Among the many slaves in my service I have a chastity sub with whom I have a special arrangement. Initially contacting me to learn about chastity before taking the plunge, he soon purchased his first chastity device – a Birdlocked Mini. My excellent information was rewarded of course with plenty of Amazon gift vouchers. He seemed to eager to try out his new chastity device but was nervous about sending the keys out in the post for his first chastity sentence so I allowed him to use a numbered plastic lock. It was then that he realized being in my service as a chastity slave was no easy feat!
His first week started out well enough, day one he had taken the bull by the horns and just got on with it. Then came days two and three. Already it seemed he was looking forward to his release on Sunday. I received images of his dribbling locked up cock. By day four he was asking me, “Will you be letting me out on Sunday?” Will you be allowing me to cum on Sunday? There are many things that I simply do not put up with and incessant begging is one of them.
‘Wah wah I’m soooo horny! I want to defile myself and play with my clitty!!!!’ Yeah, fuck that noise. I nipped that shit in the bud and told him that if he didn’t stop whining I was going to go round, take his cage off, stuff it full of nettles, stuff him back in, lock him up with a brass padlock and take away the key. I demanded that he write 100 lines of “I must not ask Mistress when I will be released. Only She decides” Sure enough the whining stopped and I shortly received yet another gift voucher in my inbox.
With his first week of chastity all said and done he was pleased with the experience overall. It wasn’t long before he was ready to lock his cock away. This time there was less whinging and more submission. We even came up with the idea of what I like to call Food Cuckoldry.
Chastity Cuckoldry vs. Food Cuckoldry
While I offer keyholding services for £100 per lock up, I don’t offer the traditional cuckoldry service. If you’ve ever had the glorious experience of meeting me in person, you will know that I have one hell of a twisted imagination. I felt that in order for my new chastity slave to experience a sense of cuckoldry that I was willing to provide I would have to be inventive.
I began concocting a plan in which my husband and I would go out for a delicious curry while my submissive little cuck was forced to eat the cheapest korma he could find. He was to lock up on Thursday night with a brass padlock, send me a picture, find a worthy curry to satisfy my sadism and eat it while I was out enjoying a delicious dhansak curry with all the trimmings. The following morning he was allowed to unlock his pathetic cock, have a wank and then eat his own jizz for breakfast.
He not only paid for his own £1.49 chicken flavoured korma from Aldi (after checking ASDA, Tesco, Morrison’s and Aldi for the cheapest) but was instructed to pay for my date night out at our favourite curry restaurant with my husband. My husband always loves when he benefits from my Mistress work and we certainly enjoyed ourselves at my chastity cuckold’s expense.
Would I do it again? Without hesitation! There are plenty more restaurants I love to frequent and I do adore making boys suffer one way or another. I may mix it up in future making him eat his least favourite curry from a dog bowl… or the floor. I’m even thinking of creative ways he could consume his own ejaculate. He will do whatever I say as long as I’m in control of his itty-bitty clitty.