Domme Keyhold Demanded a Year of Total Orgasm Denial
Lust and curiosity made him the slave of Domme Simone. He worshiped her callous, unfriendly attitude. Kneeling and groveling were involuntary responses.
Domme Simone requires all her servitors be locked in steel chastity devices. She said, all men’s penises should be imprisoned. Penises make fools of men. This was the main reason women must control males.
Her control of a man’s phallus made her omnipotent. Men willing shamed themselves as desperation grew worse. No humiliation was too intense, if few minutes unlocked might be won.
She frequently showed her slave man the key to his chastity device. She promised that if his service pleased her, his adoration deep enough, at the end of a year, she would hand him the key.
After enforced chastity, Domme Simone’s second greatest Femdom pleasure was humiliating men. They went to every bar and restaurant where he was known. Repeatedly she shamed him, made him a fool in the eyes of all observers. Women he had once wanted, laughed at his degradation.
When he begged for mercy, she waved the chastity device key. He begged forgiveness. His punishment was a testicle whipping. Locking his arms behind his back, Domme Simone beat his scrotal sac with a narrow metal rod. She laughed as his body twitched. He wept. Tears never brought mercy.
He licked her shoes, even the soles. He knew she intentionally walked through muddle puddles. He feared he ingested excrement. He did not ask.
During the summer, she treated him like a brat. She would pull his ear, lead him to a corner and make him stand there. She used him as a whipping post. Domme Simone has a large collection of whips, canes, tawses and quirts. Some of their marks will never fade.
They went to several beaches. She often disparaged his manhood in public. Everyone believed his penis was little bigger than a lima bean.
Throughout it all he remained painfully aroused. She giggled at his obvious horniness. He gave her many orgasms. The final week was the worst. His body ached with blocked lust. Erotic desperation ruined his sleep.
One Sunday morning, Domme Simone gave him the key. Nervous, excited he dropped it three times.
The MCD was solid metal. The lock was part of the structure. There was no padlock. The lock resisted his efforts to insert the key.
Domme Simone must have given him the wrong key. A last minor torment before phallic freedom.
He asked for the real key. She laughed; he had the right key.
He tried to shove the key in, scraping his penis in the process. He looked at the Domme with desperation.
“I forgot to tell you. I poured metallic epoxy into the lock.”
He wept. He asked if she knew a kinky locksmith who could unlock the device.
“I do. But I also covered your penis with epoxy before locking you.”
Domme Simone smiled smugly. Her self-delight heightened his anguish.
He would go to the emergency room. Maybe they could take it off.
“You’ll need surgeons and engineers and about hundred-thousand dollars. Even then, they might rip your little piece of meat. “
She broke him. Bored, Domme Simone told him to go away. She refuses his attempts to communicate.
Originally posted 2017-01-22 20:59:17.