A bit over seven months back, my ex-girlfriend and friendly kh decided to move in with me. She asked that I surrender my flat and live at her place; it wasn’t just a suggestion but an ultimatum backed by solid facts and plenty of proof for me to dispute. So I gave up the apartment, packed everything, and moved into her home. She had planned ahead carefully, storing away all my essential items under her name in the meantime. Then came the rules: basically, I handle every household chore, cooking, and wait on her hand and foot. My reward? A release from chastity whenever she sees fit. Since she held so much power over me, I went along with it, figuring it would be enjoyable—and indeed it was.
Three months passed of scrubbing, preparing meals, doing laundry, tidying up, until my birthday arrived. At last, I got a moment out for a full orgasm—humiliating though it felt—as she allowed herself to do the deed manually before locking me back in again. Things remained like that right through Christmas Eve, which is quite another story entirely.