A Chaste Slave To My Ex Ch 16

The next day, Sunday, Anthea wakes up at 11 am, and I serve her breakfast in bed. After I serve her coffee in the living room, Anthea comes in wearing a silk black see-through blouse and black leggings, sits on the couch, and takes one sip of the coffee while I am lighting her cigarette.

She motions me to come closer.

"I need to inspect you boy. It's been a while, since I've checked your device and your condition."

I shuffle forward until I'm directly in front of her. I stand up, taking the inspection pose, my legs wide open, hands clasped on my head.

Anthea leans forward, her hands resting lightly on her thighs before reaching out to touch the chastity device.

"Alright, boy, it's time for a closer look. Let's see how well you're holding up after one and a half months without release."

She extends her hand, her fingers brushing lightly against the device, testing its fit and security. She speaks up, her tone analytical, almost clinical.

"Hmm. The device seems snug, no visible irritation around the edges. But let's check more thoroughly."

She grasps the base of the device, tugging it slightly to test its lock and the pressure it applies. I flinch slightly, but remain still.

She is looking up at me smirking.

"Sensitive, are we? That's good. It means the denial is doing its job."

Anthea is running her fingers over the device, tapping it lightly with her nails.

"Hmm. No wear or damage to speak of. The lock is in place, and the fit appears nice and snug. Have you been cleaning it, boy?"

My voice is low, submissive.

"Yes, Lady. I clean it like you told me."

Anthea nods, seeming to accept my words, yet she continues to press around the base of the device, her fingers moving delicately.

"Good. No irritation or redness around the edges. That's a sign you're maintaining it well. But let's see how your balls are holding up."

She crosses her legs, shifts her focus to my balls, cupping them gently at first, then weighing them in her palm.

"Hmm. these feel heavier but honestly not as heavy or swollen as I expected after six weeks. Are you sure you've been denied this whole time, boy? Or has you cum in the cage behind my back?"

My eyes widen in shock; my voice comes out shaking.

"Lady, no! I swear, I have been locked this entire time! I didn't cheat on you!"

Anthea is giggling softly while her fingers are massaging my balls softly.

"Relax, I'm teasing. But seriously, I expected more. I guess it's natural as you get older. Your body just doesn't produce as much testosterone anymore, does it?"

She starts to massage my balls a little firmer, pressing and squeezing light my balls.

"How do they feel, boy? Do they ache often?"

"Yes, Lady. They ache sometimes, especially in the morning."

Anthea nods thoughtfully, her fingers clenching very slightly around them.

"They feel a bit fuller than last time. as they should after six weeks of denial"

She begins pressing my balls hard, checking how resistant they are. I bite my lip but say nothing."Oh, does that hurt, boy? Poor thing. But pain is part of your training, isn't it?"

I'm swallowing hard, "Yes, Lady. Thank you for correcting me."

She does so, tugging on them slightly before twisting them gently yet firmly. My breathing catches as she watches me intently.

"Stretching them like this helps the circulation. You wouldn't want your precious little orbs to get neglected now, would you?"

"No, Lady. Thank you for taking care of me."

She tugs down on my balls, pulling them more firmly, and the dull ache begins to spread through the area.

"Sensitive, aren't we? I wonder how much of that is physical and how much is in your head."

This time, she squeezes more firmly, fingers digging in briefly before releasing. Then, she lightly raps them with her knuckles to see how they react to the stimulus.

Anthea leans forward in sympathy.

"It is interesting, really. So much nuisance only for not being able to release. Tell me, boy, does the frustration ever keep you up at night?"

My voice is shaking slightly as I answer.

"Sometimes, Lady. Sleep doesn't often come easily when the device presses against me, especially if I get aroused in my sleep and wake up in the morning."

Her movements are even more considered now. She twists my balls slightly, so I gasp, and then lightly taps them with her nails-the sharpness a great counterpoint to the ache that she had set up with the squeeze.

Anthea is tutting, her tongue clicking sympathetically.

" Poor, aching balls, all that build-up with nowhere to go. You must feel so frustrated, don't you? But frustration is the price of devotion, boy."

She tightens now, her fingers pressing into the flesh while her other hand flicks against the device with her nails. She asks in mock sympathy.

"Do you get headaches from the denial? Or does it affect your mood during the day?"

"I haven't had headaches, Lady, but I feel more irritable at times. It's hard to focus."

"Interesting. And what about your physical reactions? Do you feel any burning in your balls or a tingling sensation at the tip of your... well, what's left of your manhood?"

I am blushing slightly and lowering my gaze.

"Yes, Lady. Sometimes there's a tingling, especially when I think about serving you or when you give me instructions."

Anthea is smirking, giving my balls one last firm squeeze.

"As expected. The device keeps you aroused but helpless, right where you need to be."

Anthea is leaning back slightly, crossing her legs elegantly; her fingers are still lightly tingling my balls.

"Now, tell me, after one and a half months in chastity, how are you holding up mentally? Are you still focused on your service, or are those little urges starting to distract you?"

I'm trying to collect my thoughts before answering.

"I keep my attention on my service, Lady, but the urges get strong sometimes. I remind myself it's part of the training."

Anthea nods. "Good. And physically? Any discomfort from the device?"

"Sometimes, Lady. I get a dull ache in my balls sometimes, but it's bearable. No headaches."

Anthea leans forward slightly, head tilted in curiosity.

"And your sleep? Does the device disturb your sleep?"

"Sometimes, Lady. The constriction wakes me when I am, ah, excited while asleep."

She smirks knowingly. "Ah, nocturnal arousal. That's perfectly normal."

Anthea chuckles low in her throat, extending a languid hand to tap her nails against the device once more.

"Feeling like the cage is part of your body yet?"

"It's an adjustment, Lady, but I'm learning to embrace it." My voice sounds optimistic.

"Well congratulations for reaching the 6 months threshold. I have read somewhere that the first six months in chastity are the hardest. After that, it's smooth sailing, or so they say."

I'm bowing my head deeply.

"Thank you, Lady. I could not have done it without your guidance."

Anthea is leaning forward slightly, her voice sounds low and teasing.

"Oh, I'm sure you couldn't have. After all, what is a boy without a strong hand to keep him in line? Left to your own devices, you'd have crumbled long ago. Isn't that right?"

I'm nodding humbly, "Yes, Lady. You're the reason I've endured."

She is laughing softly."Good boy. At least you know where the credit lies. How time flies when you're locked away, doesn't it? You must be wondering if the smooth sailing part is just around the corner."

I sound hopeful, "Do you believe it will work, Lady Anthea? Will it really get easier after this?"

Anthea is tilting her head, considering her words. "Do I believe it? Hmm. Let's just say I think it's possible. You might find a sort of... rhythm to your denial. The frustration won't go away, of course, it'll just become part of who you are. But easier? I'm not so sure."

I'm blinking nervously. "So you don't think it will get better, Lady Anthea?"

She is chuckling softly. "Oh, boy, don't get me wrong. I think you'll adapt. But whether it gets 'better' is entirely subjective, isn't it? This is only the beginning. You've climbed one hill, but there are mountains ahead."

"Yes Lady, I see..." My voice is concerned and stressed.

Her tone softens slightly, turns almost tender.

"But I will admit, boy, I'm impressed. It has not been easy, has it? The sleepless nights, the aching mornings, and the constant pull of that cage reminding you of what you cannot have. And yet, here you are, still locked, still devoted."

I say eagerly, "It's all for you, Lady. You give me purpose."

Anthea is smirking faintly. "How sweet! I promised to take this journey with you, and I meant it. I've been your rock, haven't I? Guiding you, supporting you, making sure you stay strong through every step."

"Yes, Lady. You've been everything to me. Thank you for your guidance and help."

She pulls out a cigarette and brings it to her lips; I kneel and light her cigarette.

"Now, as we move forward, I'll continue to be your rock, boy. I'll guide you through the endless cycles of frustration and denial. And when the ache in your balls becomes unbearable, I'll be here to drain you, just enough to keep you functional, of course. No pleasure, no orgasm, just a clinical reset to start your suffering anew."

I'm blushing deeply. "Thank you, Lady. Your control is my comfort."

Anthea is laughing softly. "Good boy. Remember, this is a journey we're taking together. Of course, while you're busy enduring, I'll continue to enjoy all the pleasures life has to offer. But, who knows? Perhaps someday I'll throw you a crumb of mercy, if I'm feeling particularly generous."

"Thank you Lady Anthea, your kindness humbles me." I say honestly and meekly.

She picks up the key, dangling it mockingly in front of me.

"But don't hold your breath, boy. After all, I wouldn't want you to get your hopes up. The road ahead is long, and your cage isn't going anywhere. Be patient, patience is the key!"

"Thank you for the priceless piece of advice Lady, I will be patient, I promise."

"Good boy! I admire your patience." She says smiling and then her voice turns teasing.

"When I feel the slightest bit tense, I relieve myself in an instant. When I'm bored, I can climax just for fun. When I feel like indulging, I can do it without a second thought." She giggles, "You see boy, patience is not my strongest trait unlike you hi-hi."

I'm swallowing hard. "Yes, Lady. Your freedom is a reflection of your superiority."

She lounges back, smiling in satisfaction.

"Now, tell me honestly, do you think you're mentally stronger or weaker since I locked you up?"

"I feel stronger, Lady. The denial has taught me discipline and focus on serving you."

"Good boy. That's the correct answer. Remember, this isn't just about physical denial; it is about breaking down your old habits and building you into something better. My obedient, devoted slave. Now, thank me for your chastity."

I bow deeply, my voice full of gratitude.

"Thank you, Lady, for keeping me chaste and devoted to you."

Anthea giggles, "Oh you are most welcome boy!" Her tone softening slightly, "I have to admit, I'm impressed. You're holding up better than I thought you would."

She brushes her fingers along my device, and then rolls a cigarette, I grab the lighter and light her cigarette, and then I kneel on the floor in front of her, head bowed in respect.

She crosses her legs elegantly, her foot grazing my head lightly.

"Boy, tomorrow afternoon my mother will be expecting you," she begins. "She'll be starting your training on domestic chores and cooking"

My eyes widen slightly, but I quickly nod, lowering my gaze.

"Yes, Lady, thank you for letting me know." I murmur.

"Behave," she advises, "And perform well. My mother is a perfectionist, and I'll warn you now, she can be demanding. But her skills and experience are unparalleled. You'll benefit greatly from her guidance and training. Pay attention!"

She giggles suddenly, a sound that send a shiver down my spine.

"But don't let her down," she teases, her voice dropping to a mock-threatening tone. "Or you'll find out just how demanding she can be."

"Yes, Lady," I reply, my voice steady but my stomach churning with nervous anticipation.

She waves a hand dismissively.

"Go, then," she say. "Make yourself useful. And don't forget to thank her properly afterwards. Remember, boy, your actions reflect on me."

"Yes, Lady," I say, bowing deeply before leaving her presence.

Next day, Anthea's mother begins my training on domestic chores. After my job, every evening I visit her house for at least a couple of hours for cleaning, cooking and running errands under Madam Olivia's guidance and supervision.

I am washing the dishes, wipe and put them on place while Olivia sits at the table, sipping coffee. She watches me as if sizing up every movement.

"Tell me, do you love Anthea?"

I give an immediate response.

"Yes, Madam Olivia. I care deeply for Anthea. More than I can express."

Olivia raises an eyebrow, "To what degree? What would you do for her? I'm curious."

"Anything she asks, Madam Olivia."

y visits to her mother's house continue all this week and the week after. I stand near the ironing board pressing the shirt while Olivia is lying on the couch, flipping through a magazine.

I sound unsure and raise a shirt. "Madam Olivia, is this fold sharp enough, or would it be better if I had it redone?"

Olivia raises her head and inspects the shirt. "Hmmm, decent but you miss a slight wrinkling in that sleeve, do that again and pay attention to the edges, remember-precise it is the key".

I nod, "Understood, Madam. Thank you." I resume ironing; comfortable silence descends, it is occasionally disturbed by rhythmic hissing of steam escaping from the iron.

I say softly while always focusing on the shirt I'm ironing. "Madam Olivia, I hope I'm not bothering you, but I wanted to say... I admire you so much."

Olivia lowers her magazine, surprised. "Admire me? Well, that's unexpected. Why, may I ask?"

I'm temporarily pausing the ironing, looking up at her with sincerity. "You're the living example of female strength. You are the kind of person one would look up to."

Olivia sits up a bit, softening. "Well, that's... quite the compliment. I don't hear that often. But tell me, why does that impress you so much?"

"Because it shows the power -and I'd say even the superiority- of women. You've done what most people, especially men, couldn't handle. You're a mother, a provider, a housekeeper, and so much more and succeeded in all of them. It's... inspiring."

Olivia leans back, flattered but interested. "Superiority, hmm? That's quite a word. But I won't deny, it wasn't easy."

I finish ironing one garment and place it neatly on a hanger. Olivia takes a sip of her coffee, her tone more reflective.

"My marriage was a disaster you know Richard. My ex-husband... he was useless. A dreamer with no ambition, no backbone. I had to step up for the family because he simply wouldn't."

I'm all ears. "That must have been so hard for you, Madam Olivia. You carried all the weight on your shoulders."

Olivia nods in affirmation. "Exactly, I had to work two jobs at one time just to make ends meet. And who could forget the sleepless nights when the kids were sick, endless chores, loneliness, everything. There were times I thought I would collapse from exhaustion. But I couldn't let them down."

I say softly and obviously in admiration. "You've done more than most could ever manage. It's remarkable."

Olivia looks away, her voice sad. "Maybe. But it's tiring, too. And there's a price, you know. I gave up a lot-my dreams, my personal life. And now... well, let's just say it gets lonely."

"Your sacrifices paid off Madam Olivia. You have two wonderful children. They had a strong, capable role model to look up to."

She snuffs out her cigarette in the ashtray, and with a sigh "I never remarried. I couldn't bring another man into our lives after what I went through. Most men... they're disappointing, to say the least. Selfish, arrogant, and unreliable."

"That is why I admire you even more, Madam Olivia. You have proved that women need not depend on men to be successful. You have proved that strength, independence, and leadership are innate in women."

Smiling softly, Olivia leans back in her chair. "You're quite the flatterer, aren't you? But... there's truth in what you say. Women often have to be stronger, smarter, and more resourceful just to survive in a world that undervalues us."

She returns to reading her magazine with this very dejected expression and I continued to iron and fold, until I am holding a semi-ironed dress up against her for an opinion on. She gets up to show just how the material needs to be pulled tight.

Olivia is now watching me quite contemplatively while I press the dress after she instructed me on what to do with it. "You're a strange man, you know that Richard? Most men I have met and dated since my divorce were just as bad as my ex-husband: selfish, lazy, or worse. Like the world would center around them while we women do all the work. You're...different."

"There are some of us who see the truth, who understand how much women like you have to offer. I respect and adore women."

Olivia smiles weakly, "Well, I won't argue with that."After a moment, she says reflectively, "You know, it's rare to meet someone who listens and understands. Thank you for that. But don't let my story soften you. There's still a lot for you to learn."

"Of course, I will try my best." She nods slowly and sips her coffee again, pulls hard on the cigarette. I do my best not to disappoint her, working the iron as precisely as possible now.

"I'm honored you trusted me, Madam Olivia. You're charming, clever, successful, and still young and active enough to enjoy the small and big joys of life."

"My old bones don't wholly agree with you, ha-ha." Olivia says as she bursts into a fit of laughter. Her eyes glimmer, and her sly smile plays upon her lips as she teasingly adds, "But don't think flattery will make me go easy on you. That dress still has a wrinkle."

I smile back while my hand presses the iron back and forth on the wrinkle of the dress.

On Thursday evening, Anthea goes to her mother's house, sits in the sitting room, and chats with her. Anthea asks her mother about my progress.

"He's improving Anthea, but it's slow. He's keen to learn, though. I'll give him that. He doesn't complain, and he listens, two traits I don't often see in men."

Anthea is smiling, "Oh, I knew you'd whip him into shape, Mom. He needs that firm hand."

Olivia leans forward. "He has been very good to me. He is respectful, attentive, obedient, and anxious to please. I have noticed how hard he works, and honestly, he has made a good impression."

Anthea nods in agreement, "Pleased to know that Mom, I appreciate that."

Olivia pauses, inhaling the smoke from the cigarette, then the firmness surfaces. "But you see, my sweetheart, as much as I am willing to let it gone for having hurt you some time back, a mother may never forget her child getting hurt, I mean a real hurt."

"I understand, mother, and I don't blame you. But let me reassure you, he is on his best behavior. He treats me well in all aspects of our lives now. Things are different."

"Anthea," her mother begins without raising her voice but with firmness, "you know I've always been straight with you, and I hope to have the same from you in return. We've always talked about everything openly, and that is something I value about our relationship."

Anthea feels the change in tone and nods, saying nothing, lighting a cigarette.

Olivia presses gently, "I need to know the truth, Anthea. What's going on between you two, really? This doesn't seem like a normal relationship. Is he trying to impress me or what?"