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