Raw || July 29 - 2019

IN THE HIVE

It wasn't that you had wanted to be rude, but when you saw that you're Goddess was dating your old bully from high school, it caused you to act out.

"I'm sorry Goddess." You say, knowing full well how painful it'll be having to call him sir. "It won't happen again."

"It better not." She says. "Because until you learn to respect him, I will be giving him your chastity keys."

You gulp. You long to plead. To drop to your knees and beg her to keep your keys, but after how much attitude you gave early, you know it'll only lead to a worse punishment. "Yes Goddess."

You look down in defeat. This is your life now. A chaste cuck who serves his crush and bully.

Is chastity just a fantasy or experience, I want to try it it but could never see my self doing it long term as I have been told my intimate nature during sex is one of my best qualities and most carrying qualities by previous girlfriends

Aww. I bet you are so good to the girls you take to bed. That is so sweet!

Chastity is a fantasy, for sure, but for many, many lucky men that fantasy becomes a reality. They indeed get locked up in a real, chastity device and they really do hand the keys over to a woman (or man). They really do find themselves coming to love (or need) being locked more than being free.

Let me ask you something. How much of your caring and intimate lovemaking style really involves your penis? I’m guessing if these women are really being pleasured it’s because you’re using your hands, your tongue and your lips. Am I right? If that’s the case, being locked up won’t take anything away from that, will it? It might make you better, more focused on her and more excited to make her feel good.

As he began to slowly regain consciousness nothing was making sense to him. His eyes still felt heavy, like it would take a Herculean effort to open them. So instead, his still disoriented mind did its best to try to piece together the puzzle of what had happened.

Think.... think.... think........

A party. That's right, a party. He'd been at a Halloween party. A risque Halloween party.....

So many provocatively dressed women. Seductive cat women. Naughty school girls. Wicked witches. And, a naughty nurse. A playfully flirty naughty nurse.

And what was that magic potion she had served him? The color was a deep, crimson red. Dark, mysterious swirls played through the concoction as a misty fog seemed to emanate from the glass. It was strong, it was delicious... but, what happened after that?

Slowly, his eyes began to open. His surroundings seemed unfamiliar, white, clinical. And as he started to raise up to gaze around the room he realized he was restrained securely to some sort of an examination table.

He could hear the sound of footsteps approaching, heels clicking on a hard floor. Oh god, the playfully flirty naughty nurse. He tried to speak, but his efforts were futile, his mouth taped closed.

She smiled reassuringly as she leaned over him, her soft, buttons provocatively undone to display her soft, full breasts straining against a lacy red bra. Brushing her fingers softly through his hair, she murmured, "Relax sweetheart, everything's fine. I have no intention of hurting you in any way."

Then grinning wickedly, she leaned down further, touching her lips to his ear. In a sultry whisper she purred, "I have torments of a different sort in store for you this evening."

Standing back up, her gaze locked on to his, her fingers began to slowly undo the remaining buttons, provoking a muffled groan of arousal from her captive patient.

Chuckling wickedly as she began to nudge the uniform down off of her shoulder she teased, "Mmm, I think you're getting the idea now, hmm?"