Straps on thighs hold so tight, Robbed of any hope of flight; Wrists secured by cuffs of steel, Suddenly it all seems real. Pleading falls on deafest ear, Desire turning fast to fear; A comment made almost in jest, The Lady now decides to test. Shiny steel glitters so cold, A helpless waist soon to enfold; He struggles hard with all his might, Against a will he cannot fight. A teasing kiss from lips of red, As steel is slid over swelling head; The icy band clamps round his waist, Desire and fear it's aftertaste. Helpless to escape Her spell, He thought he knew Her oh so well; Yet even in wild fantasy, He never dreamed of what would be. Forced to wear Her belt of steel, His place now is at Her heel; She has taken all control, Now serving Her must be his goal. Torn between opposite poles, The man surrenders to Her goals; Forever changed he knows he'll be, By that cruel Mistress, Chastity.
Thank You for Your kind words Mistress Meeshell, I have occasionally considered it but I fear most of my writing would be far too niche an interest to attract much of an audience.