EXTRACT FOR
Tanya Hyde
(Miranda Birch)

Her first step was a simple one, a first tentative "toe in the water". One Sunday morning, after being licked to full wakefulness by her sex-slave (as she had started to think of him) and enjoying a lovely oral orgasm followed by an OK penetrative one, she produced a package from her bedside cabinet. 



"You know, I am still very jealous." 



Nigel started to protest, but she cut him off. 



"Yes, I know you say there's no need to be, but I am anyway! I am fat, and older, and..." She shrugged, letting her voice trail off. Then, brightly: "But, I have the solution!" 



She opened the box, showed him the device, explained how it worked. He looked surprised still, but also a bit intrigued. There was her opening. 



"Also, I don't want you playing with yourself, that makes me jealous too." 



He blushed. She quickly reassured him, anxious to keep the momentum going her way. 



"I mean, I like watching you play with yourself, but only in front of me, on your knees, worshipping me. This will ensure that all your energy is saved up for me." 



Nigel had to agree that that was a good idea. So, she packed him off to the bathroom to wash himself, and when he came back she fitted the device expertly on him -- she kept several clients in chastity -- and clicked the padlock shut. She hung the chain with the key on about her neck. 



"I'll wear this always. Every time I look down at it, I'll know that you love me, and I'll know that you are not cheating on me." Nigel was somewhat abashed, but was happy to do what she wanted. After all, he hardly needed to wank nowadays, when he could see Tanya so often! She was insatiable! 



After he was gone that evening -- he lived quite a way away, and had to be at work early next morning -- she thought about what had happened that morning. It had been much easier than she had expected. He's just let me lock his cock up, just like that! she thought, hardly believing it still. And I've got the only key! She fingered it where it hung between her pendulous breasts. Her sadistic nature came to the fore, a wicked smile stole over her face. I wonder what else I can get away with? The thought took her by surprise; but, thinking it over, she realised: she didn't want a boyfriend so much as a slave. But not like the client slaves, who came and went. She wanted a slave who was always there, a slave who would be at her beck and call. In short, she wanted a real slave!