An Unruly Chastity Slave

I have a chastity slave who couldn’t keep his hands off his cock so I did the only thing any self-respecting Mistress could do. I knew that I was going to have to lock his cock up. But I didn’t just go out and buy the first chastity cage I could find. No, I did my research. I want to do what’s best for me and my slave. My slave had no say in the matter. I knew what was best for him and he had to obey me or he would be punished.

I went to see some of the other Mistresses I knew and explained the situation and asked their opinions. They all told me that I was doing the right thing by putting the wayward slave into chastity. They told me stories of similar situations they had had where a chastity device was the last resort. They even gave me their opinions of which device to purchase. One even gave me a coupon for lube! I was thrilled that my fellow Mistresses could give me such useful information.

A Mistress On A Mission

So I was a Mistress on a mission. I went home to find my slave in my bedroom, stroking his cock without my permission. I was enraged for a moment and thought of beating him soundly for breaking my rules. But then I remembered what I had decided to do and realized that this problem would soon be fixed. I just clouted him in the back of the head and dragged him out of my bedroom by his ear. I had some household business to attend to for a few hours. I had to order new corsets and uniforms for the slaves that my maids and I also had to oversee the slaves that were polishing the silver. But after that, I could go on my errand and pick up the device for my horny slave.

I went to a merchant who sold chastity devices in the back of his store, in a quiet, dark corner. I was a good customer of his and I had called ahead with my order, so he had my purchase ready. The shop was empty so he took the time to show me how to slide it on and lock it.

He showed me metal locks and keys as well as plastic locks that could be cut off with scissors. These locks were numbered so that I could tell if my slave had cut the lock and took the device off without my knowledge. I chose the metal lock. I didn’t have time to worry that he had let himself out.

A Chastity Slave in A Cock Cage

On the way back home, I decided that I alone would carry the key. No one else needed one. The shop owner had assured me that the device could not be detected under normal street clothes, so no one ever needed to know at all. But I really did want to showcase my slave wearing his chastity device at my next dinner party. The other Mistresses would expect me to show the little sissy around.

I got home and called the slave back into my bedroom. He skipped behind me happily, with no knowledge of what I was about to do. I closed the door behind us and told him to take off his clothes. He beamed with anticipation of what he probably thought was a stroking session. When he was naked, I opened the box and removed the chastity device. The slave’s face fell and lost all of its color.

I told him quietly what I expected of him and why. “You cannot keep touching your cock whenever you feel like it,” I said. “You will wear this for your own good.” He began to cry and sputter, whining that it wasn’t fair that he was the only one. I told him that life wasn’t fair and repeated that it was for his own good. As I slid his cock into the device, he told me that he wasn’t the only one that stroked his cock all the time without me knowing.

He started to accuse many of his fellow slaves until I looked at him sternly and told him to be quiet. I reminded him that he was the one that I always caught jerking off in my bedroom or in the kitchen pantry. I had never caught anyone else doing this. In the end, he accepted his fate. That was two years ago. Now he is a well behaved servant who never strokes without permission.

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