Whitebois Don't Have Wives Or Girlfriends.

Okay but allowing subs to perform oral as a form of reward is so hot. You’ve been good so I will allow you to pleasure me, and you’re gonna thank me

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A few days ago I publish a post in which I made public that I had been exchange between owners:

Beta Forced Into Chastity

Transferred to Goddess Elise

I have been into this lifestyle for a very considerable amount of time. During the last 10 years I have been in and out on relations with di

With the permission of both of them (my actual and my previous owner) I would like to share some more information on how the process was. Now that I look back into that day, the whole situation could make a great script for a fetish movie or story. Now that I recall parts of it, I get aroused. What it could be a surprise for many of you is that it did not was sexually exciting for me on the moment. The main reason is that the whole setup looks so strange to be true, it was like being in a roleplay game but knowing at the same time that the consequences were real.

That day I was doing the chores at my owner house (like almost every day from every weekend in the last 8 months) when the bell of the door sound. I opened the door and welcome a guest in the house, a very young and attractive female. My owner came to welcome here and they took a seat in the living room while I was preparing coffee for both of them. I let them talk and continue with my chores. After a few minutes they call me and my owner order me to get naked. It took me a few more seconds that an appropriate answer will be because I was not sure of how much she knew about "my condition". A second repetition of the order from my owner (by the sound of it, I could already guess there will be punishment later for not obey on the first time) made me take my clothes, so the chastity belt was totally exposed. She did look at me for some seconds (which looks minutes for me in that exposed situation) and they started discussing a document which was in the table. The document was about selling at not cost something from my owner to her. As the conversation went further ( I was there listening on my knees), it started to be more clear that the "something" was alive. I remember my head spinning on trying to figure out what could be, considering my owner did not have any pets. It looks impossible to me that "I" was that something, how they could just trade a human being like this?

When he give the keys to the cock cage, then everything came into his place in my head and a horrifying feeling was starting to build inside me. What is going to happen? What they are going to do to me? What about my limits? I become more and more scared when I start realizing they were planning to not involve me or my opinions in the transaction. By that time, after months locked interrupt in a chastity belt and submitted day after day for months to constant domestic slavery duties, my brain could not articulate any response or saying anything against it. There was only this feeling of hopeless and natural acceptance of whatever my life was going to be from that point on.

Finally he gave her the keys to the chastity cage and the documents with the credentials to all my mails, social media accounts, mobile pin,... (Yes, my owner had unrestricted access to all my digital communications). She ordered me to dress again and place a collar around my neck. I kiss the feet's of my owner for the last time while crying for the idea of losing the privilege of serving him. Then I was put in the trunk of her car, the engine started... and so on a new life for me.

No chance in hell.