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Submission in Chastity

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

A Christmas present for Razak

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Merry Christmas, darling!

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Razak dropped his head, the wolf grunting as he strained to rock his hips forward in chastity, though his cock couldn't exactly go anywhere or do anything. That was the whole point of it as he tried to keep his knees apart, staying in place, though that was much harder than he could have imagined with a vibrating butt plug in place. After he had been denied for so long, it was much more tantalising than it would have normally been for him, torn between trying to thrust instinctively and trying to grind back onto the plug. His arse would have had to be pressed down into the carpet if he was to work the plug inside him, however, and he had not been permitted to move.

His blue fur coated him, thick enough to hide his muscling slightly, though the definition and shape of it was still there, darker blue cutting through the royal to highlight his features all the better. White ran down his front, creamy and thick, though it was his partner who had spent many a night running her fingers down and through it, caressing the plushness of his fluff. His purple hair had been smoothed back between his ears, flatter than it usually was, though it would surely be puffy and spiked up a little again in no time after he'd showered. Even then, however, his fur was lightly damp with sweat, unable to contain his need as his cock pulsed and ached.

His paws were bound behind him in a simple sleeve, his forearms pressed to one another, the buckles of the sleeve locked and tucked away from prying paws. The bedroom was familiar, but cast into dimness, the hour late, only the bedside lamp offering a sultry, golden glow to illuminate the two of them. The mare, Amethyst, sat on the bed with her lips quirked in the hint of a smile, not quite a grin. Her hooves were clad in leather boots that laced up her legs, all the way up to the thigh, leaving a strip of chestnut coat exposed below her black panties.

Her underwear was modest, but it hid all that was required, the silk edged with lace, catching the light in just the right way to hint at the promise that lingered between her thighs. A brassiere with an under bust section to it too, wrapping around her chest but not coming down lower than her ribcage, adorned her top, both parts black with a seductive sheen. The bra cut moderately over her breasts, framing them, though the cup was enough to hide her nipples from view, giving rise to further lust in what Razak was not permitted to see.

"Puppy..."

She dragged out the word, as if she was tasting every letter. Razak shivered, his eyes grazing up her long legs, how she sat with one leg crossed over the other, a short riding crop in her hand, bouncing off the palm of the opposite one. Her fingertips that day were painted a stark red, deep and salacious, the hoof-like nails shimmering as the tasteful lighting caught them. Her red-brown mane had been styled back in tight braids that were bunched up, forming a line of round "bobs" down the back of her neck, which only further served to highlight the muscle in the strong arch of her neck too.

It was not a braiding style often seen on anything or anyone other than equines and he had put it in her mane himself earlier that day. He just hadn't realised that she had such big plans for him.

The red of her hoof-nails matched her lips as he grunted and cocked his head, tongue running around the inside of his teeth.

"Mistress," he said, though his voice came out more hoarsely than he had been expecting. "What will you have me do?"

"I want to see how my little locked-up puppy is doing," she quipped back, as if the line had already been pre-prepared, balanced on the tip of her tongue. "You seem to be leaking there..."

Razak groaned. It couldn't be helped, not then, not with his cock throbbing within the metal bars of the cage. It gave him a false sense of being able to get free, with the bars circling his cock rather than a plastic cage fully covering his dick, but he couldn't really. His flesh could swell and try to bulge through, allowed to push only a little from its sheath, but no more than that.

The tip of his dick throbbed and drooled, slick, near-clear pre-cum slipping through. That was all, however, that would slip through the bars.

"And how's the plug doing, puppy? Too big for you."

She teased and he squirmed in place, feeling her eyes on him. Yes, it had been a bit on the big side for him, without any proper preparation for that kind of thing that day, but not so much that he had not been able to please her by taking it all.

"No, Mistress."

"Do you want to cum, puppy?"

He groaned.

"More than anything, Mistress."

She smirked. Oh, that was the wrong answer then, clearly...

"More than you want to please me?"

Oh, that was a trick question. It was definitely a trick question.

He shook his head, torn.

"I want to cum...but I want to please you more, Mistress. I just hope that it will please you to let me cum."

She grinned.

"Not today, puppy, but I like your answer. Maybe I'll take a few days off your chastity for that one. Or maybe not."

He didn't even know just how many days in chastity he had had already or how many were left. Mistress Amethyst had not told him just how long he was going to be locked up for when she had put it on him, only removing it when, humiliatingly, she cleaned him, not even allowing the wolf to handle his own cock. Razak shivered. He didn't even know when the last time he had really touched his cock had been. But, in a way, it did not matter.

He was under her control, in that regard, so it was not something that he had to think about, not something that had to concern him. Submission was like that, though it left him with an aching, throbbing excitement, the arousal growing rather than fading. Yet the wolf doubted that he would have been as satisfied as he was if she had just let him run around wild, doing whatever the hell it was that he wanted.

Fruitlessly, Razak tugged at the sleeve bondage binding his arms, but it didn't get him anywhere. Amethyst spread her legs, showing off her pussy, tugging her underwear to the side just so that he could catch a better glimpse of it. Her pussy lips shone with the hint of her arousal and he whined, licking his lips, already imagining just how wet she was.

"Get me off, pup."

A command did not have to be eloquent to be there as he grunted, shuffling in, though crawling on just his knees was not as easy as he might have liked it to be. All Razak could see was her pussy, locking onto it with single-minded determination, tongue lolling keenly out of his mouth. Somehow, he managed to get in close to her and shoved his muzzle between her legs, tongue snaking out and right up against her pussy.

"Mmmm, that's right, puppy, get your tongue all the way up in there... Do it properly."

She had high standards for him and he liked that too, wanting to meet those expectations, his tongue delving deep into her wetness, dragging back up against the lips of her pussy. The taste was exquisite, so sweet with a hint of tartness too - all in a way that had him moaning and pressing in closer, curling his tongue up inside her just to hear her groan in turn. It was all he thought about, pleasing her, and he nuzzled in even closer, his nose damp with her juices, though he didn't care about any mess on his muzzle, how it soaked into his blue fur.

His tail wagged and lifted, at his most comfortable between her thighs, the warmth of them pressing in securely on either side of his head. They were soft, but there was a firmness there too from the muscle beneath, her quads strong and rising through with tense definition. Her coat was shorter than his, of course, being an equine, allowing him to adore even more of the shape of her body.

Her thighs squeezed in more tightly around him and the wolf tugged at his bonds, though he couldn't break free, not at that time. Not that he wanted to get away from her at all, of course not, but he wished that he could use his paws and fingers too to pleasure her, to slide his fingers up inside her and curl them up against her G-spot in just the way she liked. She liked other things too though, like his tongue over her tail hole.

"Unff..."

He tried to grunt against her, nuzzling down, trying to get his tongue under her buttocks, though things were not that simple. He could have simply scooted her up if his paws had been free, but the restriction of that was deliciously freeing too, in its own way. It didn't have to make sense, not truly, grunting, groaning, whimpering against her as he nudged her thighs with need.

"What do you want, pup, hm?"

She smirked and he would have rolled his eyes if he didn't need her as much as he did, nuzzling in and sweeping his tongue against her perineum, the flesh between her tail hole and her pussy. It was more sensitive than many cared to admit and the mare did just what he wanted as he brushed his tongue tenderly over it, sweeping back towards her pussy.

"Mmmm..."

Yes, that was a good groan, a very good groan. He curled his tongue deeper, over her tail hole, the mare exposing it to him as it twitched and flexed under his tongue. Razak had to work for it, though rimming her was a pleasure too, Amethyst tugging her underwear a little further to the side before clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, annoyed with the function of the clothing she had picked out.

"Hmph, always in the way."

Razak shuffled back, though not all that much, for he had nowhere to go but between her thighs, but under her, the scent of her pussy lingering in his nose, on his lips, in the back of his mouth and on his tongue. Still, he wished for nothing more than to have the warmth of her body pressed back in around his head. It was such an addiction, something that only became more and more intoxicating the more that he did it, but he'd always find him back there, down on his knees before her.

The mare undressed - just of her underwear - without moving away. It was as if the wolf was not there as she moved around him, bending over and shoving her backside up into his face as she slid the underwear down her legs. Her tail lifted, wafting her scent against him, and he whimpered, tongue flicking out against her pussy lips.

"Mmm, see you can be a good boy... And you like eating mare ass as much as you like pussy, don't you, slutty pup?"

He groaned against her, tongue lashing out across her tail hole, fresh and clean, yet still with a hint of the musk of her body, the earthen scent of equine clinging in his nostrils. He doubted that he would ever be quite rid of that heady aroma - not that he ever wanted to forget it, not in the slightest. With the amount of time that he spent between her legs, after all, it was sure that he would get to feel it again and again.

But he languished in that moment, his tongue lashing over Mistress Amethyst's tail hole and dipping inside as he rimmed her, eating out her backside. It was a moment, indeed, that he could lose himself in, panting heavily, his hot breath washing over her backside as he heaved and grunted, straining for breath that he simply couldn't get enough of into his lungs. The mare groaned and rolled her hips back against him, her pussy dripping, though he was not quite able to get his tongue down to her cunny at the same time, which was quite a shame. If his fingers had been free... Ah, but eating her out would not have had the same taste if he had been free, but therein lay the delicious conundrum of being a submissive. For, in one way or another, he would always be restricted by her, in some way.

And he loved that, not something that the wolf was keen to give up, even as he swapped back to her pussy, scooping up her drooling arousal, slipping through the mess with a heady growl. He couldn't help himself, not as her tail flipped up and over his head, swishing back and forth, the only outward sign that he got to how much he was working her up. Well, besides the flow of juices between her legs, his tongue sliding back and forth within her sloppy pussy, so slick and wet that it was hard even for him to slurp up against her G-spot with any sense of finesse or accuracy.

Maybe sex was not about that, however, not as lust consumed him, moaning aloud. It didn't have to be smooth or seamless as he ran his tongue over and around her clit, circling it passionately as he suckled it between his lips. In such a position, behind her on his knees dipped down under her, he had to angle his head back and up just to get his lips where they needed to be. It was not all that easy, but it wasn't supposed to be, not as the mare grunted and hissed through her teeth, rocking back at him sharply, with a greater sense of urgency in the shift of her rump.

"Unff... Yes... Come on, pup, there's a good boy..."

He whined, pressing the attack with a long slurp that ran over her clit, folds of her pussy and the pucker of her tail hole, though it was her clit that would send her sparking into orgasm. He played his tongue over it, dancing back and forth in a rapid flick, though it was more than enough for the mare who groaned and braced herself on the bed, rocking back passionately against him.

Her moans rang through the room as passion enveloped her and he was there with her, helping her ride it out, every throb and every wave of arousal taking her wantonly. Yet she wanted it all the more and Razak was more than happy to give it to his Mistress, her juices drenching his muzzle, the scent of her soaking into him as he groaned deep in the back of his throat.

Her pleasure... Yes. He would choose Mistress Amethyst's pleasure, always, over his own. Some might have said that that was the wrong thing to do, that he was throwing away something that he could have enjoyed. But the moment was his, one way or the other, to decide what he wanted to do with it - and if he chose to pleasure another, that was just another note that came through in his submission.

Mistress Amethyst rocked back against him until she was good and through her climax, kindly allowing her pussy to grind back against him. The position allowed him to more easily lap up the flow of her juices, though she had not squirted that time, the slickness of her arousal sliding over his tongue as he moaned and drank it all down as if it was the finest of wines.

"Mmmm, that was something, pup, but still not enough to free your cock. Not that it ever deserved to be freed in the first place."

Razak groaned, lowering his head again, back in his rightful place. His shoulder blades ached, but he dared not do anything about it, for it might have broken the moment of connection between them. He'd suffer through more than a little strain if it meant that he got to keep that, panting lightly, the scent of his mistress in his nose, clinging to his muzzle. With any lucky, even after washing, he would still have that scent lingering there, reminding him of exactly what he had done the previous night, even.

But he sat there, allowing his mistress to make herself more comfortable. Bar a soft pat to his head and stroke through his hair, she moved around him as if he was just an object, just something for her to move around, for that was all he was when they enjoyed their fun together: a toy. All the way that it should be, offering her pleasure while his own was left locked away.

Giving her oral had, at the very least, distracted him in some way from his throbbing hard-on, though Razak didn't even know whether it could even be considered a hard-on when it was prevented from swelling fully by the chastity cage. His flesh tried, so very desperately, to squeeze out through the bars of the cock cage, but his dick had nowhere to go, swollen and red from lack of stimulation, the pool of slick pre-cum on the carpet between his thighs larger than he could have expected. Maybe he had been down between her thighs for longer than he had realised, not that it mattered.

He would have stayed down there forever if his Mistress had asked for it.

But he watched her, even though she did not speak, the gleam of light hitting her chestnut coat spellbinding. Maybe it was his arousal talking more than anything else, but he was caught up in the hypnosis of submission, perhaps down somewhere in sub-space, though Raz still very much had his own mind. He could still think and do, but he lapped and lapped at his muzzle without even considering what he was doing, trying unconsciously to get even more of his Mistress' taste into his mouth.

"Sadly a little locked up dick like that isn't going to be enough for me, pup, I do hope you understand."

Razak picked up his head, shivering as he watched her collect a strap-on harness and a large, equine-shaped dildo that seemed to already be slotted through the supporting ring of it, from the toy chest. Once again, Amethyst had planned everything out and he was both made to be an active and a passive player in it all.

He shivered, moaning, shaking his head, though he was only trying to release tension. There was no way to do that, however, not until, perhaps, he was sleeping. That was the only release, for all else was merely distractions from the deeply rooted ache of his arousal and submission, even when he and his Mistress were not actively engaging in that kind of play together. A chastity cage, after all, didn't take time off when it was in place.

"Stand, pup."

He did so, though it was hard to get his legs under him without the use of his arms, feeling that loss and restriction more than ever. Just a toy, just a muzzle, but, to her, he was not even a cock. For she had chosen another cock to put in place on him that day, sliding the strap-on up and over his hips, the harness tugging securely and snugly into place around his hips and thighs, so that she could take the dick she craved.

It was a bigger cock, the strap-on dildo, than what he naturally boasted. But the hard length of blue and copper horse cock made his own look even smaller within the chastity cage, as if he was nowhere near large enough, as it was, to please her like that. He grunted in the back of his throat, lips quivering, though the throbbing ache of his hard-on against the chastity cage told the tale of his arousal better than anything else ever could. Humiliation and debasement, being made to feel small and insignificant, were as potent to a wolf's arousal in submission than some things that others would have taken as commonplace.

"Lie back on the bed, dildo."

He groaned. Fuck, that was hot. But he didn't speak aloud, not as he got into place, lying on his arms, though she did slide a smaller pillow into the small of his back, so that he was not crushing them. The mare, even though she had only just gotten off, wasted no time at all in swinging her leg over to straddle him, presenting the flatter head and flare of the cock to her pussy.

He sank into the moment as she ground down onto the cock, letting it part her folds, the slickness lingering from her orgasm more than enough to, at the very least, get the first part of it inside her. It stretched her out and she moaned, raising her arms over her head, though it was all in show, bringing them down and behind her to unclasp her bra.

In that position, he whined, trying to thrust, though he had not been allowed, his cock trying to be hard, too hard, aching against the cage. And yet it was Mistress Amethyst, always her, who was in control, always taking what she pleased. Of course, she took care of him too, though it was very much not in a conventional way, but a way that better suited them both.

He groaned, biting his lip, the hot, metallic rush of blood filling his mouth, though it was easily stemmed, wriggling in place as she rocked and rode him with only her pleasure in mind. The mare's hand crept down her front as if she was inviting him to gaze upon her body, fingering her clit, though Raz could not fail to notice that she had left the boots in. Probably because it would have taken too long to get them off, but the power in those boots was not to be denied, his eyes hungrily devouring the gleam of light on the leather, how they hugged her calves and lower thighs, over the knee.

"What's wrong, pup?" She teased, splaying a hand out on his chest, scratching lightly through his fur and over his nipples. "Are you needier than you let on, hm?"

He growled, licking his lips, though they only broke into a smile.

"Yes, Mistress," he moaned, finally finding the words, though they still didn't come easily. "I love this...but I want you so much, want to feel you. Wish I could push into you right now and please you."

"Oh, but you're doing such a good job of pleasing me like this, right now, puppy. You be a good boy now and let me ride you."

The butt plug vibrating under his tail switched up a gear and he moaned. Fuck, he hadn't realised that that one had been controlled by a remote, though it made it all the harder for him to hold onto the moment, panting and heaving, his head spinning, lust getting the better of him. He had been better able to hold onto his own need in the moment when he had been distracted by eating her out, but his backside being borne down onto the bed with her squeezing the strap-on cock back onto his cage with every thrust just drew his attention back to his own body.

The wolf tried to twist back and forth, but it was not on him to find any release or reprieve from the pressure, no, not at all. He was to lie there, to submit, to squirm in delicious helplessness. The ache in his shoulders drew tauter and, still, Raz could not bring himself to say anything, not as his tail fought to wag and wag and wag, all to show just how much he was enjoying it, how much he needed it still.

It might not have been orgasm, but it was another brand of pleasure in itself that he simply could not get enough for.

Mistress Amethyst rode him as if she had all the time in the world, clearly taking her time as she bucked up and down the faux shaft, leaning back a little so that he got to drink in the sight of her. Even the medial ring of the toy popping in and out had Razak imagining that it was his own cock, even if it was the wrong size and shape to be his, feeling everything mentally in intricate detail.

He moaned, chin tipped down to his chest, feeling the stretch in the muscles of the back of his neck. The strain was not enough to stop him, however, grunting, moaning, wanting to cum. He couldn't hide away that need, not even then, not when there was so much going on, lust coursing through, feral need aching and swelling so very deep. He could have pushed it down, but it was not as if he was able to do anything about it anyway. Even if he threw himself up, he wouldn't even be able to pin Amethyst down without his arms, not that he would have dared to do so.

She, however, took things, once again, out of his paws. Just as he'd expected. It helped more than a little when she did that, rising off the faux cock and standing up, helping him into the same position. But when she stood over the bed and braced on the sheets, bent over at the waist, Razak knew exactly what to do.

"Unff... Yes... Mistress... Thank you..."

He still had the strap-on on, of course, but it was good to be able to, at the very least, relieve his need to thrust, that instinctual, driving desire. He rolled his hips, needing to be a little more delicate than usual as he wedged the cock into her, though it pained the wolf that it was not his. It should have been fat and swollen and throbbing with heat, a knot at the base, but, instead, it was of the space species as his Mistress, complete with a flare that could stroke over all the right spots inside her.

He moaned. It was enough, good enough, his head drifting and floating as he speared into her. A part of his mind expected to feel the pressure of her pussy around his cock, how her heat would clasp him when sinking deep, but it simply wasn't there. It was just a ghost and a phantom sensation, something that could not truly come through in that moment, groaning deep in the back of his throat and wishing, hoping.

But the wolf pup already where he wanted to be, rocking into her, pleasing her with a bigger dick still, driving deep. Every thrust of his hips pushed that cock deeper, past the medial ring, all the way to the base, though there was no equine sheath to tease back a little more, just for that iota more penetration. His sheath strained taut around the base of his own cock, though his knot had no hope of swelling at all, not when it was trapped and not even able to push out from his sheath.

The mare before him moaned and rocked back, egging him on with little nickers and whinnies, though words were not needed as he thrust her closer and closer to orgasm. Every grind of his hips pressed the strap-on hardness and dildo back on top of his own cage, body losing out on sensation even as he was reminded that he still had use for her, even in chastity.

Amethyst groaned, ears slipping back, losing herself in a whinny as her legs trembled and spread apart a little more. With the full length of the dildo rammed into her pussy, she climaxed again, clenching around it as if, even then, she was greedily trying to milk it for every drop of cum that it could give, pressing and squeezing, rippling. The muscular twitches and even the stronger contractions, however, were not under her control, even as orgasm rolled through her. She did manage to sneak a glance back at him, out of the corner of her eye, eyelashes lowered as if to shade the wicked glint in her eye that, nevertheless, he caught.

Razak moaned, tongue lolling out, but no amount of panting would truly help dissipate the heat from the wolf's body. He leaned over her, needing to recover himself, as if he was drawn to her by a leash even then, needing that connection. His body curved and he groaned deep in the back of his throat, trying to control the throbbing in his crotch, though the wag of his tail betrayed a deeper, more stringent tale.

For, even when he pulled out and set the toy aside to be cleaned, he was submissive to her, a soft smile pulling at his lips as his muzzle relaxed. He was where he wanted to be, where he needed to be, even slipping between her legs to lap at her pussy all over again, bringing her off once more. He could never get bored of being between her legs, tasting the sweetness of her pussy, desire and love pouring through in every lick and long lap of his tongue.

He stayed down between her legs that night, after his Mistress had had her fill of him, his cheek resting on her thigh. Still in chastity, the wolf squirmed and wriggled, struggling to find a comfortable position, his hard-on still pressing as urgently against the cage as it had before. His need was there, when it came to physical desire, but the submissive part of the wolf's soul could not have been more satisfied: a delicious war of needs.

In submission and chastity, there was so much more to be enjoyed than a mere orgasm.

His Mistress made sure of it.