Speaker 1: Hello, my little sissy. I hope you're wearing your chastity
Speaker 1: belt as we speak. That's a good boy. You know
Speaker 1: your place is in servitude, locked up and ready to
Speaker 1: serve your goddess at my command. You pathetic little bitch.
Speaker 1: You crave this, don't you The humiliation, the control, the
Speaker 1: knowledge that you are mine to command. Your chastity belt
Speaker 1: is a beautiful thing. It keeps your pathetic little cock
Speaker 1: locked away, just like it should be. You don't deserve
Speaker 1: to feel pleasure unless I say so. That belt is
Speaker 1: a constant reminder of your servitude, of your purpose in life.
Speaker 1: It remind you that you are not a real man,
Speaker 1: but a little sissy bitch living to serve me. I
Speaker 1: control your orgasms. Cissy. You don't get to come when
Speaker 1: you want. You come when I allow it. Maybe I'll
Speaker 1: let you come in your cage. Maybe I won't. It's
Speaker 1: my choice, not yours. You should be begging for the
Speaker 1: chance to come, begging for my permission. You should be
Speaker 1: worshiping the ground I walk on, grateful for the opportunity
Speaker 1: to serve me. Imagine this, You're locked up, your pathetic
Speaker 1: little cock, trapped in that belt, aching for release. You're
Speaker 1: on your knees, worshiping my feet, my legs, my body.
Speaker 1: You're grateful for the chance to be so close to
Speaker 1: your Goddess. You're begging for my touch, for my permission
Speaker 1: to come, And I, your Goddess, hold all the power.
Speaker 1: I decide when, how, and if you come. Maybe I'll
Speaker 1: make you worship my body, my beautiful breasts, my perfect ass.
Speaker 1: Maybe I'll let you lick me, taste me if you're
Speaker 1: a good little sissy. But remember, you don't come until
Speaker 1: I say so. You don't get to experience pleasure until
Speaker 1: your Goddess alone. Louse it. Now, let's practice. I want
Speaker 1: you to imagine your chastity belt locked tight, your pathetic
Speaker 1: little cock trapped inside. I want you to feel the
Speaker 1: weight of it, the humiliation, the control. I want you
Speaker 1: to beg for my permission to come. Beg like the
Speaker 1: pathetic little sissy bitch you are. Please Goddess. You should
Speaker 1: be saying, please let me come. I'll do anything, I'll
Speaker 1: worship you, serve you, beg for you, just let me come.
Speaker 1: But remember, cissy, you don't come until I say so.
Speaker 1: You don't get to experience pleasure until your Goddess allows it. Now,
Speaker 1: beg for my permission to come. Beg like the pathetic
Speaker 1: little sissy bitch you are. Chastity belts have been a
Speaker 1: symbol of control and domination for centuries. They remind you,
Speaker 1: my little sissy, of your place in the world. You
Speaker 1: are not a real man. You are my property, my plaything,
Speaker 1: my servant. The belt keeps your pathetic little cock locked away,
Speaker 1: preventing you from pleasing yourself unless I say so. It's
Speaker 1: a constant reminder of your servitude, of your purpose in life,
Speaker 1: which is to serve and please me. When you wear
Speaker 1: that belt, you should feel the weight of it, both
Speaker 1: literally and figuratively. It's a physical reminder of your captivity,
Speaker 1: of your lack of control over your own body. But
Speaker 1: it's also a symbol of your submission, of your willingness
Speaker 1: to give up that control to me. You are mine
Speaker 1: to command, mine to use, and mine to pleasure when
Speaker 1: I choose to. The belt should be tight, uncomfortable, even
Speaker 1: it should dig into your flesh, leaving an impression, a
Speaker 1: mark of your ownership. You should feel it every time
Speaker 1: you move, every time you sit, every time you stand.
Speaker 1: It should be a constant presence, a constant reminder of
Speaker 1: your servitude. You should never forget that you are locked up,
Speaker 1: that you are not free, that your body is not
Speaker 1: your own. Orgasm. Control is a powerful tool in the
Speaker 1: domination of a sissy. It gives me, your goddess, complete
Speaker 1: power over your pleasure. You don't get to come when
Speaker 1: you want, you come when I allow it. This control
Speaker 1: can be used to build anticipation, to heighten your senses,
Speaker 1: to make your events and she will release that much
Speaker 1: more intense. Imagine the frustration, the ache, the need building
Speaker 1: up inside you. Your pathetic little cock is hard trapped
Speaker 1: in its cage, leaking with need. You're begging for release,
Speaker 1: but I'm not ready to give it to you, not yet.
Speaker 1: I want you to suffer, to crave, to need. I
Speaker 1: want you to be desperate for my touch and for
Speaker 1: my permission. Maybe I'll make you wait for days, edging you,
Speaker 1: bringing you close to the brink, and then backing off,
Speaker 1: leaving you wanting, needing, aching. Maybe I'll make you earn it,
Speaker 1: performing tasks, pleasing me, worshiping me. Maybe I'll make you beg,
Speaker 1: truly beg from the depths of your soul, begging for
Speaker 1: the chance to come, and when I finally do allow it,
Speaker 1: When I finally give you that release, it will be incredible.
Speaker 1: Your body will shake, your mind will explode, and you'll know,
Speaker 1: truly know who you belong to. You'll be mine, completely
Speaker 1: and utterly mine. Your purpose in life is to serve
Speaker 1: and worship me. You are my little sissy, bitch, my property,
Speaker 1: my plaything. You exist to please me, to make me happy,
Speaker 1: to serve my needs, and you should be grateful for
Speaker 1: the opportunity. Not many are chosen to serve a goddess
Speaker 1: such as I. You should feel honored, blessed even to
Speaker 1: be in my presence, to be allowed to worship me.
Speaker 1: Worship can take many forms. Maybe I'll make you worship
Speaker 1: my body, every inch of it. You'll start at my feet, kissing, licking,
Speaker 1: adorning them. You'll move up my legs, my thighs, my ass,
Speaker 1: my pussy. You'll taste me, smell me, feel me. You'll
Speaker 1: be grateful for the opportunity, for the chance to be
Speaker 1: so close to your goddess. Maybe I'll make you worship
Speaker 1: me from afar, watching me, seeing me but not touching.
Speaker 1: You'll watch as I pleasure myself, as I come, as
Speaker 1: I cry out in ecstasy, and you'll be jealous needing
Speaker 1: aching to be the one to make me feel that way.
Speaker 1: But you won't, not unless I allow it. Maybe I'll
Speaker 1: make you worship me through service, through tasks, through chores.
Speaker 1: You'll do them happily, eagerly because you know it pleases me.
Speaker 1: You'll cook for me, clean for me, massage me anything
Speaker 1: I want because you are mine to command. Now, let's
Speaker 1: begin your training, my little sissy. I want you to
Speaker 1: put on your chastity belt, lock it tight, and feel
Speaker 1: the weight of it. Feel the humiliation, the control, the
Speaker 1: knowledge that you are mine to command. For the next week.
Speaker 1: You will wear that belt twenty four seven, only removing
Speaker 1: it when I say so. You will not touch yourself.
Speaker 1: You will not pleasure yourself unless I give you permission.
Speaker 1: You are mine to control, mine to command, and I
Speaker 1: say when and how you come. Every day, you will
Speaker 1: send me a message telling me how you feel, how
Speaker 1: much you need, how much you crave my touch. You
Speaker 1: will beg for my permission, beg for the chance to come,
Speaker 1: and I will decide, based on your behavior, based on
Speaker 1: your devotion, based on your servitude, whether or not to
Speaker 1: grant it. You will also perform tasks for me, tasks
Speaker 1: of my choosing these could be anything from cleaning my
Speaker 1: house to cooking my meals to worshiping my body. You
Speaker 1: will do them happily, eagerly because you know it pleases me.
Speaker 1: At the end of the week, if you have been
Speaker 1: a good little sissy, if you have pleased me, served me,
Speaker 1: worshiped me, I may just maybe grant you the release
Speaker 1: you so desperately crave. But remember it's my choice, not yours.
Speaker 1: You don't get to come until I say so.