Yesterday, pet woke up feeling needy and achy locked in a chastity, pleading with Sir for permission to use the wand and remove her belt. she promised Sir that she would be His obedient, good girl again for Him. That she will not be a greedy and undisciplined slut. she longed to please Him, to serve Him, and to help Him relax. With His usual calm tone, Sir said that it was time for Him to see for Himself, so He observed pet carefully unlocked His property, observing her every move as she performed her chastity ritual. pet was rewarded with lots of treat —thick, long strings that left her craving more and feeling grateful.

pet was given the chance to play with His property under Sirs watchful supervision, feeling incredibly lucky to be allowed to rub Sirs pussy and edge herself under His control. Sir guided her every movement, teasing pet so much, instructing pet on how to rub, when to stop, when to slow down, and when to pick up the pace. Each command heightened her desire, making her hornier, and more desperate for more edges, but she knew she must obey every one of Sirs instructions.

After three edges—one stolen in a moment of disobedience 🥺—Sir told pet to relax and compose herself, then instructed her to shower. Once she returned, He, in His strict and steady way, locked pet back in chastity, leaving her throbbing and helplessly aching for more. Sirs decision was firm and final. All pet needs to do now is stay His good girl, surrendering fully to the ache building within her, feeling every pulse and throb against the belt.

Then pet informed Sir that she would be going out with friends today. This wasn't the first time she'd been locked in chastity while out with others, and she loved how discreet her special belt was—comfortable and natural it felt.

Each time pet remembered she was locked, a pulse of need surged through her, an ache building steadily. During dinner with friends, the belt's presence heightened her need, causing her to subtly squeeze her thighs to manage the overwhelming desire. Even while ordering food, she felt the weight of her submission, a reminder that she is owned, His property—wet, needy, and desperate.

As she walked or sat, the cold steel of the belt pressed against her, a constant sensation that kept her grounded in submission. It reminded her, in every moment, that she belonged to Him. When pet found herself alone in the restroom, she ran her fingers over the belt, rubbing it slowly thinking of Him. pets wants to be His good girl, an obedient slut. A better pet for Him in every way.

While eating, pet feels a sense of happiness, as if Sir is right there with her. The belt gives her a feeling of safety and security. The first time wearing it outside, pet was nervous, but now it feels completely normal, like a part of her. pet can feel His presence, knowing that He is always with her, watching, guiding her thoughts and keeping her connected to Him.

As the day went on, pet was constantly reminded that she was still on punishment, even as she laughed and chatted with her friends. The ache inside her kept building, growing more intense with every passing moment and pet loves it. she knows that Sir is disciplining pet and this is for her own good.

pet got home late, and once in her bedroom, she asked Sir if she could take off the belt. Sir responded that He would take good care of pet later, but for now, pet could only hug and hump the pillow. pet obeyed, feeling a mix of longing and submission, before drifting off to sleep, her body still aching with need, knowing that Sirs care was worth the wait.