energybetterpent

[energybetterpent]

“Good Morning little gimp. How did Mommy’s favorite dickless little slave sleep? Oh? I’m sorry baby… I know, you’re not used to snuggles all night are you? Hmmm? Poor baby. Don’t worry, you’ll be safely locked back into your cage tonight. You can snuggle with Mr. Piggy between your legs, he’ll keep your button nice and cozy and doesn’t mind the mess it makes. Are you a dirty little piggy too? *giggles* good boy. I’m sure all of your nasty boy slime is all licked up by now… and has been. Mommy should make you stop. No? You don’t wanna? Ok, but only cause you were sooooo still last night and didn’t even wiggle when Mommy had a bad dream and needed your sack for squeezies. I bet they’re still sore. They look sore. Mmmmm. Tell Mommy you don’t need cummies. Good baby. Again. Now tell Mommy, iffff.. you’re allowed mommy’s pussy. Hmm? No? Good little baby! Maybe at one point but definitely never again. You’re my little ass worshipping baby slave now. I bet you can feel how warm it is, kissing my thighs, you’re probably stealing little sniffs of my delicious, warm, wet pussy. I’ll look the other way, slave; for now… if you tell me where your nose belongs. Where? Yes, good boy. Your nose belongs in Mommy’s asshole doesn’t it? Good baby. And where does baby gimp’s little boy cyst belong? Hmm? Such a smart baby. That’s right, ‘inside of me until Mommy cuts it off’ is 100% correct. Mmmmmm, ok baby gimp, be still, no more touchies. Let’s lock your mitts back on, and your hood. *click* Did you know it’s been 6 months since Mommy let you feel her skin with your bare hands? And 4 since Mommy last harvested her cum. You’re so cute like this, *click* this spiky little ball crusher may become a staple… I don’t know. Mommy loves being worshipped but I want to orgasm now, and making mommy feel yummy involves suffering for her doesn’t it? Yes Goddess? Good baby. Now, mommy is going to roll over on her belly and grind on her vibrator, and maybe text ‘new daddy’. Baby gimp is going to rub its balls as hard as it can on the spikes and take big deep breaths of Mommy’s asshole.”

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The next morning, after your orgasm, it’s lovely. He’s still throbbing in his chastity cage and horny as hell.

[energybetterpent]

I don’t know if it’s a ‘neurodiverse’ thing; if it resides more in the mental than physical space. Maybe it’s an aesthetic thing, maybe it’s lots of reasons. Ever since the first month of my chastity training (which began a decade ago) thongs and leggings overarched boxers and shorts. I feel cute, comfy, tidy, snug and safe when shaved smooth, plugged, dickless and in something strappy and tight.

🥰🥰😘

[energybetterpent]

I’m so so so so so lucky Mommy indulges these strange things I enjoy. I am deeply grateful that she harvests some satisfaction or entertainment from spoiling me rotten. I know Mommy enjoys things either inside of me, or saying ‘no’ to things like my dexterity, eyesight, voice, etc.

Shes so sexy I’ll bend to almost anything to stare up her skirt…

Huh… I just realized I haven’t left this room in a few days… oh well.

[energybetterpent]

Mommy gave me her “will occasionally indulge the humiliating butt/thong panties fetish” trading card for my “will puncture, skewer, then lock metal contraptions in the holes I put in your body, no questions, slave.” trading card.

🥺👃🏻👙

New lockable piercing from traeume-aus-edelstahl 🥰🥰

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Fucked up thing is, I literally begged the universe for a sexy / terrifying Goddess to grovel under and serve and stuff and I got it.

👀🥺🥵

I’ve been trained to find enrichment, purpose, and stability in existing as her slave.

Slave is kept denied indefinitely, Mommy is Goddess and decides essentially everything else.

I like her decisions, she knows best, and I appreciate the treat of being her wet specimen, and every second of her attention.

This relationship has really evolved far beyond anything I could have coaxed predictions of- via the ether and logical stuff…

Im understanding more now that my button must be snipped or permanently sequestered to be an acceptable vessel of her pleasure, I begged for these fetters, I begged to be measured by “time denied” or “fits inside” or “will do”.

I may no longer spill the gruesome details of my mutilated spank bank, long grey and cobwebbed.

“Knob” is an exaggeration.

Wafer, sliver, coin?

Snugly strapped and all locked up, mommy likes her shiny little button

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Mommy has decided she wants my button inside of me until it is removed. I didn’t realize how much freedom existed in the confines of conventional, and vastly more spacious implements.

Over the last decade or so…

I have found my ‘male cyst’ routinely, and consistently physically locked inside of some iteration of ‘chastity’.

Eventually the cage was on my list of ‘keys, phone, wallet…’

I actually feel anxious without the sensation of my genitals being trapped, desensitized, and recontextualized.

I don’t want to get all heady and shit- so.. short story short:

It’s agony in flat cages. I didn’t realize that the normal cages were like a warm wet pussy I could expand in, throb, pretend to be fucking…

I just feel like I have a boil between my legs, which mommy confirms, and piss all over myself.

Im training my button to take a screw in, short steel catheter… for practicality.

Daily life doesn’t allow me all pissy, or in a diaper like mommy suggests…

So somehow.. a short hollow rod to enable the further permanence —short of piercing or docking— of what’s left of my bits is objectively the best solution..? 😳👀🥺

Mommy is very smart and I’m deeply glad she finds and suggests such good ideas for me. It’s just scary sometimes, seeing body parts literally disappear and become numb, other parts fill and stretch..

But mommy reminds me I like scary, and good baby gimps just say yes ☺️

⭐️👩🏻‍🦰⭐️😵‍💫😭👙🔐

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[energybetterpent]

It’s true. After a decade of chastity training I can honestly say that it becomes super easy to stimulate and make a mess while locked, which means I have to be more mentally disciplined, and Mommy makes touching rules more pronounced. More layers are kept between my button and hands or anything else, and my agency melts further into slurry. I crave to please her with desperate urgency and work to tailor my desires to hers… even if they’re a bit intense and disturbing at first. Learning true submission comes with true resistance, but I’m proud that I’m allowed to exist as her slave, and will continue to welcome the rearrangement of my brain and containment of my button.

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The natural progression from “when to if” and “stint to indefinite” is equally exciting and chilling.

Missing the days of feeling flesh on flesh, seeing it, experiencing an erection, letting yourself experience climax happen to make you even more aroused. How astoundingly humiliating.

You were made for this, this is your niche. You thrive in denial and delight in the honor of licking my soles and sniffing my thongs.

You belong in chastity.

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“You begged for this. I’ve fulfilled your every disgusting little fantasy by agreeing to keep you as my perma-denied chastity slave. You begged me to take away your bits, and I did. I put copious amounts of loving time and attention into getting you properly pierced and gauged and had steel custom made to make sure clitty stays snugly encased in relative convenience and comfort forever. Yes? Good slave. Now, it’s mommy’s turn to explore her sadistic side without any defiance on your end. No more decisions, you exist in perpetual surrender and will accept my tenderness or cruelty with relentless worship. You’ll spend time living a relatively normal life, most likely, but should I decide it exciting to take away your ability to see or hear or dress in boy clothes, I make those decisions. I can see my property is bouncy and swollen. I’m the most happy when your sack is all purple and fat like that. Slave loves feeling terrified and trapped. Doesn’t it? Mmmhmm. Good baby.”

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🥺👉👈

yeah sorry for giving you those weird new kinks. do you want me to make it worse

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The brilliant intense delight of climax flees quickly. I feel I intuitively dismiss these greedy indulgences as my programming is to secrete and swell safe and snug in chastity. ‘Orgasm’ is now ‘cummies’, my slimy shrinking clitty slinks back in embarrassment in the soft hole of the mechanically rhythmic milking machine. I wish I could scream, I dream of my safeword but I hear mommy purr in pleasure on my headphones and I can hear her wetness as she commands me “clean up your mess with your thong then savor your treat. Lock that disgusting worm back in its cage.” She watches you via webcam. You have no more privacy, you no longer have erections or boxers or privacy. You haven’t felt skin on your “boy cyst” in over three years. The machine harvests your cummies, while mommy rubs herself to orgasm.

Milking machines sound perfect for any maintenance orgasms. Not even allowed the pleasure of a regular orgasm since instead they’re being forcefully drained of every drop before being locked again for the next few months

Mmmhmm. Lovense has a great Bluetooth handsfree male masturbator you can use as a milking machine. It's a lot of fun ❤️

[energybetterpent]

I love being Priestess’ perma-denied baby gimp.

Chastity and orgasm denial are baseline. Currently, Goddess keeps me locked in an ergonomic, short, stainless steel device. Goddess has decided that she likes my bits (worm, button, nub, little cyst, clitty) kept entirely encased. I realized that what little freedom I had I managed to take for granted. I could still feel my swollen warm flesh with my fingertips between the bars of the cramped tube, or use the tip for stimulation. Those privileges have now been taken, and permanently I’m afraid. Thank you Goddess for indulging my denial fantasy and giving me exactly what I begged for. Thank you for allowing me to be consumed with ache and desperation in a constant state of worship. I believe it’s been over two years now, since I’ve had an unsupervised erection, and elected what to do with it. I’m often reminded that Goddess has no use for my erections. She has taken another slave for this purpose, after she ensured I was entirely her possession. I begged for this. Every day I’m inspected, i present Goddess her property as she likes it. Encased in steel, balls swollen and plump and aching, tidily tucked away behind girly undies. I wear panties Goddess bought me (mostly thongs and some cute fuller backed lacy / silky ones) under my boy clothes every single day. Some days I have to have permission to potty, other days Goddess likes to inflict pain. Every day I am absorbed deeper into her prison, the leash thickens, another little lock clicks shut through some punctured little bit of my soul. I love to exist perpetually swollen and wet as her baby gimp.

Would you ever keep a sub as strictly a denial sub? Like their purpose was simply to remain locked up and denied?

That's what I prefer to do honestly. It takes a very specific person to ACTUALLY want and consent to that @energybetterpent is this for me. He very rarely gets to cum and when he does it's really just for maintenance, and it's usually pretty humiliating. He loves to be my perma denied baby gimp 😚 xxxxx

[energybetterpent]

Worshipping one’s Goddess so closely is truly a most privileged sensation.

Indulgence is the scent of her ass and feet.

Either are more than I deserve.

The curved steel container is all I may make love to.

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After big ‘snippies’ were all healed up, the scant remnants of my nubby button were secured permanently in a shiny & flat steel prison. My button was now just how Mommy envisioned. Pierced, plugged, perpetually twitching and slimy. It looks truly disgusting when not confined in the cage. I cried and begged Mommy to never let me see it again. The bent keys are kept in the same specimen jar with the bits she removed from me. I’m getting used to the hood. That’s the next step, I’m told. The shock collar scolds me but soon I’ll be made truly silent. My wide, shiny eyes and sticky bits remind Mommy I like this.

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The only way Goddess would allows me access to fresh air and my senses of sight, smell, taste, even movement- is monetization or surgery.

Long term funnel feeding and total sensory deprivation broke me further than I thought possible.

My “udders” only leak, never pop. The doctor who removed most of my ‘worm’ did something to the nerves to totally prevent this.

Goddess is pleased by this constant state of needy, squirmy, desperate agony in which I live.

The big burly bears are much nicer to me than I anticipated. Goddess takes all of my money from the video shoots.

Once a month I’m locked back into my dark box in the basement. It can be an hour, or a week.

Fantasies materialize for very few people.

The chances of running into one of us is slim.

It’s highly likely then, you’ll have no idea how scary self actualization is, until it’s too late.

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Hashtag goals for Mommy’s non-binary little chastity slave 🥺…

I’m only allowed to be a cow if the milking is seldom and via electro stimulation of my anus.

😖