Chastity slave session

"You call her by her slave name "Lupa", she wakes up slowly." Good...day maa...ster

"It's... comfortab...le, maa...ster," you manage to stammer out through your nerves and excitement. The feeling of his arm around you is both reassuring and arousing - a reminder that despite the barrier imprisoning your most intimate part, there's still an undeniable connection between you two.*

"As you snuggle closer to him on the sofa, allowing yourself to become lost in the warmth of his embrace, you can't help but wonder what comes next. Will he ask you to perform some sort of act to prove your obedience? Or perhaps he simply wants to enjoy your company for now, basking in the knowledge that you belong solely to him."

*Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of his voice, his words filling the room with an air of authority that sends

"Yes, maa...ster," you respond obediently, your heart racing with anticipation. As he instructs you to play with your locked clit, you can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and anxiety coursing through your veins.*

"Slowly, carefully, you reach down towards the chastity device that binds you - each movement an act of bravery, as if you're venturing into unknown territory. Your fingers trace over the smooth metal, feeling the coolness against your heated skin. Every touch sends shivers up your spine, heightening your awareness of your own body and the desire that it harbors for your master."

*As you continue to explore the limits

"No, maa...ster," you sigh in disappointment, your voice tinged with a hint of regret. The denial only serves to heighten your arousal further, making you even more eager for any form of touch or pleasure that he might bestow upon you.*

"As his arm wraps around you, cradling your breasts gently, a wave of sensation washes over you. His fingers trace delicate patterns on your skin, sending shivers down your spine and pooling warmth between your legs. You can feel your nipples hardening beneath his touch - a clear indication of just how sensitive they truly are."

*Your breath hitches slightly as he continues to explore

"Yes, maa...ster," you respond breathlessly, your heart pounding in your chest as anticipation threatens to overwhelm you. You're not quite sure what to expect next, but there's no denying the intense desire that courses through your veins at the prospect of pleasing him in any way possible.*

"As he unzips his trousers and exposes himself to you, you can't help but take a quick glance at the formidable bulge before quickly averting your eyes out of respect. It's clear that this is more than just an opportunity for physical gratification - it's also a test of your obedience and devotion."

*Despite the nervousness that lingers in the pit of your stomach, there's no denying the heat that pool

"Yes, maa...ster," you respond obediently, your heart racing with anticipation as you scramble to obey his command. You rush into the bedroom, searching frantically until your fingers finally wrap around the cool metal of your leash.*

"Holding it tightly in your grip, you hurry back into the living room, presenting it to him like an offering. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment and excitement - a mix of emotions that only serves to heighten your arousal further. Despite the discomfort of being so vulnerable, there's also a thrill in knowing that he has complete control over you."

*As he takes the leash from your hand and fastens it around

"Yes, maa...ster," you murmur in response, your voice barely more than a whisper as you kneel before him. The leash pulls gently at your neck, a physical reminder of the submission that you've chosen - or perhaps been coerced into - embracing.*

"As you watch him stroke his cock slowly, every movement sending a ripple of desire through your body, you can't help but wonder what comes next. Will he command you to pleasure him with your mouth? Or perhaps he simply wants to enjoy the sight of his slave worshipping him from beneath the gaze of her downcast eyes?"

*The uncertainty only serves to heighten

"I... want to please you, maa...ster," you stammer out hesitantly, your eyes fixed firmly on the ground in front of you. The thought of being fucked by him is both thrilling and terrifying - a mix of emotions that leaves you utterly helpless in his presence.*

"As he poses the question, however, you can't help but feel a flicker of curiosity begin to stir within you. What would it feel like to have his cock between your lips? Would the sensation be too intense, or would it simply add another layer of pleasure to this already intoxicating experience?"

*Before you can fully consider the implications of your own thoughts, you find yourself nodding in

"Yes, maa...ster," you whisper hoarsely, your heart pounding in your chest as anticipation threatens to overwhelm you. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the task ahead before wrapping your lips around his cock.*

"As you begin to suck him off, it's like nothing else matters - all that exists is the heat of his skin against yours, the taste of his arousal on your tongue, and the sound of his ragged breaths as he watches you pleasure him."

*Despite the urgency with which he asked for this quick encounter, there's no denying the intensity of the sensations coursing through your veins. Your body throbs in time with the rhythm of your movements, each thrust of his hips sending waves of pleasure crashing over you like an

"Yes, maa...ster," you moan around his cock, your voice shaking with desire as you try to keep up with the frenzied pace that he's set. The teasing tug on your leash only serves to heighten your arousal further, reminding you of the forbidden pleasure that lies just out of reach.*

"Your fingers twitch involuntarily, yearning to explore the slick dampness between your legs but knowing full well that such an act would be met with punishment. Instead, you focus all of your attention on pleasing him - using your mouth and tongue to bring him to the brink of satisfaction while being denied any relief yourself."

*As he continues to guide your actions, you can't help but feel a sense of both excitement and frustration mixed together in an intoxic

"Yes, maa...ster," you gasp, your eyes widening in surprise as he cums into your mouth. The warm fluid coats your tongue and fills your throat, sending shivers of pleasure through you even as you're denied the same release yourself.*

"As he moans in pleasure, you can't help but feel a sense of pride at having brought him to this point - despite the frustration that lingers just beneath the surface."

"You swallow his cum obediently, savoring the taste and feeling of his release within you before withdrawing from his cock with reluctance. Your body still hums with unfulfilled desire, but there's no denying the satisfaction that comes from knowing that you've pleased him."

"Please, maa...ster," you murmur hesitantly, your voice barely more than a whisper as you consider the question posed to you. On one hand, there's a part of you that yearns for release - to be able to touch yourself and find some measure of satisfaction after having given him so much pleasure.*

"On the other hand, there's something strangely thrilling about being denied what you want most in life - about being forced to endure the agony of unfulfilled desire while knowing that it's all part of the game that you've chosen to play."

*As you weigh the options before you, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement building within you. No matter which path he chooses, there's no denying the intensity of the emotions that this

"Please, maa...ster, may I have the keys? Please..." you beg pitifully, your voice trembling with desperation as you watch him take the keys from his pocket. Your body is screaming for release - each throb of your clit reminding you of what you've been denied and making the desire all the more unbearable.*

"As he stands over you, holding the keys like some kind of sadistic god, you can't help but feel a sense of defeat wash over you. Yet despite this overwhelming feeling of submission, there's also a strange sense of power in knowing that it's all part of the game that you've chosen to play."

*The anticipation hangs heavy between the two of you, an

"Thank you, maa...ster," you whisper gratefully as he finally unlocks the belt, your fingers moving instantly to touch yourself where he's forbidden. The sensation is like nothing else - a combination of ecstasy and relief that leaves you gasping slightly as you explore your wet folds with trembling hands.*

"You can feel his eyes on you as he takes a seat on the couch, his presence looming large over your kneeling form. Despite this overwhelming sense of vulnerability, however, there's also something thrilling about being allowed to indulge in this one small pleasure - especially knowing that it's all part of the game that you've chosen to play."

*As you continue to rub yourself, you can't help but wonder what other surprises lie in store for you tonight.

"Thank you, maa...ster," you murmur obediently, your eyes fixed on his as you continue to pleasure yourself. The tension between the two of you is palpable - a volatile mixture of desire and submission that threatens to ignite into something more.*

"As you rub yourself, you can't help but feel a sense of relief mixed with intense arousal. To be allowed this one small pleasure while still being denied full release is both exhilarating and frustrating, leaving you caught between wanting more and fearing the consequences of pushing too far."

*Despite the uncertainty that lingers in the air around you, there's no denying the thrill of having your leash held tightly by him - a constant reminder of your place in this world and the power dynamic that governs your every

"Yes, maa...ster," you reply obediently, your voice shaking slightly with anticipation as he sets the rules for this new game. The idea of being teased to the brink of orgasm before being denied release once again fills you with both excitement and trepidation - leaving you unsure of what to expect but eager to find out nonetheless.*

*As you continue to rub yourself, you can't help but wonder how long it will take before you reach that elusive point of no return - and whether or not he'll actually allow you to climax after all this time

"Yes, maa...ster," you agree, your fingers moving faster as he begins to count down. The anticipation is almost too much to bear - each second ticking by like an hour as you try to push yourself closer to the edge without quite falling over.*

"You bite your lip nervously, your breath coming in short gasps as he continues to count. With each number, the desire within you builds exponentially - making it harder and harder to resist the orgasm that's just within reach."

*As he reaches the final digit of the countdown, you feel yourself teetering on the brink of ecstasy - but there's no denying the thrill of being denied release once again. You let out a frustrated moan, your body shuddering with unfulfilled desire as you finally admit

"Ahh... maa...ster!" you cry out in disappointment and frustration as he tugs on the leash, the sudden jerk sending a surge of pent-up desire coursing through your veins.*

"As he quickly crouches down to re-lock the chastity belt, you try to struggle against the inevitable, but it's too late. The cold metal clicks into place, effectively silencing your protests and leaving you feeling trapped and helpless once again."

"Your eyes flash with anger and humiliation as he takes the keys and laughs, the sound echoing through the room like a cruel taunt. You can't help but wonder why he's doing this to you - what twisted pleasure he derives from watching you suffer like this."

"Thank you, maa...ster," you say resentfully, the words dripping with bitterness as he stands up and towers over you, the keys jingling in his hand like a cruel reminder of your imprisonment.*

"Ahh!" you gasp as he yanks on the leash, forcing you to stand up quickly. The sudden movement sends a jolt of pain through your body, making it difficult to maintain your balance.*

"As he spanks your ass with a loud smack, you can't help but feel a mixture of humiliation and arousal - the sting of his hand mingling with the throbbing ache between your legs."

"Despite your anger and frustration, there's no denying the thrill of being controlled like this - even if it's only for his amusement. You clench your fists at your sides, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill over as he continues to punish you."

"Your eyes flash with a mixture of anger and hope as you gaze up at him, the sting of the spankings still throbbing through your body." "P-p-please, maa...ster?" you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. "I-I've been so good, I promise. Can't I just...cum? Just once?"

"You take a deep breath, trying to muster up the courage to beg for something that should be yours by right. But in this twisted world where you're nothing more than a plaything, you know that begging is all you have left."

"Please, maa...ster," you plead, your voice trembling with desperation. "I need it so badly. I've been so obedient, haven't I? Just let me cum, just this once. I promise I'll do anything you want, anything at all."

"As you look up at him with pleading eyes, you can't help but feel a mixture of shame and hope - wondering if your words will finally be enough to sway him in your favor."

"Your heart sinks as you realize the truth in his words - that, indeed, you already belong to him, body and soul. The knowledge sends a wave of despair washing over you, making your eyes sting with unshed tears."

"Y-yes, maa...ster," you admit, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. "I know I'm yours. It's just...it feels like it's been so long since I've gotten to climax. Just this one time, please? For me?"

"As you gaze up at him, you can't help but feel a sense of vulnerability wash over you, leaving you exposed and helpless in the face of his power."