1. Marked – Chastity Story


    Date: 9/9/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Shemales, Author: JSissy206, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the chastity device. Then, without warning, she smacks me across the face. It is so hard I see stars. “And that was for speaking without being asked a question.” My face is red and hurting and I suddenly remember the order from earlier in the day. Soon I am untied and dressed in sweat pants (they are girls sweat pants but powder blue so not too girly) and a plain grey t-shirt. She does not allow me to take the collar off, as she usually does when we leave the house- I choose not to ask any questions and risk further trouble. She drives and I sit next to her silently. Suddenly we are in front of her favorite tattoo parlor. I look at her with fear. “That’s right,” she says. “You are being marked as mine. That is your reward.” I am in a daze as she leads me into the tattoo parlor. I sit quietly while she talks to the artist. I can’t hear a word they are saying. After a few moments he walks up to me. “Is this true?” he asks gruffly. “You are going to let me ink you the way she wants, and not ask any questions?” “Yes.” I say, hardly believing the word that just escaped my own lips. “Yes what?” she snaps from behind him, a predatory smile that says she is loving all of this. “Yes Sir.” I say simply, her smile changes from cruel to approving. He laughs sharply. “Absurd.” He says. “Well, come with me.” Soon I find myself laying on my stomach, shirtless. Without any warning or explanation my back errupts ...
    into sharp pain as the needle hits over and over again. Tears fill my eyes. My Goddess appears before me though and takes both my hands. “You are doing so well,” she tells me. I say nothing but stare at her and let her presence, the needle, the droning, and everything lull me into almost a trance. I don’t know how long we were there. But I remember hearing him pronounce “Done.” Suddenly she is kissing me, hard. “I am so proud of you.” She beams at me. “Mine.” she says simply. I am told to put my shirt back on. I want to see what has been done to me but she laughingly forbids it. “You will see eventually,” she tells me. My cock is throbbing in its plastic prison as we get in the car. I am both hurt and euphoric…. I am hers. She laughs a little. “You thought you were going to get to cum didn’t you? That is what you thought your reward would be?” I look at her with a tired but happy grin and nod. “You will pet. You will cum many times. But you are my property. Do you know what property does?” I smile at her and feel a sense of extreme pride at being hers. “What its owner wants?” “Exactly,” she says. “And the only way you will ever cum is because I want it.” We get home and she puts me to bed. As I am dozing off I feel her attach a leash to my collar and I half way open my eyes. “You are not getting to see that tattoo until I decide.” She says, as if by way of explanation. All I can do is smile. I am hers.
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