A Chaste Slave To My Ex Ch 07

Hello, everyone!

I plan to write a complete story that will unfold gradually through snapshots of everyday life in a Female Lead relationship under a strict chastity regime.

Please be understanding, as English is not my native language.

Any feedback, suggestions, ideas, comments, remarks, or constructive criticism is appreciated. Every character in this story is an adult.

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Anthea after the relaxing massage and her orgasm lounges on the porch, wearing her mini satin pink negligee, glancing at the warm night sky as I bring her a cold beer, which she accepts with a silent nod, sipping with satisfaction. Shortly after, the pizza arrives, and I quickly bring it to her, arranging everything neatly. The aroma of pizza fills the air as I prepare to serve her, she accepts the plate with a faint smile, picking up a slice and biting into it while I am standing still in front of her, my hands clasped on my apron.

"Hmm, this is good. Want a piece, boy?" she says as swallow the pizza

I bow my head, replying softly, "Thank you, Lady. I would prefer just the crust from your slices... if you don't mind."

She raises an eyebrow, pausing mid-chew to look at me with mild amusement.

"The crust? You have such peculiar tastes, boy. A whole piece is too good for you, then? You'd rather eat the scraps I leave behind?"

I nod respectfully. "Yes, Lady. That would make me happier."

She laughs, shaking her head as she takes another sip of her beer.

"You've got such twisted fetishes. Not that I get it, It's honestly a bit...unorthodox, boy. Not exactly proper behavior, is it?"

I bow my head, "Yes, Lady. I understand, but it brings me pleasure."

Anthea chuckles lightly "Pleasure, hmm? All right, if it's so important to you amd that's what you want..." she sets down a slice after eating most of it and rolls her eyes with mild amusement and a tinge of disdain. "...then go ahead. But only after I'm done. Be patient."

She continues eating and chatting casually, savoring each bite, while leaving me only the leftover crusts at her plate, she is drinking her beer as she keeps me waiting, adding to the anticipation. Her phone rings, and she glances at the screen, seeing it's Nikki, her close friend, with whom she shares a relaxed, carefree dynamic.

She answers the call, smiling "Nikki! Hey, babe. How are you?"

Nikki answers but I cannot hear what she says.

Anthea speaks, "Yeah right, I am on the final preparation for my leaving.... Yes dearest on Friday, yes... ah next Saturday I am flying to Balearic islands.... Will I see you tomorrow?... Oh really? What's up?"

Nikki's voice comes faintly from the other side, and Anthi laughs, nodding at her friend's updates. They continue chatting, catching up on small details, laughs, and friendly exchanges.

"Oh, you need a car? Why don't you take Richard's? Yeah no problem at all sweetie! He doesn't even need it. He walks to work, and I have him all scheduled up when he's off." Anthea is glancing at me, her lips curling in a playful smirk "He doesn't really have time for joyrides or trips to the sea these days. He's got, well, 'responsibilities.' You understand."

Nikki obviously says her thanks to Anthea who smiles and says.

"So you're welcome and don't hesitate to keep it for the next couple of weeks if you need to. He's all booked up here." Then she listens to Nikki's answer and chuckles. "Of course you can borrow him for any task Nikki. Really, he's been a good helper, not that he has much of a choice."

They continue chatting about their lives, Nikki updating Anthea on her recent adventures, and they share a few laughs. Eventually, she ends the call, setting her phone down and resuming her beer. I lift my finger and she nods me her permission to speak.

I speak up softly, "Lady, I just wanted to let you know that I have my days off starting the Monday after next week..."

She raises an eyebrow, giving me an almost challenging look.

"And what, exactly, are you trying to tell me, boy? Wanting to slip away for a bit? Maybe enjoy a bit of freedom?" She takes a bite of her pizza. "Are you eager to spend time outside in the sun, or maybe splash around at the beach? Is that what you'd prefer, rather than focusing on your training here?"

I take a deep breath and look down, then reply, "No, Lady. My commitment to you is more important than anything else. I'd rather devote my time and energy to being the best servant for you."

"Hmm, well, I suppose that's a better attitude. You will have more time for training, then. Don't worry, I'll make sure we use your time well. I'll have a new schedule prepared, no distractions, just good hard work and some additional responsibilities."

She takes a final bite of pizza and finishes her beer, gazing out over the night air,

Now, clean this up and fetch me another beer."

"Yes Lady at once!" I clean the table, and fetch her another beer, I fill her glass. She sips her beer and I light her cigarette.

"Ok boy, time for your dinner, these crusts are waiting for you..."

"Thank you very much for your kindness Lady." I say as I take her plate with the crust of the pizza and on my knees I begin eating in euphoria.

Anthea is seated comfortably on the porch, sipping her beer slowly, her legs crossed. A cigarette smolders between her fingers as she taps its ash into a tray. You, skivvy, kneel beside her, chewing on the last bite of the pizza crust she left on her plate. The taste of her leftover lingers in my mouth, a humbling reminder of my place. The soft clink of the chastity device is a constant pressure that keeps my mind focused.

"Boy, do you consider it a sacrifice, staying here during your holidays, while others are out enjoying themselves? Clubs, the sea, adventures... yet here you are, you will stay inside, working, being trained. How do you feel about this?"

Her voice is soft, almost musing, as if the question is more rhetorical than requiring an answer. But I know she expects one honest answer above all.

I look up at her, bowing my head immediately afterward, remembering my place.

"Lady, no sacrifice can ever be too great if it means serving you and earning your trust. The sea, the clubs, the adventures, they are fleeting. But the chance to be molded by your hand, to improve myself under your guidance, is something far deeper. I know others may see it as giving up freedom, but I feel I'm gaining something much more valuable: a purpose."

Anthea takes a drag of her cigarette: She exhales slowly, her gaze never leaving me.

"You must understand, boy, this training isn't just for fun. Yes, it may be intense, but it's the only way for me to know whether you're serious. Whether this lifestyle is truly what you want, or just a whim to satisfy your urges and those strange little fetishes of yours."

She stops, as if weighing her words and sips beer.

"I need to know, be completely sure, that this is not a phase. I need to know that I can depend on you, now and for many, many years. I need to be reassured that I can plan for my future knowing you'll be there to serve and support me in my daily life, in my career, in the reaching of my goals. You will service me, your strength: financially, mentally, and physically.

"Lady, I am vowed to this. I am vowed to you. I realize that this is not a dream that passes. Were I only to indulge fancy, I wouldn't be here-on my knees at your feet, stumbling humbly in your presence. I am prepared to commit myself wholly, to serve you in all the ways you need and more. I wish to be she whom you can depend upon, Lady, always. This is the path I've chosen."

She looks content with my response.

"Good. You speak like a man who knows his place. But words are cheap, boy." She places her beer before her and leans forward a bit. "If you mean what you say, it is in action that you prove it. The next two weeks, a test will be put out for you. You'll stay inside this house while I'm away, working hard, completing your training."

She sucks again on her cigarette, then lets the smoke out in a slow fashion.

"If and only if you pass this test-if you can show me through your dedication and discipline that this is who you truly are-we will go deeper. Deeper in our personal relationship."

She says this with a soft, gentle smile, her voice almost caressing. "And with that, you'll find your own rewards. releases, erections, more time by my side. But let me make one thing very clear, none of that is going to be given to you. You're going to have to earn it."

Her promises excite me. "Lady, these two weeks inside, working hard will be nothing to the honor of serving you more intimately. Whatever it takes, I will make it worth your while. Your trust, it means everything to me.."

Anthea leans back, her eyes on me as she measures my sincerity.

"Is it worth it, boy? To relinquish the sun, the sea, all the light-hearted delights of summer. simply to gain the hope of my regard? Two weeks of diligent service, while I am away, on my vacation? Tell me, boy-are you quite sure that you will not weaken? Not one look out of the window? Not one fantasy of escape?"

I bend further but my tone is confident.

"My Lady, there's nothing I want so much as to be your servant, in mind, body, and soul. The outside world holds no appeal for me if it's gonna take me away from the route that you are heading. I am gonna prove my worth, and I will not waver."

Anthea nods, taking another sip of beer.

"We shall see, boy. Two weeks. No mistakes. And perhaps, upon my return, we'll see if you've earned a place closer to me."

She's gotten more relaxed, savoring the last sip of her beer. A hint of a smirk plays upon her lips.

"Tell me, boy, do you want to have sex with me?"*

The question hangs in the air, thick and shocking. I look up at him wide-eyed, at a loss for words. Taking the Lady's sexual life feels too great, too unreachable. My heart beats hard in my chest, and my voice catches a stutter, no more than a whisper.

"L-Lady... I-I'm not... not worthy to... to penetrate a living Deity such as yourself. I don't deserve such an honor..."

My voice catches, and I hang my head low, so ashamed by the mere fact that I had hoped she'd accept such intimacy.

Anthea bursts out laughing.

"Oh, silly boy! Did you really think I'd offer you that? Your chance to fuck me flew away long ago!"

She glances at me, leaning slightly forward, her eyes dancing with humor. "I'm not going to have sex with my slave-at least, not in the traditional way you're imagining."

A look of perplexity washes over me, linked with curiosity. "Lady. what do you mean by 'not in the traditional way'? I don't understand."

Her smirk widens, and she makes a point of taking a languid drag from her cigarette, her eyes never leaving mine. She leans back in her chair, apparently feeling quite pleased with my confusion.

"Well, boy, it's Wednesday, isn't it? Hump Day. And that got me thinking about that little letter you sent me some time ago. You recall, don't you? You wanted to hump my leg."

She stops, waiting for the dramatic effect, her smile teasing. "You've been a good boy lately, so I may just consider allowing it tonight."

My heart skips a beat. Having this privilege bestowed upon me-that I can actually hump her leg-becomes the most thrilling thing in the world right now. I shift uncomfortably; my trembling voice is impossible to hide.

"Lady, please. I implore you, allow me this honor. It would mean the world to me. I long to be deserving of your favor, even in this one thing, if nothing else."

I bow lower yet, my face near the floor and my eyes fixed on her toes in a posture of absolute subservience. Every atom in my body is channeled into the wish that she might permit this.

"Relax, boy. No need to kowtow just yet."

She holds the cigarette out to tap it in the ashtray and takes her time doing so. "Understand this isn't some act of indulgence, humping my leg in your chastity device, it isn't just about fulfilling one fantasy or another, it's an act of intimacy, of deep connection between us. It is a privilege I am giving you because I wish to reward your recent behavior.

She crosses her leg, the motion deliberate, drawing my attention to her leg, slim, elegant, and impossibly close.

"You will do this while in your chastity device. You will focus on my leg, on my body, and on the fact that I'm allowing this. You won't climax, you won't get relief, but you will feel a deeper closeness with me. Do you understand?"

The weight of her words falls over me. I will be subjugated in a whole new way-one reaching inside me, past bone and tissue to the very psyche. And I nod eagerly.

"Yes, Lady. I understand completely. It is about serving you, feeling close to you in the way you allow. I'll focus on you-on your leg-and be grateful to have that opportunity."

"Good. From now on, humping is going to be our 'traditional' session. That much I will make clear, and it will not always be my leg."

She takes another drag, letting the smoke curl around her lips. "You'll earn this privilege every week if you continue to behave well, but it may be my foot, my shoe, or even something else. But never my body in the way you used to fantasize. Those days are over."

I stroke it with a mixture of gratitude and humility-my excitement tempered by the weight of her words.

"Thank you, Lady. I will work hard to earn this privilege every week, no matter what part of you I'm allowed to serve."

"That's my boy!" she says gaily.

Then my voice stammers in a crazy hope against hope.

"Lady, do you believe there is a chance I even cum in my cage because of humping your leg?

Anthea's eyes flicker with mild amusement, and she studies me for a moment. A soft sigh escapes her lips; a faint indulgent smile crosses them.

"Boy, there isn't a slight chance you could finish in that cage, not from anything as pathetic as humping my leg. You are locked, and the lock means my control over you is absolute. Any 'release' you are hoping for is out of the question."

She catches the slight slump in my shoulders, the hound-dog look in my eyes, and her voice softens to an almost conspiratorial tone.

"But, there are happening wonders, aren't there?" She smiles, "Who knows? Maybe a bit of contact with my leg might be... enough, for someone as pent-up as you." Her voice is dripping with skepticism. "Maybe if you want it so much and you are focused and horny this can happen. Have faith!"

A quiet smile curves her lips, though her expression remains unreadable.

'He really thinks, even now, that humping my leg might lead somewhere and that's what makes it so delightful.'

She crosses her arms, tilting her head, as he lights a cigarette. 'He's trapped, isn't he? The cage has done its work, keeping him so perfectly needy. It's brought him to a point where even this, this silly, comical humping, is his only hope of release. He's reduced to something that's almost... adorable.'

Anthea's musings go deeper, savoring just how wrapped up I am in this game of control. 'But really, even this won't bring him one inch closer to climax. Not that he'd know that, of course. I made sure he's long past the point of reaching any relief, no matter what he tries.' She pauses, letting the silent power of this knowledge settle into her mind.

'And allowing him for one second to think that that might happen?' Her lips curve in a nearly imperceptible smile. 'Feeding his hope just enough to keep him spinning, bound to a need he'll never fulfill unless I say so. It's my words now, not his actions, that keep his longing fueled.'.

Anthea stubs her cigarette in the ashtray, then gets up and motions for me to follow her inside. She's lounging easily on the couch now, her right leg over her left; the negligee is bunched high on her thigh, exposing a portion of her emerald panties. I am standing attentively a few meters away from her. She gives me a sweet smile.

"Alright boy, take off your apron and leave your chastity on. Crawl to me. Tonight you shall get something to remember for the next few weeks that I am going on vacation. Let me make one thing clear, though: it is a privilege, not your right. And you are to be perfectly obedient when you do it."

She leans back in the couch, her right foot dangling in the air before me as if already awaiting my action. It is so tense in the room, and I am hardly holding myself from jumping with anticipation. I bend down to crawl to her.

As I lean closer, my mind is consumed completely by her leg, the slender line of it, the way her skin appears in the low light. I know this is as close as I ever have gotten to her body in this manner. And it feels more sacred than any sexual act I had once imagined. I am ready now to show my devotion to her humbly, offering myself for this moment of intimate servitude.

"It would be funny if it weren't tragic that I have never seen you so aroused, even in your cage and so very excited to have sex with me when we were a couple." She says the bitterness practically dripping from her voice.

I stand literally shaking with anticipation in knowing that these next few moments will be the closest I will come to intimate contact with her.

"You'll have three minutes, boy. Three minutes to hump my leg and show me how grateful you are for this privilege."

She leans back slightly, her eyes watching me with amusement. *"Now, come over here and put your balls on top of my right foot."

As I carefully lay my balls on top of her foot, her cool skin is a nice contrast to the heat rising from my body. Anthea is giggling. In a teasing tone of voice, she said, "Good luck, slave. You may begin humping."

I start caressing my balls against her foot, the sensation overwhelming as I try focusing on the privilege she's giving me. The chastity device presses painfully against my swollen penis.

She laughs light, "You're getting closer to sex with me than you ever will. This is as intimate as it gets."

I move, grind my hips, rubbing my chastity cage against her leg. Every move is driven by the very desperation of release. The feel of her smooth skin against me screws my mind with pleasure, yet the chastity device on me infuriates me beyond all limits.

Anthea smiles and uncrosses her feet. "Now, move to my left shin."

Her voice is soft but commanding, and I immediately obey, rubbing my locked penis against her leg with fervor. Every motion is an act of worship as I moan, unable to contain the rising pressure inside me.

She catches herself in a laugh, "Look at you. You remind me so much of a dog humping a leg."

Her head tilts to the side, her expression morphing into playful love. "Faster now, boy. Harder. If you want any chance at release, you'd better make it worth my while."

I hump her leg desperately, my cage and balls pressed faster onto her leg. Each grind is more excruciatingly intense than the previous one; my breath comes in ragged gasps while the pressure inside me builds up. It's painfully constrictive-the device-but I am beyond stopping. She encourages me onto faster, harder grinds, hoping for the impossible.

Anthea's voice dribbles in, teasing.

"Do you like humping my leg, boy? Is this what you've always wanted?"

"Yes, Lady... I love it... I love humping your leg. Thank you, Lady..."

My voice is desperate strained with the need for release. My body quakes with tension, a silent plea that I might be given just a little more time.

"Well, boy, all good things come to an end."

Her voice is teasing and lilts now that she inaugurates the final countdown. "Ten... nine... eight."

I am desperate inside, and with a cracking voice, I beg her for all I am worth.

"Lady, please... just a little longer... I'm so close... please, I beg you..."

My body is trembling; the pressure is building up in me. Her leaning leg against my locked penis is driving me crazy, and I am about to lose my self-control.