When you asked to experiment with chastity, you never expected it would end up like this so quickly. About one month ago, after an intense session of edging and denial she asked you if you wanted her to take full control.
With her hands she had kept your dick on the edge of cumming you couldn't quite think straight, led on by your deepest and darkest desire you said yes. She smirked and she stopped... she didn't let you cum that night, not even a ruined one.
Instead she waited for a bit, but you weren't getting soft so she forced the issue. She grabbed a different cage than the one you had been wearing so far... smaller and from stainless steel. She got the base ring on and then forced your cock slowly into submission into the tiny metal tube before quickly locking it shut. The key then disappeared into her pocket and you hadn't seen it since.
The way she left you had you throbbing like crazy for days.. weeks. Any intimacy you two had was you between her legs, eating her out, fingering her, making her cum over and cover while your balls ached more and more with every day.
You were struggling to cope however as the days went on, now a month later you had reached your limit. Your balls ached so much and your cock would go nuts at even the slightest thing that aroused you.
You had to talk to her so you walked up to her in the library. "Natalia?"
She ignored your voice a second more before she looked up at you.
"Y/N? What are you doing here?" She asked you.
You sat down opposite her. "Natalia... I.. can't take it anymore.. I'm at my limit." You spoke, the desperation clear in your voice. Her stare went cold and she kept her eyes locked at you which made you nervous... and turned you on at the same time. Your body lit up inside you once again and you quickly felt that ache and need again.
"P.please Natalia... can you release me chastity soon?" You begged her quietly. Natalia didn't respond and just kept looking giving you a stern look.
"My balls ache constantly... my dick goes nuts almost all the time.. more so when I think about you." You went on, that last bit made her stoic stare break briefly into a proud smirk.
"I'm so desperate... I can't stop leaking precum.. Natalia... its too intense. I can't take it anymore... I just can't."
"No... I am not releasing you from chastity. You are close though." She notes.
"Close? Close to what?" You asked her.
"Close to understanding your place... close to accepting permanent chastity." She explains calmly.
"Close to!?" You said a with a raised voice before quickly catching yourself, a few people looked your way before diving back into their books.
"P.permanent chastity?" You whispered quietly staring at her in disbelief.
Then a big, confident smile appeared on her face. She enjoyed seeing the realization that was clearly on your face. You weren't going to be released any time soon or ever for that matter. There was just no way... but why was your body feeling so good, why did the ache started feeling so good. She leaned forwards a little.
"That's right. You are my chaste slut for the rest of your life. One month is nothing... you'll be wearing that when I want for as long as I want and until you understand that... its stays locked."
Your dick throbs and aches with every words she whispers to you. "You won't get a reward before then. Understood?" She then asked in a rather sweet and gentle tone.
"Y.yes. Natalia." You replied without much hesitation.
"Good. Now, I need to get back to studying. I'll text you later, OK? Love you." She blew you a kiss before turning back to her books.
You stood, your whole buzzing like it has never had before.
Your deepest, most hidden desires were coming real...
Fifi this is the perfect dress you picked for my date with Mark, I can tell you approve, your silly little clitty is dripping from that little cage, While i’m gone work on your chore list, my sister might stop by to check on you and you know how funny she finds it to extend that release date. Well come over and kiss my shoes to wish me luck, behave little Fifi. Ciao
Sipping her champagne, she gazes out of the limousine window at the slums passing by, a smug smile on her face. "They’re being evicted to make room for elegant estates," she says casually. "There are five thousand of them, and we’re making room for about 100 wealthy people to live in the same space."
Her boyfriend raises an eyebrow. "Where will they go?"
She laughs, her voice dripping with cold amusement. "To beg, to starve in the streets. Then we’ll make it illegal to be homeless, and they’ll end up in work prisons—where they’ll make me millions."
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