2019-06-29

2019-06-27

Catch 22

I'll unlock your chastity cage as soon as you prove that you are a real man. To prove that you're a real man, you have to fuck me deep and hard and cum inside me. So what are you waiting for? Well, sorry, but that's your problem then.

Lack Of Patience

My master recently set me free. I no longer have to wear his leash, but I'll always have to wear the ring where he attached his leash, as a reminder that I was once his property. As a former slave myself, I have little patience for a slave's whining and complaints. You have to wear a chastity cage and can't masturbate any more. Is that life-threatening? Permanently damaging your health? Painful? No. So shut up and accept that orgasms are no longer for you.

Key Swapping

You wanted to be the slave of a skinny blonde in tight black leather, latex or lacquer, that’s why you gave me the key for your chastity belt. Well, I want my slaves to suffer. And my best friend has a slave obsessed with big booties.
So we thought it would be hilarious if we would swap our keys. From now on, you are *my* slave. Yeah, sure, at least I’ll wear some weird uncomfortable latex or whatever. //As soon as I unlock you.

Although the captions mention latex, I think the dress in the first image shows stitched seams, which means that it can’t be latex, which is why this caption doesn’t deserve the latex tag.

But then again, these additional remarks mostly talk about latex, so perhaps I should add the latex tag after all.

2019-06-22

Know Thyself

You saw my collection of permanent locking chastity tubes and said that you wondered which man would be foolish enough to allow that his dick is trapped in such a thing forever. And then you agreed to a little session of bondage fun, and here you are: completely helpless and at my mercy. Now nothing can stop me from fetching one of the permanent tubes and putting it on you.

Sporus

Amazingly enough, these captions aren’t just vaguely “based on a true story”, instead, they are lifted more or less verbatim from the histories of Dion Cassius and Suetonius. Even the more bizarre details aren’t my invention.

Rejoice, since the glorious emperor Nero decided to take you as his wive.
He ordered me, Calvia Crispinilla, to make sure that everything that relates to you is done to his satisfaction, so I have complete and total authority over you.
First, I’ll have you castrated. If I’d let you keep your balls, you might start to grow a beard, and we can’t have that.
You see, your face is the spitting image of the emperor’s previous wive Poppea, who died under tragic circumstances (the emperor kicked her to death while she was pregnant).
But luckily, her divine beauty has been reborn in you. That’s why your name is no longer “Sporus”, but “Poppea”, and you will wear dresses like a woman and pleasure the emperor like a woman.
Nero has offered a fortune to the physician who can turn you into a woman. Until one of them succeeds, he’ll have to contend himself with the orifices nature gave you.
Some minor changes: Nymphidius Sabinus deposed Nero and wants to become emperor himself.
But don’t worry, you pretty thing, he wants to marry you and make you his empress, like Nero did.
Okay, so Nymphidius Sabinus is dead, but Otho, a former husband of Poppea, agrees that you look exactly like her, he’s the new emperor, and he’s happy to keep you as his consort.
The new emperor (the third one this year, and no end in sight), a guy named Aulus Vitellius, surprisingly doesn’t want you as his wife.
Instead, he wants you to appear in a public show “The Rape of Proserpina”, about how Hades stole the beautiful virgin Persephone and made her his wife.
You’ll perform as the raped virgin.

Nothing To See Here

After the great Tumblr apocalypse, I decided to try out Blogger as a new home for my captions, but I found the experience rather frustrating...