Bobbi - Sex Stories

Bobbi

... discuss it further, you simply will follow my lead in all matters, your submission unspoken" "Now one last thing Bobbi, I know how sexually excited you are and I know that when you get home one of your first thoughts will be to masturbate but don't. Your decision will come so much easier if you don't release the tension. I know it will be hard so I have something to help. Now stand" After I stood, she left the room for a minute and came back with some ice and some other thing that I was not sure of. She sat back known an applied the ice to my genitals until I was limp again. She took the device and started to fit it to me. "This is a chastity device and It's called a CB6000. It will help you keep from masturbation. I'm not going to lack it on but I am going to use a plastic tag. I will know if you remove it." "If you come here on Friday, I expect it to be still in place. If you decide not to come, you can remove it any time. Now pull on your pants, it's time for you to be on your way." I left without another word being exchanged and walked back to my car and went back to my apartment. Even though it was late afternoon, I needed a nap. I was an emotional wreck and had a terrible case of blue balls. I guess I knew all the way along that the answer was yes but that did not make the next few days any easier. I tried to distract myself by reading story after story on the internet. On the one hand, the stories made me want to masturbate more and more but the CB6000 kept that from ...

... happening. I wanted relief but didn't want to disappoint Ms. Anders. Laying in bed at night my only thought to be kneeling before her again. When I checked my email Friday morning, there was one from Ms. Anders, simple and just a few words. "If you want to move a head, meet me at the Starbucks rather than my condo. 3pm sharp." I was an emotional wreck. I knew that I would be unable to resist meeting her and I knew that she would set the stage for me to beg to be a part of sexual things that had only lived in my fantasies. I knew that in her presence, I would be the worst kind of slut. She would be in control of my sexuality and I would be powerless to say no to any of her requests no matter how shameful, degrading or humiliating they might be. I had said before I knew I was different. Men are strong and in control of their women. They do what they want and get what they want. I, of course was different. I was powerless the refuse the request of a strong woman. Beyond that, it seemed that when it came to sexual things, all I could fantasize about what being taken by a woman in the most shameful ways. "I'm so glad you came" she said as she sat down. I felt my face flush and the bl**d flow to my crotch; I wanted to run but was immobilized. She touched my arm. "You are such a sweet innocent thing. I will so enjoy bringing out that wanton little slut that I know is hidden inside you. It's what you want isn't it Bobbi?" "Yes Ms Anders" was all I could manage to say. She smiled and ...