A Chaste Slave To My Ex Ch 09

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.

Thank you, in advance!

On that stifling Wednesday evening, Nikki arrives, breezing into the room with her air of confidence, her skin lightly flushed from the heat. She wears a slim, short black dress just above her knees, clinging to her figure in a way that emphasized her curves, along with a pair of strappy black sandals. She settles onto the couch, crossing her legs slowly and adjusting the hem of her dress with a casual confidence that somehow felt like a show meant solely for her own amusement.

As she looks me over, her gaze held a mix of amusement and challenge. I serve her coffee and water and curtsey, then I kneel and with her nod I plant soft and loud wet kisses on her toes, top and soles while she sips coffee and stifle her laughter.

"Tell me, what day is it today?"

"It's Wednesday, Madam Nikki," I answer.

"Oh, it's Wednesday, the day our poor little slave gets to dream about touching a woman. Well, well, your weekly chance for sex!" Her laughter is rich and cutting, and she doesn't bother to hide her enjoyment. "How pathetic indeed. A weekly... allowance... of sex. Like a toddler with a treat!" she sips coffee and swallows a mouthful of icy water.

"So... tell me, slave, are you excited? Horny?" she asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm, a smirk tugging at her lips.

I nod, unable to meet her eyes completely. "Yes, Madam Nikki, very." I reply, my tone respectful yet eager.

She chuckles softly. "Of course you are. How pathetic!" She leans back against the couch, draping one arm over the backrest in a stance that iw both comfortable and commanding. "And tell me," she drawls, looking you up and down with an appraising eye, "do you find my outfit appropriate for the evening?"

I hesitate, taking in the details of her outfit before responding as honestly as I dare. "Madam Nikki, you look... striking and sexy."

I say confidently though I must admit she carries a few unnecessary kilos.

She lets out a sarcastic sigh, resting her cheek on one hand, looking at me with mock pity.

My face flushed, but there was a part of me that almost look forward to her sarcasm.

Her eyes danced with a spark of mockery. "So, are you ready, slave, for the 'sex marathon'?"

I try to respond confidently, "Yes, Madam Nikki. I am ready!" There is a hopeful anticipation in my voice. "Will I... will I be allowed to hump your leg, Madam Nikki?"

She lets out a dismissive laugh, rolling her eyes."My leg? How desperate can you be?" She pauses, sizing me up as though pondering my worth. "You have very high expectations from the life, slave. Do you think my leg is available for a shameless, sniveling creature like you?" She gives a derisive snort. "You wish, boy."

Seeing my crestfallen expression only fuels her amusement, and she leans forward, a smirk on her face. "Maybe... hmmm," she pretends to think, putting a finger to her lips, "I should help you find a more suitable 'partner' for your little... escapade." Her eyes sparkles with feigned consideration as she scans the room, and her gaze finally landed on the pillow by the armchair. "Aha! Perfect."

She points to the pillow. "There. Your grand, noble partner for the evening, slave. Hump your little pillow like the desperate creature you are. Go, beg it for permission."

Before I proceed she says firmly. "Wait to take a video for Anthea to watch!" Nikki laughing takes a video of me to beg the pillow, and then she shakes her head in mock disgust.

"You're so boring, boy. How is that sad pillow supposed to keep you company when all it ever gets is your whimpering and tears every night?" She puts her finger on her chin thinking of another solution. A smirk crosses her face as she tilts her head.

"Oh, I've got it, slave. You won't even have to worry about a partner that moves. Your date for tonight..." she gestures grandly to the table leg "will be the leg of this dining table. Isn't it cute? Do you like your partner?" she giggles.

"Yes Madam Nikki it is very nice, thank you."

Her laughter echoes the room. "Go on, boy. Kneel and ask your 'date' for permission to hump it."

I swallow hard, glancing between her and the unyielding wooden leg. With a deep breath, I kneel before the table leg, forcing my to obey, as Nikki pulls out her phone, laughing to herself as she prepares to capture every humiliating second.

I lean forward, addressing the table leg in a low tone. "Table leg... may I please have the honor of humping you?"

Nikki burst into laughter, holding her stomach as she doubles over. "Oh my God! This is too good! Imagine needing permission from a table leg. You are a treasure trove of pathetic!" Her fingers flow over her phone, already recording, her laughter echoing around the room.

After a few painful seconds, she gestures to the leg with a mockingly gracious wave. "Go ahead, slave. I'll give you... oh, let's say two minutes. Two whole minutes to show me your best 'humping' skills." Her lips curl into a smirk. "And make it passionate, slave. I want to see you truly yearning for this piece of furniture."

In relief and deep humiliation, I move toward her feet, lowering myself to kiss them in gratitude. "Thank you, Madam Nikki. Thank you for your kindness."

Nikki, straightens up, walking toward the table with an authoritative sway in her step. She positions herself just beside the leg, crossing her arms and looking down at me with a sardonic grin, towering over me in her heels.

"Alright, you sad little thing, start your humping. Let's see that... passion."

She glances at her watch. "I'm counting down the seconds. Don't you dare waste my time."

Taking a deep breath, I begin thrusting against the table leg, the dull pressure of my chastity device an unyielding reminder of my subjugation. Each motion, each touch of the wood against the device feels ridiculous and futile, yet I obey, my breathing growing heavier as the seconds tick by.

Nikki's laughter is merciless, her voice filled with disdain.

"Is that really the best you can do? No doubts why you are still a virgin pervert! Come on, boy, hump faster! Let's see some passion. Are you even enjoying yourself?" She smirks, eyebrows raised mockingly. "I bet that table leg means more to you right now than any woman ever could. Look at you, so desperate to please even a piece of furniture!"

Her laughter fills the room, and her phone stays trained on me, recording every second of my humiliating movements. She bent down to get closer, her voice a sneering whisper that only adds to my humiliation.

"I hope you're moaning, slave. Oh, yes, I want Anthea to hear your pitiful groans for this... 'date'."

Obeying, I let out quiet, defeated moans, humping faster, as she taunts.

"Oh, I can barely contain myself watching this!" She laughs even harder, her amusement ringing out in the room. "Come on, lover boy, hump harder! You only have thirty seconds left! Make every second count. This may be the best date of your life."

The combination of her words and her laughter echoes in my mind as the countdown begins. My breath grow heavier, my moans increasingly pathetic, filling the room alongside Nikki's unrelenting laughter. Just as she announces the final ten seconds, she leans in, her eyes cold yet gleeful.

"Oh, yes, just a few more seconds. Pour your heart into it, you sniveling mess. Five, four... three, two..."

When she finally reaches one, I slow, stopping as she made a show of checking her watch, tapping her heel impatiently.

"Pathetic. Truly pathetic." She steps back, still recording as she laughs. "Watching you hump a table leg might be the most amusing thing I've seen in years. And that moaning... I can't decide if I should cringe or laugh even harder."

As she finally stops the recording, Nikki tosses her hair over her shoulder, barely sparing me a glance as she walks to the couch and sits down. "Clean yourself up, slave. And remember, try not to get too attached to your 'date' ha-ha-ha. Come here, inspection position and take off your apron to check your miserable pathetic cock."

I instantly obey and stand before her in the inspection posture, Nikki leans forward and takes a close look at my throbbing cock, it's red-headed, and all wet from a little pre-cum.

"So, slave, tell me... how do you feel after that intense 'date' and sexual marathon with the table leg?"

I hesitate, feeling the flush on my face deepen. "I feel... frustrated and... horny, Madam Nikki."

Her eyes flicks down with amusement to my cage. "Frustrated and horny, are we?" She laughs, motioning dismissively to my chastity cage. "Look at it. Your poor little thing, all red-headed and dripping, and yet you're still locked up. Tell me, boy, how many real men do you think are out there humping the leg of their tables tonight?"

I hesitate and looking down. "None, Madam Nikki. Only... only me."

Her grin widens as she leans closer, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Exactly! Because a real man wouldn't need to, he will fuck a woman you know ha-ha. So what does that make you, huh?"

Swallowing hard, I answer, "A slave, Madam Nikki."

She claps her hands in mock applause, giving me a pitying look. "A slave? Oh, you're so much less than that. You're an obedient, ridiculous toy." She snickers, looking at my face as if I was a spectacle designed purely for her amusement.

She tilts her head with feigning pity. "Tell me, slave, do you want to cum?"

My desperation escapes in my voice, unable to hide the need. "Yes, Madam Nikki... desperately."

Her laughter is sharp and cutting. "Desperately! Oh, you poor thing. And what about a simple hard-on? Is that something you crave too?"

I nod. "Yes, Madam Nikki. But... Lady Anthea told me to wait for her return."

Nikki's eyes light up and she smirks, reaching into her purse. Slowly, with deliberate flair, she pulls out the chastity key. She twirls it between her fingers, her smirk widening at the look of longing in my eyes. She holds it just above me, letting it dangle teasingly.

"Look what I've got... you know what this is, don't you?"

My gaze locks onto the key, eyes widening with longing. She laughs, holding it just out of reach as I lift my head, my eyes glued to the key. She chuckles, enjoying my desperation.

"Ah-ah-ah, eyes up here, slave!" she taunts, waving the key in front of my face. "Beg for it."

I look up at her, my voice humble. "Please, Madam Nikki, please may I have the key? I'm begging you, please unlock me. Please beautiful Madam Nikki, I'm begging you, thank you, thank you for even considering it..."

Her laughter is merciless as she watches my pleading. "Hmm... not bad, slave, but not quite pathetic enough. Let's take it up a notch." She gestures grandly with her hand. "Imagine you are a dog and think how the dogs beg. Let's see that begging paw posture. Get those legs tucked under."

Feeling the flush of humiliation spread over me, I promptly obey, arranging myself on my knees with my hands up like a dog's paws in front of my chest, my back straight as I assume the position. She laughs louder, dangling the key above my head, just out of reach.

"Oh, look at you, scrambling for a little piece of metal like the pathetic chastised puppy you are. Snap at it, slave. Go on, try to get it."

I strain forward, my teeth snapping at the key, but she lifts it just out of reach, each failed attempt only serving to fuel her amusement. Her laughter is unrestrained, echoing in the room as I continue my humiliating attempts.

"Oh, this is priceless! I can't even believe how low you're willing to go. Trying so hard, and for what? A little key? Pathetic! You look absolutely ridiculous down there, boy."

I try again, lifting y head as high as I can, only for her to dangle it just out of reach.

"Is this the best you can do? I'm almost embarrassed for you!" She laughs, snapping a few quick pictures with her phone. "Oh, these will make a lovely addition to Anthea's collection." She giggles and shakes her head. "Anthea is going to love these. You'll be immortalized as the world's most pathetic little begging mutt."

After a few more humiliating photos, she says in mock sympathy.

"It's a shame slave, you were so close to the key but you didn't give your best efforts. I don't reward failures you know. Next time motivate better yourself..."

Nikki tucks the key back in her purse with a satisfied smile, giving me one last appraising look.

"Alright, playtime's over. You can thank me for the entertainment now. But don't even think about touching that cage."

I lower my head, pressing a kiss to each of her feet in reverence and obedience. "Thank you, Madam Nikki, for allowing me to entertain you."

She shakes her head in disapproval as she stands up ready to leave, laughing hard. "How pathetic!" Her steps lead her to the entrance, I kneel and kiss her feet thanking her for the humping and her 'slave-sitting' and she leaves the home.

Thursday, and Anthea is off to Ibiza; predictably enthusiastic, she sends me this SMS dripping with excitement at the island's brilliant views and warm atmosphere:

"Just arrived, boy! The island is indeed as beautiful as they say and full of life! Waves glistening under the sun and views that go on forever. Just thinking how I deserve this LOL! I'll be at the beach soon... but meanwhile, why don't you write an extra 10 repetitions of Sonnet 58? Just a small way to share my enjoyment with you."

"Thank you Lady for sharing it. You deserve the best and I wish you a lovely time in Ibiza. I really appreciate the additional work added and will write them with full focus."

As day time progresses, I am writing repetition by repetition of the Sonnet and she texts me again.

"The beach is amazing, the sea turquoise, warm, clear water, the sun perfect! I even got a few admiring glances LOL. I don't think I'll ever leave! I wish you could see this with me. Keep up with those Sonnet repetitions, boy. This island is something special!"

"That sounds amazing Lady! I'm so happy for you. And I'm here writing and counting down the days till you're back "

"I appreciate that... but don't spend too much time counting. You've got tasks to focus on! Show me your dedication while I'm gone, won't you? I want to feel proud of you when I return."

"Of course, you know I will. You're my focus, Lady. Enjoy your time there."

In the afternoon, a less agreeable message comes from Anthea.

"Back to hotel from beach. I just love the sun and salt! Though, boy, I saw photos of you were pathetically begging Nikki to take your chastity off. Really, boy? Trying to have your device removed? How selfish of you to seek such shallow satisfaction instead of appreciating your position in service to me. I am beyond disappointed. I thought I made it clear."

"I humbly apologize, Lady, and am grieved by my selfishness. I was selfish, and due to that very factor, I lost sight of what mattered. Please forgive my momentary weakness."

Her text answer comes immediately.

"It's not a question of forgiveness. I'm wondering how sincere you are in your desire to serve me. I'm on a marvelous island, plump in the middle of everything I could possibly need... and rather than honoring me, you're making it about you."

"Please, my Lady, I am still learning and try to adjust to my new life. It is not easy every time, but I have no excuses. Forgive me, please."

"Since you're so insistent on pleasure, why don't you find it in writing? So here's an additional 10 repetitions of the Sonnet for today. Maybe that'll help clear up your confusion about what your true purpose is.

"Thank you, Lady. I do respect discipline and direction. I shall finish every line as if with fresh vigors. Get fun in Ibiza and enjoy yourself; I shall be here, writing those sonnets."

It is Friday early afternoon, and Nikki enters with her usual cutting presence wearing a red t-shirt, denim cut shorts and leather black flip-flops. She eyes everything in detail as she walks inside. She looks around the room once and finally settles in a chair with expectations.

"Bring me the pages of the Sonnet, slave. Let's see if you have actually done some real work this time."

"Look at that line. Sloppy. You have been rushing again, haven't you?"

I look at the line, then back at her.

"Madam Nikki, I... I don't think it's incorrect. It seems in line with how it should be."

"So now you can question me? You argue with me when I've pointed out a clear error? Unbelievable... To me, your reaction clearly deserves a cruel punishment!"

Realizing I've crossed the line, a sense of panic sets in. "I didn't mean to... I just... I thought..."

But Nikki cuts me off, her patience fraying. "You don't think enough, obviously. Your reaction to a simple inspection shows your lack of discipline."

Feeling defiant, I mutter, "It's not fair to punish me... I try hard Madam Nikki. I..."

"Oh? We are doubting my word now? I am unreasonable and unfair huh? Let's get Anthea's opinion, shall we?"

She dials Anthea, putting the phone on speaker so I can hear. My heart races fast and my mouth goes dry.

"Hey, Anthea dear. Sorry to interrupt your vacation, but we have a bit of a situation here. He's been slack with his work, and he's obviously not fully taking you seriously."

"Hello Nikki, darling. Oh, marvelous... this is just what I needed to hear on my holiday. Did he give you any more trouble?"

Nikki tight with irritation suddenly responds: "Well, we've run into an issue. I'm going over the boy's Sonnet writing, and he's showing nothing but insolence. I pointed out a mistake, and he had the nerve to argue back."

Anthea's voice comes through dryly: "Is that so, Nikki? My little boy doesn't trust you? Unacceptable... I see he's learned nothing from earlier."

"I... I am sorry, Lady, Madam Nikki. I didn't mean to show disrespect." I interrupt Ladies conversation impulsively transgressing another of Anthea's rules.

Anthea sounds pissed off.

"How dare you interrupt my chat with Nikki? Who the hell do you think you are boy?"

Nikki shakes her head in disbelief. "He clearly doesn't understand his role Anthea. He thinks is still Richard and has a say in what happens in his life. I am sorry dear but your soft and caring approach doesn't help him realize his status you know..."

Anthea sighs, "Hmm, indeed. Boy, you're testing my patience today." Her voice is keen and sharp with that unequivocal command that sends me small and shamefully aware of my place. "If you can't take a correction from Nikki, you're clearly not fit for the small tasks I've granted you."

"I am sorry Lady, please, I will do better. I don't know why..." I stammer.

Anthea says, firm, "Enough. No more apologies. I want results."

Nikki asks, "Do I have your permission to discipline him a bit? Would you give me the green light?

"I really didn't want to deal with this now... but you know what? If you think he needs it, I trust your judgment Nikki. Remind him who he's really meant to be serving."

"Will do. Thanks, Anthea. Enjoy the rest of Ibiza! He'll be much more respectful by the time you're back. Now, slave thank Anthea properly."

"My Lady, thank you so much; let me assure you that I am truly grateful for your counsel. This punishment will serve as a reminder of my station in life and will make me an even better servant for you. Please, take my most sincere apologies."

Her voice reaches a challenging pitch as she says this.

"You wanted to test the boundaries, didn't you? Begging Nikki to take off your device... And to make matters worse, you called into question Nikki's judgment. This is not the behavior of a person who is truly committed."