Verena: Goddess of Wallachia by Kaitlynn Tye [OC][Femdom][BDSM][New Release] [Chastity]
This community has been SO wonderful to me, I wanted to make sure I shared a part of a chastity scene from my newest release with you all :) I hope you guys like it and if anyone is interested in my book (it involves all the tropes of femdom) I would LOVE some support! Thank you and please enjoy :)
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The following day Eamon awoke to his silken goddess looking down on his sleeping form with her fangs fully extended. Eamon was told that his existence with her was about to be escalated into something infinitely greater, and his heart began to thud in his ears at the thought. Verena decided it would be the perfect time to host a party. She began by telling Eamon that she wanted him to show off his hard work and progress over these past weeks with her very own torture chamber being shown on display throughout the evening—and of course, the main attraction of this chamber being the perfect servant Eamon.
Vampires from all different parts of the realm were invited. Though most had never even heard of or seen anything like what the pair had been doing together—but, everyone knew by Verena's reputation that it would not disappoint, because Verena never disappointed a guest.
"Come here little pet," she hissed at him, watching him crawl on all fours across the dark and damp chamber that he hadn't left since his bath a few nights before. "I have something special for you, stand up." She pointed to his semi-erect cock. "We can't have them tempted to touch this." She said it as a sensual purr escaped from her lips. "Imagine if you got hard over these other women?" She asked sincerely, a stern look crossing her face. "No no no… We can’t have that; this is the only option." Before he could protest or say anything, she began to slide the ring of a chastity cage over his cock and the metal sleeve was slid up the length of his semi-flaccid shaft.
Seeing how chaste her slave allowed himself to become was the most amusing thing to her.
Watching Eamon's eyes widen when the ring closed, his substantial cock struggling to fit inside the smothering confines of Verena's newest implement of torture, this chastity cage which confined his cock. He felt how his dick couldn't become fully erect, even when he looked at his beautiful queen. This new cage only made him tingle with a painful constricting sensation as the metal stopped him from getting hard, his thickening libido being kept away from him. He began breathing harder. This was a strange sensation, but his body was already fighting the cage to win back control of his cock, the very same control he willingly gave to her.
The thought of anyone else seeing him in this condition sent a shiver of fear down his spine like nothing he had ever felt. Verena seeing him vulnerable and afraid was one thing, but he had never even seen these other women before. Would Verena protect him from these vampires? He certainly hoped so. His face turned bright red as Verena stood before him, still fully clothed in her loose-fitting satin nightgown, the navy color barely covering her breasts as the thin top sagged down past her cleavage. The sensation of involuntary arousal made Eamon desperate to cum, however, all they left him with was an intense ache.
"Won't you look at that, it's redder than my hair. Just the way I like it." Her words were soft, gentle, and sinister all at once as she caressed his cheek. "I'll make sure the other girls keep it nice... No sense in putting such a pretty thing in danger." she said, stroking his soft pale cheeks.
He looked up at her confused, not believing that they would be able to resist. Nothing about this was fair. His will was shattered, and now he was left with the horror of being forced to endure this otherworldly torture. The very thought of what he was going to suffer through made him shudder in pure delight. Seeing the strange women watching his every move, Verena brushed her hand down his cheek and gave it a slight squeeze. "I'll let you go as free as I can little pet." She spoke softer and with more sympathy than he had ever heard from her before. Eamon just stood there looking at Verena blankly, glancing up and down at her satin nightgown with his sullen sad eyes. He could have sworn she looked sexier to him now more than ever… But he couldn't show it, this contraption made it impossible. He placed his hands firmly on the cage, tugging at it to try to find comfort in the confinement. It was impossible. He looked at her, and she calmly patted his cheek. Giving him a light scratch as she slid her hand through his hair.
"Trust me pet, you need this," she said calmly, removing his hand from the cage and giving it a firm tug, solidifying the idea that this wasn't going away until she made that decision.
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