I never told you, did I? How since I was a girl all I ever wanted was a slave of my own. I'd read in history class about how men used to rule the world and think they were so superior, and felt so relieved whenever I saw one being pulled along by his Mistress at the end of a leash that wrapped around his balls, knowing women finally put you in your place. I needed to feel that for myself.
Then we started dating in college and you were so handsome, so self assured, and so certain you wouldn't fall victim to the male chastity laws like so many of your friends that I knew you were the one. That's why I paid the nurse at your assessment to make sure you failed, edging you so long and hard you couldn't help but cum without permission. Afterwards all I had to do was wait until the cage broke you and offer the collar as your way out! A rare orgasm or two in exchange for a lifetime of service seemed more than fair.
Don't bother getting indignant, even if anyone believed the word of a slave you've probably shrunk enough by now that you'd still be in chastity forever anyway.




















