D for Danielle Chapter 20: Chastity (Patreon)

*A SPECIAL CHAPTER IN CELEBRATION OF LOCKTOBER!*

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Mistress Narcissa stood back and laughed.

“Oh my, you truly are a pathetic thing, aren’t you?” she teased the young sissy. “How does it feel to be emasculated for my pleasure?”

“I feel… It feels good, Mistress,” Daniel weakly admitted.

“Does it?” she scoffed. “You do completely understand that your tiny clit is my property now? It is mine to do with as I desire.”

“Yes… Mistress. I happily give it to you.”

Daniel wondered why he was so freely admitting his thoughts to her. What was it about Narcissa that caused him to so readily submit? What spell had she cast on him? And would he ever want to be free of it?

While the tall, commanding woman circled around Daniel, Barclay looked on with a sense of excitement and apprehension. The dread inside him spilled out through his body language. He knew what the boy had gotten himself into. He knew that from this moment forward the sissy would sink deeper and deeper into feminine servitude. He had fallen into a similar, yet also different trap, one that continually crossed lines....

“Chastity is a sign of commitment,” Narcissa said as a matter-of-fact. “It is designed to bring sissies like you into compliance. You see, they can’t control themselves. They get excited, watch dirty videos, and then touch themselves. Often they play with their boipussies, using toys, hoping to fill a void. Sometimes they feel guilty afterwards and try to purge their feelings. They toss away their clothes and toys, but no matter how hard they fight it, the craving always returns. The need inevitably comes back.”

She paused to allow Daniel time to process.

“I imagine you masturbate quite often in your dorm room, correct?”

Daniel hesitated to answer. Narcissa ran her nails across his right forearm. If he had any hairs remaining they would have stood up, but they had been shaved off. It was a new sensation he felt -- being smooth made his surface area much more sensitive to touch.

“I do jack off a lot, Mistress,” the sissy let out.

“Did you just say ‘jack off’? That’s not very ladylike, is it?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Choose a more proper term.”

“Ummmm…” he stammered as he paused to consider. “I play with my clitty much too often, Mistress.”

“Good girl,” she said with a slight grin. “A more appropriate choice of wording. Yes, sissies do play with themselves incessantly. I’m sure you use visual aids. And at the adult store you purchased items to help heighten your experiences. But with chastity those actions can be harnessed, and the urge controlled. True maximization of self and pleasure. And you will no longer feel the need to purge. 

“Every day in chastity will reinforce what and who you are. 

“Now listen: Being locked means you cannot touch yourself. As much as you try you won’t be able to get your pathetic little penis erect. 

“And since I hold the key, I am the one who dictates when you can be let out for release. Do you understand this new status quo?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Daniel could hear Barclay sigh softly behind him. As if he knew what was coming next…

“Good. Then you will comply and remain locked in chastity over your Winter Break.”

“Wait — what?” Daniel felt weak suddenly.

Mistress Narcissa moved forward and grabbed Daniel by his chastised penis and balls. The sissy yelped as she squeezed.

“Do not question my orders,” she spoke sternly and calmly.

“Yes, Mistress!”

She held his tiny member with an iron grip. He held his breath, hoping for a quick release. She pulled in and squeezed tighter. His dicklet started to grow inside the cage and fill it. And then, when there was no more room for it to expand inside its prison, Daniel felt a pinch of pain. His penis started to go flaccid and retreat, defeated.

“It will be difficult at first,” she continued. “You will struggle trying to sleep knowing that your tiny penis is caged. It will push to free itself from its captivity… Squirming helplessly… Frustrating you. It will fail every time. But as time goes on you will get used to it, and eventually, with training, come to like what it represents.

“And yes, you will worry what others might say if they find out you’re sissy in chastity. Know this: All that matters is what I think. How you please ME. That will be the measure of your success… of your happiness. You live to serve me.”

“Yes, Mistress Narcissa. I live… to serve you.”

“Good girl,” she said and kissed him on the cheek. “Good pet. There is no escape, sissy. You, like Barclay, and like many others before you, and I imagine many more after, are and will be, forever MINE.”

“I am yours, Mistress,” Daniel said through a half-sob.

“Excellent,” she said with pleasure. “I am glad you have accepted the undeniable truth. Now don’t cry, you’ll ruin your makeup.”

She circled Daniel again, clicking her heels with a purpose. The sissy brushed a tear from his cheek.

“Listen, my pet: You will have assignments over your Winter Break. Tasks for you to complete. If you do a good job I will unlock you upon your return. If not, well, you will remain in chastity until you can prove to me otherwise just how obedient you are. I will not tolerate a sissy who doesn’t know her place!”

“If” I do a good job?

“We will see how well you follow instructions,” Narcissa mused.

This was Barclay’s cue to step forward. He produced a pink USB stick and handed it to Daniel.

“All of the details are on the storage device. You will complete the tasks, load the files, and return it to me when I see you next.”

“And when will that be, Mistress?”

“When I call to collect you. And only then.”

He nodded, understanding her directives.

“One more thing...” she said as she came behind him and placed her hand on his shoulders. “Tell me, sissy… Did you enjoy the taste and feel of that big dick in your virgin mouth?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. You can no longer ever say you are not a cocksucker. From the moment it slid into your hole you became one. And you will be… for eternity. There is no going back. So, I want you to work hard to be the best one you can be for me. Say it!”

“I will work hard to be the best cocksucker I can be.”

“For who?”

“For you, Mistress.”

“Good girl…” she purred. “That pleases me.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Barclay will see you out.”

Barclay took his hand and guided him towards the door. Daniel was trembling. When he was about to cross the threshold back into the hallway Mistress Narcissa called out to him.

“Oh, Daniel... I keep an eye on my property. Always.”

Her voice chilled him and excited all at the same time. 

What have I gotten myself into?