Miss Anita loved to play cops and robbers. Here she is, surrendering to the long arm of the law…..ready to be frisked before being led away in cuffs.
Only, you’re wearing the cuffs at the moment, aren’t you? Looks like she’s going to get away with it after all…
Boys can understand consent. They just don't WANT to. So make it easy for them. Lock him up in chastity a couple weeks and get him to agree to the craziest, cruelest, kinkiest ideas you can think up. Have him type it up & sign it as a contract. Then remove the cage, jerk him off fast, and start doing all those things he'd been so excited about minutes ago.
Solid
As the doorbell rang, Sydney stood up and announced, "I'll get it... I think It's Ems..."
As she opened the door, Sydney smiled to her friend, but then giggling as she saw the state of her boyfriend, Chris. There was a very obvious wet patch on the front of his pants,
"Hey, Chris... long ride?" She smirked and Emily giggled.
"My bad!" she offered, "Took a couple of wrong turns so it was longer than I thought and... Um... well... I couldn't find anywhere good for us to stop before we got here and... yeah... you can see for yourself!"
Sidney shook her head in amusement. Emily had a habit of "getting lost" for just long enough for her boyfriends to have an accident.
"Just as well we were gonna get in the pool anyway." Sydney smirked while taking off her pants.
"Most of the girls are already in there and, I mean, they'll probably tease you about it but, they've been drinking for a while and not getting out so..." she raised an eyebrow at the implication, "they shouldn't be that fussed if you get in like that!"
Chris said nothing and hung his head.
"Aww... I'm sorry babe," Emily mocking consoled him, "I'll tell 'em it was my fault. Trust me, they'll understand. It's not like they've never seen a guy in wet pants before..."
"Exactly," Sydney confirmed, although not letting him know quite how often, or how familiar the circumstances were.
"Um... I can get changed first..." he mumbled
As he stepped forward she blocked the door.
"Actually... no! You can't." She stared him down. "That's not gonna work for me. You're not coming in here like that!"
The girls looked at each other knowingly.
"That's fair," Emily grinned, "we'll walk around the side and you can just hop in the pool... after I introduce you to everyone!"
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Sorry not sorry but the idea of getting muzzled like a dog is actually.....You Know. Like one of those cage ones? Having it locked so I can't take it off myself, forced to wear it for the day? Fuuuuck.
Not even as a punishment, necessarily, although that would definitely also be okay; just because I'm a nibbly little pup who needs some help keeping their mouth to themself. All the things that go with it, too; having mealtimes decided for me, not being allowed anything even near my mouth like a toy or fingers or otherwise, having to rest my head so carefully when I'm trying to rest because the snout of it gets in the way. Just being forced to be muzzled so my owners can have some peace from me trying to kiss and suck and bite all the time. Just casual dominance and control and humiliation.
Being collared is a no brainer. I am owned, after all. That just adds to it, too.
What is one of the most evil things I can do to someone who's locked in a chastity cage?
Lock him in a tight cage and feed him some viagra
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