#chastity shrinking

[shrinkingmydick]

[bethyourgoddess]

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[shrinkingnudistenthusiast]

Been debating permanently shrinking recently a lot. Any input?

[aris-safe-place]

This is as close as a sweet little thing like you should get. Let me know if any real men want to see though.

[shrinkingmydick]

[badbarbiedollxx]

Let’s change your chastity cage to a much smaller one… Why? Because it’s useless to everybody so it’s time we shrink it down so it becomes completely and utterly unusable

[painfulstretch]

i wanna pump you full with big heavy multiples and give you birth suppressants until you're uncomfortably overdue. one day i sneak labor inducing pills into your food, three times the amount that's recommended, and take you out into public. the dose i gave you is so high that you speedrun through early labor and dilate faster than you're prepared to handle. it doesn't take long before the first massive head comes barreling through your birth canal and the sheer pressure brings you to your knees. people stare but nobody cares enough to help or even ask if you're okay. i force you to your feet and make you keep walking, even though the contractions are coming faster and stronger by the second. i tell you to keep quiet and not to push. you try to be good for me even though i can see how much you want to drop down and scream those babies out of your tight tiny hole. you understand that i do this because i love you, right? i just love showing you and that big belly of yours off, showing everyone that you belong to me and what we've made together.

we move for two hours, your steps becoming increasingly unsteady and your breathing having turned into panicked panting. by the time we finally arrive home, there’s a huge bulge between your legs - despite your efforts to follow my orders, your body has pushed our baby down on its own.

i lead you to the bed, make you lie down and tell you you're allowed to push. your relief is shortlived because as the head inches ever so slightly forward, forming that famous teardrop shape, i stop its descend with my hand. your hips buck in surprise at the searing pain in your nether region and i use that moment to snap the chestity belt i've been holding, unbeknownst to you, into place around your hips.

i said you're allowed to push, not to birth. you really ought to pay more attention to what i say.

i can't be mad at you for not listening, of course. not when you look this beautiful - face red with exertion and glistening with sweat, writhing helplessly, trying and failing to find a position that relieves some of the agony, sobbing and screaming about how much it hurts, how big it is, begging to let you give birth. i just sit back and enjoy the show.

i let you suffer like that the entire night, watch as you wear yourself out with useless pushes. that baby's not going anywhere, darling, not until i decide it is. it's early morning when i finally do. you've earned the right to give birth, i think. i unlock the chastity belt but by now you're too weak to push properly. one would think your canal would be loose at this point but no, the baby still creeps forward at a torturous slow speed, making you feel every detail of the face. and those shoulders, wow, looks like we have a future quarterback in our family!

you've been in hard labor for almost 20 hours by the time the baby finally slides out of you. you're a sobbing mess but the tears of pain mix with tears of relief.

the next five minutes are nice for you. you hold our baby and even though your nether regions must still burn like hell, you're smiling weakly.

then your belly shrinks again, you wince, i see pure panic and horror flash over your face. i take the baby from you as you abruptly, uncontrollably start to bear down again, contractions hitting you again at full force as our next big baby forces its way through your body. despite the fact it's too huge for you, it's still a bit smaller than its sibling and slides forward quite fast. too fast for my liking. look at that, it's already beginning to crown. no, we can't have that, can we? where would be the fun in that?

you're so caught up in your pain that you don’t even notice me snapping the chastity belt back into place. even as you push fruitlessly, the head bulging grotesquely between your legs with no chance of escape.

don't worry, darling, i'll make sure there's a couple more fun days ahead for you. we have time, and there's still some babies left in that belly of yours.

[wakeup01]

The Premium Member

You’ve grown tired of all the familiar fucks and basic twinks on the dating app you normally use, and you’re really in the mood for a new hole to abuse. After searching your phone online you come across an app you’ve never seen before and quickly go to download it.

Upon startup it immediately bombards you with an ad to join their ‘premium service’, no thanks, why would you pay to fuck someone. You close the pop-up without even reading what the ‘benfits’ are. You set up an account and enter all your details into the profile, although some of the required information is slightly abnormal. Intelligence level? You’re assigned an profile ID number, just a string of random figures.

There’s an option at the bottom, ‘premium member matches allowed’. Well why not? If they wanna pay like idiots that’s fine by you. After confirming you are treated to pages and pages of terms of service. Yeah, nobody reads this and you quickly agree without a second thought.

Only a minute passes before ‘premium member match’ flashes up on screen. A profile is pulled up, ‘ScallyDom’ is the username, 22 years old. What the hell? You’re here to fuck an easy hole, why would you be interested in a dom, geez.

The picture on display is of some smug arsehole with his middle finger pointed at the camera, wow, people go for this shtick? You attempt to close the profile but your phone is completely unresponsive. The ‘agree match’ button lights up and all of a sudden your phone seems to start acting on it’s own volition. A message appears on screen:

ScallyDom: ‘You look like a good fuck.’

‘With some obvious changes, fancy boy.’

‘Can’t believe you willingly agreed to match to premium members, moron.’

Yeah, arsehole was right. You try but you can’t even message back. Instead the screen scrolls down without your input, almost like, well almost like he has control of…. Fuck.

You immediately go to turn your phone off, nothing. What the hell, this guy’s somehow hacked your device? He scrolls to an entry titled ‘edit profile’ and all of your information is pulled up in front of you.

ScallyDom: ‘Look at this bellend, think you’re all that huh?’

‘A top? Yeah right mate, you look more like a bottom bitch to me.’

‘Let’s fix you :p’

As if he couldn’t get more insufferable. The first detail he selects is cock size, a drop down menu appears, ‘Large’ is currently selected.

ScallyDom: ‘This doesn’t work for me. You’re gonna be taking dick, fuckwad. You don’t need much down there.’

He selects ‘Small’ in the menu and confirms the change. Hilarious, you think; a real preschool level mentality here. A second passes and you feel an embarrassing twinge in your downstairs area. What just happened? Nothing, there’s no way anything happened you tell yourself. You do however open your trousers and pull down your underwear. Fuck. You visibly see your cock begin to shrink before your very eyes. This can’t be real, it’s not possible.

ScallyDom: ‘How you like that princess, is your little nub getting hard yet?’

A submenu appears. Caged: Yes.

click

You immediately look back down… there’s a pink chastity cage casing your once large dick. Your balls are pulled taut and you can’t help but feel yourself throb. Time for drastic measures you conclude, lifting your phone. You prepare to throw it and end this when…

ScallyDom: Trigger: attentive mode. Open camera.

You suddenly lose all control of your arms and your phone is brought back up to your face, the camera activates.

ScallyDom: ‘Hey there pretty boy. Don’t look so upset, won’t be long and you’re be fit for purpose’.

Despite your best efforts you can’t move, you’re stuck sat there, looking gormless into your phone camera. Your tiny dick twitches again in its restraints. When you get your hands on this guy… The screen starts moving again and settles on age. You watch as the age ticks down to 19 years old. The screen then switches over to the camera, and there you are staring back.

Your whole face begins to tingle and then a burning heat takes over. It’s almost like your body is being re-molded. Your muscles deflate until you have a decidedly slender, feminine looking body. All of the imperfections are seared from your face. As your new appearance takes shape it becomes obvious that this isn’t a young version of yourself. Unbeknownst to you ‘ScallyDom’ has uploaded an image for your new face to match. Frankly, you look like a doll. The sort of face you’d see when applying 15 filters to an image. If you were on the other end, you’d fuck this face. Unfortunately, this is apparently you now.

ScallyDom: ‘Still think you’re going to be fucking anyone with a face like that? You’re designed to take cock.’

Your lips begin to puff up and pull forward, now stuck in a perpetual ‘duck face’ pout. He goes back into the options and highlights ‘Butt status’. As a top you currently have ‘virgin hole’ selected. He quickly changes that and settles on ‘experienced hole’. You have got to be joking! Immediately the sensation of your cheeks parting presents itself. You squirm in your seat as your hole opens up invitingly. You feel a gaping, empty hole back there. Briefly the thought of it being filled enters your brain. Something, anything needs to fill that void.

ScallyDom: ‘Should be capable of accommodating me now, cocksleeve.’

‘Bet you’re feeling pretty hungry at this point lol.’

You’d love for him to be wrong but you can’t deny how horny you’re feeling, it’s like your new body is designed to take cock. At some point he had changed your clothes, a fluorescent pink crop top with the words ‘I’m on bottom’ didn’t really scream subtlety. A skimpy pair of booty shorts left barely anything to the imagination. Even the guys you went for weren’t this blatantly desperate and basic, you’re like a ‘fuck me’ sign walking.

He doesn’t hesitate to move to several new options, Butt size: ‘Bubble’ and Hair: ‘Buzzcut Fade, Blonde. No body hair.’

The hair on your head begins to recede back into your skull until there’s a couple of millimetres left on top. It lightens until it’s a stark platinum blonde. Great, people are going to assume you’re a ditzy airhead. The rest of your body smooths out completely, your skin is becoming much more sensitive. Your butt tingles once again as it begins to ballon out from behind you. Leaving a nice round cushion that jutts out noticeably, like a shelf. A moan escapes your pouty lips and your face turns red from embarrassment. You look like a twink through and through. This has to end soon, everything will go back to normal you repeatedly try and convince yourself.

ScallyDom: ‘Can’t wait to fuck that face, mate. Bet you’re still convinced you’re a top right?

You don’t like the sound of where this is going. Your ‘Top’ status is highlighted. No, there’s no chance in hell you’re ever going to bottom anyone, especially this cocky dirtbag. ‘Slutty bottom’.

Fuuuckk, you feel so empty. Something is missing from your life, well cock obviously. Your thoughts all shift at once, like you’ve just arrived at the wrong floor. The slut floor. Your hips begin to gyrate slowly. Once again you moan, but this time you don’t try and hold back. Your voice seems to be higher.

ScallyDom: ‘A bitch in heat if I’ve ever seen one. Lets start wrapping things up.’

You’re too busy thrusting your little nub to even bother reading his message. Internally you’re trying to pull yourself together, but your new desires are getting the better of your logical thoughts. Speaking of… Intelligence level: ‘Above average’ is replaced by Below average on a sliding scale, and gets dangerously close to ‘Poor’.

You giggle. This app is sooo confusing. Your head fills with pink cotton candy. Pink like your little cage. You giggle again, just like a schoolgirl. Can’t this guy just fuck your brains out already, gawd. Your eyes dilate and go vacant, your mouth opens slightly.

ScallyDom: ‘You’re made for fucking, not thinking boy toy. Don’t worry though, you got me to help you.’

This guy is like, so mean. Just because you’re a ditzy slut doesn’t mean you don’t have standards, although you bet his cock is pretty juicy. He goes into your relationship status on the app, listed as ‘single’. Several different choices appear, one of which scares you: ‘owned’. Please…anything but that.

‘Owned’ is selected and a second entry opens to type in the owner. Your new master types in his name and your whole world view begins to shift again. At one point you thought him to be a jerk, but all of a sudden he’s the centre of your world. You’d do anything for your sexy master, and you feel honoured to be his.

ScallyDom: ‘You’re now my legal property cocksleeve. Like a chair or a table. Not so high and mighty now, fucking dunce.’

He’s only stating facts, you agree. You are pretty dumb, but that’s okay. Master knows what’s best anyway. Your name is erased from the profile and is replaced by Cali. Immediately it’s like your old name is deleted from your memory. You desperately try to recall what it used to be, but you can only ever remember being known as Cali. It’s probably much cuter than your old stuffy name anyway, Cal-ee. It’s also easy for you to say, long names are like, so hard.

He reaches the end of your profile page and presses ‘save changes’. A warning screen appears:

‘Caution, changes are not made permanent until match is tagged in person by premium member.’

There’s a rush of relief in the back of your head. A small part of you is desperately clinging on to your old identity. Though, It’s becoming so hard to think of anything else other than being mercilessly fucked by master.

ScallyDom: ‘disable attentive mode’.

You feel control coming back to your body.

‘We need to get you fixed, come to this address.’

Fixed? That sounds good, you’d like to be fixed. Wait, wasn’t there a reason you didn’t want to see him in person? But how could you refuse, he was your master after all. Your fingers begin typing.

Cali: ‘Yes sir.’

ScallyDom: ‘Good boy’.

The praise sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine. Without a thought you get up and leave for his flat.

His place isn’t exactly in the best part of town, what do they call it again? A council place… flat. You’re standing in front of his door with this nagging feeling that you should turn around and leave. This might be your last chance.

Before you can consider that, the door flings open and your brain turns to white noise at the sight of your master. You can’t even speak, you just stand there pathetically. Gawd, he’s hot in his tracksuit, you stare at a noticeable outline snaking down his leg.

“Get’in.” He orders and you don’t hesitate to obey, trailing behind him as leads you into the flat.

A rather potent smell hits your nose immediately, it’s like walking into a locker room; a mix of sweaty feet and, ugh, cum… Focus! You need him to fix you, ask him to turn you back. Back to what, you’re not entirely sure but that annoying voice in the recess of your head seems insistent on it.

“Need fix.” You squirm.

“Did I say you could fuk’ing speak fag!” He grabs a hold of your shoulder.

“Sorry sir.”

“Hav’ ya fix right here”

He pushes down on you and you feel your body lower with little resistance. He stops once you are on your knees, eye level with his crotch. He pulls on the waistband of his trackies and his 8 inch cock springs loose. His own ‘premium member’. If you were a cartoon character, you imagine this is where your eyes would fly out of their sockets with heart shapes. Instead you have to settle with looking cross-eyed at his fat member while your mouth salivates.

“Let’s put one of these holes to use.” His hand moves to the top of your head as he holds you in place.

With his other hand he begins to guide his cock towards your waiting mouth, it slips between your plump lips and continues effortlessly until it hits the back of your throat. Your mouth is now brushing up against the dusting of hair on his crotch. He holds the position for a few seconds as his strong musk invades your nose.

Without hesitation he quickly pulls back and then all the way back in. Out, in, out in. His hips move like a jackhammer, your eyes watering. Your head remains held in place as he forcefully fucks your mouth hole, making sure you take the entirety of his dick with each thrust. The thoughts in your head grow even thicker, dislodged, as if he is literally fucking your brains out. This isn’t quite the ‘fix’ you had in mind. However, your caged dick isn’t complaining, as it dribbles continuously into your pants.

“Better get ready to swallow!” He grunts from above you.

His thrusting picks up in pace, your face beginning to feel like a receptacle for his dick. He pushes all the way in one last time and holds it as his cock explodes. Load after load is flooded into your mouth, you start to swallow, the creamy liquid gliding down your throat. It’s like sucking on a particularly thick milkshake, although this tastes even better. You can let yourself enjoy this once, then we can get back to fixing things, the voices in your head negotiate.

He pulls out with a plop, dripping his juices onto the floor. You make sure to clean up every drop, without even being asked.

“Fuck, you’re a natural cocksleeve. What are you?” He asks as you look admirably up at him.

“Umm……cocksleeve.” Don’t giggle, don’t giggle.

*Giggle*

It was like trying to hold back a hiccup.

“Haha, god’s your dumb.” The laugh cuts straight through you.

There’s a puddle forming beneath you as your nub continues to leak shamelessly. Your master pulls you to your feet, he’s so much taller than you.

“Need to be tagged ho. Lets see that bubble butt of yours.”

There was something about being tagged earlier, tagged was bad? It was so hard to remember, maybe that was the fix. Hopefully it would clear up this thick cotton stuffing your little head. You drop your clothes, a thin line of pre hangs from your pink cage. You put your hands on your lower legs and bend forward so your butt sticks out towards him. Master pulls out a small device, it looks a bit like a price gun.

“Should hav’ read those terms of service, you are now mine fuck slut.”

Master always has the best names for you, but you have no idea what he’s talking about. He seems happy so you smile dimly.

The device is held against your lower back, just above your jiggling butt. There’s a whine and a minor stinging sensation. The device is pulled away, revealing a series of numbers lasered into your skin. It’s your profile ID number from the app. Your brain clicks, like a key being turned. In an instant that annoying little voice is silenced as the cotton covers all your thoughts.

“Oh thuck, maaaaster!” You whine in your effeminately high voice.

Your caged dick spurts the floor; your old personality ejaculated, nothing more than a pathetically small pool of cum between your legs. You find yourself loudly panting.

“Mouth open, now.” Master spins you around so you are once again facing him.

You open your mouth wide, a metal ring is pushed into your open jaw. He fastens it tight on your head and you close your mouth around it. The ring gag keeps your mouth open in an O shape, saliva begins to naturally gather at the end of your tongue.

“Me ‘in the footie team got practice tomorrow. You won’t mind if we share you after the game, Cali. The lads tend to get pretty pent up.” Master gives you a cocky smile.

You imagine being passed around by the team in the locker room, them calling you names as you obediently polish their poles from both ends. Their sweaty crotches slapping against your face.

Your tongue lolls out of your mouth and your ass quivers.

You can’t wait.

[denial-permanente]

Hey how are you? Big fan of your page and content. At the beginning of this year I confessed to my girlfriend of 6 years that I have a chastity fetish and I wanted her to lock my member up while we had our “fun time”. Surprisingly she was very open to the idea and we soon incorporated a chastity cage into our sex life. It has been amazing. It has opened a new side to me that I never knew existed. It took a bit of getting used to for the both of us but over time we have come to adore it. A majority of the time we have sex now my girlfriend instructs me to put my cage on before we begin.

A couple of weeks ago I brought up the idea of wearing the chastity cage for a longer period of time rather than only during our fun time. She interested with the idea but she believed it impossible.

For a little bit of context, we live together but due to work I’m only home from Friday nights when I get off of work till Monday mornings when I have to leave for work again.

Knowing this my girlfriend had quite a handful of concerns.

1. Her absolute biggest concern was she believed there was no way I could properly clean myself down there while locked in a cage. She says that wearing the cage for longer than a few hours at a time would be extremely de-hygienic and nasty.

2. Her next biggest concern is that since we only really see each other 2 days a week she thinks that there’s too much time between us seeing each other. “what if you NEED to get the cage off on a Monday, like an incident happens at work but we’re nowhere near each other and you have to wait all the way till Friday when you see me again?”

Because of this concern I tried to negotiate with what if I wore it during the weekends when I’m home. But then she rebuttals with “you basically already do so what difference would it make?”

3. A smaller concern for her is she is uncertain of the risks that come with wearing a chastity cage for long periods of time. An example she said was “what if you wore the cage for too long and your dick started to shrink?” I tried to tell her that that was just a myth but she seemed pretty adamant.

I guess my question is do you have any advice on what to do in this type of situation? Any words of wisdom that I could tell her in order to ease her mind about this? She says she would love to at least give it a try but she’s far too concerned about all the things that could go wrong. She says she thinks wearing a chastity cage for longer periods of time is just too unrealistic and isn’t possible.

It’s something that I’d love to do so should I try to talk to her about it again or just give up on the idea?

Believe it or not, I am probably like your girlfriend in that I worry about the practical aspects. For a very long time I would worry about what if my husband had an accident, or what if he had to remove it and didn't have the key. Even now, 25 years later I still sometimes worry if I know he's doing something dangerous like working on the roof or hiking in the woods or something. All I can say is that those concerns eventually get less and less concerning as time goes on and wearing a cage becomes second nature to the both of you.

I will let @that-tom-allen answer the part about hygiene and shrinkage, but in all these years that has never been a problem. I'm sure he can explain it better. I can tell you that I don't ever remember him having any issues.

A lot of men seem to want to rush into being lockedn24/7. Your girlfriend is being cautious and concerned. If she has a Tumblr account please have her message me for questions or even just moral support.

🔏 Tom here. First, as @mrs--edge wrote, if possible have your gf drop by to ask her soenof these questions directly. You can create an account for her, she doesn't need to be posting anything. Actually, considering some of the chastity related material on Tumblr, maybe you don't want her looking at too much. 😏

I don't know what kind of cage you have. My routine is to shower at night, and let things air dry. Then in the morning I put a dab of Gold Bond cream inside and swab it around with a Q tip. The cream is water soluble and will pick up body oil, sweat, stray urine, etc., and will wash out easily in a hot shower.

It also helps to have a tiny brush to swab around some soapy water inside the cage during your shower. I almost never need to unlock my cage to clean.

Now, about the shrinkage. I have a post on here about that. Check the FAQ for more detail, but here's the quickie: shrinkage is a myth, usually written about by guys who have SPH fetishes. The penis is not a muscle, and does not atrophy like muscle. It is mainly a meat hydraulic tube of connective tissue and blood vessels. Shrinkage is mainly a factor of the hydraulic balloons not having a chance to stretch out. Removing the cage and getting a few days of, err, healthy exercise should be sufficient to bring things back to size.

[unroxyfication]

We can solve these problems, ties Roxy down and fits her into a super tight and tiny chastity cage. This should shrink things down.

Go six months in this without complaining and I’ll cover MASSIVE implants

its so funny . you could flat out buy me for 4 grand anon ill be real. ill come live in your house and everything

[onlineferminizationtraining]

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That something greater will require taking sexual denial to a whole new level—with the help of a chastity device. Yes, it’s fun to play with your clitty through your panties but to satisfactorily progress through the sissification process, it will be mandatory that you stop all sexual stimulation of your clitty.

When you get started in the training there is a video i will send to you and Watching that video should make you feel super slutty. This is what a sissy slut’s sex life is all about. Your paramount purpose should be to look as sexy and desirable as possible so you can be used as someone’s fuck-doll.

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[catgirl-dee]

Okay I saw this post about mafia boss daughter x pathetic lesbian tortured by loan sharks. And idk if anyone's written off of this before (cause it's like 5 months old—ancient by internet time) but I knew I had to force my OCs into this situation. I really hope I did the prompt and art justice since this was written over like 3 days. And of course I had to make this transbian (and in my mind the art is already). So now, I present to you, morally dubious yuri. (2095 words)

Horny stuff: noncon, some blood, knifeplay, guns, petplay/collaring, vibrators, even more making out, dildos, strapons, eating out, rope bondage, orgasm denial, chastity, bondage, anal, cuddles (this may be morally dubious yuri but all of my stories must have cuddles sorry)

“Over fifty thousand dollars in debt. Lilac, you really fucked up this time. When do you intend to pay us back?”

Autumn puffs on her cigarette and observes the girl her mom is speaking to. Lilac is currently handcuffed and being flanked by two burly mafia loan sharks. She’s shrinking away from Autumn’s mom’s intimidating presence as she sits behind her desk. Autumn stands a little straighter.

“I’m really sorry, Miss Asta, but I don’t know. My boss won’t give me a raise, but I could try to be stingy on food, or—” Autumn’s mom silences Lilac with a glare.

“You’ll work for us then. Let me find an open position.” Asta puffs on her cigar and rifles through a stack of papers.

“Miss, I think I have a better idea.” Autumn tentatively interjects. Asta turns to her and nods.

“I still need a servant after the last one, and Lilac looks like she’d be perfect for the job.”

“Hmm.” Asta considers this for a moment, scrutinizing Lilac. “Okay, I’ll allow it. She looks easy anyway, I’m sure you can handle her.” “Thank you. I’ll make sure to put her to good use.” She steps toward Lilac, who practically shrivels in fear. “Walk.” Autumn pulls on Lilac’s handcuffs, dragging her out of the room. Behind her, Autumn can hear her mom droning on about other legal business with the sharks.

“Wha—what happened to the other servant?” Lilac stutters, a complete nervous wreck.

Autumn flashes a grin behind her. “Oh, you know. I got bored of him and he wasn’t doing a good job, so I… disposed of him.” She keeps leading Lilac, pretending not to notice the reaction to that. She nods to the guard at her door and steps inside.

Autumn leaves Lilac by the door and heads to her large safe, making sure Lilac can see all the assorted weapons inside. She selects a knife, twirling it around and pointing it at Lilac. “Kneel.” She circles Lilac a couple times, considering her. Lilac squeezes her eyes shut and keeps her head down.

“I haven’t had a plaything in a little while,” Autumn purrs. She crouches in front of Lilac, using the flat of the blade to lift Lilac’s head up, and her eyes fly open in surprise. “And I’m very hungry.”

Lilac gulps and Autumn laughs. “Don’t worry, as long as you do exactly what I say, you’ll be fine. Now hold still.”

Autumn begins cutting away Lilac’s clothes with the knife. As she does so, she talks. “You know, I wasn’t entirely telling the truth when I said you’d be my servant. You will serve me, sure, but not in the way most think of.” To her credit, Lilac stays still, but she can’t help shivering, which causes Autumn to nick her leg. Still, Autumn carries on, until Lilac is naked on the ground.

“I was right, you are a fine specimen,” Autumn says approvingly. She puts out her cigarette on Lilac’s thigh, causing her to yelp, while taking in Lilac’s exposed body. She tries her best to hide herself, but the handcuffs make it difficult and seems to amuse Autumn. Then Autumn gets up, unbuttoning her shirt and tossing it aside as she goes to a cabinet. She quickly finds a leash and collar inside, and drops other toys on her nightstand.

“Purple for my Lilac.” She puts the collar on Lilac, who avoids making eye contact. “Come  now, to the bed.” She grins naughtily now, getting a good blush out of Lilac.

Due to the leash and collar, Lilac has no choice but to climb on the bed after Autumn. Autumn reclines on the bed, tugging the leash to force Lilac onto her lap and their faces inches apart. Lilac can’t help but be captivated by Autumn, which gives Autumn some satisfaction. She could probably have this girl permanently submit by the end of the night.

With the hand free of the leash, Autumn traces Lilac’s cheek while whispering, “Remember, you belong to me now. I own you.” Then she grabs a fistful of Lilac’s hair and pulls her in for a kiss. Autumn’s tongue forces its way into Lilac’s mouth and towards her throat, and she makes a small noise that sounds like pleasure.

Eventually, Autumn breaks the kiss, leaving Lilac to blush and pant. She finds a small egg vibrator, flicks it on, and presses it under Lilac’s penis at the new erogenous zone created thanks to estrogen. She secures it with tape and is rewarded almost immediately when Lilac begins to leak and whimper quietly. Autumn takes a moment to revel in the sight of Lilac slowly getting harder and making a mess, their mixed lipsticks all over her face, before grabbing her hair again and going in for more sloppy kissing.

When Lilac nears orgasm, Autumn pulls away the vibrator, and frustration clearly shows on Lilac’s face.

“Not now pet, you don’t get to cum until I do,” Autumn says, pushing Lilac off and slipping out of her pants. “Get on your stomach.” Autumn picks up a new knife, testing the blade on her finger.

Lilac moves to her hands and knees, facing away from Autumn, expecting to get fucked. “I said, on your stomach,” Autumn says roughly, shoving Lilac completely down. “This will hurt, but you’ll survive if you stay still. Do you understand?” Of course, Lilac can only nod.

Autumn begins deftly carving letters into Lilac’s back, tracing them in blood. Lilac cries into the mattress, forcing Autumn to straddle her and pin her down. As she works, she says conversationally, “Many people do this in pen for some reason. I prefer something more permanent for my toys. How else am I supposed to make sure everyone knows you’re mine? Keep holding still, that’s it.”

After lots of pained gasps from Lilac, Autumn sits back and admires her work. Flawlessly written in Lilac’s tasty flesh are the letters “Autumn’s Property.”

“You can sit up now, pet,” Autumn says. She turns Lilac around to see her tear-streaked face and slaps her. “Oh, none of that.” She slips off her panties, slightly soaked from all the excitement of the blood, and shoves Lilac’s head between her crotch.

Autumn cocks her pistol and presses it into the back of Lilac’s skull. It’s empty—she doesn’t want to risk losing her toy so soon—but Lilac doesn’t have to know that. “You better be able to make me feel good like your life depends on it.” She can feel Lilac’s whimper between her thighs as she starts kissing Autumn’s clit.

“Fuck you’re good.” Autumn moves the gun away as Lilac continues to tease Autumn’s clit, moaning, whimpering, and breathing into it. She manages to pick up Autumn’s rhythm, moving her tongue the way Autumn likes it. Before long, Autumn orgasms, and Lilac cleans it up with her mouth when Autumn guides her with a hand.

Autumn places the gun down on the nightstand, going through the toys she has prepared. Lilac speaks up shakily, “Can I cum, Mistress? You said that I can once you do.”

Autumn doesn’t respond, but picks up another knife and starts twirling it in her hand, noting the terror in Lilac’s face. She decides to torture her a little, leaving the room silent and eyeing her like she’s Autumn’s next kill.

“Oh, so straightforward and bold of you,” Autumn croons after a while. “And I never told you that word, but you’re calling me Mistress anyways.” Lilac flushes. “I suppose my pet deserves a reward.” She unhooks her bra, now fully naked, and decides on a couple of toys. “Turn around. Good girl.” Lilac shivers and blushes at that, now on her cuffed hands and knees again, her ass on full display for Autumn.

Autumn lays on top of Lilac to reach her breasts, attaching small nipple clamps that vibrate. As she suspected, Lilac’s tits appear to still be sensitive from HRT, and Lilac begins to make beautiful noises with just those on. Autumn puts on her strap and roughly slams into Lilac, pushing her face down into the mattress. The muffled quality of her whimpers only make the choir even more heavenly. Autumn once again admires the red lettering on Lilac’s back, the blood mostly dry now. As she starts to thrust, she reaches around, teasing Lilac’s sensitive areas even more, rubbing her in all the right places. Lilac quickly cums, getting soft again, but Autumn keeps going until minutes later, when she also gets an orgasm out of it.

Though Lilac is still recovering, Autumn flips her over, causing Lilac to yelp in pain from the marks on her back. The sound only causes her to lust more, and she pulls out the knife and presses it to Lilac’s neck, right below the collar, and draws a tiny line of blood before kissing it and leaving deep teeth marks all over her pet’s neck and shoulders. 

Then Autumn notices Lilac’s hands. The handcuffs are clicking, a dead giveaway. Still, Lilac is desperately trying to get herself off. Autumn slaps them away, giving Lilac a dangerous look.

“Am I not enough for you?” she asks sweetly, with the practiced tone of a lurking threat.

“I’m sorry! Mistress, I didn’t mean to, I won’t do—”

“Of course, you’re here for my use. I own you and I can do whatever I like with you. But I’m doing my best to please you, too, and this is how you treat me?” Lilac starts to babble again, but Autumn silences her, pressing the flat of a knife to her lips.

“Hush, dear. You’re here to be an object, not to talk and answer rhetorical questions. Understand?” Lilac nods silently, mouth pressed into a line of fear.

Autumn unlocks the handcuffs, then turns to pick up a few coils of rope. She hums happily as she secures Lilac’s limbs to the bedposts, pulling each rope taut and checking all the knots. She wraps the rest of Lilac in intricate knots and ropework, framing Lilac’s body like a work of art.

“Since you seem to have trouble keeping your hands to yourself,” Autumn murmurs, “I have the perfect thing.” She dangles a chastity cage in Lilac’s vision, then puts it on her dick. Next she selects one of the larger dildos, lubes it, sets it to vibrate, and pushes it into Lilac’s ass excruciatingly slowly, noting Lilac’s anxiety building through the process. She goes down on Lilac’s soft, small tits, biting and sucking them, pinching the nipples, while still teasing her with the dildo. Lilac struggles, trying to move her hips to make it faster, but the ropes hold. Autumn leans back and moves her free hand to finger herself now, eventually cumming and dripping all over Lilac’s legs. Lilac looks so incredibly needy and cute now.

“What’s the matter, pet? Is it frustrating that you can’t finish without my permission?” She thrusts the dildo faster, matching the rhythm that made Lilac cum the first time. Lilac wordlessly begs, desperation in her pathetic eyes.

“Maybe you’ve learned your lesson. This is what my toys get when they try to be self-reliant. Feel the pain on your back and remember you’re mine and only I get to decide what you do.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lilac whimpers, blushing crimson. “I’m really sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“It better not,” Autumn hisses, grin wickedly sharp, bringing a knife over Lilac’s body. Lilac flinches, but Autumn simply cuts the ropes tying Lilac to the bed, though she leaves the knots on Lilac’s body untouched. Lilac’s expression shifts to relief and adoration, hardly believing she’s been spared from more pain.

“Despite that one mistake,” Autumn growls, before shifting to a soothing tone, “you’ve been a very good girl for me.” She brings her face closer to Lilac’s. “You’re still not allowed to orgasm, but I’ll let you choose something else. What do you want me to do?”

Lilac seems taken aback by this question, and pauses to think before replying sheepishly, “Kisses and cuddles, please, Mistress.”

Autumn hums approval. “Normally, I’d make my pets sleep in the dog cage, but how could I deny such a sweet request? Here.” She pulls Lilac under the covers and slips in next to her. Lilac’s face is burning as Autumn pulls her in, licking and kissing her face, neck, and ears, wrapping her arms around her pet.

In between the long periods of making out, Autumn whispers, “Don’t worry, I always take good care of my possessions. You don’t have to worry about anyone or anything else now.”

[hypnobun-e]

Would you rather be in chastity for less time but your dick permanently grows or be in chastity for longer and have your dick permanently shrink?

probably the second one tbh...having a lil clit is cute x3

[denial-permanente]

Hello, does he shrink in the cage with long-term wear of the cage? I see many captions referring to this occurrence of shrinkage after a longer period. And as my wife keeps me now in the cage, she would not be happy.

What is your experience in this?

Thanks

🔏Tom here.

Fortunately for you, I've written about potential health issues, including "shrinkage".

You can find other information on the pinned post at the top of the blog, or under the tag "chastity question."