chasteandimpure:A Cautionary TaleIt had started as a game. Just a few pictures in borrowed lingerie.
chasteandimpure:A Cautionary TaleIt had started as a game. Just a few pictures in borrowed lingerie. Nothing too revealing. Then, when the positive feedback came rolling in it had been a rush. The more pictures the more nice comments. In his eagerness one picture he posted, who knows where, slipped though with a GPS tag left on.Oblivious to the ticking time bomb he carried on, more and more feminine pictures, more followers, more excitement. Then came the time it started to get serious. A good kind of serious. Sexy with a little edge. The guy online that always said the things that made him feel like there were butterflies in his tummy. He loved taking pictures just for that anonymous stranger. He became she for him. He wanted to see her in chastity, with a little plastic lock. She found it exciting, as if he owned her.They played for a few days at first, then a few weeks. She was in control but loved the illusion that he was. Then one day when she desperately needed permission to remove the cage, not being able to take one more day of pent up arousal he refused to agree. She explained that she had to anyway and he dropped the bomb shell. He sent her a picture. A map with a marker pointing to her house. Then another. A street level photo of her front door. She had lost control.The next day she meekly slipped the new lock that had arrived via the post onto her chastity device. She knew she shouldn’t, she knew she should report him and close down her account, but by now she was addicted to the feeling of being owned. She convinced herself nothing had changed, but everything had.-Photo by kind permission of @sissyliv -- source link
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