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My Landlord Pt. 2 free porn video
"Are you sure? Because once we start, I won't let you back out. I will relieve you of your failed masculinity even if I have to force you. Do you agree to that, my little cutie?"
His hold on me was all-encompassing. I was physically imprisoned in his arms while he fondled my erogenous zones through my skimpy panties. My mind was subdued and mesmerized by the novel feeling of being so thoroughly dominated. No one had ever made me feel so helpless and comfortable at the same time. I didn't know where this was headed, but I felt certain that whatever he was offering, I desperately needed it. I spoke without thought or filter.
"Yess please... I need your help...Take control of me..."
The moment I spoke those words, he withdrew his hands from my body, took me by the arm and led my down the hallway toward his bedroom.
"I'm very glad you opened up to me about all this" he said as he pulled me along. As we entered his room he continued "Its perfectly normal for a boy like you to have these feelings. Luckily for you, I know exactly how to help you find your way. The most important factor is having a strong caring authority figure. Someone who can guide you through new experiences."
He brought me into the middle of his room and went to his dresser. "Someone who can make the right choices for you, so that you don't have to worry about making mistakes or falling short." He opened the drop drawer and fished around a bit before returning to me with a small box. "I'm going to be that person for you. I'll keep you on the right track to help you learn and grow. All you have to do is trust me with absolute control over you." He opened the box revealing a little pink plastic contraption with a padlock. "I want you to reach your full potential, so I'm going to make it very easy for you to follow all my instructions from now on. I just need you to pass this one quick test. Put your hands on your head, close your eyes, and don't move until I tell you."
I immediately did as he said, thrilled to be living in this surreal new world where I always know exactly what to do. I felt him slide my skirt off my hips and down my legs. I stood like a statue for him in my little pink thong until I felt him slide my panties down to my thighs. I was exposed, but I didn't feel ashamed. My small penis didn't even matter to me now that I had given control over to him. All my problems were his problems now. I didn't have to worry about a thing. He started handling my genitals but I stood obediently still and let him do what he wanted with my body. "You're doing great, boy. We're almost there." I was going to pass this little test of trust, and I knew he would be happy with me. It was a thrill to please him by simply holding still. I felt a ring slip around my balls, then it felt like he was sliding my soft little cock into a little protective container. It felt kind of good, so I let him continue. Then I heard the 'click' of a padlock.
"There" he said "You can relax now". I opened my eyes and looked down. My penis was locked in a small pink plastic sleeve. I reached down to feel it. It was definitely firmly secured on me, and it definitely didn't leave any room for me to become erect.
"Whats this?" I inquired curiously.
"Its a male chastity device. This is how we make sure that you'll follow all my instructions. I have the only key. I'll unlock it for you on a regular basis as long as you've followed all my instructions. This is to ensure you stay on track, but it's also to help break down your obsession with your own dick."
"...But I'm not obses-" I tried to protest but he quickly cut me off.
"I know what you do in your room when the door is locked hehe. I get it. Its natural. But you do masturbate a bit too much. That type of thing contributes to low self-esteem and prevents personal growth. I am going to have to limit how often you do it."
"...okay" I mumble, as I stare at the ground feeling ashamed.
"None of this is your fault. All boys are socially programmed to be pre-occupied with their penises. You're taught that the size determines how much of a man you are, that having a small one is humiliating. Isn't that right?" He put a hand gently on my shoulder and pointed down to my little package with his eyes. "You've always felt ashamed of your tiny pecker haven't you, boy?" He asked rhetorically.
I nodded sadly.
"Well from now on you won't have to feel that way. Now that you aren't desperately aspiring to manliness anymore, your dick doesn't play any role in your value as a person. Understand? It will stay locked up safe, hidden from the world. Like it isn't even there." As he spoke, he pulled my panties back up over my little encased package and gave it a gentle 'pat'.
I looked down at myself. Specifically at my crotch. Covered in the panties, it looked about the same as before - just a bulge. But I knew that things were different now. My penis - my 'manhood' - my only means of sexual pleasure was locked up tight, and my landlord/life coach held the key. I couldn't so much as get an erection unless he wanted me to. That in itself was a mind-boggling shift in our relationship. He had always been in charge in some sense, but now he had complete physical control of my most intimate parts. And because of that, he had complete control over me. He basically owned me now. He could keep me from ever having an orgasm again, so I really have no choice but to do anything and everything he wants from now on. Part of me was nervous, but part of me was glad that I was now on a fixed path. It was just like he said; I can't back out. I reached down and pulled my skirt back up and looked up at my new owner.
"Hmmmmm. Should do we do something about your height while we're at it? Personally I think your size makes you extra cute, but I bet you'd feel better about yourself if you weren't quite so small, right?" He seemed to just be thinking out loud.
"Uhhh I guess so, but what can we do about it?"
"Whats your shoe size?" he asked.
"Umm 8 I think. why?"
Bob chuckled and told me to stay put. He went into the other room where the clothes were, and came back holding a pair of black high-heels. "Sit on the bed. Let's see if these fit you." I followed his instruction without hesitation, though I felt unsure about this new footwear. I had never worn women's shoes before, but then again I'd also never worn a thong, bra, or chastity device before tonight, so clearly some big changes were happening in my life. He took my right foot and slid it into the elegant shoe. It slid all the way in and fit snug. He fastened the strap around my ankle and did the same with my other foot.
"Well look at that!" he exclaimed. "Aren't you lucky? Go ahead, stand up". I lowered my feet to the ground and instantly noticed the difference. Not only did the shoes make me stand on my tippy toes, but even under my toes they added at least an inch of height. I carefully stood up; Bob offered a hand to help me balance. I was definitely taller - the floor seemed so much further away now - yet I was still completely dwarfed by my landlord. In fact, wearing the dainty high heels only made me feel more vulnerable; whatever I gained in height, I had to make up for with careful balance and delicate little steps. I definitely wouldn't be running anywhere in these shoes.
"The high heels will take some getting used to, so I want you to wear those around the house as practice. Why don't you go do the dishes. I need to move some things around up here." I offered to help him with the moving, but he insisted the boxes would be too heavy for me, and that I'm much better off helping in the kitchen. I had to admit, with the high-heels on my feet and the tight chastity device on my genitals, the thought of heavy lifting was daunting. So I agreed to leave the moving to him, and went down to the kitchen to do the cleaning.
Getting down the stairs for the first time was a bit nerve-wracking, but the more I walked around the house the more comfortable I got. I would even forget I was wearing them sometimes, but I'd always be reminded when taking the first step after a minute or two of standing still. When I finished the dishes I strolled around the house wiping and decluttering. I was a naturally neat and tidy person so cleaning is no big deal to me. It was actually kind of fun to prance around with little stilts on my feet. I was also still enjoying the thrill of feeling sexy girly panties hugging my pelvis, though the chastity device kept me from getting carried away. I was held in a strange middle-ground somewhere between peaceful contentment and slight sexual arousal. I wasn't getting off on this or anything, but if Bob offered to unlock my chastity right now, I would definitely take him up on it. Suddenly I was imagining that very scenario; my strong commanding landlord putting the special key in my padlock as I waited patiently for him to set me free.... I was rudely woken from my brief daydream by a tight squeeze around my delicate parts. Had the device suddenly shrunk? I pulled my skirt and panties out of the way to check. Nope, it was the same size as its always been. So that must mean my penis had tried to get erect... While I was thinking about him... The man who's house I was living in... This was a bit confusing for me. I'd always only been attracted to girls only. I mean I liked Bob as a person. He was big and strong and confident. I looked up to him and wanted to make him happy. Maybe I wanted him to think I'm cute, because the positive attention felt good. I guess I'd been enjoying myself since he took control of me - being his puppet felt a lot nicer and easier than constantly trying to be my own person and failing... But it's not like I wanted to do anything sexual with him. That would be a nightmare!
Another tight squeeze from the chastity device made me wonder if I was lying to myself...
His hold on me was all-encompassing. I was physically imprisoned in his arms while he fondled my erogenous zones through my skimpy panties. My mind was subdued and mesmerized by the novel feeling of being so thoroughly dominated. No one had ever made me feel so helpless and comfortable at the same time. I didn't know where this was headed, but I felt certain that whatever he was offering, I desperately needed it. I spoke without thought or filter.
"Yess please... I need your help...Take control of me..."
The moment I spoke those words, he withdrew his hands from my body, took me by the arm and led my down the hallway toward his bedroom.
"I'm very glad you opened up to me about all this" he said as he pulled me along. As we entered his room he continued "Its perfectly normal for a boy like you to have these feelings. Luckily for you, I know exactly how to help you find your way. The most important factor is having a strong caring authority figure. Someone who can guide you through new experiences."
He brought me into the middle of his room and went to his dresser. "Someone who can make the right choices for you, so that you don't have to worry about making mistakes or falling short." He opened the drop drawer and fished around a bit before returning to me with a small box. "I'm going to be that person for you. I'll keep you on the right track to help you learn and grow. All you have to do is trust me with absolute control over you." He opened the box revealing a little pink plastic contraption with a padlock. "I want you to reach your full potential, so I'm going to make it very easy for you to follow all my instructions from now on. I just need you to pass this one quick test. Put your hands on your head, close your eyes, and don't move until I tell you."
I immediately did as he said, thrilled to be living in this surreal new world where I always know exactly what to do. I felt him slide my skirt off my hips and down my legs. I stood like a statue for him in my little pink thong until I felt him slide my panties down to my thighs. I was exposed, but I didn't feel ashamed. My small penis didn't even matter to me now that I had given control over to him. All my problems were his problems now. I didn't have to worry about a thing. He started handling my genitals but I stood obediently still and let him do what he wanted with my body. "You're doing great, boy. We're almost there." I was going to pass this little test of trust, and I knew he would be happy with me. It was a thrill to please him by simply holding still. I felt a ring slip around my balls, then it felt like he was sliding my soft little cock into a little protective container. It felt kind of good, so I let him continue. Then I heard the 'click' of a padlock.
"There" he said "You can relax now". I opened my eyes and looked down. My penis was locked in a small pink plastic sleeve. I reached down to feel it. It was definitely firmly secured on me, and it definitely didn't leave any room for me to become erect.
"Whats this?" I inquired curiously.
"Its a male chastity device. This is how we make sure that you'll follow all my instructions. I have the only key. I'll unlock it for you on a regular basis as long as you've followed all my instructions. This is to ensure you stay on track, but it's also to help break down your obsession with your own dick."
"...But I'm not obses-" I tried to protest but he quickly cut me off.
"I know what you do in your room when the door is locked hehe. I get it. Its natural. But you do masturbate a bit too much. That type of thing contributes to low self-esteem and prevents personal growth. I am going to have to limit how often you do it."
"...okay" I mumble, as I stare at the ground feeling ashamed.
"None of this is your fault. All boys are socially programmed to be pre-occupied with their penises. You're taught that the size determines how much of a man you are, that having a small one is humiliating. Isn't that right?" He put a hand gently on my shoulder and pointed down to my little package with his eyes. "You've always felt ashamed of your tiny pecker haven't you, boy?" He asked rhetorically.
I nodded sadly.
"Well from now on you won't have to feel that way. Now that you aren't desperately aspiring to manliness anymore, your dick doesn't play any role in your value as a person. Understand? It will stay locked up safe, hidden from the world. Like it isn't even there." As he spoke, he pulled my panties back up over my little encased package and gave it a gentle 'pat'.
I looked down at myself. Specifically at my crotch. Covered in the panties, it looked about the same as before - just a bulge. But I knew that things were different now. My penis - my 'manhood' - my only means of sexual pleasure was locked up tight, and my landlord/life coach held the key. I couldn't so much as get an erection unless he wanted me to. That in itself was a mind-boggling shift in our relationship. He had always been in charge in some sense, but now he had complete physical control of my most intimate parts. And because of that, he had complete control over me. He basically owned me now. He could keep me from ever having an orgasm again, so I really have no choice but to do anything and everything he wants from now on. Part of me was nervous, but part of me was glad that I was now on a fixed path. It was just like he said; I can't back out. I reached down and pulled my skirt back up and looked up at my new owner.
"Hmmmmm. Should do we do something about your height while we're at it? Personally I think your size makes you extra cute, but I bet you'd feel better about yourself if you weren't quite so small, right?" He seemed to just be thinking out loud.
"Uhhh I guess so, but what can we do about it?"
"Whats your shoe size?" he asked.
"Umm 8 I think. why?"
Bob chuckled and told me to stay put. He went into the other room where the clothes were, and came back holding a pair of black high-heels. "Sit on the bed. Let's see if these fit you." I followed his instruction without hesitation, though I felt unsure about this new footwear. I had never worn women's shoes before, but then again I'd also never worn a thong, bra, or chastity device before tonight, so clearly some big changes were happening in my life. He took my right foot and slid it into the elegant shoe. It slid all the way in and fit snug. He fastened the strap around my ankle and did the same with my other foot.
"Well look at that!" he exclaimed. "Aren't you lucky? Go ahead, stand up". I lowered my feet to the ground and instantly noticed the difference. Not only did the shoes make me stand on my tippy toes, but even under my toes they added at least an inch of height. I carefully stood up; Bob offered a hand to help me balance. I was definitely taller - the floor seemed so much further away now - yet I was still completely dwarfed by my landlord. In fact, wearing the dainty high heels only made me feel more vulnerable; whatever I gained in height, I had to make up for with careful balance and delicate little steps. I definitely wouldn't be running anywhere in these shoes.
"The high heels will take some getting used to, so I want you to wear those around the house as practice. Why don't you go do the dishes. I need to move some things around up here." I offered to help him with the moving, but he insisted the boxes would be too heavy for me, and that I'm much better off helping in the kitchen. I had to admit, with the high-heels on my feet and the tight chastity device on my genitals, the thought of heavy lifting was daunting. So I agreed to leave the moving to him, and went down to the kitchen to do the cleaning.
Getting down the stairs for the first time was a bit nerve-wracking, but the more I walked around the house the more comfortable I got. I would even forget I was wearing them sometimes, but I'd always be reminded when taking the first step after a minute or two of standing still. When I finished the dishes I strolled around the house wiping and decluttering. I was a naturally neat and tidy person so cleaning is no big deal to me. It was actually kind of fun to prance around with little stilts on my feet. I was also still enjoying the thrill of feeling sexy girly panties hugging my pelvis, though the chastity device kept me from getting carried away. I was held in a strange middle-ground somewhere between peaceful contentment and slight sexual arousal. I wasn't getting off on this or anything, but if Bob offered to unlock my chastity right now, I would definitely take him up on it. Suddenly I was imagining that very scenario; my strong commanding landlord putting the special key in my padlock as I waited patiently for him to set me free.... I was rudely woken from my brief daydream by a tight squeeze around my delicate parts. Had the device suddenly shrunk? I pulled my skirt and panties out of the way to check. Nope, it was the same size as its always been. So that must mean my penis had tried to get erect... While I was thinking about him... The man who's house I was living in... This was a bit confusing for me. I'd always only been attracted to girls only. I mean I liked Bob as a person. He was big and strong and confident. I looked up to him and wanted to make him happy. Maybe I wanted him to think I'm cute, because the positive attention felt good. I guess I'd been enjoying myself since he took control of me - being his puppet felt a lot nicer and easier than constantly trying to be my own person and failing... But it's not like I wanted to do anything sexual with him. That would be a nightmare!
Another tight squeeze from the chastity device made me wonder if I was lying to myself...
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