1. Locked In Chastity – Sissy


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

    “Oh, dear, baby! This won’t do at all. Another two months it is!” Amelia chirped as she gazed upon her helpless husband, “You know the rules!” John was fully aware that being caught with his hand on his straining little sissy clitty, desperately trying to stroke it through its cage for the third time, meant that his period of enf***ed chastity would now last six months. In the brief, thrilling moment of his quickening heartbeat forcing bl**d into his face, John remembered the first day he had been locked up by Amelia, and a shiver ran up his spine. They had been happily married for nearly five years, John working from home for his own business and Amelia commuting to work, but like so many other husbands, John had become disillusioned with his wife. Amelia had arrived home to the highly immodest sounds of one of John’s ex-girlfriends moaning with pleasure, from her bedroom. “You hear something, baby?” she heard John ask as she stepped across the threshold. She stood perfectly still. “All I want to hear is your cock sliding in and out of me,” a lilting voice sighed. Now, Amelia had a wicked domineering streak about her that John hadn’t often had the pleasure of meeting, and instead of bursting into their bedroom filled with righteous fury, she immediately drove to the nearest adult toy store, purchased a smart little chastity device for John, and returned to their house, parking a short distance down the street until Miss Lilty Voice left at last. Then she stormed through ...
    her own front door, grabbed her worthless husband by the collar and threw him onto their bed. His bemused expression quickly turned to one of worry, then of fear, as he realized that Amelia was furious and had no romantic intentions. “Baby, what’s wrong?” John asked tentatively. “Don’t you call me ‘baby’ anymore, John. Don’t act like you don’t understand what’s going on. Or did your other ‘baby’ not hear me closing the door over the noise you two were making upstairs?” John pleaded and swore up and down that he would never cheat again, that he loved Amelia, that he would do anything for her. She stared intently at John, tears welling up in her eyes—it wasn’t hard to conceal her real intentions with her real feelings of hurt and betrayal—but she would not accept his apology. Not yet, she told him. He understood, but went to bed bitter, remorseful, and dissatisfied. Amelia feigned sl**p until John’s breathing slowed and deepened, and then she quietly slipped out of bed and retrieved John’s new chastity device from her purse. She cautiously peeled the blanket off of her husband’s legs and crotch, moving her face close to examine his moderately-sized member one last time before it was imprisoned. A soft kiss and a silent click later, John slumbered on in utter ignorance of his new impotence. When he awoke, Amelia explained his circumstances to him: she would call him Gina, not John, for as long as he was in chastity, he was to answer to “sissy” and “bitch,” he would take an ...
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