Saturday, October 23, 2010

Chapter 25: The End of My New Discovery

A package arrived in the mail, but I didn’t pay too much attention to it. Miss Samantha inspected the contents and looked up at me with a smile. The next weekend, my mother came to visit and I was soon to find out that package would change my life.


I was glad to see my mother, but when I saw the two women together, the tone seemed a little more serious than in her previous visits.

“Audrey, Miss Samantha told me about the discussion you two had last week.”

“Which one?” I asked coyly.

“The discussion about how you’re messing your panties and having trouble controlling yourself.”

“Mom,” I rolled my eyes, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

It was bad enough talking about it with Miss Samantha, but I really didn’t want to have this conversation with my mom.

“Miss Samantha and I talked, and we tried to find some solutions to your problem. You said you couldn’t control yourself. Would you like it if we helped you with your problem?”

“I don’t know. I guess. I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“What you’re doing is called masturbation. The act you are performing is supposed to be shared with another girl, not hidden way in some dark room by yourself. It’s something special, something you should share with somebody like your wife. It’s not something you should be doing like you are.”

“I’ll stop. I promise. Can we please not talk about this any longer?”

“You said you’re having trouble controlling yourself. In fact, you couldn’t even go one night without breaking your promise. Isn’t that true?”

“I guess.”

“Miss Samantha did some research for you, and she found something to help you out.”

Miss Samantha broke in to explain.

“Do you see this little device?” I looked at a strange object in her hand, “It’s called a chastity tube. I had it custom made for you.”

“What is that? What does that mean?” I was confused and scared looking at it.

“Chastity means you don’t have sex, and what you’re doing is having sex with yourself. We’re not going to have that in this house, so we’re going to give you the help you need.”

“How?”

“Well, pull down your panties and you’ll see.”

I didn’t want to, but with the two most domineering women I knew in the same room, I even complied with their strange request.

“Hold still and pull up your dress for me,” she started fumbling around my private area, “you see this little thing goes over your little thing like this, and this part goes around here…”

I couldn’t really look down, so I didn’t have a good idea what was happening, but before I knew it, Miss Samantha had my cock encased in a plastic tube. My mom finished the job by saying, “And we put this little lock through here, and click, now you won’t be tempted to touch your little thing without our permission.”

I looked down at the contraption, and I was a bit confused. It looked weird.

“Well what do you think?”

“I don’t know. I guess at least I’ll be good like you want.”

“Yes you will. You’ll be a good girl from now on. What do you say to Miss Samantha for helping you?”

“Thank you…for helping me with my problem.”

“That’s a good girl. Now you can pull up your panties and go play.



I didn’t think too much of their actions at first, but later that day I realized what they had done. My new toy was locked away and he wanted to play. I wanted to play too, but there was a barrier between us. I was in excruciating pain, and I was too embarrassed to say anything.

A week went by and I thought I was going to explode. I noticed I was getting a little jittery. Miss Samantha noticed too.

“Now although we want you to control this, I want you to know that it is a natural thing. We are going to release you on a given schedule, but you will be monitored by me, do you understand?”

“Yes Miss Samantha. Thank you.””

“In order to earn your release, you must learn to control yourself. That means no yelling, no demanding, no bad behavior at all or you will lose your privilege for the week.”

“Yes Miss Samantha.”

“For example, if you tell a girl to shut up or I get a bad report from school, you lose your privilege for the week and will have to wait another whole week for your release.”

“Yes Miss Samantha.”

“You’ve been pretty good this week, so we’re going to give you some release.”

My heart filled with anxious anticipation.

“Thank you Miss Samantha.”

“Your mother and I discussed what we thought the best method would be, so I’ll familiarize you with the details. Are you ready to begin?”

“Yes!”

“The first thing I need you to do, is to take off your panties and fold them up over there…Good, the next step is to kneel on the floor before me, and ask me permission to relieve yourself.”

“Miss Samantha, may I have permission to relieve myself?”

“You’ve been a good girl all week, so yes I grant you permission. Now the next step is to put your hands behind your back, so I can tie them with this ribbon.”

“Why Miss Samantha?”

“Your mother and I decided that you should not be able to touch your thing. We don’t want you to get the idea that this is about you, it’s about sharing something with the woman you love.”

“Oh” I put my hands behind my back and let her bind them.

“The next step is The Oath.”

“The Oath?”

“We want you to be mindful of the action you are about to engage in, and we want you to approach it with respect and understanding.”

“Okay.”

This all seemed meaningless to me, but I was willing to do whatever she said to get my satisfaction.

“Repeat after me: I Audrey Manning, dedicate this act to the honor of all women. I love women, and I will treat them with the respect and love they deserve. Women are beautiful and strong. The purpose of my life from this point out will be to find a woman to share this act with, to please her, to love her, to dedicate my life to her. I understand that this is not something simply to satisfy my own selfish desire, but a spiritual act that signifies my strong commitment to a woman, and I will obey her every wish.”

I repeated the words, not really thinking about what they meant.

“I’m going to put this pillow on the ground. On the pillow I will give you a symbol of femininity – a pair of your panties. I’m going to release you now, and I want you to pretend that it is a girl. I want you to be sweet and encouraging to those panties. I want you to kiss them and caress them. I want you to say things like, ‘You are beautiful. I respect you. I want please you.’ Once I’m satisfied that you deserve release, I will say, ‘I grant you permission’ and you can have your satisfaction on them. If you release before I grant you permission, you will be penalized two weeks.”

“You’re going to be in here with me the whole time?”

“If you like, we could just skip the whole thing.”

“No, no, that’s fine.”

She laughed, “That’s what I thought you’d say. Don’t worry, I’m just going to be in this chair reading a magazine. I won’t even look at you.”

She came over and unlocked me. My little cock immediately sprung to life.

“Now start treating those panties like the most special girl in the world.”

I said everything she told me to say, how I respected the panties, how beautiful they were – I even said that I wanted to marry them. I gave them little soft kisses that reminded me of Brittany. I think I even said her name during the passion. My anticipation built up to a tremendous level. I yelled out the words, “Please allow me release. I will do anything for you!”

Amused by my angst, Miss Samantha said the magic words, “I grant you permission” and I released a ton of emotion onto those panties. Emotionally drained and hunched over the pillow, the world seemed to come back into focus. It was like there was a raging freight train roaring through my head before, and now just silence, a hard floor, a pillow, and Miss Samantha looking at me smiling.

I kind of felt stupid laying there on that pillow, so I got up.

“Feel better?”

“Yes,” I said shyly.

“The last part of the ceremony is the clean up. First you thank Femininity for allowing you the desire for your release. Then you clean yourself with this bowl and washcloth. Finally, you clean the panties in the bowl. Now we’ll put your chastity tube on you again,” she locked it into place, “and we’ll see if you can be good all the way until next week.”

1 comment:

  1. The worst thing to ever happen to femininity was for feminists to get a hold of it. It is funny how the same people who claim women are superior and should be dominant call submissiveness a feminine trait.

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