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It's the reminder. It's the pure physical reminder of the control I have over you. Lots of pretty things can do denial, can manage not to touch themselves or orgasm for a certain amount of time. But there is something special about actually having a chastity device.

You might be needy before, but the moment that key clicks in that lock, your arousal will spike. Because now it's real. Now it's not words and promises, it's unyielding metal. Amusingly, I've found that denial becomes far more hard to weather when you are actually unable to touch yourself.

No more wandering hands to absent mindlessly tease the throbbing between your legs. Every time your hips shift and squirm you can feel the way that I've taken control of you. You mind taken by my words, your pleasure taken by the key worn round my neck.

A chastity device is akin to a collar. It is a constant reminder of submission, a physical thing to keep some small part of your mind submissive. It's like my hands gently, firmly, wrapped around you, making it so very clear who you belong to, even in your own mind.

I've taken your pleasure, I've taken your control over something so primal as your orgasms, and now I've locked a reminder of that control around you. So yeah, I love chastity, and with enough time, you will too.

Like, "yeah sure you can cum tonight, but you don't get to speak human words tomorrow," "You have permission to touch yourself if you agree to not cum for a month" etc

Starting off on day 1 with a little turnaround video, inspecting and stuffing fingers in you to show how snug you are and how you react; then they start taking progress clips over the course of the next few weeks and months, capturing your progress they train you for depth and girth and all kinds of sensations.

Taking little vlog-style videos of you bouncing on a toy and captioning it 'day 17 fuckpet progress! They're doing so well 💕 we're up to 7" length x 1.5" diameter in the ass now with lube only and no prep! We're still a little behind what I'd hoped for on throat depth, but I think this weekend we'll have a nice long practice session and see if we can get past 6" without any gagging."

This continues until you have a whole progression of your training, only getting filthier and more obscene as you go, but treated like you're just a pet being trained to do tricks and obedience.

'Day 31: Pet can now take my fist in their ass with no prep/lube only!' over a clip of your hole throbbing and clenching around your owner's wrist.

'Day 44: Working on some depth training today~ I'd like to be able to bottom out this 14" toy in their throat by next weekend because we have a play party planned and everyone is sooo excited to test them out' over shots of you tearily gagging on a long tentacle toy filling out your throat with almost half of the length left to swallow.

'Day 60: horse cock is IN! Pet will be mounted on this for the duration of our dinner party tonight with some friends and their pets. Good and stuffed 💞' with a photo showing you seated on a chair at the dining table, visibly exhausted, your stomach bulging obscenely at the thick horse cock dildo strapped to the seat beneath you, your legs spread to show how sopping wet you already are before the guests have even arrived.

I'm a role model for all girls, including your daughters who you swear are innocent lol 🤤i love nipple torture

It's quite the challenge to learn to orgasm on command, but you're a very good subject. I'll get some little plastic button, something that makes a distinctive click when you press it. I'll get you nice and worked up, and then press the button as you cum.

A few more times around, and some intense hypnotic sessions -- perhaps conditioning you while you're hypnotized as well -- and now we have the trigger implanted nice and firmly. When the button is pressed, you cum.

And since I'm a nice tist, and since it is the season of giving and all, I'll let you keep the button for yourself. Whenever you're feeling horny, whenever you want to feel good, you can just press it, and you cum.

Every so often I'll reinforce the trigger, just to make sure it stays nice and strong. The orgasms the button gives you will be deliciously powerful. I imagine you'll stop masturbating before too long. Oh, you might edge yourself if you want to really enjoy the build-up and anticipation, maybe touch idly while watching or reading some smut... but if you want an orgasm, the button's right there, and it feels much better than your own hands or toys. You'll have the button in front of you, and when you've ridden the edge for long enough, you press the button and you cum.

And over time, you'll end up pressing that button more and more often. Whenever you're a little stressed, or horny, or bored... the button's right there. There are no restrictions. Press it and you cum.

After you've been using the button for a few weeks, after it's become routine... I'll wait for one of those reinforcement sessions. I'll reinforce the trigger again, of course. But when you wake up, this time you'll see I'm holding the button. I'll press the button, and watch you cum.

What I won't do is give the button back. And you'll find that you've done two very important things over the past few weeks. First, you've gotten yourself so used to having frequent, amazing orgasms. Your body and mind expect to cum very hard, several times a day. You crave it. And second, your body has forgotten how to cum without that button. Every time you masturbated, it was the button that got you over the edge. You need the button, now. And if I don't press it

you don't cum. And even now you feel that desperate need building. You'll do anything for me to press that button. You'll do anything for me to let you cum.

I’d love to host a cute autumn dinner party for some local kink friends. You’d diligently help me set up for the party, prep snacks, and make sure everything is exactly where it should be.

A few minutes before the first guests arrive, I’ll bring you out back, have you kneel against a post in the ground, and chain your wrists above you. You’ll be left naked, chained and in chastity, in full view of the dinner table.

My guests will laugh and point at the helpless creature in the backyard for a few minutes, but quickly forget that you’re there. You’ll become a garden ornament in no time.

After an entire night of being a party game, Mistress decided that I had earned a reward.