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Note: names have been changed, but this is a real story of my first relationship.
Chapter 1: Meeting
I met Rebecca a couple weeks into grade 12. She went to a different school but we had mutual friends. I didn't think we had much in common; she was taller than me, more athletic, she drank and I didn't. She was hot. Pretty face, light freckles, long dark hair, soft skin, long legs, and a nice bigger-than-average butt that was flaunted by her tight leggings. Right away I assumed she was out of my league and thought nothing of it. There are plenty of girls like that at my school and none of them even look at me. I'm short, scrawny, shrill, lacking confidence, you get the idea. I wouldn't have even entertained the idea of pursuing her, and yet because we were friends with the same people, we kept finding ourselves at the same social events. We actually ended up hanging out semi-regularly that fall and to my utter shock and disbelief, a mutual friend of ours confided in me that Rebecca was interested in me. Something about me was cute to her I guess, I really don't know. I didn't really believe it to be honest, so I didn't have any intention of acting on this information. Sure enough one night a group of us were hanging out at our friend's house watching a horror movie. I sat meekly off to the side on a bed, and Rebecca opted to come sit with me. We were sort of leaning back on some pillows, almost lying down. Halfway through the movie she turns and looks at me. I think she could tell I was paralyzed with nervousness. She quietly said "can I give you a hug?" Dumbfounded, I nodded. She gently wrapped her arms around me and snuggled up for the rest of the movie. When it ended, our friend looked at us and said what a cute couple we were. A week later we hung out at the mall just the two of us. I told her I'd never had a girlfriend before and didn't know how to get one. She said "just ask". So I clumsily asked her if she wanted to be my girlfriend, and unbelievably she said yes.
Chapter 2: Dating
And just like that, at the late age of 17 I had my first girlfriend. I of course had no idea how to be a boyfriend, but luckily she was much more experienced with this stuff and didn't mind guiding me a bit. At first, we would mostly hang out with our mutual friend group, so it felt comfortable and familiar for me. Eventually I got comfortable enough to be with her alone without being nervous. I still had never kissed a girl and she knew this. She was very patient with me, while also being encouraging. After a month or so of dating, we were kind of play-wrestling and our faces ended up very near to each other. We hovered like that for a moment, and just as I noticed the sweet smell of her lips, she planted one on me. My first kiss. And once that seal was broken, the floodgates opened. We would spend every chance we got over the next few months making out. And not just kissing; ass-grabbing, breast-rubbing, neck-sucking. She would even give me little spanks once in a while. I went from never having kissed a girl to heavy petting on a regular basis all because of this one sweet angel. I couldn't believe my luck. I just about fell in love. it wasn't all perfect; I did hear rumors here and there. Stuff like: "you're dating Rebecca? she's a flirt, watch out." and "I saw her hanging out with some other guy last weekend." When I brought any of this up with her she would get mad at me for ever doubting her, and I would end up apologizing. So eventually I just stopped paying attention to that stuff. Besides, at this point we had made out fully naked, and I was pretty sure I was on my way to losing my virginity. Note: since starting dating, a few months ago, we had both turned 18.
Chapter 3: Losing my virginity.
At some point in the winter we had a big fight (about the rumors) and went on a break for two weeks. It was awful for me. I knew I had messed up the best thing I had going for me. I also knew that other bigger, cooler guys were trying to get with her. There was a local festival thing that everyone in town goes to. I knew she would be there because we still had a lot of the same friends. When I saw her, I pulled her aside and asked if we could talk. She mercifully obliged. I more or less begged her to take me back. Somewhat reluctantly, she agreed. That same night I invited her to stay over at my place (my parents were out of town). She accepted my invite, and soon enough we were making out on the couch. After a bit she took my hand and led me up to my bedroom. We got naked, and she had a condom. Sensually whispering in my ear, she asked me what I wanted and told me to beg for it. She had total power over me. I did what she wanted, and as a result I had sex for the first time. I wasn't good at it, but no one is their first time right? She was just as patient and encouraging as she had been with asking her out, and kissing, and everything else up to that point. She was almost less like a girlfriend and more like a benevolent guide, sent to save me from my own ineptitude.
Chapter 4: Panties
It was great to have things back to normal: us making out, me ignoring rumors of cheating, her being happy. I was very eager to have sex for the second time in my life, as you can imagine. One day we had her house to ourselves and we were fooling around a bit. When we were down to our underwear she stood up and just stared at me for a few seconds. I asked what she was doing. With a naughty grin, she said "I have an idea" and went over to her dresser drawers. I asked what her idea was. and she turned back to me with a stretchy white thong in her hands. It was one of my favorite pairs on her because it really showed off her amazing ass. "Are you going to put that on for me?" I asked sheepishly. She casually chuckled "No baby, you're going to put this on for me". I asked what she was talking about, and she patiently explained that she wanted to see me in a pair of her panties. Said it would turn her on. I was frozen. I did have a little fixation on girl's underwear. call it curiosity. But I was also kind of insecure about my masculinity back then and didn't want to lose any "guy points" whatever that means. However, I was a horny teenager in the midst of a sexy girl who I was in love with, so I humbly requested that she turn around while I changed into the skimpy garment. She obliged. The soft material slip up my legs until the thong nestled itself up in my ass crack, while my penis and balls were bundled up in the tight stretchy crotch This was a new sensation. it felt wrong, but in an arousing way... "kinky" is the word. It felt a bit restricting, but also very exposed. "Well those fit you very nicely, don't you think baby?" She was right - this was a turn-on. We made out, with a new found vigor. She rubbed my crotch through the panties which made me weak in the knees. I was putty in her hand. I asked her if we could have sex now. She told me something just isn't quite right. "Maybe next time."
Chapter 5: Next time
A day or two later, we had her place to ourselves again, and we went right back to where we left off. Making out in just our underwear, I was dying to get laid again. She pulled back and said "I want you to wear the panties again, but this time I want to do something new". In an obedient tone, I asked what she had in mind. "Well I really enjoyed seeing you in my girly underwear the other day but I realized what was weird about it: you have some body hair. I think if we get rid of that, you'll look REALLY good in my panties. Then I'll definitely want to fuck you". I stared blankly for a second. I'd never thought of it much, but my male teenage body did have some hair on my arms, legs, and even a bit on my chest and belly. I didn't care much about it, but I didn't want to seem weird (again, insecure about my masculinity). "Baby, all the big actors and models remove their body hair. Its called 'manscaping'. Everyone does it. It just looks better. come on I'll help you". She took my hand and pulled me with her into the bathroom. She instructed me to get in the shower and wet my skin. She grabbed her shaving cream and 'venus' razor before joining me. "Look, its easy", she proclaimed as she lathered up one of my legs with cream and gently shaved the hair from my ankle all the way up to my groin. "Okay, now you try with the other leg". Without any real thought, let alone resistance, I followed her instructions and rendered my other leg smooth bit by bit. She helped me do my torso, and watched as I did my arms myself. As her hands wandered to my pubic area, she leaned in and softly reminded me "We have to get down here too". My hand was shaking from the excitement of being touched down there, so she kindly took the razor from me and gently removed my modest teenage pubic hair, and what little had grown on my backside. "Okay, we're almost done" she chimed gleefully. We dried off, and she helped me rub soothing lotion all over my newly smooth body. Seeing as I'd only started puberty a few years earlier, my hairless skin felt familiar but nonetheless refreshing. "Now lets get these back on" she cooed as she held out some pink and black briefs for me to step into. She pulled them all the way up and proceeded to attack me with kisses and fondling hands. We tumbled onto her mattress and rolled around in erotic bliss. Smooth, sweet-smelling skin, sexy underwear, and the kind of lust you can only feel when you're with your first love. While I was preoccupied with groping her generous butt- cheeks as usual, her hand made its way to my pantie-covered crotch. She rubbed me enthusiastically as we both squirmed in ecstasy. In a quiet moment between soft moans, she whispered in my ear "I'm going to fuck you now". And in perfect humiliating irony, my excitement boiled over and my body snapped into orgasm. My penis convulsed and pumped the full contents of my balls into the panties she had put me in, as well as her hand. After the unmanageable physical pleasure subsided, I was mortified. Here was a girl who was way too hot for me to begin with, and I'd just prematurely ejaculated while wearing her girly panties. At the time I could not imagine anything more emasculating. I felt like some pathetic subhuman sissy boy. I resigned myself immediately to the fact that she was about to shriek in disgust, throw me out of her house, and never talk to me again... But against all odds, that is not what happened at all. With a faintly disappointed look, she murmured "I guess you need a little more control down there. It's okay Sweety, I can help with this." She passed me a kleenex box, and as I rigorously tried to wipe up my mess, she calmly rummaged through one of her dresser drawers. When I was done cleaning up as best I could, I looked up to see her standing over me holding a small pink object in her hands. She crouched down to be eye-to-eye with me and showed me the strange plastic apparatus. "Sweetheart, this is a chastity device. I'm going to put it on your privates and it will help us keep better control of when you cum. Okay baby?". In my desperately flustered state of shame and embarrassment I would have agreed to a public flogging as penance. Wearing some little device that would prevent this incident from ever repeating didn't just seem reasonable, it seemed like a kindness. I yielded completely to her calm, patient will. That same calm patient will that had first asked me to cuddle when I was too shy, coached me through my first kiss, taken me by the hand and walked me out of the purgatory of virginity. I was in love with this kind, accepting angel of a girl. I did not deserve her one bit. The best I could do was follow her every wish and whim from this day forward. While I was lost in thought about how unworthy I am of this experienced, sexy, graceful babe, I barely noticed that she was arranging my penis and scrotum into the compartments of this little smooth plastic device. The thing fit on me so naturally that I didn't snap out of my daydream until I heard a padlock click shut. I asked what the lock is for. She cheerfully explained "Well baby, you need help keeping your little guy under control right? So from now on, I'll be keeping it under control for you. I have the key to this lock, and whenever it's time for us to do sexy stuff, I'll unlock it and let you out to play. Make sense Sweety?" All I could do was nod in confused acceptance. The lock was already on - I wasn't about to pick a fight with her.
Chapter 6: Chastity
So to recap, at this point I am smooth all over, locked in chastity, disgraced after a premature ejaculation while wearing panties, and hopelessly loyal to the girl responsible for all this. But frankly all I can think about is how lucky I am to still have a hot girlfriend after I embarrassed myself in front of her. As I got used to dating her, I had started to take for granted how far out of my league she was. I am not a very desirable boy. Not athletic, or stylish, or popular, or charismatic, or tall, or even very masculine. Meanwhile I have this girlfriend who so many bigger, stronger guys would be happy to steal from me. I figured if there's anything worthwhile I can give her to keep her with me, it is my loyalty and obedience. After all, she's far more sexually experienced than me and probably knows whats best for me. The rumors of her being flirtatious with other guys didn't really stop, but I didn't care about them anymore. How could I blame her for being flirty with other guys, when her current boyfriend is such a dud. I have to do whatever it takes to make her happy or she could actually leave me. Then I'd be hopelessly lonely loser again. So I wore the chastity device and did my best not to complain. it wasn't that uncomfortable except when my penis tried to become erect, but that was happening less often as it got used to the confinement. I didn't see her in person for about a week after the chastity went on, but we texted and called every day or two. She seemed to really enjoy teasing me about the power she now had over me; talking about how I'd have to beg her to unlock me, and how my horniness had made me more obedient. It was a little bit demeaning but I know it was all in good fun and she was just k**ding around. A week with no cumming felt like an eternity. Normally I would masturbate every couple of days or so. So naturally, I was extremely excited and anxious to see her on the weekend. We got together at her place, but her family was around so we had to stay in her bedroom. I knew having sex would be out of the picture, but I begged her to let me out of the chastity. I even offered to just get myself off so she didn't have to do any work. She found this hilarious and teased me for my helplessness while softly kissing my lips (which only added to the strain on my confined dick). She thought it was so cute that I was utterly at her mercy. I was a little worried at how much she enjoyed toying with me, but I trusted that she would take care of me in her own way. Eventually she took pity on me and agreed to unlock me AND 'milk my dick'.... on one condition. "Anything" I said. " Before I do this, I'm going to have to restrain you." I asked what she meant. "I've started to really like having all the power in this relationship. Its fun! so before I let you out of your little pink cage, I'm going to have to cuff your hands to the bed so you can't get away or misbehave. Now lie down on baby". There wasn't even a second of hesitation from me. I genuinely didn't like the idea of being handcuffed, but there is no price I wouldn't pay to have Rebecca unlock my dick and massage it to orgasm. I lay back placed my wrists down by the headboard. I let my arms go limp so she could maneuver them as she pleased. She pulled some very real-looking metal handcuffs out of a box under her bed. She climbed on top of me and straddled my chest. Then with the ease of an experienced cop (or k**napper) she clicked the handcuffs around one wrist, pulled the short chain around one of the metal rods of her bedpost, and locked the other wrist. "Try not to make any noise" she commanded. "As a matter of fact, we need to be extra quiet right now, so I think we should use THIS" she pulled out a red rubber ballgag like that scene from pulp fiction. My eyes widened at the thought of not being able to speak or escape. I admit I felt genuine fear for a moment. But I remembered that I am with the love of my life, who has gone above and beyond for me every step of the way. I obediently let her fasten the gag around my head. She stood back and looked down at her prey - naked, smooth, locked in chastity, and now bound and gagged. I had always felt a little bit subordinate to her ever since we started dating (due to her superior confidence, height, looks, and experience, and overall social value) but at that moment when she had me in bondage for the first time, I truly felt like her property. I gazed up at this beautiful benevolent teenage goddess standing over me in just her white bra and panties. Her magnificent ass that I had long since become obsessed with. Her long dark hair that framed her soft feminine face, and the subtle freckles that adorned it. I could not believe I get to call her my girlfriend. She is so beyond me it truly feels like something else; Queen? Owner? Mommy? that can't be right. 'Girlfriend' will have to do until I come up with something better. Excruciatingly slowly, she unlocked the little padlock on my crotch and began gingerly removing the device. As soon as my penis is free of its pink prison, it springs to life and stands on end, especially with her soft breath gently caressing it as she carefully inspects my parts. "Goooood everything looks nice and healthy here. I guess I can continue keeping you locked up after you cum" I groan in powerless disapproval. "sshhhh don't be a whiny little sissy. Its for your own good." with that condescending remark, she began lightly grazing my sensitive penis with her finger tips, and gently blowing on it with her cool breath. I squirm uncontrollably under her delicate touch. Every bit of contact is like lightning. "You're my slave now. Aren't you baby?" I nod and squirm. All free will has been dissolved. She owns me. She always has.I just didn't feel it until now. I feel her hands leave me, then I hear a squirt of a moisturizer bottle. Soon my little dick is enveloped in a swirling wave of her affectionate hands. She works on me with the same calm patience that made me feel safe with her. She expertly manipulates my body to bring me to orgasm. She cleverly caught all my ejaculation with a previously worn pair of her panties that been lying on the floor. Wasting no time, my nurse cleaned off her hands, through the slimy panties in the dirty laundry, and wiped my genitals clean with a wet wipe. Then, before I had even come down from the euphoria she had thrust upon me, she slipped my shaft back into the cold plastic of the chastity device and locked it shut. The cold realization that I was trapped again hit me like ice water down my spine. But at least the fire had been put out for now.
Chapter 1: Meeting
I met Rebecca a couple weeks into grade 12. She went to a different school but we had mutual friends. I didn't think we had much in common; she was taller than me, more athletic, she drank and I didn't. She was hot. Pretty face, light freckles, long dark hair, soft skin, long legs, and a nice bigger-than-average butt that was flaunted by her tight leggings. Right away I assumed she was out of my league and thought nothing of it. There are plenty of girls like that at my school and none of them even look at me. I'm short, scrawny, shrill, lacking confidence, you get the idea. I wouldn't have even entertained the idea of pursuing her, and yet because we were friends with the same people, we kept finding ourselves at the same social events. We actually ended up hanging out semi-regularly that fall and to my utter shock and disbelief, a mutual friend of ours confided in me that Rebecca was interested in me. Something about me was cute to her I guess, I really don't know. I didn't really believe it to be honest, so I didn't have any intention of acting on this information. Sure enough one night a group of us were hanging out at our friend's house watching a horror movie. I sat meekly off to the side on a bed, and Rebecca opted to come sit with me. We were sort of leaning back on some pillows, almost lying down. Halfway through the movie she turns and looks at me. I think she could tell I was paralyzed with nervousness. She quietly said "can I give you a hug?" Dumbfounded, I nodded. She gently wrapped her arms around me and snuggled up for the rest of the movie. When it ended, our friend looked at us and said what a cute couple we were. A week later we hung out at the mall just the two of us. I told her I'd never had a girlfriend before and didn't know how to get one. She said "just ask". So I clumsily asked her if she wanted to be my girlfriend, and unbelievably she said yes.
Chapter 2: Dating
And just like that, at the late age of 17 I had my first girlfriend. I of course had no idea how to be a boyfriend, but luckily she was much more experienced with this stuff and didn't mind guiding me a bit. At first, we would mostly hang out with our mutual friend group, so it felt comfortable and familiar for me. Eventually I got comfortable enough to be with her alone without being nervous. I still had never kissed a girl and she knew this. She was very patient with me, while also being encouraging. After a month or so of dating, we were kind of play-wrestling and our faces ended up very near to each other. We hovered like that for a moment, and just as I noticed the sweet smell of her lips, she planted one on me. My first kiss. And once that seal was broken, the floodgates opened. We would spend every chance we got over the next few months making out. And not just kissing; ass-grabbing, breast-rubbing, neck-sucking. She would even give me little spanks once in a while. I went from never having kissed a girl to heavy petting on a regular basis all because of this one sweet angel. I couldn't believe my luck. I just about fell in love. it wasn't all perfect; I did hear rumors here and there. Stuff like: "you're dating Rebecca? she's a flirt, watch out." and "I saw her hanging out with some other guy last weekend." When I brought any of this up with her she would get mad at me for ever doubting her, and I would end up apologizing. So eventually I just stopped paying attention to that stuff. Besides, at this point we had made out fully naked, and I was pretty sure I was on my way to losing my virginity. Note: since starting dating, a few months ago, we had both turned 18.
Chapter 3: Losing my virginity.
At some point in the winter we had a big fight (about the rumors) and went on a break for two weeks. It was awful for me. I knew I had messed up the best thing I had going for me. I also knew that other bigger, cooler guys were trying to get with her. There was a local festival thing that everyone in town goes to. I knew she would be there because we still had a lot of the same friends. When I saw her, I pulled her aside and asked if we could talk. She mercifully obliged. I more or less begged her to take me back. Somewhat reluctantly, she agreed. That same night I invited her to stay over at my place (my parents were out of town). She accepted my invite, and soon enough we were making out on the couch. After a bit she took my hand and led me up to my bedroom. We got naked, and she had a condom. Sensually whispering in my ear, she asked me what I wanted and told me to beg for it. She had total power over me. I did what she wanted, and as a result I had sex for the first time. I wasn't good at it, but no one is their first time right? She was just as patient and encouraging as she had been with asking her out, and kissing, and everything else up to that point. She was almost less like a girlfriend and more like a benevolent guide, sent to save me from my own ineptitude.
Chapter 4: Panties
It was great to have things back to normal: us making out, me ignoring rumors of cheating, her being happy. I was very eager to have sex for the second time in my life, as you can imagine. One day we had her house to ourselves and we were fooling around a bit. When we were down to our underwear she stood up and just stared at me for a few seconds. I asked what she was doing. With a naughty grin, she said "I have an idea" and went over to her dresser drawers. I asked what her idea was. and she turned back to me with a stretchy white thong in her hands. It was one of my favorite pairs on her because it really showed off her amazing ass. "Are you going to put that on for me?" I asked sheepishly. She casually chuckled "No baby, you're going to put this on for me". I asked what she was talking about, and she patiently explained that she wanted to see me in a pair of her panties. Said it would turn her on. I was frozen. I did have a little fixation on girl's underwear. call it curiosity. But I was also kind of insecure about my masculinity back then and didn't want to lose any "guy points" whatever that means. However, I was a horny teenager in the midst of a sexy girl who I was in love with, so I humbly requested that she turn around while I changed into the skimpy garment. She obliged. The soft material slip up my legs until the thong nestled itself up in my ass crack, while my penis and balls were bundled up in the tight stretchy crotch This was a new sensation. it felt wrong, but in an arousing way... "kinky" is the word. It felt a bit restricting, but also very exposed. "Well those fit you very nicely, don't you think baby?" She was right - this was a turn-on. We made out, with a new found vigor. She rubbed my crotch through the panties which made me weak in the knees. I was putty in her hand. I asked her if we could have sex now. She told me something just isn't quite right. "Maybe next time."
Chapter 5: Next time
A day or two later, we had her place to ourselves again, and we went right back to where we left off. Making out in just our underwear, I was dying to get laid again. She pulled back and said "I want you to wear the panties again, but this time I want to do something new". In an obedient tone, I asked what she had in mind. "Well I really enjoyed seeing you in my girly underwear the other day but I realized what was weird about it: you have some body hair. I think if we get rid of that, you'll look REALLY good in my panties. Then I'll definitely want to fuck you". I stared blankly for a second. I'd never thought of it much, but my male teenage body did have some hair on my arms, legs, and even a bit on my chest and belly. I didn't care much about it, but I didn't want to seem weird (again, insecure about my masculinity). "Baby, all the big actors and models remove their body hair. Its called 'manscaping'. Everyone does it. It just looks better. come on I'll help you". She took my hand and pulled me with her into the bathroom. She instructed me to get in the shower and wet my skin. She grabbed her shaving cream and 'venus' razor before joining me. "Look, its easy", she proclaimed as she lathered up one of my legs with cream and gently shaved the hair from my ankle all the way up to my groin. "Okay, now you try with the other leg". Without any real thought, let alone resistance, I followed her instructions and rendered my other leg smooth bit by bit. She helped me do my torso, and watched as I did my arms myself. As her hands wandered to my pubic area, she leaned in and softly reminded me "We have to get down here too". My hand was shaking from the excitement of being touched down there, so she kindly took the razor from me and gently removed my modest teenage pubic hair, and what little had grown on my backside. "Okay, we're almost done" she chimed gleefully. We dried off, and she helped me rub soothing lotion all over my newly smooth body. Seeing as I'd only started puberty a few years earlier, my hairless skin felt familiar but nonetheless refreshing. "Now lets get these back on" she cooed as she held out some pink and black briefs for me to step into. She pulled them all the way up and proceeded to attack me with kisses and fondling hands. We tumbled onto her mattress and rolled around in erotic bliss. Smooth, sweet-smelling skin, sexy underwear, and the kind of lust you can only feel when you're with your first love. While I was preoccupied with groping her generous butt- cheeks as usual, her hand made its way to my pantie-covered crotch. She rubbed me enthusiastically as we both squirmed in ecstasy. In a quiet moment between soft moans, she whispered in my ear "I'm going to fuck you now". And in perfect humiliating irony, my excitement boiled over and my body snapped into orgasm. My penis convulsed and pumped the full contents of my balls into the panties she had put me in, as well as her hand. After the unmanageable physical pleasure subsided, I was mortified. Here was a girl who was way too hot for me to begin with, and I'd just prematurely ejaculated while wearing her girly panties. At the time I could not imagine anything more emasculating. I felt like some pathetic subhuman sissy boy. I resigned myself immediately to the fact that she was about to shriek in disgust, throw me out of her house, and never talk to me again... But against all odds, that is not what happened at all. With a faintly disappointed look, she murmured "I guess you need a little more control down there. It's okay Sweety, I can help with this." She passed me a kleenex box, and as I rigorously tried to wipe up my mess, she calmly rummaged through one of her dresser drawers. When I was done cleaning up as best I could, I looked up to see her standing over me holding a small pink object in her hands. She crouched down to be eye-to-eye with me and showed me the strange plastic apparatus. "Sweetheart, this is a chastity device. I'm going to put it on your privates and it will help us keep better control of when you cum. Okay baby?". In my desperately flustered state of shame and embarrassment I would have agreed to a public flogging as penance. Wearing some little device that would prevent this incident from ever repeating didn't just seem reasonable, it seemed like a kindness. I yielded completely to her calm, patient will. That same calm patient will that had first asked me to cuddle when I was too shy, coached me through my first kiss, taken me by the hand and walked me out of the purgatory of virginity. I was in love with this kind, accepting angel of a girl. I did not deserve her one bit. The best I could do was follow her every wish and whim from this day forward. While I was lost in thought about how unworthy I am of this experienced, sexy, graceful babe, I barely noticed that she was arranging my penis and scrotum into the compartments of this little smooth plastic device. The thing fit on me so naturally that I didn't snap out of my daydream until I heard a padlock click shut. I asked what the lock is for. She cheerfully explained "Well baby, you need help keeping your little guy under control right? So from now on, I'll be keeping it under control for you. I have the key to this lock, and whenever it's time for us to do sexy stuff, I'll unlock it and let you out to play. Make sense Sweety?" All I could do was nod in confused acceptance. The lock was already on - I wasn't about to pick a fight with her.
Chapter 6: Chastity
So to recap, at this point I am smooth all over, locked in chastity, disgraced after a premature ejaculation while wearing panties, and hopelessly loyal to the girl responsible for all this. But frankly all I can think about is how lucky I am to still have a hot girlfriend after I embarrassed myself in front of her. As I got used to dating her, I had started to take for granted how far out of my league she was. I am not a very desirable boy. Not athletic, or stylish, or popular, or charismatic, or tall, or even very masculine. Meanwhile I have this girlfriend who so many bigger, stronger guys would be happy to steal from me. I figured if there's anything worthwhile I can give her to keep her with me, it is my loyalty and obedience. After all, she's far more sexually experienced than me and probably knows whats best for me. The rumors of her being flirtatious with other guys didn't really stop, but I didn't care about them anymore. How could I blame her for being flirty with other guys, when her current boyfriend is such a dud. I have to do whatever it takes to make her happy or she could actually leave me. Then I'd be hopelessly lonely loser again. So I wore the chastity device and did my best not to complain. it wasn't that uncomfortable except when my penis tried to become erect, but that was happening less often as it got used to the confinement. I didn't see her in person for about a week after the chastity went on, but we texted and called every day or two. She seemed to really enjoy teasing me about the power she now had over me; talking about how I'd have to beg her to unlock me, and how my horniness had made me more obedient. It was a little bit demeaning but I know it was all in good fun and she was just k**ding around. A week with no cumming felt like an eternity. Normally I would masturbate every couple of days or so. So naturally, I was extremely excited and anxious to see her on the weekend. We got together at her place, but her family was around so we had to stay in her bedroom. I knew having sex would be out of the picture, but I begged her to let me out of the chastity. I even offered to just get myself off so she didn't have to do any work. She found this hilarious and teased me for my helplessness while softly kissing my lips (which only added to the strain on my confined dick). She thought it was so cute that I was utterly at her mercy. I was a little worried at how much she enjoyed toying with me, but I trusted that she would take care of me in her own way. Eventually she took pity on me and agreed to unlock me AND 'milk my dick'.... on one condition. "Anything" I said. " Before I do this, I'm going to have to restrain you." I asked what she meant. "I've started to really like having all the power in this relationship. Its fun! so before I let you out of your little pink cage, I'm going to have to cuff your hands to the bed so you can't get away or misbehave. Now lie down on baby". There wasn't even a second of hesitation from me. I genuinely didn't like the idea of being handcuffed, but there is no price I wouldn't pay to have Rebecca unlock my dick and massage it to orgasm. I lay back placed my wrists down by the headboard. I let my arms go limp so she could maneuver them as she pleased. She pulled some very real-looking metal handcuffs out of a box under her bed. She climbed on top of me and straddled my chest. Then with the ease of an experienced cop (or k**napper) she clicked the handcuffs around one wrist, pulled the short chain around one of the metal rods of her bedpost, and locked the other wrist. "Try not to make any noise" she commanded. "As a matter of fact, we need to be extra quiet right now, so I think we should use THIS" she pulled out a red rubber ballgag like that scene from pulp fiction. My eyes widened at the thought of not being able to speak or escape. I admit I felt genuine fear for a moment. But I remembered that I am with the love of my life, who has gone above and beyond for me every step of the way. I obediently let her fasten the gag around my head. She stood back and looked down at her prey - naked, smooth, locked in chastity, and now bound and gagged. I had always felt a little bit subordinate to her ever since we started dating (due to her superior confidence, height, looks, and experience, and overall social value) but at that moment when she had me in bondage for the first time, I truly felt like her property. I gazed up at this beautiful benevolent teenage goddess standing over me in just her white bra and panties. Her magnificent ass that I had long since become obsessed with. Her long dark hair that framed her soft feminine face, and the subtle freckles that adorned it. I could not believe I get to call her my girlfriend. She is so beyond me it truly feels like something else; Queen? Owner? Mommy? that can't be right. 'Girlfriend' will have to do until I come up with something better. Excruciatingly slowly, she unlocked the little padlock on my crotch and began gingerly removing the device. As soon as my penis is free of its pink prison, it springs to life and stands on end, especially with her soft breath gently caressing it as she carefully inspects my parts. "Goooood everything looks nice and healthy here. I guess I can continue keeping you locked up after you cum" I groan in powerless disapproval. "sshhhh don't be a whiny little sissy. Its for your own good." with that condescending remark, she began lightly grazing my sensitive penis with her finger tips, and gently blowing on it with her cool breath. I squirm uncontrollably under her delicate touch. Every bit of contact is like lightning. "You're my slave now. Aren't you baby?" I nod and squirm. All free will has been dissolved. She owns me. She always has.I just didn't feel it until now. I feel her hands leave me, then I hear a squirt of a moisturizer bottle. Soon my little dick is enveloped in a swirling wave of her affectionate hands. She works on me with the same calm patience that made me feel safe with her. She expertly manipulates my body to bring me to orgasm. She cleverly caught all my ejaculation with a previously worn pair of her panties that been lying on the floor. Wasting no time, my nurse cleaned off her hands, through the slimy panties in the dirty laundry, and wiped my genitals clean with a wet wipe. Then, before I had even come down from the euphoria she had thrust upon me, she slipped my shaft back into the cold plastic of the chastity device and locked it shut. The cold realization that I was trapped again hit me like ice water down my spine. But at least the fire had been put out for now.
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