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You worked hard your entire life to become successful in life. Sadly, hardwork can't change everything. Even with all the riches in the world, you could not satisfy the one person who mattered the most: your wife.
After a few years of an underwhelming marriage, she decided to put you in your place. Either she would leave you for her tennis coach or you could stay her husband, but with a few rules.
She can sleep with whomever she wants.
All your money belongs to her. You work; she lives.
From now on, you're pussy free. No looking or touching women.
Anything she wants, she gets.
At home, you wear a frilly maid uniform and wait on her every need.
You were hesitant until she told you that you could still kiss her feet.
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Pump pump beta boi, dribble your clitty to pixels
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When Chastity becomes a part of you
The first time I tried out a chastity cage, I was in college. It had come right after the end of my first relationship. It was a weird and emotional time because I had been dating this really beautiful girl for about 6 months. She was smart, funny, and very beautiful. We were both in our early 20s, and she was excited to "corrupt me" as I was still a virgin.
We had spent a couple months talking about our what our first time was gonna be like and all the different types of role play stuff we'd try afterwards. However, as we got closer to having sex, I began to get very nervous. At some point, I realized I wasn't ready to lose my virginity and asked her if it would be okay if we didn't have sex.
She said no. Sex was too important to a relationship. We broke up.
Soon after the break up, she found a new boyfriend. Taller and more attractive than me. I had felt like I had made the hugest mistake in the world. While she was dating this new guy, I was beginning to discover new parts of the kink world. I had always had a fetish for maid uniforms, but at some-point I discovered maids wearing chastity cages. I was confused but something in me was interested.
I bought a plastic cage, and the first time I tried it on I took it off immediately. Not only was it impossible to easily get on because I kept getting hard, but it felt so damn uncomfortable. How did people enjoy this kinda thing?
I didn't throw out the cage though. Despite being uncomfortable, I kept trying it on for bits of time. I can't say I ever fell in love with it during that time, but I also couldn't stop trying cages on even if for only a few minutes.
I remember also discovering cuckholding around this time and a part of me wanted to drive to my now exs house, confess that breaking up was a mistake, and ask her if I could at least be her and her new boyfriends maid. But, I was much too shy, meek, and confused to do that.
Time past, I got into a new relationship, we lost our virginity to each other. I can't remember if I ever caged myself during that time. I had this misconception that I was a dominate person. When me and her would play around, I'd take the dominate role but always felt lost. Even than, I felt bad she had to settle for what I was packing but she always reassured me she enjoyed it.
At that point in my life, I could stay caged for an hour, two at most. I still thought it was interesting but it was more a curiosity. Why did I like squirting from my cage rather than like how a regular man would? Why did I keep caging myself if I felt frustrated from it?
During the pandemic, I began wearing my cage for extended periods of time. I'd still feel that frustration but it wasn't nearly as intense. The sensation of the cage felt pleasant, and Oing with the cage on felt better than any other way I had before.
One day, while I was putting on the cage, I noticed a difference. I didn't get hard while putting it on. It was at this point, I realized the cage had won over my biology. Before, getting the cage on was a grueling process. I'd have to put on the base ring, wait a few minutes to calm down, and even than getting the cage part on was hard. Yet, that day the cage just went on. There was no fighting it. No difficulty.
From that point on, I felt almost naked without the cage. I could go hours without wearing it, but why would I want? I felt so much less anxious when I was caged. However, wearing the cage also made me want to do other things and so sometimes I'd go a few days without my cage just so I could focus on life. I was mostly self-locked so there wasn't anyone controlling my chastity. I could cage and uncage as I pleased.
With chastity, I think you need the dedication to give yourself time to get used to it, but also have someone your staying caged for. Someone who can give you guidance, reassurance, and some humiliation to keep going.
I already had part of that. It was slow, took years, but eventually I got so used to my cage that taking it off felt wrong. However, I also didn't have a person pushing me to keep it on. Now that I have an owner, I wanna be caged. It's no longer just about the sensation but so I can be the best beta sub for her.
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You had thought that the end to your marriage would be amicable. There had been no real affection in years, yet when you discovered your husband had cheated on you while you were still together, you were ready to confront the homewrecker.
You were older, smarter, tougher. At least you thought you were. The girl he had left you for was barely starting college, so you figured she'd be easy to intimidate.
However, the moment you stormed up to her, she had you on your knees. She twisted your hair till you were begging for mercy.
From that moment, you became her slave. After your public humiliation at her hands went viral, no one would hire you. So she and your ex offered you a job as their maid. Overtime, she'd invite her sorority sisters over. None of them respected you. They'd snap your fingers and you run to attend to them. They'd point down, and you would kneel to rub their feet.
It was your home. It was your life. It was your marriage. At least it was once, but now she owns it all and you have accepted your place at the bottom.
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My Life is slowly becoming more beta safe
So the other day, I asked my owner if I could watch Tiktoks of cheerleaders and other tik toks with girls wearing pretty outfits.
She tolds me anything like that should be censored, but since it's impossible to beta proof tik tok, I had to start blocking them.
Fine. I was sad about 2 or 3 accounts, but I'm trying to be the best beta for Goddess.
However, one of my favorite sings released a new music video where she was wearing a cheerleader outfit and I was obsessed.
There's no official way to block youtube channels, but Goddess said it was fine for me to have it on in the background as long as I didn't look. I tried, but damn pretty women in uniforms are my biggest weakness and so I took the step of unsubscribing and telling youtube i was uninterested in the channel so it wouldn't pop again.
I did that for about 5 more youtube channels that aren't beta safe.
I can still listen to their music, but I don't deserve to see these beautiful singers dancing in revealing or suggestive outfits.
When I told Goddess about this next step I took, she responded "Yes! Get all the restrictions you need to keep you pure."
Being a denied beta is hard but so rewarding at the same time.
Maybe if I'm good, Goddess will give me permission to watch the music videos for a lil bit.
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What other reason could she have to invite you to the beach? For a beta like you, being able to lick the sand off of her feet should feel like an honor. Hell, maybe if you're good, she'll let you be a beach chair for her or her boyfriend.
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What do yall think? After 6 years of being single I finally found a girlfriend. Obviously, she's out of my league, so I feel lucky.
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Being Owned is Fun
So updates, my owner wasn't mad about the picture with feet in it and even allowed me to keep the picture as is, so I'm excited to share the caption at some point.
2nd: I was talking with her about what I can and cannot look at, and I brought up how some beta's on reddit create block lists where they block TikToks that are too much for their beta eyes. So, now my owner is having me do that. Yesterday I blocked 10 tik toks and sent her the list.
It was sad block 2 of those accounts. The first one I've been following since I joined Tiktok and the woman is attractive but also very funny. The second account is a cheer group.
Finally, my owner told me to buy a barbie doll, which will inevitably act as my girlfriend. Imagine the humilation. My first time with a woman in over 6 years is going to be with a doll.
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Beta begging Forgiveness
So, I was updating a bunch of drafts and saving them on here to post when I feel like it, and I realized that in one of my drafts the feet of a Goddess was visible.
That may not seem like a big deal, but my owner told me feet were off limits. I don't really wanna redo the caption and censoring, but I'm waiting on my owner to let me know if it's okay to post or if I should redo it.
It wasn't intentional, I was so focused on censoring other parts that I completely forgot about her feet.
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It's only natural for her to want a real man in bed with her. Whether for sex or cuddles, Alphas just are better.
If she won't even let you see her in a bra and panties, why would she let you sleep next to her? On the floor is where we belong, especially since it gives us quick access if she needs to step on something to et out of bed.
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As kids, the three of you were inseparable. But as they got older, they focused more and more on cultivating the finer things in life. You, on the other hand, messed around.
They studied. You partied.
They got degrees. You got cleaning stains.
They found husbands. You found ways to get by.
Every choice they made set them up for a better life, and now, despite being the same age and from the same background, you call each of them Miss as you clean and cook for them.
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Some Kens were made for the beach.
Some Kens were made as doctors.
Some Kens were made to dance.
You, you were the only Ken designed to be a beta.
Imagine, every other Ken get's to be with a Barbie. Gets to work with, talk to, and date the beautiful Barbies.
You, though, you were made to serve them. To keep your eyes down, as you obediently obey the demands of your superior dolls.
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Snap. Snap. The sound of her fingers instantly made your cage tighter. She knew it drove you crazy and stripped you of any resolve.
So, without any resistance, you dropped to your knees and began to kiss her boots.
And, as people walked by, you're slowly fell deeper and deeper into servitude.
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One of the pros of owning a beta is giving them chores and errands to do. Add in denial, and you can watch them squirm as they obediently obey.
I wish beta chips were real cause it'd make it easier to stick to a fully denied life style.
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