pretty much ever since we met, J has been threatening me with a chastity device. when she told me she was considering putting one on me last weekend, and leaving it on me until next weekend, i figured it was time to stop dithering and tell her just how i felt about the whole thing.

i really don't want to wear a device, and not for what you may think is the obvious reason. it's not the chastity that bothers me, it's the device. they're ugly. they make an unsightly bulge under a dress. and they're just so ... male. how's a girl s'posed to feel feminine with something like that between her legs? it would be different if i could wear something as pretty as this ...



... but no, the device in question looks more like this ...



... yuck!

but the surrender, the giving up of control over one's own body, the sense of being owned, that is something that i crave.

and so we agreed. J will not make me wear a device, but my orgasms now belong to her. i will experience them when she says so, and only when she says so. i will not cheat, and i will not lie. i will resist temptation, and should i fail i will not attempt to deny the failure, i will confess it and accept punishment.

already i feel more alive, sensations are more intense, the merest touch of J's hand anywhere on my body makes me quiver.