boundsubboi

Sore today, spent the last two days locked in stainless steel waist belt. Yep I'm locked again.

Anyone want to keep me in chastity this summer?

When I was in grade school there was this big mean girl who used to pick on the boys, probably because they picked on her and called her ?fat?.  She was very plump and looked like the girl in the ?Little Lotta? comics at the time. I was teasing her on the playground one day and she began to chase me. She was faster than I thought. She caught up to me, knocked me down and sat on my chest. Panicked, I tried to move her off of me but she was too heavy. So I began to call her names and tease her even worse, hoping she would get mad enough to leave me alone. Instead she leaned forward, looked into my eyes and said simply ?shut up!? She then walked her knees forward until her dress slid over my face. The sun illuminated the inside of her green dress enough so that I saw a flash of big meaty thunder thighs, then I felt those warm, sweaty thighs slide past my cheeks and my face promptly met her moist cotton panty crotch. I tried to push her off but just couldn?t. I was completely helpless and I could hear her laughing at my predicament. In the sweetest moment of pure submission in my life I dropped my arms and surrendered completely to her will. For what seemed like an eternity she wiggled and ground and humped my face with abandon, intent on thoroughly humiliating me. A feeling I had never known before consumed me, instead of being mad or sad I was in heaven. I didn?t even know at the time what was on the other side of that warm panty crotch but I knew I loved being underneath it. Once she rose up and released me, the cool wind chilled my moistened face and I felt an ache as I already missed her warm smothering crotch. I didn?t know it at the time but I had just been ?queened? and I had been taught that the most wonderful place a boy can be is underneath a girl. She might not have even known it, but at that moment I became hers. Later on I would go to the schoolyard day after day anxiously hoping ?she? would be there playing. Our relationship had changed after my first queening; I was nice to her, picking little clover flowers to bring to her and buying her candy at the drugstore, and saying nice things to her. Although I had no idea of the terminology I had become her ?subbie?. She answered my efforts by telling me what to do and what games we were going to play and generally bossing me around-she had assumed the role of ?Domme?-and I loved it!. I even got up the nerve to tell her that I liked it when she sat on me, so she would do it again several times that summer. I have never forgotten those sweet memories of being willingly trapped underneath her, lost in her sweet female flesh and entranced by her moist panties and warm soft alabaster thighs. Years later, the knowledge of adulthood gave me the terms to know that I am a natural sub and I have a yearning to worship a Domme. Although I have been whipped, tied up, locked in chastity belts etc., the most wonderful feeling in the world is to be underneath Her. I am looking for Her...