“This Is Quite Awkward, Peter. You Know I’m Planning On Marrying Your Father And You Still Beg For

Looks like your bratty stepdaughter was caught making trouble again at university.

And you’re not going to keep her in line…..are you?

Agni, your stories are wonderful, especially to know that there is at least one woman out there that is introducing men to chastity, not the guy always bringing it up. Your stories from collage are particularly great. Can I ask, what is your shortest time from meeting a man to you locking him up. Where you met him in person in vanilla circumstances and he had not heard of chastity before he met you? (and how long did you keep him locked?!)

Well thank you very much! I’ve got so many stories from college that I haven’t written up yet. Of course, I was there for a loooong time. I have a leather-bound notebook where I kept notes on all my boys back then. I’m all digital now but that notebook is gold.

Hmm, that’s a doozy. I don’t know my shortest time. I haven’t really been keeping running statistics. I mean, Xbox bets are probably the fastest conversion from vanilla to locked. It’s basically a one-evening transaction.

But if you’re thinking of more of the seduction route, one very rapid transition that comes to mind was a study partner in school. You know college. Remember those nights when you’d finish dinner and then hoof it back to campus for some late night cramming? I used to stay in the library every night until midnight, which was closing time. There was often a group of us studying for one class or another. The closer to midnight the giddier and sillier everyone became until we were drunk with the lack of sleep.

One night I was alone with a cute boy from Econ, I think. We were sitting opposite of one another at a thick wooden table. Shoes were always discarded by 10 and I remember I was absentmindedly sliding my foot up and down his shin under the table. I did that kind of thing a lot.

I was probably verbally teasing him on auto-pilot while reading. I can’t turn it off sometimes. Suddenly he says, “Are you just trying to ruin my study so you can beat me on the final?” It hadn’t occurred to me but we were all low-key competitive about grades. I said, “No. If I were trying to ruin you I’d have you locked in a steel cock cage by now.”

What followed was a long back and forth that involved a number of hushed “what the hell!”s and muted, “I don’t f*cking believe you”s. My foot inched further and further up his leg as we sparred until it was against his groin. His breath was short and quick and I remember how he straightened in his chair when I pressed my foot against it for the first time. I remember his eyes drooping as he slid back down in his chair, pivoting his hips to rub himself against my foot as we talked. I told him all about how pleasurable it would be to let me control his orgasms and how exiting I could make it for him.

Long story short, two days later I brought one of my cages to the library. We slipped into the ladies room to try it on him. “I don’t remember the details, really. But I remember laughing when we came out and he was walking like a bow-legged cowboy saying, “It’s actually quite comfortable.”

So that would be roughly 48 hours from intro to cage.

I ended up getting an A- on the final and an A in the class. I think he got a B.

kinda need to keep you in your collar for safety. So you won’t stray too far, so you won’t get lost or forget who you belong to. So you won’t get any ideas about being anything more than mine. So you’ll always feel owned, so you always know you’re mine mine mine mine mine mine.