Mummys Boy - Part 12

Daniel was at heart an academic and he prided himself on the quality of his writing...despite the crazy events of the evening he still wanted to do a good job for Victoria. He told himself that this was, at heart, an academic study and one he was getting well paid for. Despite this he felt angry but when he took a moment to think about it he was angry at himself. What on earth was he thinking taking the plunge like this? Who was he kidding, he'd followed behind Victoria like a lovesick puppy. He deserved everything he got.

He began to type aware of the new weight between his legs...every now and then he would glance down and curse himself for being so stupid. After a short while he found that the thought of Victoria holding the key to his chastity belt was beginning to arouse him. He definitely didn't want this to happen so he stepped away for the keyboard and made some tea.

The reality of his predicament was beginning to hit home as he walked across the room with the weight of the steel swaying to and fro. This was going to be difficult.

He threw himself into the writing. He gave non-specific details of his background, then moved on to an overview his sexual experience. Oddly this was not in the slightest bit erotic to Daniel, he simply took it as a study topic and ploughed on with academic attachment. By the time he was covering his introduction to chastity and his agreement to be the author's study case for a 31 day period he realised he was well over one thousand words, he also realised it was almost 3am. He sighed...Victoria was clearly going to be a demanding task-master (or should that be task-Mistress he chuckled to himself) but he had no-one else to blame but himself.

He started to work on a section about how the idea of chastity had made him feel, how the concept of not being able to get an erection or cum was something totally new to him. As he typed he realised this wasn't the main thing that had drawn him in, what had captured his imagination was the idea of surrendering control of his cock to a Lady like Victoria. have her own his manhood like this was intensely arousing. He realised the thought of her hold the key was turning him on instantly, his cock began to swell as an image of Victoria with a silver key nestling between her breasts filled his mind. This was not good, the flesh begin to engorge and press itself against the bars of the cage. It was not instantly painful but very uncomfortable, then an image of the spiked cockcage Victoria had shown him appeared in his mind and the swelling got more intense and more uncomfortable. What the hell was the matter with him.

With no other option he moved away from the keyboard and watched a bit of late night tv.

After five or so minutes he returned to his writing. This time trying to put into words the emasculation of a chaste male under the control of a strong female like Victoria. This again threatened to cause a futile erection attempt but he managed to get himself under control enough to finish his writing. He looked at the clock it was after 4am. He read over the document, spell-checked it and emailed it to Victoria.

Pausing to ruefully throw the useless key into the rubbish bin he turned in for bed.