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What about you? Let me guess... evil ex-girlfriend who tricked you into getting a piercing and a cage before dumping you and taking the keys with her? It's practically a cliché with permie-boys by now.

So, I have a proposal. In your state I imagine the dating pool has to be kind of limited unless you feel like becoming a slave to some cruel Domme. I, on the other hand, could probably still get any guy I wanted, I'm still a hot girl after all and always have my ass and mouth to keep him happy, but if I'm gonna be with someone I need him to properly understand what I'm going through on those days when the need for an orgasm is overwhelming and wouldn't just be using me for easy blowjobs... which makes you pretty much perfect.

Think about it, we'd always be hot and heavy for each other, making out and rubbing our mutual chastity together until we're both trembling. We could take even turns fucking eachother in the ass with a strap-on to help relieve the tension. We'd be like the ultimate chastity power couple!

So, a blonde, a redhead and a brunette are all at a bar where they meet a couple of guys offering 2 grand each for a bdsm porn shoot. An hour later they're chained by their necks in a dungeon, still thinking they'll be allowed to just walk out once they've had their fun. Then the camera filming turns on and they realise the shoot is actually a livestream linked to an auction!

Your knees trembled as the so-called 'nurse' pulled you into the chamber deep within the labyrinth of the bondage asylum. The thought of what would soon be happening to you, and whether the broken servile being that emerged could even still be thought of as you, was terrifying, but there was no choice involved. Not anymore.

Recent legislative changes had seen you condemned to a tight fitting chastity cage and blocked erections and denied any pleasure; even what little stimulation you could get rubbing the exposed skin through the bars only made your suffering worse.

As a married man however instead of the keys being held by the state your wife had been designated as your legal owner and could grant a release anytime she liked- something she was in no hurry to do. Instead she told you that out of respect to the new law and place of men in society she felt it was only fair that she gave the chastity you'd been sentenced to a fair chance, and was more than happy to leave you stewing in frustration month after month.

Half a year later though you knew you weren't cut out for a lifetime of denial and went to her begging to do whatever she wanted to be allowed to cum again... if you weren't so desperate perhaps you would have spotted the sadistic glint in her eye at that moment which suggested this was exactly what she'd been waiting to hear.

Your wife explained that what she wanted more than anything was a slave. Not just some horny submissive boy doing whatever she says for the chance of a little relief, but a completely broken object to use and torment however she liked. Orgasms would be rare, but would be permitted occasionally with perfect performance, and if you agreed to submit to complete mental reconditioning she'd even allow you a whole 12 hours of freedom to play with yourself before the procedure.

You'd been too desperate to think it through or argue, and the following week the arrangements were all in place; the night before the orderlies came to escort you to the asylum she locked you in a cage in the spare bedroom and tossed your chastity keys inside. It seemed your imagination would have to suffice for stimulation but after so painfully long it was more than enough.

When morning came you were an exhausted mess. Your cock had been rubbed raw and you lay in a puddle of your own goo, but still it was the best you'd slept in months as finally the frustrating ache you'd lived with all that time had abated. Then you heard the knock on the door, and voices as your escorts arrived and suddenly, in your post-orgasm clarity, you realised what you'd done and what a mistake it would be.

You sobbed in the chamber as the nurse strapped you in place, affixing the mask and restraints, preparing the hypnosis files, inserting probes and sliding your cock into the sheath that would keep it on the brink throughout the ordeal. There were even cameras for the process to be filmed, she explained, for your Mistress to enjoy and even be sold as porn in countries where this sort of thing was actually fantasised about, and that the male chastity law hadn't reached yet. All in good time though, soon slaves like you would be the norm worldwide and there would be peace.

Jenna watched with joy and pride as you stood on stage receiving your very first award. She met you on a shared project and immediately fell in love with you.

You felt much the same. You were drawn to her in a way no woman ever had. You two understood what the other was looking for without words spoken. Love at first sight for vanilla people...

Submission at first sight for you. You two didn't need much more than one date to know the other was the 'one'.

Jenna was your woman and your Queen.

Your Goddess.

In its infancy the male chastity law needed a testing ground to iron out the kinks, and where better for that than colleges filled with young women just discovering their power and horny boys who need to be taught a modicum of self-control?

The first round of the experiment was relatively contained, as only a few dozen seniors from each participating university were selected to spend their final year in chastity. On the first day those lucky boys were directed straight to one of their school's new specially trained nurses to be assessed, measured, and fitted with an appropriate cage, as well as be provided with instructions on how to milk themselves while in chastity to prevent medical issues, but that admittedly these methods did little to alleviate any growing frustration so they may want to seek other opportunities to gain some relief.

Namely, it was explained, if they wanted to orgasm for real then temporary releases would have to be requested and conducted by their 'girlfriends', who could also choose how much pleasure to allow- so it was in their interest to keep them happy! It didn't take long for the girls to realise the kind of power this gave them over the locked boys and relish in it, forcing them to truly earn their cums for the first time in their lives.

This could vary wildly from one girl to another; some would enjoy having a servant around to do chores and generally make their lives easier, some simply taking the leading role in an otherwise normal relationship, while some discovered a buried sadism and loved teasing their playthings until they begged for mercy and riding their tongues to several screaming orgasms of their own.

With talk of how they could be used swirling around campus, even the boys who started the year single suddenly found themselves the focus of a lot of female attention, and it wasn't long before even the most hesitant grew desperate enough to submit to a girl's authority to try and earn some relief. Such a limited number of them available however meant that some even wound up serving whole groups that would decide collectively when, or if, they deserved to cum.

At the end of the year the girls involved all rated the program as an absolute success, with more than half indicating they would be continuing it as a permanent part of their relationships and were granted full custody of their boy's chastity keys upon graduation. The boy's opinions were deemed irrelevant, so they weren't asked.

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The second generation of college chastity saw the experiment scaled up significantly and every cock on campus was measured and judged, creating an interesting new hierarchy as approximately 70% of students, deemed the 'beta testers', were below 7" and locked automatically, and those few who escaped being caged designated the 'alpha testers'. The excitement among the girls was palpable as where having a boy under her control had become a status symbol during the previous experiment, now they all had the opportunity to feel that power. Many even took a second lover from the pool of alphas when they missed more conventional sex that the betas weren't much good for even if they were unlocked.

Another unexpected development that arose from the emerging hierarchy was the perceived need to distinguish between the boys on sight, leading to several new informal requirements; the first was for the betas to wear tags around their necks marking them as such, and engraved with the name of the girl they were submissive to. These needed to be visible at all times and not easily removable, so lockable collars seemed the natural choice for them to hang from. The second was banning them from key amenities now strictly reserved for girls and their alphas, such as furniture. By the spring semester it was a common sight to see girls around campus with an alpha by her side and beta kneeling below them, leashed as well as collared to endure their lust-addled brains didn't get distracted and cause them to wander off.

During evaluation the researchers noted that beta orgasms had dramatically decreased from the previous generation of the experiment; at first it was thought the alphas' presence meant the betas simply had less opportunity to earn their releases, according to the response from a sample of girls interviewed however it was more that they had begun to see chastity as where those boys belonged, and if they deserved pleasure and orgasms they wouldn't have been caged to begin with.

By the end of this phase it was reported that 1/3 of the betas had not been unlocked or allowed to orgasm a single time in the four years it spanned, with most dominant girls instead opting for more non-traditional ways of making them cum in order to maintain health. It was also expected this wouldn't be changing for them anytime soon, as again a significant majority took permanent ownership of the keys and their boys after leaving college.

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With phase two ended the researchers withdrew from the colleges and began to plot the future of what would one day become the male chastity law.

Even had it been discontinued however, future historians have speculated the damage was already done as across the country already thousands of boys were living, effectively enslaved, in permanent chastity, and exponentially more were emerging each year from schools that elected to continue the program.

Businesses began to take note of the increasing number of caged men across their workforce and began to institute similar policies, so that by 2035 it was reported that more than half of employed males were expediting some form of orgasm restriction whether in their personal or professional lives.