Thread: There Is Certainly Not Any C-U-M In Chastity

Eric had seen Daphne a few times since he'd managed to take control of the most important facet of her life, but for some reason, he still pictured that the person who would be on the floor kneeling wouldn't be the frail four eyed girl who he had in his grasp, but who he'd always pictured the Key Master to be. Someone big, intimidating, and with a look on their face like they were a chess grandmaster. Kneeling on the floor was no such figure. Just Daphne. A packet slid along the floor towards him. Carefully and with one eyebrow raised, Eric lifted it upwards and took a peek inside, only to be awash in a sea of green. There must be at least ten thousand dollars in this thing. Was being the Key master even really worth ten thousand dollars? With money like this he could live comfortably for the rest of the school year. Hell, Daphne's father was a source of income that probably got her no less then that much every few months, this might even be the first of a long string of packets like this to come.... This offer is... He began, before a thought penetrated his head. ...And the cruise? That would be five thousand each, Master. And can you acquire that? Giggle Who do you take slave to be? Psh. Haven't you ever heard of being humble, miss money bags? What's that, Master? ...nice, but you and I both know that I'm not here for money. He finished, barely missing a beat. I want to see what you'd give up to be the Key Master again. And giving money is all so easy for you isn't it? This is not going to be easy for you, my horny little girl. If you want your playthings back, you are going to have to earn them. Eric took a step closer, and then another. Quietly he was shaking and quaking in his boots, but outwardly there wasn't a sign of distress on him. This was his game face. He was the Key Master now, and if she wasn't going to act like it then he was. You know, I think we'd actually talked a few times. His footsteps led him all the way until he was standing inches away from her floor-planted face. My screen name on fetlife and a few other sites was Zholar. I think once you were a bad girl and lashed out when you found out I was playing with one of my new girls. And I think one of my old play partners said she'd agreed to try your system out. IF that's just me though, imagine just how many people you've been naughty too? He stooped down, now low enough, close enough, that he could see the individual strands of her pale hair. The sobbing quivering that she'd tried to hide in her bow were all too visible to him. Insitintivly he reached out with leather gloved hand and gently touched her cheek. Her skin was warm and moist with salty teardrops. I am going to ask you a few questions now, my naughtly little thing, He whispered. You are going to answer me with complete senteances and you are going to make sure to always remember to answer me like you're supposed too. First, tell me this, His hand lowered softly messaging the back of her neck. Do you feel helpless right now? Do you feel powerless right now? Do you feel weak? His hand slid lower, down the side of her body and to the side of her arm. The girl had a plump, tasty bosom. Without a bra to keep them contained they hung freely beneath her shirt. He ran his hand over the side of her right breast, the touch a circular massage. Beneath the shirt, her breast was soft and firm, barely recoiling at the touch. The Key Master doesn't become helpless or powerless, does he? His touch became rougher, more stroking her breast now then rubbing it. He's never weak or powerless is he? He's always in control, right? Then suddenly, without warning he grabbed her nipple through the shirt, and gave her breast a rough tug. And I bet you touch yourself every night watching belted girls squirm and whimper don't you? And when needy girls touch themselves to belted girls squirming, is it more likely that they are strong girls who want control, or helpless little sluts that need their own belt? Remind me what is more likely?