I had asked for control but, I had thought of it as fantasy play leading up to being ‘forced’ to masturbate or otherwise relieve myself sexually. With the chastity belt and her controlling every waking moment that wasn’t possible. I spent hours in that corner when I wasn’t serving as her footstool or other item of furniture.
I had been in the corner for most of the morning when she came in and said, “Table!”
I dropped down to my hands and knees and scurried to in front of the couch where she sat down and promptly rested her legs on my back.
“Today we will be breaking another of those precious hard limits, Pig,” she laughed.
I shuddered to think what it would be this time. On the second day I found that I was required to lick her clean after her morning dump. I had specifically listed s
