A Chaste Slave To My Ex Ch 01

Hello everyone! I will try to write a complete story that will develop slowly and with snapshots of everyday life in such a relationship.

It is highly recommended that you read the story titled "I Became A Chaste Slave To My Ex" first to understand the dynamics of the relationship between the main characters.

Later in the story there will be other characters with important roles in the structure of the story.

English is not my native language, so please be lenient with me and I will be grateful if you point out serious mistakes and inappropriate words.

Any feedback, suggestions, ideas, comments, remarks and constructive criticism are welcome. All characters in this story are adults.

Thank you in advance!

I kneel on the floor before Anthea, who sits crossed-legged on the couch as she elaborately details my new life as her slave. Her eyes are unreadable, unyielding but unruffled, and carry an expression that no misunderstanding is tolerated as she speaks.

"Boy, we are going to make some changes. It's been over a month since we started our new relationship and now that you're in your chastity device it's time to set some new rules and your schedule. Pay attention!"

"Yes, Lady Anthea, I am listening to you."

" Great! From now on, your life is going to revolve around my needs and my desires. Every minute of your day from this point forward is going to be accounted for, and I'm going to make sure you use your time appropriately. "

Nodding, my eyes low, I listened intently as she spoke further.

Your daily schedule: You shall wake up sharply at 6 am. I don't care whether it is a working day or weekend; you are supposed to wake up at this time of the day, every day unless I see fit for an exception. After breakfast, you shall have plain oatmeal in water, no sugar or milk. You shall do 30 minutes of exercises after breakfast, and I want you to push yourself.

"Yes, Lady. I do."

Anthea nods approvingly. "Great, you will be walking to work every day, taking the route I have set for you through the app I have put on your phone. The app will monitor your movements, and if you go off route, it will send notifications to me. I really do not need to spell out what happens if you try to disobey." She smirks as I shiver.

"I shall not stray, Lady."

"You had better not. I mean it-just step this route, no deviation. No detours, no extra stops for anything unless I have given the permission before. If I find one little blip, there will be consequences."

"Yes, Lady Anthea. I'll follow your instructions exactly."

She gives me a sweet smile. "That's my good boy! When you finish work, you'll come home using the same method. No exceptions. Once you are home, you will have an hour to rest. You can use the internet then, but I've installed parental controls. You will only be able to access what I allow."

I look at her, taken aback by the strictness of her internet control and nod in agreement straight away.

"Of course, Lady. I'm grateful for the internet time you are allowing me."

Anthea smiles, "Do not thank me too much. Once you had your break, you will get to work right away. You will clean the house, cook my dinner, and prepare the meals for the next day. If I am here, you will serve me at once and without any hesitation."

She stops, then watches my reaction. I say nothing. I nod, indicating that I understand.

"In the weeks to come, you will assist me with my PhD work. I have lots of books that need typing onto the computer; each day, you will have to put in 2 to 3 hours of typing. And since I need your work to go fast and correctly, that will be your priority work after serving me."

"Yes, Lady. I will do my best."

Anthea leans further forward, her eyes narrowing. "Your best will not be good enough, boy. I expect perfection. Understood?"

"Understood, my Lady. I will perfect it."

Anthea sat back, seemingly satisfied with my response.

"Now, there is corner time. Each night at 10:30 pm, you are to stand in the corner for 15 minutes-motionless, silent, your nose against the wall, hands clasped on your head. This shall be your time to reflect on your day and your service to me. Think about how you can do better, how you can make my life more comfortable, more enjoyable."

"I shall, Lady, thank you."

Anthea smiles wryly. "Following your time-out, you will send me a photo of your journal entries for the day. I want all of your thoughts and feelings throughout the day-all of your accomplishments no matter how insignificance it seems. You will do this precisely at 11 pm. You will then retire to bed immediately. No deviation."

A moment of silence falls, and it would seem that she is going to close the discussion, but then she adds a few more rules:.

"Oh, and one more thing, from now on when I am around you'll ask for permission before eating, drinking, or even using the toilet. I want complete control over your basic needs. You are not to make one single decision for yourself without my approval. Needless to say you will not leave the house except to go to work, running errands for me or when I allow you time outside with me."

I swallow hard, recognizing the completeness of her control.

"Yes, Lady Anthea. I'll play by your rules."

She sneers at me, "You have no choice, boy. This is your life from now on. All yours belongs to me; now I'll mold you into a perfect servant. Don't disappoint me."

I bow deeply, overcome with the weight of what's going on, yet feeling at once such intense satisfaction to be in her deep control.

"I shall not disappoint you, Lady."

Anthea rises to her feet, "Let's hope not. Now go make a coffee as a good boy."

I quickly jump up and head into the kitchen while Anthea relaxes on the couch cross-legged, a broad smile on her face.

I carefully prepared her coffee, then approached her, who sat on the couch, and put the cup in front of her on the coffee table. Anthea's eyes narrow slightly while she focuses on the coffee, then me, after which the shape of her lips takes a smirk. She says mockingly but cold:.

"Is there not a tray, boy? Seriously? By now you should know that anything brought to me is placed on a tray. It is the respect, and valuing of your service to me, that it provides." She theatrically sighs, as if in disappointment. "You have so much to learn yet."

I feel my tummy drop, knowing I've done something wrong.

"My apologies, Lady. I will not forget next time."

She smiles wryly: "Of course not, because next time the consequences will be worse."

Anthea 's eyes scan my body and narrow her gaze. Sharp and sternly.

"Where's your apron?" Her eyes shine with irritation.

"You know very well that it is the symbol of your new place in my life!

I realize my mistake, my heart sinks. I am supposed to wear my apron all the time at home to show my submissiveness. I fall on my knees in front of her and kiss her feet, Anthea is puffing in anger.

"I am sorry Lady, please forgive me. I... I didn't realize that."

She raises her hand and I instantly cease apologizing.

" You were supposed to wear it, boy. How dare you forget something so important?' There's no room for error."

"I... I am sorry Lady."

She lets the weight of her disappointment sink in as she passes sentence.

"You know what? I was going to release you from your chastity device for a brief moment today. But now... no! You are going to stay locked up for one more week. No release. No erection. You can blame your lack of attention."

My stomach clenches and irritation begins to boil inside me, but then I swallow it back down, knowing there's nothing I can do.

"You are always to thank me each and every time I punish you. I invest time and effort in making you the perfect slave for my needs. Never forget that." She says matter-of-factly.

My voice is sounding trembling but humble.

"Thank you very much for punishing me to make a good slave out of me, Lady."

Her smile is broadly and her voice become clinical and nonchalant as she tells me.

"Now I want to see your chastity device and skin, take the inspection pose."

I stand up and take the position of inspection: feet wide apart, hands clasped behind my head, body straight, and head looking straight forward. As Anthea begins, there is a calm empathy in her eyes. She leans slightly forward to inspect the device close. She touches it with a soft touch, gently lifts and examines areas around it, checking if everything is fastened on well and fitted. Then she moves it up and down; her fingers brush my skin lightly to check for irritation.

"Does the device feel too tight or uncomfortable anywhere, boy? Any pinching or pressure becoming unbearably hard?

"The device feels tight, Lady, but no sharp pain. There's some chafing on the underside here, where the ring's chafing against my skin."

She reaches and touches the spot I've indicated, her fingers light but certain. She nods reflectively.

"Any itching or rashes forming around that area? Let me see."

I turn slightly, giving her a better angle to see it. She leans in close, running her finger softly over the skin as if she is searching for abrasions.

"Itch is present, Lady, but the rash is yet to appear."

"Mmm, it is normal in the beginning. Your skin needs some time to adapt to it. We will be keeping an eye on it. If it gets worse, let me know straight away."

Her touch is firm, yet there's warmth to it, reassurance.

She leans a little backward, her eyes upward to mine, in one of those soft yet searching expressions.

"Mentally, how does it make you feel when you're chaste? What is going through your mind when in the chastity device?

"I felt frustrated at first without my freedom. But now... now I am so much calmer. There's something of peace that comes from knowing I am at your mercy."

"And your body? Tell me about any unexpected reactions in your body while being locked in chastity."

She speaks in a soft tone, but also presses toward a revelation, as if seeking to understand every possible subtlety of my experience.

"There definitely is an accumulation of pressure, Lady. Sometimes it is unbearable, yet at the same time, I feel strangely comforted by the stricture. My body protests, but my mind is beginning to accommodate this fact a little more."

Anthea gives me an introspective smile, as if satisfied with the growth of my submission. She rises, approaches, laying her hand on my shoulder.

"I know, boy, it isn't easy on the way, but I'm with you. One step at a time. Your body will learn to adjust in time; your head will slowly grow stronger. You must learn to be patient." Again, the tide of thankfulness overwhelms me. Her words-in tone and pronunciation full of compassion and strength-the relationship of my subjugation seems far safer.

"Thank you, Lady. Thank you for your encouragement and support. I'll try to remain patient to serve you better, then."

She glances back to my groin as if thinking about it a moment later. Her calm voice assumes the commanding quality it has held thus far.

"Now, in order to avoid further irritation and keeping things clean, I have decided you must shave your genitals. It will cut down on all that friction and itching."

I dislike the idea, open my mouth to protest. A flash thought crosses my mind about my status, so I meekly answer, "Yes, Lady. I will do it immediately. Thank you for taking care of me."

"Great. Remember, your submission is not about obedience, per se; it is about trust-you trusting me to take you through this. You may go and shave now, and later on, I expect to see the result of that."

With one last, approving nod, she dismisses me, sending me off with a mix of vulnerability and being cared for.

I shave my genitals, as instructed, and return to Anthea. She's lying back on the couch, legs crossed, sipping coffee, waiting for my return. I stand before her in the inspection pose, trying to remain composed, despite the vulnerable disposition of your freshly shaved state.

Her eyes drop to my now smooth, exposed groin and the wicked smile curls up her lips. She bursts into laughter then, covering her mouth, trying-but failing-to stifle her amusement. She giggles.

"Oh my God, boy! You are looking so. smooth and bare! Like some little naked mole rat down there, LOL!

The oncoming of embarrassment flushes my cheeks at being so exposed and humiliated. I manage to hold position and await her words further.

"I... I followed your instructions, Lady. I shaved as you asked."

She waves a hand in my direction, trying to appear serious but still laughing quietly.

"I know, I know. It's just... I didn't expect it to look quite like this. Ha-ha! I think your manhood just lost its last bit of dignity, wouldn't you agree?"

She leans in, and her cool fingertips just graze my newly shaved skin; their contrast to its smoothness sends a small shiver down my spine. It is a purposeful touch, yet full of mockery, tracing the newly shaved area with exaggerated attention.

"Hmm, not a hair left... so shiny! It looks like something out of a child's doll collection. No more manly hair for you, boy. Just a bare, helpless little thing trapped in chastity." Anthea looks up at me with a gleam in her eye, savoring every moment of my discomfiture.

"And tell me, how does it feel to have your 'manhood' reduced to this state? Stripped of hair, stripped of freedom. I bet you feel SO powerful now, right?"

"It feels... exposed, Lady. But I know it's part of your control. I feel more helpless like this."

She erupts into loud guffaws. "Helpless is precisely what you look like. But do not worry, boy. You do not need to look powerful, do you? That is no longer your job, hi-hi!"

She steps back, her grin still plastered at the sight of my hairless groin. She strikes a pose, tapping her chin as if in deep contemplation.

"You know, I think we'll need to keep you this smooth. No more hair for you down there. It suits your new status much better. How about we make this a regular routine? I want you to shave every week. Every Sunday, right after your bath. I expect you to present yourself for inspection after each shave."

"Yes, Lady. I'll shave every Sunday, as you command."

She nods in approval, though her grin stays wide with amusement.

"Good boy. Now, every time you shave, I want it smooth--baby smooth. No stubble, no excuses. I want to see that same helpless, pathetic look every time. And maybe next time, I'll be ready to laugh less... though I doubt that, hi-hi!"

She laughs again, the tint of her merriment at my new state unmistakable. I lower my head in acceptance, feeling with every humiliating remark her domination over me more strongly.

"Now, go put on your apron at once and come back to serve me.'' She says spontaneously.

I run as fast as my legs could carry me, donning the apron and cursing myself for the mistake of a moment before, which had cost me so dearly. I returned to Anthea, awaiting her next command.

"Do you see? It wasn't that hard was it? After all, you are looking so cute with the apron on. Remember boy - your disappointment is just a reminder of how far you have to go. One day you'll be thanking me for every moment of it."

I bow my head.

"Thank you, Lady, for your wisdom and for my punishment. I'm grateful for your guidance."

She chuckles low and husky; she's obviously quite charmed with my submissiveness.

"Hi-hi, nice. Now let's see if you can be a better servant for the rest of the day.

And since you are now my servant..."

She bursts into a playful yet sharp laugh. "I want to see you acting like one. We will have to introduce a little ritual when you serve me. From now on, before and after serving me, you will curtsy to me as would a maid. It is the least you can do to show your submission. Do not just stand there, looking confused-I'll show you how."

Anthea gets up from the sofa, struts across to me with grace; her smile begins to beam. She curtsies, neat and quick movements. Places one leg slightly behind the other, sinks her knees tenderly, and intricately lifts up an imaginary apron as if she were a maid.

She is smiling, "Now you, I want you to curtsey just like that, but when you lift your apron, I expect to see your chastity cage and the nice shaved baby balls of yours. No need to be shy about that, stretch the apron up so it's fully visible, this is your real outfit, after all ha-ha."

I try to mimic her movements, and my heartbeat is racing. My legs shuffle awkwardly, and as I lift the apron, it's heavy and clumsy, anything but cute. Anthea bursts into a fit of laughter.

"Hi-hi, oh, that was so bad! More embarrassed are you?"

She comes closer, circling me like a predator. "Again. But this time do it right or I'll extend your denial. Now, correct your posture!"

I reposition myself with enthusiasm, lifting one leg back behind the other, hinging my knees down a little better and tugging my apron up higher to expose my chastity cage.

Anthea claps softly, showing an amuse-smile.

"Well... a whole lot higher. But it's not best yet but. Do it again."

I curtsey again this time more fluidly and she nods in agreement and then rolls on her cigarette, voice playful but cool.

" Now let me add a new rule, boy. If I hold the cigarette in my mouth, you'll have exactly 5 seconds to light it. If you're very slow..."

She leans back; her smile is hardly dark. "Well, you know what the results will be."

I raise an eyebrow slightly, but nod to obey and keep cool.

"Yes Lady, I understand."

Anthea slowly brings the cigarette to her mouth. As she holds it between her lips, I dash for the lighter on the table. My hand shook for one moment; however, I manage to override it as she inhales, exhaling part of smoke.

She gazes at me teasingly.

"Four seconds... you did it, boy. I almost thought you wouldn't.''

She takes a mouthful of coffee and then places the ashes in the ashtray, her eyes still fixed on me. "Now I'll drink my cappuccino while you're performing your curtsey. I expect perfection and you cannot stop until I tell you."

I suddenly make a start to curtsey once more, attempting my best to mimic her in-front pass. Everything I do is met by her disapproval. She sips her coffee with an amused look on her face.

"You can do better. Pick up the apron. Expand it. Show me that you do it from the bottom of your heart."

She laughs, blowing smoke. "Alright, but head down. A good slave's status is not on par with that of a Mistress. Much better; continue, practice makes perfect!"

I continue on, curtseying time and again, knees buckling under the labor.

"Hmm-hmm, not bad, but still too rigid. Slow it down. The way of the maid is all about flow."

She sips some coffee. "Do you really think I'm going to let you out of the cage if you're so clumsy?"

I curtsey again, well-attending. My face goes red in frustration, but I nod obediently and keep on curtseying.

Anthea smiles down at me; well-amused.

"You make progress but you are still some distance from perfect. And remember, my boy." She leans towards me then, her voice low and patronizing.

"You will try this each time you serve me from now on. So you better study fast. Otherwise."

She takes another sip without a doubt savoring my humiliation. I bow my head and curtsey once more.

"Indeed, Lady. I'll best it for you.''

Anthea says mockingly, with a wave of her hand.

"Fine. Now keep bowing until I finish my coffee. And do not slow down, or I will add more days to your chastity. I'm watching you."

With every curtsey, I feel her eyes on me, her gaze critical and amused at the same time, as she occasionally sips her coffee or takes a puff from her cigarette. Every move, every mistake is met with her playful comments and veiled mockery, but I press on - knowing this is just another lesson in submission. I bow my head and curtsey again.