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A GREAT BEGINNING.
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I put my little stockbroker through hell this weekend, and beyond the obvious pleasure of it all, I believe I’ve made a significant and worthwhile investment in a long term relationship. I’m getting tired of the equivalent of kinky one night stands. It took a lot of 'convincing' on my part, but he is now in real chastity to me.
It was one of those cage types, (not exactly the one I wanted for him, but I made him purchase it. So like all idiotic men he chose one that he thinks will give him more freedom... He likely thinks the cage is better because it will allow some physical contact. In truth it's going to drive him crazy, and still prevent an erection, but what do I know?) It comes with 2 keys. I have one on a charm bracelet around my wrist, where it will remain. Last night with his cock locked securely, and his hands tied, I made him walk naked behind me as I rode Becca, a calm little mare of mine. I had him on 30 feet of line roped to my saddle, but I didn't tie it, just a simple loop. (Even though I trust Becca, any horse can get spooked, and when they get spooked they'll run flat out. Sometimes it'll take 100 yards or so before you can get back control. Unlike the movies people don't usually survive getting drug behind a running horse, especially naked, and if they do, they may wish they hadn't
He tried to engage me in conversation as we moved along. This really pissed me off since I had given him explicit instructions not too. I filed it away to be addressed later. Instead of jumping down his throat, I just smoked my cigar, and enjoyed the Texas night sky. There was some lightning far to the west, and distant thunder. It sounded rather portentous and gave me a rush. After about 20 minutes he went silent I could tell he was worried. I never told him what we were doing this weekend. Everything was a surprise, and intentionally a bit scary. Dependence and trust go hand in hand. He must be dependent on me for his own fulfillment, and must trust me that even though I may cause him pain and humiliation, I will take care of him, and not truly injure him. Once I have that, everything gets easier.
We arrived at a small lake that borders my property. I got off Becca, and let her drink and graze. I untied Cunt II (his current name), and handed him the second key to his chastity cock sleeve. He looked at me wonderingly and I told him to walk out into the lake. He hesitated and I could tell he was about to fill this special moment with a bunch of whining male babble. Without a word I gave him a hard stroke of my riding crop across his cute naked ass. Then that stupid male mouth opened. "Owww! ok, ok! I'll do it, I just didn't...I mean I want to know what..." I didn't let him finish. I grabbed him by the back of his collar and began whipping his ass and the back of his legs hard and fast.
OMG! You should have seen him. It was so hard to keep my composure, his naked legs dancing about trying to avoid the riding crop, and he's squalling like some child. The intensity was just a bit too much and he jerked away, and I lost my grip on his collar. He ran into the lake, all the way to his chest. He was panting hard and turned towards me. He then opened his stupid mouth again. "Ok! Ok! Ok! I'm in the fucking lake! I'm doing what you told me. I'm doing it!" he said practically sobbing. I was furious, but also on the verge of blowing a gasket with laughter. It was hard enough keeping an angry expression on my face, I didn't trust myself to speak, and of course that's when Becca snorts really loud looking at us both quizzically, like we've gone utterly crazy. (Looking back maybe I had). I actually bit my tongue to keep from laughing.
After a few deep breaths I bent down and picked up the small brass key on the muddy bank that he dropped in all of his jumping about. I held it in my hand and shook it mockingly. With the other hand I held the riding crop and pointed to the ground at my feet. I didn't say a word. Still sobbing a little he walked slowly out of the lake, looking at me with uneasy fear. Once again, his utterly stupid mouth pops off again: "Oh please, I’m sorry; I didn't mean too, I mean I shouldn't have...." Again I didn't let him finish. I don't like yelling, if you work with horses you know why, but I did this time because he was working himself into a frenzy. "Shut the fuck up!" I yelled, as I slapped him hard across the cheek. His hands went to his face in shock, his eyes welling again with tears. I backed away, and waited a few moments. I didn't need him to panic, something he did a couple of times this weekend. He's also pretty strong, and although I felt he was emotionally well broken, I wanted some distance in case he decided to recover his manhood and do something rash.
I gave him some space and waited until he calmed down a little. I starting talking with him slowly, and gently. "I told you that you are not to speak unless I ask you a direct question. Did you not understand that?" I said slowly. He looked miserable, wiping his eyes he said, "I'm sorry mistress, its night, and I didn't know what you were going to do, and I got scared." He looked nervously about in the darkness, and at the lake.
It was so honestly said, that it took me back for a moment. I unfortunately make many unconscious assumptions about people; one of them is that what is normal for me is normal for them. I grew up in the outdoors. Hiking, hunting, and fishing was just something everyone did. Spending 5 days and nights in the mountains on horseback, hunting Elk with my father and brothers was just something I did, and something everyone else did where I grew up. Spending nights alone hiking and camping under the stars while coyotes yipped and howled were something I did for pleasure, or when I needed time to just think.
The problem was that I was making that same assumption about my cute little stockbroker. He was born and raised in Texas, but I realized at that moment that he had told me he grew up in Dallas. In my long talks with him, all I could recall was a fairly normal middle class suburban existence. It was currently pitch black, except for a thin crescent moon and the stars. I suddenly realized that the night was freaking him out. I felt like shit, but was careful not to show it. I held out my hand to him and he took it slowly. I led him off the muddy bank to a grassy area, and had him sit down with me. He did so carefully. Texas grass is not kind, and I had worked his little ass over several times this weekend. I put my arm around him and pull his head against me. I kissed him softly and told him a little of my upbringing, and asked him a little about his. As I suspected, except for an occasional overnight at some manicured campsite, he was an outdoor virgin. No hunting, no hiking, nothing. I lit another cigar to keep the mosquitoes away and laid back on the grass. I hugged him against me and he laid his head against my breast. I told him that there was nothing to be afraid of, and that I would protect him. He just sighed. Fucking sighed!! Like a girl. This male-female switch was such a rush, I was wildly turned on....but instead of throwing him underneath me and drowning his pretty face in my pussy like I wanted, I just held him close, smoked my cigar, and listened to him talk. He has a nice voice when he's not jumping around like a scared little kid.
It took about half an hour. Except for the damned Texas-sized Mosquitoes, he would have probably fallen asleep right there. I got him up and walked him hand in hand back to the lake. I could feel his anxiety returning but I told him I would be right there, and wouldn't let anything happen to him. He took the tiny key I gave him and slowly walked into the water. I had him stop and turn around when he was waist deep. He had that nervous look again, and even though it was a Texas Summer night (hot as fuck), and I knew the water was warm, he was shivering. I let him wait a full minute. I just smoked quietly, and looked at him with no particular expression. I wanted to see if he would open his fucking pie hole again and fill the silence with more pathetic, nervous, bullshit. To his credit he obeyed my instructions, and except for shaking a little, he stood there, head lowered, and waited. I was so proud of him I gave him an encouraging smile, and it instantly eased him.
Finally, I addressed him. "The reason I brought you here is simple. I want you to make a permanent decision about your life, right here and right now. You've been with me most of the weekend and you know how things are going to be. You know what I like to do with men. I know some of it turns you on, it's obvious physically. All I can promise is more of the same. I have plans for you, and they include you living here permanently, at some point. I am very fond of you and whether this will turn into love or something else, I do not know. I make no promises in that regard.
The first step is chastity. You will be loyal to me, and only me. I will control your masculinity. I will control your pleasure. If you take this step, your cock is mine, literally. So here is your choice.
Take that key and unlock yourself right now. Throw the cage and the key in the lake, and I will throw my key in as well. This relationship will be over. Severed and done. I will take you back to the house; you can get your things and leave. I will not pursue you, hassle you, or even think badly of you. I will treat you with the utmost respect, and even continue to use you for some of my investments if you wish. Professionally none of this will ever come back to haunt you. I swear it."
Though a little water separated us, I said this staring into his moonlit eyes, and with absolute conviction, because it was true. I waited a moment and saw him nod slightly. (Risky I know, but the truth is I hate all the half-assed, half-finished, maybe this, or maybe that BS. Let's end this now and get on with our lives, or let’s do this 100%. Nothing in between)
"Or", I said in the same tone, “you can be mine... balls to bone. I will own you. You will do nothing without my consent. This choice will affect everything in your life. Your career, your money, your time, your body, and even your thoughts will be subject to my whims. If you choose this, your life will change drastically, and none of these changes will be your choice. All I can promise is that your needs will be well taken care of, and it'll never be boring. If you want a life with me, then take the key and throw it into the lake as hard as you can."
When I finished I gave him a disinterested look. It was the hardest thing I've ever done. I don't know what he was feeling but I was practically jumping out of my skin. It seemed such a momentous moment, all the passion, excitement, and stress of the weekend compacted into this sliver of time. I waited, watching, certain that he was going to unlock himself, (I would have). A long moment passed, the only sound was the wind blowing on the lake, and Becca munching grass, and then unbelievably without a word he threw the key into the lake.
I wanted to shout, scream, and laugh with joy. I settled for a superior smile as I hugged him hard. I held his hand and led him to the grass. I wanted so much to hear his reasons, and I could tell he wanted to talk. Instead I just acted like it was exactly what I expected and made him lick the mud off my boots. He did it quickly, and without a word. He seemed almost eager now, and filled with energy. I fucking loved it! I've never had a man lick an old pair of Roper cowboy boots. It was lovely!
Becca was getting impatient so I only kept him on his belly for a few minutes. I saddled up and let him ride bitch all the way back. There's nothing like the hard back of a horse and stiff horse hair to soften up a man's naked ass and balls, LOL! During a couple of stretches I let her gallop, and he held on to me tightly. I cannot describe to you how good that made me feel.
We got back and I helped him dismount, got the saddle put away, and Becca happily stabled. I was so horny by then that I was practically panting. The crotch of my jeans were soaked, and it wasn't sweat. The second we got in the house I pushed him onto the floor, ripped my boots off, pulled down my jeans and panties, (Fuck taking them off!). I sat down hard on his pretty little face and came instantly! The orgasm was so hard it actually hurt. I felt like I'd been punched in the belly. This set off a chain of them. So much pleasure it felt like my head was going to explode. I think I actually screamed. I know the dogs were going crazy outside, but I didn't give a shit. My vision had become a tiny tunnel of sight, and I didn't care. Wave after fucking wave. It was insane and so damned good.
I don't know how long I laid there. I had fallen off his face at some point. My belly felt like I had done a thousand sit ups, and my pussy just pulsed and throbbed with pleasure. I looked over at him and he looked back at me with a smile, his face and hair soaked in my juices. I felt so possessive then, this broken little man was mine. All mine.
What a great beginning.
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Posted on : Aug 12, 2013
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Commented on Aug 13, 2013
Thank you for the kind compliment. And I agree. A weak man leads an unhappy and unfulfilled life without a strong woman to guide him.
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Commented on Aug 13, 2013
Wow!!! What an amazing story! I don't think it surprises me that he threw the key. Weak men, like me, need a strong and confident woman to tell us the way it's going to be.
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