“Well someone's glad to see me” Ma’am exclaimed as she was swept up in an embrace of pure joy. “I've got to be honest I've missed you too my good little girl” she said as she held Violet tightly.
She felt her pet stiffen for a heartbeat in embarrassed acceptance, her words a gentle reminder of their positions in the pecking order.
“Yes Ma’am, the house has been a lonely place without you there, I'm so glad you're back! It's always great speaking to you and seeing you on video calls but it's just not the same as being with you”
Violet calmed herself as she basked in the warmth of having her owner home.
“Everything is prepared Ma’am, there's champagne on ice and sugar dusted strawberries waiting to help you unwind”
Violet opened the passenger door and ushered his mistress within. No matter how much he tried he couldn't get the silly grin off his face.
The thought of chilled champagne, strawberries and a hot bath was just what the doctor ordered to help Ma’am relax.
“Thank you Violet, it appears that someone's keen to earn some brownie points” she laughed as she patted the locked clit as Violet took her place beside her in the drivers seat.
Oh she had so many ways she was planning on unwinding and getting back to Violets training. So many ideas and thoughts had invaded her dreams lately, some so perverted and nasty she almost blushed. Each morning she would awake soaking wet with arousal, her fingers quickly bringing her to an orgasm that didn't fully satisfy her. Nothing other than Violets suffering would bring her the satisfaction she craved.
As they sped through the rush hour traffic the storm had finally opened up and the deluge of rain hammered down with typical spring ferocity. Luckily it didn't last long and soon give way to a calmer more composed light drizzle. With the rain easing off and the traffic thinning out they made good progress. The journey from the airport to Ma’am’s estate would take nearly an hour and gave them plenty of time to catch up on daily events. Ma’am gave Violet a rundown of her past week and then Violet did the same. Both were grateful to fall back into their usual routine. It felt reassuring like putting on an old pair of slippers. They may have been apart for a week but the comfortable mundane chat was exactly what they both needed.
As they drove along Ma’am placed a hand on Violets thigh, it was innocent enough and even though it never moved higher Violet instantly found her locked clit responding with little tremors of hoped for release. Every now and then when she thought her mistress wasn't looking Violet would glance in her direction, the very sight of her was intoxicating and inflamed her need. Ma’am was wearing her favourite Chanel perfume, it was a quintessential part of her presence and it combined perfectly with her soft feminine aroma. The familiar fragrance caused Violet to shiver with need whilst wrapping her in a blanket of comfort.
The rest of the journey home was uneventful, Ma’am had fallen asleep with her hand still resting on Violets thigh. During the drive Violets mind kept mulling over some of the things Ma’am had mentioned on video chat that would be taking place this weekend. The thoughts caused her small denied cock to stretch in desperation against the unforgiving steel cage. Of course she wasn't allowed to refer to it as a cock anymore, that was a serious punishable offence, neither was referring in anyway to a time before her training. Since everything had changed it was now her clit or clitty! She wasn't even allowed to refer to herself as a man anymore, a man she was told would never allow their cock to be caged or give cause for it to be caged.
With the change in Ma’am’s attitude lately Violet was in no doubt that any release, any pleasure at all would come at a cost. Although She may hate or love it the bare simple fact was that she had no choice. The thought both terrified and excited her.
Turning the key in the door and entering the code to disable the alarm Violet moved aside allowing Ma’am to enter first. It felt so good to be back home, quickly she removed her coat and skimmed through the pile of mail on the hallway table. As Ma’am was preoccupied Violet quickly headed to the kitchen to prepare her owners drink, she had already set up the small silver tray, residing in the centre was single cut crystal champagne flute. Popping a lone deep red strawberry into the bottom of the glass she then sprinkled a small dish of strawberries she'd prepared earlier with a light dusting of vanilla sugar. Next came the champagne, a bottle of Krug Clos d'Ambonnay, she carefully broke the seal and eased the cork out with a skill born from familiar practice. Even though she tried to stay focused Violet found erotic thoughts and images ambushing her mind, punishing her and enticing her in a cycle of frustration and longing.
“Violet” came the call from the lounge, how she hated and loved that name, a name now used more and more often. It was another form of control and humiliation, yet at the same time it was hers, a special name used by the woman she adored.
“Yes Ma’am” she replied as she quickly went to see what her mistress wanted. Setting down the silver tray she handed over the champagne and strawberries.
“Mmm it's so good to be home Violet” taking a large plump strawberry she popped it into her mouth and savoured the sweet sugared flesh. Washing it down with a sip of chilled champagne she eased back into the sofa and kicked off her three inch Christian Louboutin
stilettos. “Oh you have no idea how good that feels Violet” her eyes closed and a sigh of relief escaped her soft lips.
“Was there a reason you didn't curtesy” the simply phrased question asked in such an innocent manner still caused Violet to jump.
“Sorry Ma’am, I errr, sorry” she quickly performed a curtesy. It looked oddly out of place with Violet still dressed in her male clothing. Violet was only allowed male clothing whilst running errands away from the estate.
Ma’am raised an eyebrow but didn't press the transgression any further, Violet knew from previous experience that this wouldn't be the end of it.
“You can go fill my bath now Violet, and lay out my towels and dressing gown” Turning to leave Violet gave another quick curtsy and headed upstairs.
Curtsying was one of Violets pet hates, she would often simply just give a quick bend of her legs or purposely avoid doing it all together whenever she could get away with it. Most of the time she was successful as Ma’am didn't usually appear to, or chose not to notice the lack of respect. It was a small rebellious victory but it was hers.
Soon the bath was ready, filled with hot scented foam and illuminated by an array of dancing flames from the strategically placed candles. The sound of rain resumed outside, softly tapping at the window as Violet went to inform her mistress.
Quickly undressing Ma’am eased herself into the hot soothing water, her discarded clothes left strewn on the floor without a care or thought to their disposal. The water was deep and scented with a lavender and camomile bath gel, it was hot enough to elicit a satisfying sigh from Ma’am as she immersed herself in the luxurious bathtub.
With a quick curtsy Violet picked up the discarded clothes and deposited them into the laundry hamper before going to lay out Ma’am’s silk dressing gown, the large fluffy bath towels were already placed on the heated towel holder and were warming nicely.
As Ma'am relaxed in her bath it was Violets task to ensure there was a clean ashtray, Ma’am’s one bad habit was smoking. In fairness it was more of an occasional indulgence than a habit, however Ma’am wasn't opposed to smoking a bit of weed when the mood took her, she often had a joint to melt away her cares after a busy day. An additional benefit to the weed was she also found it stoked the fires of her imagination when it came to using Violet.
Violet completed her tasks and awaited her mistress, by the time Ma'am was exiting the bath she was ready. Lowering her eyes Violet held the warmed bath towel high as Ma'am stepped out of the bath. Violet knew it was wrong but quickly took a peek at Ma'am's breasts as she stepped out of the bath and wrapped herself in the towel. Her clit was throbbing continuously in its cage, the sight of Ma’am’s naked body, flushed pink from the heated water and glistening with a myriad of water droplets increased her ache tenfold.
“Violet you naughty girl, did you just look at my boobs?” The question was so casual and playful she almost didn't reply. After the briefest of pauses she decided it was better to be honest.
“Yes Ma’am, sorry Ma’am” she could feel herself getting flustered at being caught out, damn she needed to be more careful. She was fully expecting a severe telling off or worse.
What she wasn't prepared for was the softer amused tone Ma’am took.
“You are so naughty Violet” Ma’am continued, her voice barely above a whisper as she went on, “you know that boobs are for real men with real cocks, men who can control their cocks and know how to satisfy a women? The question was obviously rhetorical.
“You on the other hand get far too excited, your clitty can't handle them.” As she said this Ma’am reached out and patted the front of Violets jeans. “I know it's difficult Violet but you just have to learn, I know you try hard but it's for your own good”
As Ma'am continued her hand began to gently rub and caress Violets locked clit through the material, without a care to the ache building inside Ma’am continued with her explanation.
“Many women wouldn't consider this to be a cock, it's so small that it's of no use to anyone, even if it was much bit bigger your total lack of control is very off putting.”
“No, I'm afraid that no woman would be sexually attracted to such a pathetically small cock making silly little messes every time they touch it.”
The shame that swept through Violet must have been noticeable as Ma’am half smiled at her pets discomfort.
“You need to understand Violet that without my kindness you would never be unlocked again” At this point Ma’am’s hand had stopped stroking and instead took a much firmer grip.
“So it's quite simple, you either do as you're told or suffer the consequences. You should be on your knees daily thanking me that I don't make your chastity permanent because without my say so your sad little clit would never be touched again.” The emphasis on the word never hung in the air, a threat of permanent chastity with no unlocking caused Violets heart to skip a beat.
“Of course Violet I wouldn't want to see that happen but if necessary a three or six month total lockup might also be on the agenda, it all depends on how well you behave or if you can keep me happy. The words were casual no different in tone or intensity than someone asking the time of day or choosing a chocolate from a selection box, their power however hit Violet a sledgehammer!
Her mind was reeling, Ma’am wouldn't do that would she? The fear of such a sentence was unthinkable but the seriousness of the threat couldn't be ignored. Ma’am had changed of late and Violet was no longer quite as confident of her ability of talk her way out of trouble. Her new approach to Violets control was both frightening and extremely erotic, her clit was going crazy in its cage and She couldn't afford any more fuckups.
“So is there anything you wish to say Violet?”
The words tumbled out of her mouth in a panic “I'm sorry Ma’am it won't happen again, I was wrong to look at your boobs please please forgive me Ma’am. I'll learn I’ll be a good girl just please give me another chance” The humiliation of referring to herself as a girl was bad enough but weighed against the possibility of total or long term chastity it paled into insignificance. Ma’am was right Violet thought, she needed to up her game, the inner slut inside her, the one that craved to be touched and controlled would do whatever it could avoid losing the chance of being unlocked.
“There's my good girl, hopefully it won't come to that” Ma’am left the comment hanging in the air between them, “here's the key you can get unlocked and shave fully whilst I get ready for bed. Once you're done give me a shout and I'll come and wash your clitty for you. Make sure you do a full shave and don't let me down Violet”
Settling into Ma’am’s discarded hot water Violet immediately set about with the razor. Shaving away all signs of pubic or bodily hair. This was a task she hated not only was it highly embarrassing it was tedious. Now with that threat hanging over it took on new importance. There were butterflies in her stomach at the thought of missing a single hair and Ma’am’s words were lodged firmly in her mind.
At last the job was done and although she'd truly done her best Violet was still unsure if she'd meet Ma’am’s standards. Plucking up the courage Violet respectfully called through to her mistress. “Ma’am I'm ready”
Kneeling down next to the bath her mistress picked up the soap and lathered up her hands “ok Violet lift up so I can access you properly”
As Violet raised herself up Ma’am quickly and unceremoniously took hold of Violets clit, oh my god the feeing was intense, a mixture of need, shame and pure lust coursed through her as Ma’am’s hands worked all around her redundant balls and between her legs. Fighting to keep her need under control was a pointless exercise as her clitty responded in its predictable way, growing and standing to attention as Ma’am took hold of it firmly and ran her soapy fingers up and down the shaft. “Oh Violet look at you, can't you show any self control?” There was a touch of amused exasperation in her voice as she took a firmer hold and soaped all around the head.
Almost instantly Violet knew she was in trouble, she didn't have the ability or control to withstand Ma’am’s touch as her breath quickened and an orgasm approached almost instantly. The ache and need to shoot her cum, to feel it spurt and gush from her denied & exposed clitty was intense. Within seconds she knew she wouldn't be able to hold back, hell she didn't want to hold back but again the choice was taking away from her as Ma’am removed her hands and a soft sob escaped through Violets clenched teeth.
“Violet Violet Violet, you weren't about to make a little mess where you?”
Ma’am’s soft mocking voice almost tipped her over the edge as she blushed in shame and nodded her head.
“You really do need to learn some self control young lady, I think it might be time we concentrated on that in your training, you need to learn that you can't just think of yourself and make little messes whenever you want!” A thoughtful expression quickly passed over Ma’am’s face as she idly splashed water over Violets straining clit to rinse away the soap. “Ok Violet it's time to lockup until later, hurry up there's a good girl”
Reaching for the locking ring Violet quickly enclosed it around her swollen balls, pinching it together with one hand as she tried to work the cage over her swollen head with the other. It was a difficult procedure with Ma’am watching impatiently. After a couple of fumbled efforts she managed to get it in place and push the lock through the eyelet whilst looking at Ma’am for her approval. Ma’am continued to look at Violet as she questioned “And?”
The question hung in the air between us, Violet always hated this part but knew what she had to do and knew better than to complain. “Ma’am would you be kind enough to lock my little clit away” inside she was squirming, hoping beyond hope Ma’am would relent and change her mind. That hope was immediately removed as she deftly reached out and clicked the lock shut. “Ok hurry up Violet, finish washing and get ready for bed.
Towelling herself dry the ache in her clitty was driving her insane. She had a feeling of unease, Ma’am’s threats continued to reverberate in her mind and what was the meaning of that look?
As she entered the bedroom Ma’am had laid out Violets nightwear, a short pink nighty, stretchy and restrictive pink satin panties and a pair of pink ankle socks with enormous white frilled edges and pink bows. Of all the garments it was the socks she hated. If anyone ever saw her in the nightie and panties she'd at least be able to pretend she was a crossdresser but the socks, they screamed out sissy and there'd be no explaining those away. The final accompaniment was the frilly little band of pink and white to decorate the steel ring of her cage. Strangely rather than putting her off the control factor again kicked in and she found herself getting excited and throbbing in her little clit cage. It'd been three long months since her last orgasm and her clit was pulsing uncontrollably.
Once Violet was ready Ma’am surprised her by patting the bed next to her, normally she only did that when she wanted access to Violets unlocked clit, this wasn't the normal routine and for a moment she wasn't sure if she was signalling what she thought she was signalling.
“Hurry up Violet let's get you into position we have a long night ahead of us” A disturbing smile played on her lips. “Spread your legs as you've been trained and be a good girl for me” Again a wave of humiliation and urgent need washed over Violet.
Taking up her place next to her mistress she was careful to ensure that her locked and panty encased clit was conveniently within reach before spreading her legs and putting her heels together. This often used position always left her exposed and accessible much to Ma’am’s amusement. As Ma’am made herself comfortable she casually placed her hand on Violets satin panties and ran a finger tormentingly over the outline of the cage. With a final warning to be a good girl she switched on the TV and settled down to watch her show.
Oh my god thought Violet as her desperation distilled into concentrated need, the cage as always restricted her clit to nothing more than a little toy to be ridiculed. Over and over Ma’am ran her fingers along the steel ridges of the cage, occasionally pausing, occasionally rubbing quicker or slower depending on her whims. Sometimes she'd stop altogether with her hand resting directly on the caged clit as if to test Violets ability to remain still, and test it she did! Inside Violet was screaming, sobbing and almost insane with desire, after nearly 20 minutes she was ready to sell my soul just to be allowed to get erect but the warning of three or six months lockup or worse forced her to remain still. By forty minutes she was aching so much that tears of desperation ran freely punctuated with the occasional stifled sob. Just five seconds of freedom was all she needed, five seconds being unlocked and with the slightest of touches she would surely be able to cum. But no, that small mercy wasn't granted and just as she was hoping things didn't get any worse they did.
Turning the TV off and hitting play on her iPod the soft jazz kicked in. Rolling over onto her side Ma’am started to gently nuzzle Violets neck, as she did so she stopped stroking her panties and moved her hand up slowly to Violets chest. The flimsy material of the babydoll nightie offered no protection and she soon found Violets highly sensitive nipples. First one and then the other received light caresses and playful scratches through the material, then her hand worked its way inside where, with the lightest of touches, she used her thumb to circle and lightly flick each nipple in turn. It was almost more than Violet could bear and soft groans now interlaced with her shallow breathing. The nuzzling which was tormenting now became more intense with Ma’am’s soft whispers.
“Tell me Violet how much you want me to put my hand down your pretty little panties, beg me to stroke your pretty little clit through your cage. I want to hear you beg to be used in any way I choose and then, if you convince me how sincere you are, I may even give your little clit a nice slow lick before I fall asleep.”
Violets heart was beating wildly, the urgent need was beyond her control and her clit was losing the battle with the chastity cage. No matter how desperate she became the confining steel cage would never allow her to get free. She had no choice or alternative other than to submit to Ma’am’s directions. Even though Violet knew any further attention to her trapped and raging need would only make it worse she was desperate for more, she needed more and like a bitch on heat would do anything, suffer anything for just a little more stimulation.
“Ma’am, would you please put your hand inside my panties I'm begging you. Please Ma’am I so want to feel you touching my little clit, to have you stroke it inside my pretty girly panties”
For a moment she almost faltered, humiliation piled on top of humiliation and a desire so strong it literally took her breath away, “I’ll be a good girl I promise, I'm begging you please please please touch my little clit and use me in any way you want. I'm so happy to be yours Ma’am, I want to be your little bitch and feel your control always.” Another stifled sob broke free.
In the silence that followed a smile of satisfaction played over Ma’am’s lips.
“Oh Violet, you really are desperate aren't you? I've only been away a week and look at you panting and sobbing. There'll be a cost for being such a slutty little bitch, naughty girls who want their panties pulled down also have to learn pleasure comes at a price.”
The amused mock sympathy in her voice shook Violet, the immediate result was a clit that tingled and pulsed beyond anything it'd ever experienced before.
“Ok Violet I'm probably spoiling you but on this occasion I'm going to be nice to you, it's really naughty of you but as you're still leaning I'll be kind. However, as you've made such a fuss I think tomorrow we need to get you strapped down for a proper discipline session.”
Without further talk Ma’am’s fingers relented their torment of Violets nipples and slid slowly down to her hungry little clit. Inch by inch they travelled lower until once again they rested casually on her caged clit. A few light tormenting strokes and then Violets heart almost stopped as she felt the elasticated waistband being pulled back. At the same time Ma’am had ceased her kissing of Violets neck and brought them to bear on Violets nipples, light little flicks of her hot wet tongue sending lightening bolts of pleasure through Violets body. Broken she sobbed aloud only to be hushed. The hot breath, the soft warm tongue teasing and circling her nipples and now finally a single finger began to brush against the inflamed flesh straining between the bars of her clit cage.
“Ma’am please” the words were torn involuntarily from her, “please I need to cum please Ma’am I can't take anymore!” She knew it was wrong, even before the words tumbled over themselves in their quest to be heard and she knew she'd made a grave mistake.
“Oh Violet, I'm so disappointed” the tone of Ma’am’s voice sounded so let down Violet actually felt guilty, even amidst everything that was going on the feeling of letting her mistress down hit her hard. Ma’am had a disconcerting knack of being able to get inside Violets head and tweak her feelings at will.
The feeling of guilt slowly turned to a feeling of fear as she felt Ma’am’s fingers slide out of her panties, this in turn quickly changed to panic as Ma’am lifted her fingers up to eye level and there like a stain of shame was Violets messy pre-cum coating her fingertips.
“What a naughty little girl you are Violet. Begging to cum, making noises, and so many other naughty mistakes, I think I’ll need to deal with this extremely harshly” as the words hit Violet she felt her encased balls tighten in fear and desperation. Wiping the mess from her fingers across Violets face Ma’am simply shook her head. “Get to sleep Violet, tomorrow evening I promise you that you'll learn what naughty girls suffer and suffer you will!” Turning over Ma’am ignored Violet as her pet got up and pulled the small mattress from beneath the oaken frame of Ma’am’s bed, she then positioned it in the usual place at the foot of her owners bed and settled down to sleep.
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