Ethan had never imagined a woman like Jessica could want someone like him. At 21, shy and awkward, having never been in a relationship, he was used to fading into the background. Girls had barely glanced his way, and the thought of intimacy had always been a quiet, almost secret fantasy. Then Jessica came into his life, a woman so bold and commanding that she seemed to bend the world around her to her will—and somehow, she wanted him.
Jessica was 29, stunningly beautiful with sun-kissed blonde hair, and curves that refused to be ignored. Her big breasts and round hips were the kind of thing Ethan only saw in magazines, but they were real, and hers. More than her body, it was her confidence that overwhelmed him—the way she spoke with authority, took charge, and expected obedience. From the start, Jessica was open with Ethan about her past. She had been with many men before him—countless experiences that made her the experienced alpha, while he was still finding his footing. She told him frankly, not to intimidate him, but to remind him that she was the one leading this dance.
Living together for over two years, Jessica made it clear that their relationship was about more than just Ethan’s virginity. She wanted him to wait for marriage before they crossed that line, a demand that shocked him at first but slowly became a part of their strange, beautiful routine.
Every morning, Jessica would sit at her vanity table, carefully applying her makeup and brushing her long blonde hair until it gleamed. She’d be calm and focused, her reflection showing the confident, commanding woman Ethan was so drawn to. Behind her, Ethan would kneel, his lips pressed softly against the curve of her ass, worshipping her with quiet devotion. The warmth of her skin, the subtle scent that surrounded her, was intoxicating to him—an unspoken ritual they shared before she left for work.
Jessica would glance back with a sly, knowing smile, never breaking her concentration, as Ethan traced his lips along her skin and inserted his tongue in her asshole. It was their private moment, a silent exchange of power and submission, desire and restraint.
After work, twice a day, without fail, Ethan would worship her pussy with the same reverence, his lips exploring every curve, every delicate spot, while his own longing simmered just beneath the surface, held back by her firm, loving control.
Whenever Ethan dared to shift focus toward himself, to ask for intimacy in return, Jessica’s eyes would flash with playful yet stern fire. "Selfish," she’d say with a smirk, turning him down without hesitation. It was a lesson in patience and devotion, and Ethan found himself strangely drawn to the dynamic—her control, her dominance, the way she made him submit fully to her pleasure while keeping him yearning.
Despite his youth and inexperience, Ethan felt himself growing under her touch. He was learning what it meant to be desired, worshiped, and yet restrained, all at once. And though his body ached to be claimed, he trusted Jessica’s reasons for holding back, because in every other way, she showed him a love that was fierce, commanding, and utterly hers.
Their relationship was a dance of power and submission, desire and restraint—a bond that went far deeper than the physical. And Ethan, every day, found himself falling harder for the woman who demanded so much from him, yet gave him the gift of patience, respect, and a love unlike anything he’d ever known.
Ethan lay alone in his bedroom, the silence of the apartment wrapping around him like a heavy cloak. His mind was consumed by Jessica—her flawless blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, the curve of her hips, and most of all, the way her skin felt beneath his lips during their morning rituals. He touched his cock slowly, the ache of desire pulsing through him with every memory. The way he worshipped her ass and pussy left him breathless and desperate, but she never crossed that final line.
He longed to feel her fully—to have her take his virginity, to be claimed by the woman who had captivated his heart and mind. Yet Jessica’s steady, commanding voice echoed in his thoughts, reminding him to wait for marriage. That promise, that restraint, made the craving burn hotter inside him, a delicious tension that both teased and thrilled him.
Across the apartment, Jessica lounged on the sofa, her phone warm in her hand. Her fingers danced over the screen as she typed messages to Mark, a man she’d met recently—older, confident, and thrilling in all the ways Ethan wasn’t. The memory of yesterday’s encounter still sent shivers down her spine.
Her panties were damp, and she smiled wickedly as she thought about the feel of Mark’s hands, the roughness of his touch, and the way he’d made her come with a hunger that was raw and unrestrained.
The screen lit up with their conversation:
Mark: “I can’t stop thinking about yesterday… you were incredible. That blowjob? Unforgettable. So sloppy, so wet.”
Jessica: “Mmm, you really know how to make a girl feel special. Your cock was massive… I’m still dripping just remembering how you took control.”
Mark: “I wish I could take you again right now. Imagine my hands all over your body, my lips on every inch.”
Jessica: “God, that sounds perfect. I’m soaked just picturing it. There’s something about being with you that drives me wild… so different from my boyfriend.”
Mark: “Different how? I like hearing you say that. Makes me feel like I’m breaking all the rules.”
Jessica bit her lip, the thrill of their secret burning hotter than any flame. She loved Ethan—really, she did—but there was a dark, delicious excitement in crossing the line, in the power she felt teasing and tempting someone else while still holding Ethan close.
Jessica: “You’re breaking all the rules, and I’m loving every second of it. There’s a fire in me when I’m with you… a side I don’t show Ethan.”
Mark: “I want to see that side. Make me the only man who knows the real you.”
Her fingers paused, heart pounding. The game of control and desire was intoxicating, and Jessica reveled in the power she held over both men in very different ways.
Jessica leaned back against the sofa cushions, her phone resting lightly on her thigh as a slow smile spread across her lips. She glanced down at the subtle wetness against her panties and then let her thoughts wander to Ethan. The way he knelt before her each morning, worshipping her ass with such eager devotion, his lips tracing every inch like a reverent prayer. It wasn’t just a habit—it was a transformation. She had molded him into exactly what she wanted: her perfect, obedient beta, utterly devoted to pleasuring her.
Her mind replayed the countless mornings when Ethan, shy and inexperienced at first, had nervously obeyed her every command. How he had learned to worship her pussy with his lips twice a day, his own desires held at bay while hers took center stage. He was hers completely, body and soul—her willing, whipped bitch who craved her approval more than anything else.
Jessica reveled in the knowledge that she called all the shots. Every decision in their relationship was hers, every detail carefully controlled. Ethan had long ago stopped questioning her rules, stopped pushing back. He was hers to command, and he accepted it with a mix of awe and longing that made her feel powerful beyond words.
She traced a finger down the curve of her thigh and thought about how perfectly everything had fallen into place. The slow teasing, the strict boundaries, the worship rituals—all part of the intricate dance she led. Ethan was wrapped around her like a ribbon, tied tightly by her dominance, and it thrilled her to know she could make him wait, make him crave, and make him beg without ever fully giving in.
Her lips curled into a satisfied smile. He was her whipped bitch now—devoted, obedient, and utterly hers—and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Jessica’s mind buzzed with possibilities as she sat back on the sofa, the lingering warmth between her legs making her pulse quicken. She was already soaking wet, the teasing ache in her core growing with every passing thought of how perfectly Ethan worshipped her. But a new idea was forming—one that excited her deeply.
She pulled out her phone and began searching online for ways to make a submissive man even more obedient, craving, and devoted. Her fingers paused when she stumbled across something intriguing: male chastity cages. The descriptions fascinated her. A small device designed to lock a man’s penis away, putting complete control over his orgasms in the hands of his dominant partner.
Jessica’s breath hitched as she read about how chastity could intensify submission, heighten desire, and make a man utterly reliant on his partner’s mercy. The thought of locking Ethan up, controlling when—or if—he could come, sent a shiver down her spine. She pictured his shy, eager face, begging for release, his body trembling with need while she held all the power.
Her fingers brushed over her panties, already wet and aching as her imagination ran wild. The idea of forcing him into chastity wasn’t just about control—it was intensely erotic. Knowing that every moment he was denied would deepen his devotion, heighten his desperation, and make him hers in a way even more complete than before.
Jessica smiled wickedly and, without hesitation, hit “Order” on the sleek, discreet cage that promised to transform their relationship. She was certain she could convince him—it would take some gentle persuasion, but once he saw how much she wanted it, Ethan would surrender without question.
Her body tingled with anticipation, the rush of power and desire blending into a potent heat that made her pulse race. The thought of this new game thrilled her—of turning her shy, worshipping boyfriend into her perfect, utterly whipped submissive in ways she hadn’t yet dared to explore.
Jessica’s phone buzzed softly on the sofa beside her. She glanced at the screen and saw a new email notification from the website she ordered the chastity cage from. Curious, she opened it and began reading:
Are you bold enough to bare it all? A daring new reality TV show is casting kinky couples into the world of cuckolding — submitting your relationship to public humiliation and pleasure. Apply now for a chance to be on camera, to expose your deepest desires and push boundaries like never before.
Her breath caught. The words ignited a fire deep inside her, the kind of raw heat that made her fingertips tingle and her heart race. She imagined the possibilities—the thrill of watching Ethan, her shy, submissive boyfriend, being exposed to the world as her cuckold. He didn’t even realize it yet, but he already was. She had kept him her innocent, obedient virgin for two years, demanding his worship and control, while she indulged her desires with other men without a second thought.
The thought of making him her cuckold in front of cameras, with strangers watching every moment of his humiliation and devotion, sent waves of wetness pooling between her thighs. She pictured the sting of public exposure, the delicious shame mingling with his helpless longing, and the intoxicating power it would give her.
Jessica’s breathing quickened as she leaned back against the cushions, her hand drifting over her panties, fingertips brushing softly against the slick heat gathering there. The fantasy built, swirling around the idea of Ethan utterly hers—not just in private, but on a grand, public stage.
The humiliation, the control, the complete dominance—it was overwhelming, and her body shuddered as she teetered on the edge of orgasm, lost in the dark, delicious possibilities.
Jessica’s fingers flew over the screen of her phone, the email still fresh in her mind as she clicked the link to the reality show’s application form. The page was sleek and professional, but she smiled to herself—this was the perfect opportunity to take control of her fantasy and push it into reality.
She began typing with a fiery determination, her breath hitching as the familiar heat pooled between her legs.
Name: Jessica
Age: 29
Relationship Status: Living with boyfriend, 21-year-old Ethan
Describe your relationship dynamic:
I’m the dominant partner—experienced, confident, and completely in control. Ethan is shy and inexperienced, and I’ve kept him a virgin since we met over two years ago. He worships me daily—he eats my ass every morning before I leave for work, and I have him worship my pussy with his lips twice a day. He’s utterly devoted, obedient, and completely whipped.
Are you currently involved in any other relationships or encounters?
Yes. I’m open and honest with myself about my desires—I cheat on Ethan regularly. He doesn’t know, and honestly, he wouldn’t know how to handle it. He’s my worshipping beta, and I get what I want, when I want it.
Jessica paused, biting her lip as she ran a hand over her slick panties, the rush of arousal intensifying as she typed the next line:
Why should we select you over other applicants?
Because I want to take my control over Ethan to the next level. Soon, I’m going to lock him in male chastity, and I want the world to see him as my cuckold—the perfect symbol of submission and devotion. I want him to be globally known as mine, utterly humiliated and utterly devoted; all while I enjoy the freedom to live my desires openly and boldly.
Her heart pounded as she read over what she’d written. The intimate details, the raw truth of their relationship—it was all there, laid bare. The thought of Ethan becoming a public figure in this way, her cuckold for the world to watch, sent a fresh wave of wetness rushing through her.
Jessica’s fingers trembled slightly as she hit “Submit,” her breath shallow and quick. She had to be cast. She would be cast. Nothing excited her more than the thought of owning Ethan completely, for the world to see just how thoroughly he belonged to her.
