I'm In Two Minds About Whether I Want To Be Jeff Or Whether I Think He's An Idiot For Letting You Go.

Hunted

I sat in the limousine, my hands locked behind my back in handcuffs, not exactly the way I'd pictured riding in such a luxurious vehicle, as the woman who captured me made a call on her cellular phone.

"Hi Sydney," she said. "It's Jill. I've got him. He's all locked in handcuffs and I tied his feet once I got him in the car. We're on the way to you now so you can get the bounty. See you in a few hours."

She hung up as I glared at her. She smiled.

"Don't look at me like that," she said. "I'm not the one who had a fugitive warrant for my capture. It's not my fault I captured you, Mr. Griffiths. It's you who couldn't get away from me."

I blushed, shameful, enraged at myself. She'd approached me at an art exhibit, a very public event, and announced she knew who I was and that she worked for a bounty hunter who'd been contracted to capture me and bring me to face the warrant several states over. I'd asked her to take me somewhere private to handcuff me, but she'd refused and taken me into her custody right there, in front of dozens of people. Dozens more witnessed her walking me through the large art museum and out to this limo, and she'd sat me down, belted me into place, and tied my feet before calling in that she'd caught me.

"I really thought you were going to try to run," she said with a smile. "But I guess getting chased and caught was more embarrassing than surrendering to me to get arrested. Tough call, but I'm sure glad you didn't make me run. For that, I won't gag you for the drive."

She laughed at my dour expression, and patted my cheek mockingly.

"Cheer up," she said. "It could have been worse. Now you get to stare at me for the next few hours while I take you to my boss, and then to jail."

I've got to admit, I can't seem to stay away from your blog (That seems to be a reoccurring theme around here.) Keeping a boy on an academically tied release schedule sounds like the perfect way to keep college students in line (And just what I need 😅). Have you kept any other boys on unusual schedules before?

I’m very pleased to hear it! Come! See! (Just don’t cum.)

I’m sort of constantly setting “goals” for chaste boys. I don’t always put a ton of thought or planning into it. I just dish out assignments as I think of them. Let’s see. So, just off the top of my head, within the last couple days:

 I gave one married man an assignment to make dinner every day for the next 14 days.

 I told one young chap that his orgasm depended on the outcome of a cricket game. (I know next to nothing about cricket so we’ll see what happens.)

I made one guy roll a pair of 12-sided dice to determine the number of days until release.

I checked in on a student whose orgasms are tied, not to grades, but to the number of social events he attends. He’s a veritable hermit and he needs to get out and make friends. This is one of my favorite things to do, by the way.

I implied a man might be getting out if he sent me flowers. The flowers arrived and I sent him pictures of me entertaining guests with the flowers in full view. A small key was nestled into the arrangement. No release, though. Woops!

I checked up on several men in weight loss chastity. That’s always ongoing. It’s fun to watch the pounds melt away.

Played the most dangerous guessing game: Guess the date I’m thinking. Guess too low and you get punished by adding double or triple the difference. Guess too high and, well, obviously you are prepared to do that many days. You can keep that date.

edge me with my hands tied at my hips, so no matter how much you tease, no matter how desperate i am to touch, my hands can never quite reach where i want them to

Sock # 8821