Coming home, I summon My chattel into My bedroom, only to find Myself displeased. This foolish boy dared to wear clothes—an unforgivable act for someone who was ordered to remain naked at all times. his excuse? A mere delivery. This insolence must be punished.

I was feeling generous, intending to allow him the privilege of worshipping Me before releasing him from chastity. Not anymore. his punishment will begin with the pure frustration of worshipping My divine, leather-scented body, glistening from a day of exertion. Yet his chastity will remain locked.

Slowly, I remov...

Coming home, I summon My chattel into My bedroom, only to find Myself displeased. This foolish boy dared to wear clothes—an unforgivable act for someone who was ordered to remain naked at all times. his excuse? A mere delivery. This insolence must be punished.

I was feeling generous, intending to allow him the privilege of worshipping Me before releasing him from chastity. Not anymore. his punishment will begin with the pure frustration of worshipping My divine, leather-scented body, glistening from a day of exertion. Yet his chastity will remain locked.

Slowly, I remove My top, and though he knows My perfect breasts are near, he remains obedient, keeping his eyes fixed on Mine. When My skirt slides off, I push his face into My arse, letting him understand his purpose. he will not be released. he exists only to arouse and serve Me.

With a gag silencing his whimpers, I sit on his face, delighting in his helplessness. his caged dicklet swells, purple and aching under My total control. I tease him further, pressing My pantyhose-clad feet to his nose, making him inhale the divine scent of My superiority.

Pleasure courses through Me as I explain his fate. Two more months in chastity. More teasing. More frustration. Perhaps I’ll call My Girlfriend, or even a boyfriend, to satiate My desires, leaving him to kneel in torment. This is his punishment: to suffer, to long, to serve, and to know he will never be enough.