself….but as you went to rip the tape off the roll, she shook her head and pointed to the cum filled sock. You told her to fuck herself…..an act not recommended as the gun was pointing at you and she clicked the chamber. It was loaded and she wasn’t playing.

You stuffed the sock in your mouth, the cum still warm as you retched. She told you to wrap the tape tightly around your mouth again and again. You felt as if your head was going to explode from the pressure of the vice like gag….she indicated for you to stop and then ordered you to zip tie your ankles together….again, the gun was waved in front of you for emphasis. You clicked on the binding and she pushed you face down on the bed and bound your wrists. She got on top of you and took more tape….this time to reinforce the wrist tie and she pulled your hair spitefully.

Her gloved hand started to run up your body and stopped near your ass. You grunted and struggled as she ripped your boxers away and probed your hole….then reaching around to tug your balls. She dismounted and hauled you onto your back. Her fingers still probing your ass and the other hand gripping your cock. She looked over to the laptop and evidence of your entertainment was still on display. Her taunting was seductive and despite the situation, you could feel yourself shamefully getting hard.

She played the clip again and decided to reenact the video….grinding her leather clad body against you. Her high heels digging into your flesh. The jerking and rough anal play was doing things to you, making you feel desperate and used. Her eyes were burning a hole into you, her breathing harder and quicker as she abused you. As you thrust against her hands, you could feel yourself about to cum again and she let you orgasm. The gag just about kept your roars to a minimum as she wanked the Holy Spirit from you. Her gloves soaked in your filthy jizz. She took your tattered underwear and wiped her gloves clean….taking care to smear the rest over your tape gagged face.

It was just the start of her plans for you. She took the knife and cut your ankles free, and you were dragged to your feet. She explained that she didn’t intend to take anymore than she needed, but you would be a tempting toy to play with. She draped a dressing gown over you and grabbed your car keys. It was time to take the party elsewhere.

To be continued……