Marked – Chastity Story

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Marked – Chastity StoryI woke up to a familiar situation, though not one I normally wake to find. My arms are restrained, as are my legs, and I am naked save for a collar and my ever present chastity device. I am no longer sure how long it has been. It is taken off once a week for cleaning, but never by my own hands. Indeed, it has been months since I have been able to touch myself, or had true release.My Goddess likes me horny and wanting. She likes me literally dripping with need… it used to be need to cum, and sometimes it still is. But increasingly, it is need to please her. It is need to have her choose. I am breaking, and she knows it.I test the bonds that are holding me comfortable but mostly immobile. As usual I could not get out if I wanted to. There is something about bondage…something about being tied down for her that brings me a sense of peace. I am completely vulnerable, but because it is for her I know I am also completely safe. I think a little bit of my taste for freedom dies each time I feel it.I hear padded footsteps in the hallway and suddenly she has entered the room. She is wearing one of my old t-shirts and little else, other than a smile. “Let’s play a game,” she says.I start to agree verbally but she shushes me. “It was not a choice silly,” she laughs, “this game is simple. I am going to ask questions. You are going to answer them. Your answers will be final…and if they please me you will be rewarded.”“I understand Goddess.” I say to her.Her reply is to smack me, hard, on the inner thigh. I wince.“Until further notice you will speak only when asked a direct question. This rule is in effect until I say otherwise.”I nod, to which she smiles.“Good pet,” she moves closer to me. Suddenly, she is removing my chastity device. I don’t know what to think but I know things are about to get interesting. Once it is removed, she goes into the bathroom and comes out with a soft, and warm, wet wash cloth. She wipes me down and soon I am rock hard just from that bit of stimulation.She giggles at me and throws the wash cloth to floor at the side of the bed. Soon she is gliding her fingers lightly up my straining member. I start breathing hard and start to canlı bahis lose myself in the pleasure. I feel her rub a finger over the cock head, and look down just in time to see her jam it into my mouth. She loves feeding me my precum, and somewhere along the way I have learned to love it as well. I suck greedily at her finger and she beings to play with my left nipple with her other hand. Soon I am lost again in the pleasure and the realization that this will be anything but a normal day.“Do you love me?” She asks. I am so lost in the feelings she is causing in me that I don’t respond quickly enough to please her. Suddenly my nippple is engulfed by searing pain. “Do you love me?” She repeats as she pinches the nipple hard and twists it slightly.“Yes Goddess. More than anything.” She goes back to rubbing the nipple, which has become even more sensitive and susceptible to her ministrations.I can almost hear the smile in her voice as she continues. “Do you enjoy being mine?”“I do Goddess.”“Really?” she replies, “even when I am mean?” She twists my nipple again.I look at her with eyes of love, lust, and need. “Even then. Maybe especially then.”She laughs and suddenly beings to stroke, ever so slowly, my (hers?) throbbing cock.“Good answer pet.” I moan incoherently in response. “Now things are going to get interesting,” she tells me.She brings me to the edge twice, rapidly, but does not let me over it.“Now we get to the part where I was talking about final answers.” She stops stroking me but continues to lightly touch all of my most sensitive and most erogenous areas. “Are you ready to take the next step?”I look up at her, not sure what she means. “What is the next step Goddess?”“Permanence.” She replies, tweaking my nipple in such a way that I almost orgasm just from the feeling.“Yes!” I yell as the feelings ripple through me.“Yes what, slave?” She asks, repeating the action, and the attendant feeling again.“Yes, I am ready to be yours.” I say breathlessly.“You already are mine,” she says this sharply before softening. “Are you ready to be mine forever?”I look up at her and know that she can see the longing, and the love, in my eyes. “Forever,” I say simply. She bahis siteleri nods, knowing me and knowing that it was a statement of fact, not a question.“Good pet.” She says and begins to stroke me again. She can tell when I am getting close to the edge. She starts to talk again. “You have pleased me pet and will have your reward, after you answer one more question.”I look up at her with hope. I am sweating and have never been so aroused or so needy. I realize in that moment that I need to cum, but more than that I need her. I hope for both.“If you are going to be mine permanently, I feel the need to *mark* the occasion in some way.” She smiles down at me and squeezes in such a way that my vision goes blurry and I hit a new level of arousal…but am somehow no closer to release. “That means I want to mark you pet. Will you consent to being marked permanently?”Somehow sanity gets the better of me, or perhaps stupidity, and I ask her “How? Or what?”I can say no more though as she squeezes hard and the arousal becomes pain, which is somehow excrutiating but still arousing.“Does it matter how pet? You are mine.” She says this sharply, but as she is always a bit of a paradox, also with love.I realize in that moment how much I need her. How much I need to be hers. “Yes Goddess. Please mark me as yours.”She smiles and nods, and then suddenly leaves the room.I lay there confused. She comes back and places a towel filled with ice over my groin. I shriek and my genitals begin to shrink back from the freezing feeling. She laughs hysterically.“Why?” I half ask half yell.She is still laughing, “Because I need to take you to get your reward.”Without further explanation she removes the towel and quickly relocks me in the chastity device. Then, without warning, she smacks me across the face. It is so hard I see stars. “And that was for speaking without being asked a question.”My face is red and hurting and I suddenly remember the order from earlier in the day.Soon I am untied and dressed in sweat pants (they are girls sweat pants but powder blue so not too girly) and a plain grey t-shirt. She does not allow me to take the collar off, as she usually does when we leave the house- güvenilir bahis I choose not to ask any questions and risk further trouble. She drives and I sit next to her silently.Suddenly we are in front of her favorite tattoo parlor. I look at her with fear. “That’s right,” she says. “You are being marked as mine. That is your reward.”I am in a daze as she leads me into the tattoo parlor. I sit quietly while she talks to the artist. I can’t hear a word they are saying.After a few moments he walks up to me. “Is this true?” he asks gruffly. “You are going to let me ink you the way she wants, and not ask any questions?”“Yes.” I say, hardly believing the word that just escaped my own lips.“Yes what?” she snaps from behind him, a predatory smile that says she is loving all of this.“Yes Sir.” I say simply, her smile changes from cruel to approving.He laughs sharply. “Absurd.” He says. “Well, come with me.”Soon I find myself laying on my stomach, shirtless. Without any warning or explanation my back errupts into sharp pain as the needle hits over and over again. Tears fill my eyes. My Goddess appears before me though and takes both my hands.“You are doing so well,” she tells me.I say nothing but stare at her and let her presence, the needle, the droning, and everything lull me into almost a trance.I don’t know how long we were there. But I remember hearing him pronounce “Done.”Suddenly she is kissing me, hard. “I am so proud of you.” She beams at me. “Mine.” she says simply.I am told to put my shirt back on. I want to see what has been done to me but she laughingly forbids it. “You will see eventually,” she tells me.My cock is throbbing in its plastic prison as we get in the car. I am both hurt and euphoric…. I am hers.She laughs a little. “You thought you were going to get to cum didn’t you? That is what you thought your reward would be?”I look at her with a tired but happy grin and nod.“You will pet. You will cum many times. But you are my property. Do you know what property does?”I smile at her and feel a sense of extreme pride at being hers. “What its owner wants?”“Exactly,” she says. “And the only way you will ever cum is because I want it.”We get home and she puts me to bed. As I am dozing off I feel her attach a leash to my collar and I half way open my eyes.“You are not getting to see that tattoo until I decide.” She says, as if by way of explanation.All I can do is smile. I am hers.

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