Be honest with me, toy. Were you hunting around looking for the key to your chastity cage while you thought I was shopping? Yes, that's what I thought. Thank you for being honest, slave. That's three extra weeks for trying to unlock yourself without permission. What's that? Ahh, you think honesty should reduce that. One more week for thinking the most basic good behavior is worthy of a reward.
Naturally, I knew the police were looking for me, so when I was walking down the street and saw the police car moving toward me, I put my head down and casually moved down an alley between shops. Once out of sight of the road, I ran down the alley, then ducked into an abandoned building, ran through it, then across a vacant lot, down some stairs to a culvert, through the culvert, then through an industrial area and hid in another abandoned building. I waited for the sun to go down, confident I had avoided capture.
Once it got dark outside, I came out of my hiding place, looked around, then moved down another alley and out the other side.
I halted.
“Now Ryan,” the female officer said to me, looking at me with the look of a disapproving mother, despite her youth. “You know I’m looking for you, and you know I have a warrant for your arrest. So why go to all that trouble to walk around, hide, and then wait, knowing I saw you and I’m going to catch you?”
My heart sank. Her tone was mockingly playful, but I also knew this officer from a previous arrest, and she would not tolerate nonsense. Leaning on her car so casually, I knew she was ready to pursue me if I ran. Instead, I sighed and my shoulders drooped.
“Very good boy,” she said. “I’m proud of you. Come on, let’s go.”
She stepped aside, and I put my hands on her car. The beautiful officer searched me, then pulled my hands behind my back, and I heard the click of the handcuffs, signaling to me I had just wasted my whole afternoon trying to avoid my own capture.
“You’re under arrest, honey,” she said, leading me to the rear door of the car. “Now, let’s get you comfortably tucked away in the car and off to jail where you belong, Ryan.”
Raw || December 20 - 2021
Maybe Mistress should send you off to work on Monday in your slutty high heels..
Thanks to @@i-control-sluts-betas-cuckqueans for helping me be a better and better Virgin Beta. Realizing my nub doesn't get any type of sex (and calling what I do get sex is a gross mischaracterization), this post has been edited and updated. My nub has toilet squirts, not sex so the calendar has been renamed to reflect that. Now the calendar is even more perfect for my sexless, virgin nub!
April/Bday: To make it extra special you can have a warm sock. One she wore that night and then gives it to you when you are dismissed to the bathroom. You may squirt into the sock this year. The best orgasm you get all year.
Memorial Day: Definitely a day for you to remember your Virgin status and the beta you have become. No cumming that day to memorialize how pathetic you are.
July 4 and Labor Day are definitely toilet squirts.
Veterans Day is a day of reflection about what others have sacrificed for you. Edge as you reflect on what pleasure your wife has had to sacrifice in order to be married to a pathetic beta like you. Definitely no cumming
Makes sense to celebrate Halloween. To think how scary it is that you are so pathetic. Hump and cum in the toilet that night.
Thanksgiving to be thankful for your wife’s willingness to keep you a virgin and my control to allow her to deal with you less. A day to reflect and edge with no cumming.
Christmas is a day of giving, but you shouldn't expect something special. Give your wife the gift of peace and quiet and meekly ask for a quick and simple solo toilet squirt.
New year’s a holiday to reflect on how pathetic you have been all year. Edging kneeling by the toilet and then squirting into the trash next to the toilet to end the year on the right note
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