Becoming a Chastity slavegirl

The alarm went off and I rolled out of bed with a groan. We both got up for work around 7:00 a.m., and we had a pretty regular, steady routine.

I didn't know it yet, but this morning was about to be anything but regular.

Declan approached me and planted a deep, long kiss on my lips.

"Good morning," he said, his voice husky after sleeping.

"Morning," I muttered, still feeling like a zombie. Until I have my coffee, I'm the kind of person you don't want to make eye contact with first thing in the morning. That's why kissing me like that, at this hour, was pretty unusual, especially considering we're both terrible at getting to work on time.

But he wasn't done. He pulled me closer and I felt his cock, hard and hot against me.

"Last night was hot," he murmured, kissing me again.

"Mmm-hmm," I said against his lips.

His hands found my hair and he grabbed a handful of it, gently tugging my head back to expose my neck.

"You meant what you said?" His lips traced the length of my neck and sent shivers up my spine.

"Hmm?"

"About becoming my slave." He bit my neck.

I let out a gasp. "Declan, we're going to be late for work." My body was warming up and though I was still groggy, I wanted nothing more than for him to keep kissing me.

"We're early. It's 6 a.m."

Surprised, I gazed at him.

He straightened and returned my gaze. "We're starting a new routine. Every morning, you'll wake up with me at 6. And you will please me before we go to work."

His hand found its way between my legs and started massaging my clit. My breath came out in short little gasps.

"And when I tell you to do something, you'll say 'Yes, Sir.'" His gaze grew more intense, and it was clear he meant what he said.

He really means to control me, I thought. A spark fired within me and a deep ache grew between my legs.

"Yes, Sir," I said, sucking in air sharply as his fingers slipped inside me.

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“You've got to be kidding.”

My heart dropped and I froze.

I'd been caught.

My tall, dark-haired husband stood in the doorway of our bedroom, watching me.

I couldn't breathe, couldn't move. My chest constricted and my throat burned. 

The dildo whirred and vibrated in my hand as I sheepishly pulled it out. As if I could be discreet about what was happening here. I covered myself with a blanket, but it was pretty obvious I was naked under the sheets.

His face calm, he stepped into the room and closed the door.

I fumbled with the buttons, somehow turning the vibrator on high instead of switching it off. When I finally got the damn thing to stop vibrating, I looked up and stammered an apology.

“You're sorry?” He grabbed a nearby chair and sat on it, backward. “I don't know if I believe that. You tell me you aren't in the mood for sex, but then I come in here and find—” His forehead scrunched up and his mouth hung open as if at a loss for words.

“Declan, it isn't like that.” My voice came out thin. “I didn't do it to upset you.” 

I swallowed hard. He didn't like the concept of a dildo, as if some silicon vibrator could replace him. I'd never been able to convince him to use one on me, so I just did it in secret.

His gray eyes grew sharp. “How often do you do this?”

“Not often.” I felt my cheeks heat up and knew he'd see through my lie. I masturbated every night; I'd always done this since I was a teenager. Old habits die hard.

It wasn't like I didn't want him. We had sex at least once a week. But we both worked full time and had very little energy after work. It wasn't nearly as satisfying as having sex with Declan, but sometimes, a girl just needs a quick release. I'd long assumed he did the same thing.

When he didn't reply, I said, “Please don't be angry.”

He closed his eyes. “You're really sorry?”

“Yes.” My voice was a whisper. I felt hot all over, ashamed at getting caught. Angry that I felt shame at all. It was my body, I could touch myself if I wanted to.

When he opened his eyes, they seemed darker somehow. His gaze bored into mine and my body grew hotter. “Show me,” he said.

My eyes widened. “What?” He couldn't mean what I thought.

“Show me how you do it,” he said, his voice a low growl.

I stared at him, unable to believe my ears. We never did that; we'd agreed a long time ago that masturbating in front of each other was weird and awkward.

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“If you're really sorry, and you're not doing this to avoid being with me, then show me how you like it.” His eyes glinted and I realized he liked the idea of watching me do this for him.

“Oh— okay.” Casting my eyes down, I pulled back the sheets and laid myself bare again. I hesitated with the dildo, unsure of how he would respond to me using it. After all, my past requests to use dildos in our bedroom play had only resulted in guilt and sulky silence.

But he only stared with the kind of intense expression I'd only seen him use on occasion.

Slowly, I began to drag the tip of the dildo across my clit. I had been right on the edge when he barged in, so it didn't take much for me to get worked up again. Soon, I was gasping and my hips were rocking. I slipped the dildo inside and began working it in and out of my slick pussy.

Declan stood and came closer, gazing down at me with obvious enjoyment. His cock was right at eye level now. I could see it straining against his pants. 

Our eyes met and he smirked. “You want this?” He stroked himself and chuckled.

“Yes. “I nodded. “I want you.”

He plunged his hands into his pockets. “Well, you're going to have to prove it. Fuck yourself harder.”

I complied, ramming the dildo with a practiced, circular motion. A cry escaped my lips as it massaged my g-spot. I turned on the vibrator and rocked my hips as a warm sensation spread from my clit and filled my insides.

“Faster,” he commanded.

And I did, wondering how long I could keep up this pace. The world was spinning, and I was riding closer and closer to the edge.

“Harder,” he said.

And I did, giving out one long, continuous cry as the vibrator whirred inside me. Stars danced across my vision.

Then, his hand enclosed mine and pulled the dildo out.

Next thing I knew, he was on top of me...

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