My stock has dropped,
Down three dollars a share,
The clock stopped,
And here I sit, frustrated by the stockís drop.
When the market opens up,
About 18 hours to go,
My stock must climb,
At least three dollars above;
Thatís six dollars a share,
From where it is now,
Anything below and she
Will not show.
Then another whole day will pass,
Another 24 hours, without a meal,
Or a toilet, or hope, bound and locked,
No place I can go.
Market performance is mighty important,
Particularly for the stocks Iím forced to tag,
What a wild game of chance she pursues,
At my expense, she is amused.
If the stock does not adequately perform,
Then for 48 hours Iím bound, locked, and dildo gagged,
Then 48 days I must wait for the next stock trade,
All the while, submissive and docile, clean and shaved,
Serving as her maid,
and slaving for her and anyone else she dates.
And if the stock finally hits the right price,
I might finally be in for the time of my life,
With temporary freedom from the evil metalís cold hold,
With release and enjoyment, but never, never ever a blow,
For that is reserved for her male friends she picks,
My duty is always to blow,
Once thought only a femaleís role,
I am the one that must cheerfully blow.
The blowjobs are especially hard,
For I still really want to be a man,
But a submissive, feminine, demure female Iím forced to be,
As I please her and her choice stud of a man.
In my minidress, forced to be slim and fit,
Perfect hair, nails, hormone-grown breasts and hips,
With make-up, earrings, and a chipper smile,
Iím forced to give him an oral good time.
Never would I do these things, I wouldnít dare,
Without the special care,
The care that come from total feminine control,
With my total chastity role, there will never be parole.
[ Back to chastity fiction page ]
Page last updated 00-Sep-29 by: Altairboy@aol.com