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I said a month! She doubled it to two! After the two months she asked if I wanted to double it again or go with the number in her head? I chose the number in her head! She said ok, and that was the last thing she has ever said about my chastity cage. That was eight months ago! I’m hoping for a release on the one year anniversary of locking it on! If so, two months to go!

Special Spanking Part 2

The rest of the day, after receiving my girlfriend Lydia’s text with her photo, I was nervous and anxious, almost afraid to go home to get the punishment I deserved. More than that, she’d grounded me for the weekend, meaning I would be naked and bound at all times and would be spanked twice daily, by her and her “special friend,” who would be joining us. I was miserable, but also highly aroused by the thought.

When time passed and it was time to go home, I knew my freedom was over. I drove home, then parked. Where I lived, there was a common parking area, then a long walkway to my residence, an end unit townhouse. I parked, then started to walk slowly, my head down, already shamefully hard and blushing about it.

“Hello Ryan.”

I looked up, and my heart sank. It was Sydney, my girlfriend’s best friend. She was, like Lydia, provocatively attired, but it was difficult to get excited knowing what she was about to do to me.

I took in the sight of her for a moment, from her sunglasses down to her bare feet. The thought kept going through my head - this woman is going to spank me - and the foolish thought of trying to run away passed through my consciousness.

But I knew better. Sydney worked as a police officer. She was trained to take me down.

“Take off your shirt, Ryan,” she told me. “Now.”

“So you’re the special friend?” I asked.

“You know that I am,” she replied. “Obey now.”

I glanced around to see if any of my neighbors were watching but it didn’t matter. I had to obey. I stripped off my shirt and dropped it to the ground. Sydney reached behind her and got her handcuffs off her bikini’s waistband.

“Turn around, hands behind your back,” she ordered, something she’d probably said hundreds of times, but never to me. I turned around and gave up my hands, and she handcuffed me right there where anyone could see.

The woman held me and picked up my shirt. “You are under arrest and in Lydia’s custody. You have been sentenced to a weekend of bondage and spanking. Once inside, you will be stripped naked and remain naked until Monday morning. Do you have any questions?”

A tear was already escaping my eye as the beautiful woman led me toward my apartment, and my fate was sealed. I was captured and would be held prisoner without any hope of escape, and I knew I deserved it.

After party clean up….

Now we’ll have some fun with you.

In a way or another, Torean slavegirls are made to be shaped by their owners. What may seem cruel to many Offworlders, is actually considered a deep act of love and devotion between a dominant and her thrall.

In the ringdom of Asbeth-Seril, followers of the Church of the Twin Goddesses Nyrax and Larerys, define the possible relationship between a dominant and her submissive according to 3 states and their corresponding philosophies.

Lynras: Love and acceptance, “loving domination”.

Sothet: Uncompromising control or “stern domination”.

Itrium: Complement between necessary opposites or “perfect balance”.

Each of these different philosophies stresses different values, techniques and concepts, and represents a separate way to look at the relationship between a slavegirl and her mistress.

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i cannot get over the thought of genuinely being conditioned not to like/want orgasms.

just like imagine someone edging you, feeding you praise and affection the whole time, making you feel really good. every time they deny one of your orgasms they coo at you and tell you how good you are and how much you turn them on.

but every time they do make you cum, they make it completely unenjoyable. maybe they ruin all your orgasms so they aren’t worth it. maybe they keep going while you’re completely oversensitive and struggling to get away because it’s too much. maybe they hurt you as soon as you cum so you don’t even get to enjoy your orgasm.

imagine this going on for months and months until the thought of cumming is completely unappealing/frightening. imagine never wanting to cum again because you know how good edging feels and how much better it is.